<?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-1405776375549933899</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:01:06.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma viagem ao mundo da alma</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-7859272037927844425</id><published>2010-07-18T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T01:40:19.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser criança é isto mesmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495162024993733554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TEK8v0L3u7I/AAAAAAAAACg/YQ6OxD5C_HE/s320/DSC01315.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Cuidar duma criança, 24 sob 24 horas faz-me retroceder aos meus anos de infância e ver como o tempo mudou, como as condições de hoje são tão diferentes, mas como uma criança NUNCA deixa de ter características de criança:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não gosto de sopa, (também eu, ainda hoje, a dispenso!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Não gosto de ervilhas, não gosto de cenoura (dispensam-se os legumes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Gosto de doces, gelatina, gelados, bolos…. (conseguia alimentar-me só de doces! Dor de barriga? O que isso? Não me dói agora!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Estes desenhos animados é que são fixes e os que vão dar a seguir, e a seguir também… (consigo manter-me colada à televisão enquanto houver bonecos, queres apostar!? A Ana dos cabelos ruivos, a Rua Sésamo, o Bocas…nostalgia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Férias ideais…hum? Deixa-me pensar…. Passar horas dentro de água! (piscina, praia, balde, cesto, banheira…tal faz, o importante é haver água!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Cem euros? Não é caro! (eu também não achava, até me custar ganhar o meu!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Deita-te e dorme porque amanhã vamos acordar cedo. / -Não te preocupes eu consigo acordar cedo …(10h, 10h30, 11h, 11h30…e ainda dorme!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Vamos, vamos, vamos…! (a ansiedade que até faz doer a barriga, ou que desperta as borboletas que lá moram e fazem cócegas quando queremos MESMO uma coisa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Isto nunca mais acaba? Que seca. (não há papas na língua, dizemos o que queremos. É assim mesmo, quem me dera ter trazido comigo essa característica tão infantil! Dava jeito, às vezes!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não acaba aqui!!! Este post AINDA está em construção!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom seres uma criança normal, sinal que quando fores adultos podes olhar para trás e ter recordações cómicas e descobrir que as crianças, serão sempre crianças, daí o seu nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri isso contigo! A minha verdadeira introspecção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-7859272037927844425?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7859272037927844425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ser-crianca-e-isto-mesmo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/7859272037927844425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/7859272037927844425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ser-crianca-e-isto-mesmo.html' title='Ser criança é isto mesmo...'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TEK8v0L3u7I/AAAAAAAAACg/YQ6OxD5C_HE/s72-c/DSC01315.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-2558671441547415673</id><published>2010-07-04T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T13:40:49.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chakras alinhados?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TDDvDrnBFUI/AAAAAAAAACY/b3fxIUce_94/s1600/mulher-meditar-feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490150792289654082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TDDvDrnBFUI/AAAAAAAAACY/b3fxIUce_94/s320/mulher-meditar-feira.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TDDuosDxSZI/AAAAAAAAACQ/x_q8ilb1Lmk/s1600/mulher-meditar-feira.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Parece que sim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responsáveis:&lt;br /&gt;Sol,&lt;br /&gt;Água,&lt;br /&gt;Ar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Praia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quatro elementos em pura simbiose com a minha alma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-2558671441547415673?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2558671441547415673/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/chakras-alinhados.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/2558671441547415673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/2558671441547415673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/chakras-alinhados.html' title='Chakras alinhados?'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TDDvDrnBFUI/AAAAAAAAACY/b3fxIUce_94/s72-c/mulher-meditar-feira.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-2345379672774557</id><published>2010-07-02T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T14:03:39.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em estado Zen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5TqpC1fjI/AAAAAAAAACI/Goqjrr4nicw/s1600/IMG_1910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489416987848572466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5TqpC1fjI/AAAAAAAAACI/Goqjrr4nicw/s320/IMG_1910.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A viagem de alinhamento dos sentidos, dos sentimentos e da alma....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A verdadeira viagem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-2345379672774557?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/2345379672774557/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-estado-zen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/2345379672774557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/2345379672774557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/em-estado-zen.html' title='Em estado Zen'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5TqpC1fjI/AAAAAAAAACI/Goqjrr4nicw/s72-c/IMG_1910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-6731620302523099442</id><published>2010-07-02T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T13:42:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Atirei-lhe uma pedra porque...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5OXxWEYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Rqf8UMPXw8/s1600/IMG_1102.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5489411166101070082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5OXxWEYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Rqf8UMPXw8/s320/IMG_1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje assisti ao mais vulgar e comum gesto, de uma criança, e questionei-me sobre o acto em si.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque é que todo o ser humano sente  necessidade de atirar pedras ao mar quando se senta junto dele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crianças, adultos, homens, mulheres, eu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E TU? Também atiraste pedras ao mar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que mal te fez ele?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-6731620302523099442?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6731620302523099442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/atirei-lhe-uma-pedra-porque.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/6731620302523099442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/6731620302523099442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/atirei-lhe-uma-pedra-porque.html' title='Atirei-lhe uma pedra porque...'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TC5OXxWEYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/0Rqf8UMPXw8/s72-c/IMG_1102.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-720858269478386445</id><published>2010-07-02T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T05:41:35.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Porto Sentido</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/ch5DVcZqsu4/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch5DVcZqsu4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ch5DVcZqsu4&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quando a saudade aperta, nada melhor que ouvir o que nos toca a  alma, com o desejo de ..."reverte nessa altivez..."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-720858269478386445?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/720858269478386445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/porto-sentido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/720858269478386445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/720858269478386445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/07/porto-sentido.html' title='Porto Sentido'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-3088068257329840523</id><published>2010-06-27T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:41:55.039-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Almadrava .- Distancia del mar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object style="BACKGROUND-IMAGE: url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/3HY7cOpjGws/hqdefault.jpg)" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HY7cOpjGws&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3HY7cOpjGws&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Como é evidente, esta não podia faltar no MEU BLOG... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;- ALMADRAVA -&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…pés que deambulam levemente na areia,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…o encantamento da estrela da manhã &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…o vislumbrar do astro rei na sua aurora&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;…a magia de um mundo belo (onde quer que ele esteja).&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-3088068257329840523?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3088068257329840523/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/06/almadrava-distancia-del-mar.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/3088068257329840523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/3088068257329840523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/06/almadrava-distancia-del-mar.html' title='Almadrava .- Distancia del mar'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1405776375549933899.post-7397243999297744236</id><published>2010-06-27T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T13:32:02.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O meu primeiro dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdoYiXFDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B3FPHHWbKoM/s1600/CIMG0359.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487469441723993474" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdoYiXFDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B3FPHHWbKoM/s320/CIMG0359.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hoje é o dia da minha criação, chego tarde, é um facto, mas ainda bem que vim a tempo :) Desejo, aos meus visitantes, uma boa viagem ao mais profundo mundo da alma e dos sentidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1405776375549933899-7397243999297744236?l=viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7397243999297744236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-primeiro-dia.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/7397243999297744236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1405776375549933899/posts/default/7397243999297744236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viagemdossentidos.blogspot.com/2010/06/o-meu-primeiro-dia.html' title='O meu primeiro dia'/><author><name>Cristina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10852908570666661909</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdmGjA4OXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6F2CLJWqzO0/S220/CIMG2456.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vUDEwufoE1o/TCdoYiXFDYI/AAAAAAAAAAw/B3FPHHWbKoM/s72-c/CIMG0359.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
