<?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-5429205</id><updated>2011-04-22T03:29:14.881+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloganza</title><subtitle type='html'>Roll Up The Magical Mystery Tour</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-111169629976906041</id><published>2005-03-24T20:30:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:59:13.725+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cá vamos nós!!!!</title><summary type='text'>.....pois!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/feeds/111169629976906041/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5429205&amp;postID=111169629976906041' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/111169629976906041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/111169629976906041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2005/03/c-vamos-ns.html' title='Cá vamos nós!!!!'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_Cnv7UvbeYlM/ReYF56Xp7YI/AAAAAAAAAAM/vE-Fh2c-It8/s72-c/Benfica_62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-107114113903379673</id><published>2003-12-11T11:11:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-05-22T16:48:30.479+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Vibes</title><summary type='text'>    Beach Boys - Good VibrationsI, I love the colorful clothes she wearsAnd the way the sunlight plays upon her hairI hear the sound of a gentle wordOn the wind that lifts her perfume through the airI'm pickin' up good vibrationsShe's giving me excitationsI'm pickin' up good vibrations(Oom bop bop good vibrations)She's giving me excitations(Oom bop bop excitations)Good good good good vibrations(</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/107114113903379673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/107114113903379673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/12/good-vibes.html' title='Good Vibes'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-106390073012534097</id><published>2003-09-18T16:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:16:08.503Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pink Floyd - Wish You Were HereSo, so you think you can tellHeaven from HellBlue skys from painCan you tell a green fieldFrom a cold steel rail?A smile from a veil?Do you think you can tell?Did they get you to tradeYour heros for ghosts?Hot ashes for trees?Hot air for a cool breeze?Cold comfort for change?And did you exchangeA walk on part in the warFor a lead role in a cage?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106390073012534097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106390073012534097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/09/pink-floyd-wish-you-were-here-so-so-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-106194899626543210</id><published>2003-08-27T02:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T12:10:12.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Paixões ( 1 )</title><summary type='text'>Electric LadylandJimi Hendrix - All Along The Watchtower"There must be some kind of way out of here,"said the joker to the thief,"There's too much confusion,I can't get no relief.Businessmen they drink my wine,plowmen dig my earthNone of them along the line know what any of it is worth""No reason to get excited,"the thief, he kindly spoke"There are many here among uswho feel that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106194899626543210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106194899626543210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/08/paixes-1.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Paixões ( 1 )&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-106168514034056639</id><published>2003-08-24T01:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T22:12:03.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Referências ( 2 )</title><summary type='text'>TABACARIANão sou nada.Nunca serei nada.Não posso querer ser nada.À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.............Estou hoje vencido, como se soubesse a verdade.Estou hoje lúcido, como se estivesse para morrer,..............................................................................Estou hoje perplexo, como quem pensou e achou e esqueceu.Estou hoje dividido entre </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106168514034056639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106168514034056639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/08/referncias-2.html' title='&lt;strong&gt;Referências ( 2 )&lt;/strong&gt;'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-106098846846478060</id><published>2003-08-16T00:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2003-08-16T00:01:05.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Referências (1)</title><summary type='text'>BEIJOUm beijo em lábios é que se demorae tremem no de abrir-se a dentes línguastão penetrantes quanto línguas podem.Mas beijo é mais. É boca aberta hiantepara de encher-se ao que se mova nela.É dentes se apertando delicados.É língua que na boca se agitandoirá de um corpo inteiro descobrir o gostoe sobretudo o que se oculta em sombrase nos recantos em cabelos vive.É beijo tudo o que de</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/feeds/106098846846478060/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106098846846478060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/106098846846478060'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-105407979050270119</id><published>2003-05-28T01:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T23:13:00.473Z</updated><title type='text'>... see you on the dark side of the moon ...</title><summary type='text'>... And when at last the work is donedon't sit down it's time to start another one ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/105407979050270119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/105407979050270119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/05/see-you-on-dark-side-of-moon.html' title='... see you on the dark side of the moon ...'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5429205.post-105399366156380251</id><published>2003-05-27T01:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T22:53:37.380Z</updated><title type='text'>BREATHE</title><summary type='text'>ON THE RUN................................Breathe, breathe in the airDon't be afraid to careLeave, but don't leave meLook aroundChoose your own groundLong you live and high you flyAnd smiles you'll give and tears you'll cryAnd all you touch and all you seeIs all your life will ever beRun, rabbit runDig that hole, forget the sunAnd when at last the work is doneDon't sit downIt's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/105399366156380251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5429205/posts/default/105399366156380251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloganza.blogspot.com/2003/05/breathe.html' title='BREATHE'/><author><name>Ganza</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
