<?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-3350077027342762619</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:02:27.101-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.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-3350077027342762619.post-6182413033201950823</id><published>2009-09-03T11:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T12:46:35.662-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O outro lado da rua</title><summary type='text'>A casa da minha avó sempre foi especial. Além de ter sido palco para todas as minhas receitas culinárias com mato e flores no fogãozinho de brinquedo e para todas as guerras de tomate que encenei com os meus primos, o sobrado ainda conta com aqueles elementos essenciais para residências do gênero: piso decorado com pedaços de azulejos, bibelôs na estante, fotos até a quarta geração da família </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/6182413033201950823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=6182413033201950823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/6182413033201950823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/6182413033201950823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2009/09/o-outro-lado-da-rua.html' title='O outro lado da rua'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/Sp_kzqN2snI/AAAAAAAAACA/LYDnH0bmHWI/s72-c/bike.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-6923628048234405841</id><published>2009-09-03T10:36:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:55:22.394-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A volta</title><summary type='text'>Definitiva dessa vez. Já fui, voltei. E decidi ficar.Nos útlimos meses, passei por situações complicadas, algumas constragedoras, outras tristes. Precisei da companhia do tempo para aceitar a perda de alguém muito querido. Meu mentor, minha inspiração, meu anjo. Ele se foi. Mas descobri que anjo da guarda existe. E eu tenho um! Agora estou numa fase de transição. Recomeçando a vida, sabe? Do zero</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/6923628048234405841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=6923628048234405841' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/6923628048234405841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/6923628048234405841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2009/09/volta.html' title='A volta'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-4268289498732013652</id><published>2009-02-27T13:29:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:45:56.080-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marcianos, nós?</title><summary type='text'>Segundo a Bíblia Deus criou o céu e a Terra. Segundo os cientistas o mundo surgiu de uma grande explosão chamada big-bang. Está aí criada a primeira dúvida. Segundo a Bíblia a vida na Terra surgiu através de Adão e Eva que tiveram dois filhos :Caim e Abel.Os cientistas já falam outra coisa, ou seja, que a vida surgiu do mar. Está aí a sua segunda dúvida. Vamos ser realistas e acreditar no que </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/4268289498732013652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=4268289498732013652' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/4268289498732013652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/4268289498732013652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2009/02/marcianos-nos.html' title='Marcianos, nós?'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SagYqXAGm5I/AAAAAAAAABw/CSPWh6K1G3w/s72-c/marciano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-5343440331856756560</id><published>2009-02-23T23:02:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T23:06:25.276-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O retorno</title><summary type='text'>Eu sei que prometi para mim mesma ter um blog de verdade, daqueles que a gente atualiza e um monte de gente lê, comenta e tal. Confesso que andei meio fora de órbita. Passei um período colocando pingos nos is, e tirando alguns também. Passei a levar a análise a sério e juro que estou tendo colocar a vida em ordem.Para (re) começar, nada melhor que criar uma rotina, e por que não por aqui? Já este</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/5343440331856756560/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=5343440331856756560' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/5343440331856756560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/5343440331856756560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-retorno.html' title='O retorno'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-3098297337489106125</id><published>2008-10-21T21:49:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T22:02:15.986-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O irresistível charme do homem casado</title><summary type='text'>"A felicidade de um homem casadodepende das mulheres com as quais não se casou" Oscar WildeToda vez que começa aquele choramingo de que não tem homem do mercado, ele sempre vem acompanhado de um adendo: os bons estão todos ocupados. E os bons são osmaridos alheios. Será que isso é verdade? Por que eles são melhores? Afinal, o que as mulheres vêem neles?Não é verdade que os casados são de melhor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/3098297337489106125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=3098297337489106125' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3098297337489106125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3098297337489106125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-irresistvel-charme-do-homem-casado.html' title='O irresistível charme do homem casado'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SP5tBCCa7xI/AAAAAAAAABY/3OOQ4iLcrmE/s72-c/200523731-001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-7646444023888847298</id><published>2008-08-28T11:14:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T11:43:01.124-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas para lembrar na hora de beijar um músico</title><summary type='text'>Quase todos seus amigos, rolos e namorados foram músicos, e você decide que já chega. Aceita sair com um jornalista, desses que passam o dia inteiro metidos num terno. Para sua surpresa, não é que o cara é legal? Não fala de jornal, tem um humor impagável, um beijo ótimo e, quase sem perceber, vocês saem três vezes em oito dias. No quarto encontro, o convite fatídico: "Você não quer ir ao show da</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/7646444023888847298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=7646444023888847298' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/7646444023888847298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/7646444023888847298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2008/08/coisas-para-lembrar-na-hora-de-beijar.html' title='Coisas para lembrar na hora de beijar um músico'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SLa5Sm4B-GI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zgs57s1xwck/s72-c/bass.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-3035744714007164452</id><published>2008-08-18T11:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T13:00:20.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdas</title><summary type='text'>Nunca fui de perder coisas. As coisas é que costumam se perder de mim. Quando pequena, perdi o par de tênis amarelo da minha Barbie. Eu já não gostava muito dela justamente porque usava tênis. Eu nunca gostei de tênis. Era uma Barbie esportiva e eu não conseguia entender o que deu na cabeça do meu pai para comprar uma Barbie esportiva. Eu gostava mesmo era das Barbies glamourosas, de longos e </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/3035744714007164452/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=3035744714007164452' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3035744714007164452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3035744714007164452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2008/08/perdas.html' title='Perdas'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKmchvfA24I/AAAAAAAAABI/MgiR5lzp_7k/s72-c/76132059.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-5108330093062606275</id><published>2008-08-13T23:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T23:18:39.436-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre amor, ódio e indiferença</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0   21         false   false   false                             MicrosoftInternetExplorer4   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     &lt;![endif]--&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0cm; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/5108330093062606275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=5108330093062606275' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/5108330093062606275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/5108330093062606275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2008/08/sobre-amor-dio-e-indiferena.html' title='Sobre amor, ódio e indiferença'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKOV3QzMJmI/AAAAAAAAABA/M6xzUjkqkw8/s72-c/tlp688336.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3350077027342762619.post-3066130360319847690</id><published>2008-08-11T23:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T00:07:30.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Boas vindas</title><summary type='text'>Valentina Rosseli é a imortal criação do desenhista italiano Gudo Crepax. Ela , no entanto, não é apenas uma personagem qualquer mas sim , uma personagem moderna, intelectualmente muito bem resolvida... Algumas das frases que estão presentes em suas histórias.E eu não sou muito diferente dela.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/feeds/3066130360319847690/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3350077027342762619&amp;postID=3066130360319847690' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3066130360319847690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3350077027342762619/posts/default/3066130360319847690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://valentinarosseli.blogspot.com/2008/08/boas-vindas.html' title='Boas vindas'/><author><name>Valentina Rosseli</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01418591482893248693</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5qtWhsy4X9w/SKDWLWCpSTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/QHyd2SfiOqk/s1600-R/valentina.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
