<?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-2700788393579244931</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:44:59.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Magazine People"</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>"Magazine People"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15165330128037284963</uri><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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2700788393579244931.post-2777834930360767272</id><published>2011-03-30T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:14:04.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;Gente como deve ser daqui a uns 15 anos quando eu tiver um filho e ele me pergunta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;-mãe, na sua epoca de adolescente qual e a banda q existe ate hj e q marcaram para sempre???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- Filho assim, na minha epoca de adolescente, se ouvia Restart, Lady Gaga, Fresno, Nx Zero, Cine, Pitty, Fiuk, Luan Santnna&amp;nbsp;entre outros e nenhum marcou a historia da musica como Maddona, Cazuza, Legião Urbana entre outros, na minha epoca filho todas as bands que iniciavam acabavam muito rapido como Djavu, Calypson.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: yellow; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: large;"&gt;- Então mãe na sua epoca so existia gente brega né???? Porque nenhuma durou ate hj!!!! kkk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700788393579244931-2777834930360767272?l=magazinepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2777834930360767272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembrancas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/2777834930360767272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/2777834930360767272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças!!!!'/><author><name>"Magazine People"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15165330128037284963</uri><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-2700788393579244931.post-575106586304130075</id><published>2011-03-30T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T15:03:01.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: magenta;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Gente a vida e uma maravilha né? Porque que sofremos tanto? Por que num vem com um manual de instruções, para sobrevivermos?&amp;nbsp; Porque nos apaixonamos logo pelas pessoas erradas? E nunca gostamos e nem damos valor a aqueles que gosta da gente?&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;Para tudo isso temos uma explicação simples, muito simples por sinal, primeiro nos temos que lidar com as situações idependentemente de como ela chega até nos! E sempre gostamos das pessoas erradas, so porque elas nos faz sofrer e então ficamos pressos a ela para todo e sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700788393579244931-575106586304130075?l=magazinepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/575106586304130075/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/tudo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/575106586304130075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/575106586304130075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/tudo.html' title='Tudo!'/><author><name>"Magazine People"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15165330128037284963</uri><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-2700788393579244931.post-2678457267064704931</id><published>2011-03-27T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T19:31:33.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Não tenha medo da vida, tenha medo de vivê-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Não há céu sem tempestades, nem caminhos sem acidentes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Só e digno do pódio quem usa as derrotas para alcançá-lás.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Só é digno da sabedoria quem usa as lágrimas para irriga-lá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Os fragéis usam a força; os fortes, a inteligência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Seja um sonhador, mas una seus sonhos com disciplina,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Pois sonhos sem disciplina produzem pessoas frustadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Seja um debatedor de idéias. Lute pelo que você AMA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Augusto Cury&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2700788393579244931-2678457267064704931?l=magazinepeople.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/feeds/2678457267064704931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/2678457267064704931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2700788393579244931/posts/default/2678457267064704931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magazinepeople.blogspot.com/2011/03/vida.html' title='A Vida'/><author><name>"Magazine People"</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15165330128037284963</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
