<?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-1751674782937735225</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:59:46.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog da tia Zatti</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-2028268383544426267</id><published>2009-05-15T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T12:08:52.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A História do Carrapato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era uma vez um carrapato, que vivia a carrapatear.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3k5a6JzZI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ctoj14RQHo4/s1600-h/1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172808630816146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3k5a6JzZI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ctoj14RQHo4/s320/1_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;Morava em um cão sem dono, que não tinha onde morar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kzQKO5iI/AAAAAAAAAo8/9YRMUAFeX3w/s1600-h/2_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172702666253858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kzQKO5iI/AAAAAAAAAo8/9YRMUAFeX3w/s320/2_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt; Conheceu uma carrapatinha, por quem foi se apaixonar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kbLxSKqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1GQM2-GRJc0/s1600-h/3_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172289171008162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kbLxSKqI/AAAAAAAAAo0/1GQM2-GRJc0/s320/3_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Mas em casas separadas, como podiam casar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kSnz7sgI/AAAAAAAAAos/eIjTMCuqji4/s1600-h/4_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172142079488514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kSnz7sgI/AAAAAAAAAos/eIjTMCuqji4/s320/4_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A carrapata era granfina, não ia em qualquer lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336172038529611058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kMmDt9TI/AAAAAAAAAok/WgoQy9hKlRs/s320/5_.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Mas sua alma pequenina, com ele queria estar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kGEDnA3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/K671XaHxYrs/s1600-h/6_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171926323135346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3kGEDnA3I/AAAAAAAAAoc/K671XaHxYrs/s320/6_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;O cachorrinho coça, coça daqui. A cachorrinha coça, coça de lá.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3j9rOqpWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vaVM_G06L1M/s1600-h/7_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171782219670882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3j9rOqpWI/AAAAAAAAAoU/vaVM_G06L1M/s320/7_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; E nesse coça-coça, coça-coça sem parar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3jzYCLo1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/CL-vedpql1I/s1600-h/8_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171605268341586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3jzYCLo1I/AAAAAAAAAoM/CL-vedpql1I/s320/8_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;os dois se conheceram e juntos também quiseram ficar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3jpkUy0mI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y_1k0P6tRtM/s1600-h/9_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171436768940642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3jpkUy0mI/AAAAAAAAAoE/y_1k0P6tRtM/s320/9_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-size:11;" &gt; &lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje, na família carrapato, mais cinco carrapatinhos há, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;pois tudo o que não tem jeito, carrapateado está!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336171217140015202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 283px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3jcyJLYGI/AAAAAAAAAn8/v3K4MtpwS8o/s320/10_.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(102,102,102);font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Obs: Deus é testemunha de que eu tentei diagramar isso direito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-2028268383544426267?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/2028268383544426267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/2028268383544426267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/05/historia-do-carrapato.html' title='A História do Carrapato'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sg3k5a6JzZI/AAAAAAAAApE/Ctoj14RQHo4/s72-c/1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-8436273299016080426</id><published>2009-05-04T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T15:32:12.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Triângulo Amoroso</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Trebuchet; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;"Era uma vez duas pulguinhas que economizaram a vida inteira e compraram um cachorrinho só para elas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; "&gt;Mário Quintana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sf9n4fNGQSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IbRkZT2Tsl8/s1600-h/cartao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sf9n4fNGQSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IbRkZT2Tsl8/s320/cartao.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332094703976726818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-8436273299016080426?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/8436273299016080426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/8436273299016080426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/05/triangulo-amoroso.html' title='Triângulo Amoroso'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/Sf9n4fNGQSI/AAAAAAAAAnE/IbRkZT2Tsl8/s72-c/cartao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-9073929327762308372</id><published>2009-05-02T13:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T13:53:20.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tanto Mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfyxIseIW0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/lUxwPtnJhQg/s1600-h/3876barquinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331330821834431298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfyxIseIW0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/lUxwPtnJhQg/s320/3876barquinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era tanto mar, que mal cabia no coração. Enchia e transbordava de azul tudo ao redor. Não existiam mais janelas, nem asfalto, nem aquele telefone, que sempre demorava a tocar. Agora, era só céu e oceano: moradia de pássaros, de um avião bem longe, e de alguns raios de sol, para lembrar que eram nuvens passageiras; abrigo de cardumes, marolas, corais e um barquinho a vela. E, apesar de terem papéis diferentes naquela paisagem, apesar de se saber que nuvem nunca seria peixe e que o barco nunca iria voar, ainda assim, era tudo azul. E não se podia mais ver onde começava um e terminava o outro, pois uma brisa bem suave conduzia os dois na mesma direção. E soprava no ouvido dos mais atenciosos que a gente se perde no coração de quem ama, e que não se sabe mais nada do nosso início ou do fim. Mas quem se importa em dividir as coisas se a nuvem volta a ser branca quando quiser e o barquinho ainda pode navegar para outra direção? Azul é mais bonito. E azul, azul mesmo, só quando se mistura, e espalha, e preenche tudo. Tudo venta calma e silêncio, e não sobra espaço para nada ruim. Um dia meu coração transbordou desse mesmo jeito, e vi uma paleta de mil cores, e uma só escolhi. Desmantelei no maior amor do mundo e pintei minha vida toda assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;(te amo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-9073929327762308372?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/9073929327762308372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/9073929327762308372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/05/tanto-mar.html' title='Tanto Mar'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfyxIseIW0I/AAAAAAAAAm8/lUxwPtnJhQg/s72-c/3876barquinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-4175069788124235500</id><published>2009-04-26T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T12:13:50.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela, maiorzinha, porque raclamaram que não dava pra ver. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E, eu, com posts cada vez menores. Quase um Twitter este blog. Rs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfSw-CQ4n9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QvMth-yGqyU/s1600-h/guria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329078838892208082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfSw-CQ4n9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QvMth-yGqyU/s320/guria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-4175069788124235500?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/4175069788124235500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/4175069788124235500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/04/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SfSw-CQ4n9I/AAAAAAAAAm0/QvMth-yGqyU/s72-c/guria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-7045737390316184851</id><published>2009-03-17T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T21:45:20.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Filosofia Não Tóxica</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida é uma grande massa de modelar:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB6Fz22kfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DLyxBNPwebY/s1600-h/massa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381800535396850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB6Fz22kfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DLyxBNPwebY/s320/massa.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;a gente projeta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB5_GSDWuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CZAmVk7BGok/s1600-h/projeto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381685222234850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 86px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB5_GSDWuI/AAAAAAAAAkI/CZAmVk7BGok/s320/projeto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;trabalha, trabalha, trabalha;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB53vusobI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sBvDEF-Rq8I/s1600-h/menina.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381558909280690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB53vusobI/AAAAAAAAAkA/sBvDEF-Rq8I/s320/menina.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; e, quando chega onde quer, descobre que ainda tem um monte de coisas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB5uUnAKmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EKGdiAB3Mr0/s1600-h/massa+fim.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314381397010426466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB5uUnAKmI/AAAAAAAAAj4/EKGdiAB3Mr0/s320/massa+fim.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; para inventar! Rs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1751674782937735225-7045737390316184851?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/7045737390316184851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/7045737390316184851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/03/filosofia-nao-toxica.html' title='Filosofia Não Tóxica'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ScB6Fz22kfI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/DLyxBNPwebY/s72-c/massa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-1484966748094120315</id><published>2009-02-17T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T15:38:41.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Fight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda sobre assuntos religiosos, esses dias, lá na agência, descobrimos um joguinho muito legal. Se chama &lt;strong&gt;Bible Fight&lt;/strong&gt; e se trata de um jogo de luta com personagens bíblicos - como o próprio nome já diz. Tive vontade de comentar com várias pessoas, mas guardei tudo para mim, para colocar aqui! Rs... Ele é em flash, carrega rapidinho e os gráficos são super bonitinhos. Liu Kang, Sub Zero e Kung Lao dão a vez para conflitos históricos entre Eva, Noé, Moisés, Maria, Satanás e Jesus. A jogabilidade é meio limitada, mas, para quem não tiver preconceito, é uma heresia bem divertida! Rs.. (o link para o jogo está ali embaixo!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303966387803903362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SZt5U_2p1YI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_TnSbKF2gEQ/s320/56143post_foto.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.adultswim.com/games/game/index.html?game=biblefight"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;http://www.adultswim.com/games/game/index.html?game=biblefight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-1484966748094120315?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/1484966748094120315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/1484966748094120315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/02/bible-fight.html' title='Bible Fight'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SZt5U_2p1YI/AAAAAAAAAhY/_TnSbKF2gEQ/s72-c/56143post_foto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-3394019759201340439</id><published>2009-02-15T19:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T19:31:05.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xô, Satanás!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SZjdcvZRkJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yTISIKaBJ0g/s1600-h/view.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303232047057309842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SZjdcvZRkJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yTISIKaBJ0g/s320/view.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Existem pessoas que têm bem mais inspiração do que eu, que demoro anos para atualizar um blog. Entre elas, Salvador Dali, autor do meu quadro favorito e alvo de uma comparação absolutamente presunçosa. Rs... Se chama "A Tentação de Santo Antônio" e eu gosto dele porque é tão rico em detalhes e expressão, que quase acredito que essa caravana pode existir em um deserto qualquer. Ele foi criado para um concurso, cujo tema o próprio nome já diz. Não venceu, mas me deixou um pretexto para contar aqui que, na verdade, o santo retratado não é o casamenteiro e, sim, Santo Antônio, o Grande ou Santo Antônio do Egito. Ele lutou contra várias tentações do demônio, incluindo aquele velho clichê do disfarce de mulher. Ram! Esse demônio, viu?! Sei não..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-3394019759201340439?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/3394019759201340439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/3394019759201340439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2009/02/xo-satanas.html' title='Xô, Satanás!'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SZjdcvZRkJI/AAAAAAAAAhQ/yTISIKaBJ0g/s72-c/view.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-3248702855366822295</id><published>2008-12-26T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T20:11:43.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>09</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SVWoV6DhMNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQm1T_QjZVo/s1600-h/desenho.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284314832103878866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 205px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SVWoV6DhMNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQm1T_QjZVo/s320/desenho.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Restrospectiva ilustrada do meu 2008 e maior desejo para 2009. Que todos os corações fiquem bregas de amor porquê esta é a melhor parte da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Homenagem para quem não me trouxe menos do que a maior felicidade do mundo neste ano que está se despedindo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Feliz ano novo para todos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Obs: desenho precariamente fotografado pelo celular e, toscamente, "tratado" no HP Image Zone. Não reparem! Rs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-3248702855366822295?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/3248702855366822295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/3248702855366822295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2008/12/09.html' title='09'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SVWoV6DhMNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/CQm1T_QjZVo/s72-c/desenho.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-6232949807759277431</id><published>2008-12-13T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T14:33:25.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Lady Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu tinha em mente um post mais feliz para hoje, mas comecei a ouvir música e me dei conta que existiu uma que passou a semana inteira passando pelo fio do fone de ouvido, que eu roubo de Rafa todos os dias, no trabalho. &lt;strong&gt;"My lady story",&lt;/strong&gt; de Antony &amp;amp; The Johnsons, apareceu na minha vida em um momento que já passou, mas deixou como herança esta banda daí. Estaria mentindo se dissesse que sei tudo sobre ela. O que eu sei é que é americana, que eu teria medo se visse o cantor na rua e que as músicas são absolutamente melancólicas. Sei que a propaganda não foi boa, mas eu juro que vale a pena! Rs..&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho certeza se este vídeo é clipe da banda ou só uma manifestação emo. Em todo caso, foi a melhor versão da música que encontrei nesta internet de meu Deus. Ah! E, pra quem tiver curiosidade, lá nos links relacionados, no Youtube, tem uma outra chamada "Mary" (na verdade, &lt;strong&gt;"Virgin Mary"&lt;/strong&gt;). Sempre me deixa com vontade de aumentar o volume. Enfim..Com vocês, Antony &amp;amp; The Jhonsons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vP8J7cK4jSc&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" width="425" height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-6232949807759277431?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/6232949807759277431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/6232949807759277431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-lady-story.html' title='My Lady Story'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1751674782937735225.post-7186474562762210158</id><published>2008-12-09T18:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T18:58:52.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Buenas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ST8sI5H7P-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ke3oV9LcYCg/s1600-h/neosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277985819586150370" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ST8sI5H7P-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ke3oV9LcYCg/s200/neosa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Este é o meu quinto blog. O primeiro - não sei se por conta do template com ovelhinhas, do cursor com coisinhas piscantes, ou dos textos sobre a vida de Jesus na Índia – deixou minhas bochechas tão quentes e rubras que o apaguei para todo o sempre. O segundo era um blog coletivo e se foi junto com a coletividade em questão. O terceiro ainda existe, mas não recebe um post desde os meus 18 anos. O quarto é composto por um único texto, com dramas e lamúrias, mas não lembro dos motivos delas e, muito menos, da senha para tirar essa porcaria do ar.&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez, estagiei em uma agência que acabou e ficaram me devendo 50 reais. Mais de um ano depois, a janelinha de meu ex-chefe piscou no MSN e o seguinte diálogo sucedeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex-chefe:&lt;/strong&gt; Te devo R$ 50!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ex-chefe:&lt;/strong&gt; O primeiro passo é assumir! Rs...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu:&lt;/strong&gt; Aff...Hehehe...Nem lembrava!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mentira, né?! Ninguém no início da faculdade esquece 50 reais! Mas isso não vem ao caso. O que importa é que assumi que sou virtualmente descompromissada. Quero dizer..Era! Porque este blog tem a proposta de ser mais que um “semestre que vem, vou estudar”; mais que um “mês que vem, vou guardar uma parte do meu salário” e, principalmente, bem mais que um “vou parar de tomar três Neosaldinas quando estiver com dor de cabeça”. Este blog tem a proposta de ser firme e perene como a expressão facial de Hebe Camargo. Então, ficam aqui minhas boas vindas em um post &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;verde esperança&lt;/span&gt; e de menta, para você sentar e comprovar comigo que todo ser humano tem direito a uma quinta chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1751674782937735225-7186474562762210158?l=tiazatti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/7186474562762210158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1751674782937735225/posts/default/7186474562762210158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiazatti.blogspot.com/2008/12/buenas.html' title='Buenas!'/><author><name>Carol Zatti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10554872512974826620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/SUQ7Itfo9gI/AAAAAAAAAdA/6kEcuxJ78Fw/S220/me.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tmd9IIDp8KU/ST8sI5H7P-I/AAAAAAAAAc0/Ke3oV9LcYCg/s72-c/neosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
