<?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-5815301328319662355</id><updated>2012-02-16T04:59:40.217-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amadurecência</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-7297081600691349911</id><published>2011-03-25T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T07:35:18.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Está chegando</title><content type='html'>Passando só pra dizer que o domínio &lt;a href="http://ingridemerick.com/"&gt;http://ingridemerick.com&lt;/a&gt; já existe e stá em construção!&lt;br /&gt;Logo terão um blog novinho em folha pra visitar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os manterei informados ;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xoxo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-7297081600691349911?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7297081600691349911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-chegando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7297081600691349911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7297081600691349911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2011/03/esta-chegando.html' title='Está chegando'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-7456514799630406021</id><published>2010-01-08T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T09:11:47.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CVC Zenith - Cruzeiro de Natal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/S0di_kxNxJI/AAAAAAAAABI/rqD9nkFYlWs/s1600-h/DSC01101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424413120532432018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/S0di_kxNxJI/AAAAAAAAABI/rqD9nkFYlWs/s320/DSC01101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Uma semana mágica?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Com certeza é assim que posso chamar minha semana de Natal!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Clichê?!?!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Pode até ser... mas que clichê delicioso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Por que passar uma semana num Navio, com mais de 1.800 passageiros, viajando com todo tipo de entretenimento possível... Não é qualquer coisa! RS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Diário de Bordo:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;1° dia: Saída do porto de Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;2° dia: Parada em Búzios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;3° dia: Dia inteiro navegando em auto-mar, sem ver nenhum vestígio de terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;4° dia: Parada em Salvador/BA, com liberdade para fazer turismo pela cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;5° dia: Ainda atracados em Salvador, com liberdade para fazer turismo pela cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;6° dia: Dia inteiro navegando em auto-mar, sem ver nenhum vestígio de terra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;7° dia: Parada na praia privativa da CVC em Angra dos Reis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;8° dia: Desembarque no Porto de Santos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Além de tudo isso, tinha: balada toda noite, shows toda noite, 3 bares, 12 andares de entretenimento, .MUITA comida, MTA bebida, cassino e principalmente, MTUITA gente bonita!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Dava até medo! RS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Uma promessa para o ano de 2010?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;.Voltar a fazer um cruzeiro, só que dessa vez, com pessoas que com certeza, vão curtir tanto quanto eu! &lt;strong&gt;;D&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Xoxo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-7456514799630406021?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7456514799630406021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-semana-magica-com-certeza-e-assim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7456514799630406021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7456514799630406021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2010/01/uma-semana-magica-com-certeza-e-assim.html' title='CVC Zenith - Cruzeiro de Natal'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/S0di_kxNxJI/AAAAAAAAABI/rqD9nkFYlWs/s72-c/DSC01101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-2190879278082244766</id><published>2009-12-05T11:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T11:55:20.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Coração Nunca Mente!</title><content type='html'>. Não sei dizer se isso acontece com todo mundo... mas existem músicas que me fazem lembrar de pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;. Só que algumas vezes, para lembra de uma pessoa especial, eu não preciso de música alguma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"...Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É recusar um presente que nos machuca,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;É não ver o futuro que nos convida..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mas sem este sentimento, não saberíamos o quão importante uma pessoa foi para nós!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8521c630e915d9c5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8521c630e915d9c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331616620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80D8447DEE2F412EFE35686071DF53015E54D81.12310D606F0791C5AAC9AD5D7E3165452A16BA5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8521c630e915d9c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEQuZuDl2hWTK65d_EwUaVcd0N9k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D8521c630e915d9c5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331616620%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D80D8447DEE2F412EFE35686071DF53015E54D81.12310D606F0791C5AAC9AD5D7E3165452A16BA5B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D8521c630e915d9c5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEQuZuDl2hWTK65d_EwUaVcd0N9k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te AMO* Dinda!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;. Xoxo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-2190879278082244766?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2190879278082244766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-coracao-nunca-mente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/2190879278082244766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/2190879278082244766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/12/o-coracao-nunca-mente.html' title='O Coração Nunca Mente!'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-7543637220912505179</id><published>2009-11-07T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-07T07:26:10.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mediocridade da imaginação solitária</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SvWPoN-D_WI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZvCvD-Y9lI/s1600-h/violao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SvWPoN-D_WI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZvCvD-Y9lI/s200/violao.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401381249208286562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sozinha, sentada num banco de ônibus no escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Calada e frágil neste mundo inseguro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Cansada de esperar por aqueles que não vão voltar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Sem ter o que fazer, o que me resta é rabiscar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Palavras que não fazem sentido, só descrevem o momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Mas pra que serve um significado, se minha vida é levada pelo vento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Não sei bem quem sou, mas com alguém vou aprender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Que certos caminhos nos vale à pena conhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Não espero ser pra sempre essa inocente garotinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Mas quero conservar toda a esperteza que eu já não tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Pensar em ídolos inalcançáveis, me faz ter vontade de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Pois sei que sonhando, no mundo real vou me virar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Para que se preocupar com a morte, quando é certeza que ela vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Se é a vida o que importa, e a qualquer momento podem nos tirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Agora eu tenho um poema que eu quero musicar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Resta-me saber se um bom samaritano, se dispõe a me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xoxo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-7543637220912505179?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7543637220912505179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/11/mediocridade-da-imaginacao-solitaria.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7543637220912505179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7543637220912505179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/11/mediocridade-da-imaginacao-solitaria.html' title='Mediocridade da imaginação solitária'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SvWPoN-D_WI/AAAAAAAAABA/MZvCvD-Y9lI/s72-c/violao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-3384286533874495455</id><published>2009-10-15T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T19:09:05.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey Soul Sister - Train</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DrX8AFIQao&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4DrX8AFIQao&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4DrX8AFIQao"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Heeey heeeey heeeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Your lipstick stains on the front lobe of my left side brains&lt;br /&gt;.I knew I wouldn't forget you&lt;br /&gt;.And so I went and let you blow my mind Your sweet moving&lt;br /&gt;.The smell of you in every single dream I dream&lt;br /&gt;.I knew when we collided you're the one I have decided&lt;br /&gt;.Who's one of my kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;br /&gt;.The way you move ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Heeey heeeey heeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind le me&lt;br /&gt;.You gave my life direction&lt;br /&gt;.A game show love connection, we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;.I'm so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;.My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest&lt;br /&gt;.I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna&lt;br /&gt;.And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;br /&gt;.The way you move ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Heeey heeeey heeeey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Just in time, I'm so glad you have a one track mind le me&lt;br /&gt;.You gave my life direction&lt;br /&gt;.A game show love connection, we can't deny&lt;br /&gt;.I'm so obsessed&lt;br /&gt;.My heart is bound to beat right out my untrimmed chest&lt;br /&gt;.I believe in you, like a virgin, you're Madonna&lt;br /&gt;.And I'm always gonna wanna blow your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, ain't that mister mister on the radio, stereo&lt;br /&gt;.The way you move ain't fair you know&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;.Hey soul sister, I don't wanna miss a single thing you do tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight)&lt;br /&gt;.Heeey heeeey heeeeey (tonight) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xoxo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-3384286533874495455?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/3384286533874495455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-soul-sister-train.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/3384286533874495455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/3384286533874495455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/10/hey-soul-sister-train.html' title='Hey Soul Sister - Train'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-2302422340224397013</id><published>2009-08-20T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T06:27:48.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVER DESPENTEIA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.Hoje aprendi que é preciso deixar que a vida te despenteie, por isso decidi aproveitar a vida com mais intensidade, começando pelo blog…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.O mundo é louco, definitivamente louco…&lt;br /&gt;.O que é gostoso, engorda. O que é lindo, custa caro.&lt;br /&gt;.O sol que ilumina o teu rosto enruga.&lt;br /&gt;.E o que é realmente bom dessa vida, despenteia…&lt;br /&gt;- Fazer amor, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Rir às gargalhadas, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Viajar, voar, correr, entrar no mar, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Tirar a roupa, despenteia.- Beijar a pessoa amada, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Brincar, despenteia.- Cantar até ficar sem ar, despenteia.&lt;br /&gt;- Dançar até duvidar se foi boa idéia colocar aqueles saltos gigantes essa noite, deixa seu cabelo irreconhecível…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Então, como sempre, cada vez que nos vejamos eu vou estar com o cabelo bagunçado… Mas pode ter certeza que estarei passando pelo momento mais feliz da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.É a lei da vida: sempre vai estar mais despenteada a mulher que decide ir no primeiro carrinho da montanha russa, que aquela que decide não subir.&lt;br /&gt;.Pode ser que me sinta tentada a ser uma mulher impecável, toda arrumada por dentro e por fora.&lt;br /&gt;.O aviso de páginas amarelas deste mundo exige boa presença: Arrume o cabelo, coloque, tire, compre, corra, emagreça, coma coisas saudáveis, caminhe direito, fique séria… e talvez deveria seguir as instruções, mas quando vão me dar a ordem de ser feliz?&lt;br /&gt;.Por acaso não se dão conta que para ficar bonita eu tenho que me sentir bonita?!&lt;br /&gt;.A pessoa mais bonita que posso ser!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.A única coisa que realmente importa é que, ao me olhar no espelho, eu veja a mulher que devo ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Por isso, minha recomendação a todas as mulheres:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.Entregue-se, coma coisas gostosas, BEIJE, abrace, dance, apaixone-se, relaxe, viaje, pule, durma tarde, acorde cedo, corra, voe, cante, arrume-se para ficar linda, arrume-se para ficar confortável, admire a paisagem, aproveite, e acima de tudo... DEIXE A VIDA TE DESPENTEAR!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.O pior que pode acontecer é que, rindo frente ao espelho, você precise se pentear de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372408043933515874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/So6gptcbwGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g7A7Wc3PJ8/s200/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Email enviado pela Tia Ana Lúcia, de autor/a desconhecido/a*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Feliz aniversário Laííísaaa!!!*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xoxo*&lt;/strong&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/5815301328319662355-2302422340224397013?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/2302422340224397013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-despenteia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/2302422340224397013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/2302422340224397013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/08/viver-despenteia.html' title='VIVER DESPENTEIA!'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/So6gptcbwGI/AAAAAAAAAA4/0g7A7Wc3PJ8/s72-c/sem%2Bt%25C3%25ADtulo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-7172802381591087573</id><published>2009-07-22T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:34:47.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As pessoas mudam...</title><content type='html'>.Tenho muitos conhecidos e alguns colegas, mas meus amigos, eu posso facilmente contar nos dedos das mãos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Eu acho que, nos últimos tempos, amadureci o suficiente pra saber em quem eu posso confiar, sendo assim, algumas pessoas ficaram no passado, e em sua maioria levaram consigo arrependimentos meus. Deixei de ser alguém que se deixava manipular, que se sentia culpada por sentimentos alheios, ou que era inocente suficiente para não perceber o tipo de pessoa que me rodeava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Houveram pessoas que me magoaram das formas mais superficiais, e talvez até indiretamente, e algumas outras que feriram tão profundamente, que não sei se algum dia serei capaz de me curar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.As vezes, minha garganta doi, na vontade de gritar nomes e ofensas, mas então, penso nos dedos com quem posso contar, os amigos que escolhi, ou que não sei por que cargas d’água podem ter me escolhido, para estarem sempre comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Um amigo recente, ou aquele mais antigo, o que é mais carinhoso, o que me ouve falar pelos cotovelos, tem um amigo sem-querer, um que mora longe, aquele do msn, e tem até amigo que é pra casar, mas acima de tudo, eu amo muito todos eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Não se pode subestimar um amigo de verdade, pois estes são os que nos apontam o dedo quando merecemos, nos oferecem um ouvido paciente quando queremos, e nos ajudam a levantar quando cedemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.Não é nem sequer certo dizer que eu sou uma pessoa madura ou independente, pois sei que ainda devo passar por muito até poder me intitular desta forma, mas o fato de que eu mudei, ninguém pode contestar, e tudo isso, graças aos meus amigos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“&lt;strong&gt;Brilha aonde estiver... faz da lágrima o sangue que nos deixa de pé...&lt;/strong&gt;”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;O brilho de vocês me faz ter vontade de levantar todas as manhãs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Xoxo*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-7172802381591087573?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/7172802381591087573/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-pessoas-mudam.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7172802381591087573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/7172802381591087573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-pessoas-mudam.html' title='As pessoas mudam...'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-8136153810297963272</id><published>2009-07-07T15:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T15:41:12.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quais são seus valores?</title><content type='html'>Simplesmente impossível não se fazer refletir com esse vídeo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Dear Mr. President&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;Música da cantora Pink, que se refere ao Presidente George W. Bush, e sua capacidade de ferir tantas pessoas sem sentir o mínimo de remorso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="285" width="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/KS6iaW4_qXQ&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/KS6iaW4_qXQ&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0xcc2550&amp;color2=0xe87a9f&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="340" height="285"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deasafio quem disser que não comoveu com este vídeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então... quais são seus valores?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-8136153810297963272?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/8136153810297963272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplesmente-impossivel-nao-se-fazer_07.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/8136153810297963272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/8136153810297963272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/simplesmente-impossivel-nao-se-fazer_07.html' title='Quais são seus valores?'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5815301328319662355.post-4029908991014143923</id><published>2009-07-05T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T17:00:12.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aqui se inicia...</title><content type='html'>Aqui se inicia... uma tentativa de me inspirar com mais frequência!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada que um fim de semana bem movimentado não incentive, e é claro, alguns amigos também ;D&lt;br /&gt;Por isso estamos ai, tentando mais uma vez manter um blog, esperando que não seja tão difícil, já que vivo uma simples existencia  sem muitos poemas ou músicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero também, que consiga atrair algum público, seja pra me ralhar ou não! Afinal, "tamo ai pra isso..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estando eu na minha 2° semana se férias, ainda este mês terei algum tempo extra pra escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada,&lt;br /&gt;e prometo voltar em breve com atualizações!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xoxo*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5815301328319662355-4029908991014143923?l=ingridswan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/feeds/4029908991014143923/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/aqui-se-inicia.html#comment-form' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/4029908991014143923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5815301328319662355/posts/default/4029908991014143923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ingridswan.blogspot.com/2009/07/aqui-se-inicia.html' title='Aqui se inicia...'/><author><name>Ingrid* Swan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18306712977114902100</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rYaltkSu1UI/SlFKTlJgA3I/AAAAAAAAAAM/xbK_hn4FY-4/S220/OgAAAB5FkJHk0edXM2PfP_VG-F7VFkQNXMDTksR3ixBW4-nV1aUqjMu1K18tsUPbafbC5KHBJRP-YdrD9lIE0Vw0J8oAm1T1UOJUP6aAFgcT9pvajFdmNHnGT63b.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
