<?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-3592175905192773882</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:51:08.990-08:00</updated><category term='keep that in mind'/><category term='aleatório'/><category term='&quot;né?&quot;'/><category term='debussie'/><category term='off the record'/><title type='text'>Debussie</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592175905192773882.post-7048252315134509237</id><published>2011-10-18T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:00:06.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debussie'/><title type='text'>Of black and white for far too long.</title><content type='html'>For far too long...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592175905192773882-7048252315134509237?l=debussie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/7048252315134509237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/7048252315134509237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-black-and-white-for-far-too-long.html' title='Of black and white for far too long.'/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592175905192773882.post-8947877205439347585</id><published>2011-10-13T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:07:40.665-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='keep that in mind'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;né?&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Quem disse que você&amp;nbsp;precisa sentir o que está sentindo agora, afinal? Você não precisa.&lt;br /&gt;Just... Keep that in mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592175905192773882-8947877205439347585?l=debussie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/8947877205439347585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/8947877205439347585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/2011/10/quem-disse-que-voce-sentir-o-que-esta.html' title=''/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592175905192773882.post-3242634254670742885</id><published>2011-10-01T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:04:01.855-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;né?&quot;'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Se você procura "mudança de vida" no Google, aparecerá de tudo. Inclusive coletânea de frases de Zíbia Gasparetto, e logicamente&amp;nbsp;domínios&amp;nbsp;relacionados a igrejas variadas. O que me leva a pensar não só em "gestão da informação" mas como também na vida alheia. As pessoas sempre apelam para a religião. É curioso, até porque é por meio dessa que muitas vezes conseguem. Mas, e enquanto pessoas como eu? Em que a fé tem que ser puramente fé. Onde não há intermediários ou, falando sobre a perspectiva terrena, pessoas a quem recorrer durante crises reais que acarretam em&amp;nbsp;consequências&amp;nbsp;reais. Não dá para mudar, as vezes, só por mudar. As pessoas estão pressas a imagem que elas mesma&amp;nbsp;construíram&amp;nbsp;de si mesmo. O velho e bom Deus de quem pode crer, está lá. É superior e só por isso tem o poder de fazer como que uma pessoa faça o que é&amp;nbsp;preciso, sem essa pessoa se dê ao trabalho de pensar no que os outros possam estar pensando. Mas, e enquanto pessoas como eu?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592175905192773882-3242634254670742885?l=debussie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/3242634254670742885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/3242634254670742885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-voce-procura-mudanca-de-vida-no.html' title=''/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592175905192773882.post-8636213965233608639</id><published>2011-08-01T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T07:02:05.054-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='off the record'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Debussie é uma música de Daphne Loves Derby, mas também é a minha maneira de lembrar a obra de Claude Debussy, compositor da famosa “Clair de Lune”. Não sou nada pretensiosa, não imagino como a insignificante eu possa criar algo mais (e realmente) significativo em homenagem a alguém como Debussy.&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/3592175905192773882-8636213965233608639?l=debussie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/8636213965233608639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/8636213965233608639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/2011/08/debussie-e-uma-musica-de-daphne-loves.html' title=''/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3592175905192773882.post-5924184141039260921</id><published>2011-08-01T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T05:02:09.738-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debussie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;né?&quot;'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aleatório'/><title type='text'>Will my life be long enough...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;To see the things I want to see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3592175905192773882-5924184141039260921?l=debussie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/5924184141039260921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3592175905192773882/posts/default/5924184141039260921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://debussie.blogspot.com/2011/08/will-my-life-be-long-enough.html' title='Will my life be long enough...'/><author><name>@tiredwaiting</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rLFtt37sTj4/TXVv47MgrcI/AAAAAAAAABM/VJIgY3BYA3M/s220/pat1.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
