<?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-31514552</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:06:37.367-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found The Light</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Neoseven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05966052929091017028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/SAuFOzFw_vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2w1f9YXuOQ/S220/Neoseven.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514552.post-1615407847990813372</id><published>2008-03-17T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:42:54.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui, sou, serei</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu já fui daquelas pessoas, que julgava os outros, daquelas que eram influênciadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Daquelas que seguiam falsos ídolos ou modas, já fui condenada, julgada e pisada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ja fui agredida, ja fui espancada, tanto físicamente como verbalmente por crianças e jovens cruéis e inconscientes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Já fui enganada por pessoas em que confiava, ja fui uma sofredora de amores impossiveis e incorrespondíveis (acho que o cupido só tinha uma flecha para mim mas para a outra pessoa já não)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ja caí, já perdi, já sofri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;É passado por já passou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Caí, perdi e sofri para puder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;levantar, ganhar e alegrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Agora sou, uma pessoa, uma mulher ou como eu quiser ser, sou rija e dura como uma rocha, porém ainda tenho telhados de vidro, e quando chove uma tormenta tendem em rachar, partir e às vezes cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sou uma pessoa que quer ser no presente, lutar por hoje para ter o amanhã. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero deixar e esquecer o meu passado infeliz e lembrar de um passado alegre e feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Lembrar de ti; daquele; daquela; do outro; da outra; deste; desta; e todos aqueles que entraram e sairam da minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero lembrar e saborear a cada momento bom que passa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero sentir que nem tudo é mau, cruél ou infeliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ser positiva, confiante, alegre e feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ser verdadeira para comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ser livre de qualquer julgamento ou preconceito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero encontrar o meu caminho para que possa ser independente e livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Quero ser eu mesma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#6600cc;"&gt;E serei no futuro que há de vir brevemente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31514552-1615407847990813372?l=neoseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/1615407847990813372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31514552&amp;postID=1615407847990813372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/1615407847990813372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/1615407847990813372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/2008/03/fui-sou-serei.html' title='Fui, sou, serei'/><author><name>Neoseven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05966052929091017028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/SAuFOzFw_vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2w1f9YXuOQ/S220/Neoseven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514552.post-4142916550088860746</id><published>2008-03-01T14:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-02T12:20:37.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Chains</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm in chains by my feelings,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;secret feelings that i have, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;that i can't express to anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel obrigated to chain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my heart in a metal chest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;so that no one can see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;my broken heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;It's heavy and painfull &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;to carry this burden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;inside my chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm feel lost in lifeless sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;full of heartless beings around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;They are some who have light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;but they have so much to learn and see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel desperate, lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I feel i can't trust entirely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;sometimes i feel can't trust even you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;This feeling is to much to be kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So this feeling I must forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;In time a memory like any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;will be placed in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A locked secret i must kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For our sake this i must do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;in order to save and kept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what i have now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I'm sorry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31514552-4142916550088860746?l=neoseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/4142916550088860746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31514552&amp;postID=4142916550088860746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/4142916550088860746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/4142916550088860746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/2008/03/im-chains.html' title='I&apos;m Chains'/><author><name>Neoseven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05966052929091017028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/SAuFOzFw_vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2w1f9YXuOQ/S220/Neoseven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514552.post-6309595780034760499</id><published>2007-05-19T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T16:51:10.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pintar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/Rk-LrTZ7TRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/STvd19KXXVw/s1600-h/The+Death+of+The+Unicorn+The+Painting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5066421681874750738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/Rk-LrTZ7TRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/STvd19KXXVw/s200/The+Death+of+The+Unicorn+The+Painting.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A pintar faço o meu mundo apartir de uma simples arrujada pincelada do meu pincel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pincelando, pincelar, camando, sobrepondo: traços, linhas, pontos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Faço a minha descendência centenária: Pai, filho, filha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Pois Mãe sou eu, pois sou a origem da fertilidade da minha imaginação transcendente e infinita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Em cada obra minha, viverá um quarto da minha alma, da minha energia, da minha vida, do meu amor, e da minha dor, da minha pessoa e da minha infinita essência do meu ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu sou tudo quando acredito, sou vida quando sinto luz em mim, sou feliz quando o meu o Amor penetra em mim... Sou tudo o que sentes por mim, o que olhas de mim mas ainda sou muito mais por dentro do que um simples olhar discreto e indescreto, sou um quadro a ser contemplado, numa infinidade de existências materiais, sou um traço, sou uma forma, sou um ser humano, sou eu mesma a ver-te e a contemplar-te como contemplo-te... Meu quadro...&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/31514552-6309595780034760499?l=neoseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/6309595780034760499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31514552&amp;postID=6309595780034760499' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/6309595780034760499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/6309595780034760499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/2007/05/pintar.html' title='A Pintar'/><author><name>Neoseven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05966052929091017028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/SAuFOzFw_vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2w1f9YXuOQ/S220/Neoseven.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/Rk-LrTZ7TRI/AAAAAAAAAAM/STvd19KXXVw/s72-c/The+Death+of+The+Unicorn+The+Painting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31514552.post-115360946157460831</id><published>2006-07-22T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T18:52:47.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Found the Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/633/1600/At_6_am_IV_by_neoseven.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5539/633/200/At_6_am_IV_by_neoseven.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes it's true i found the light i was looking for a very long time...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For such a long time and in a long way i'ved cross.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Too many trapes haved caught me, too many bruises i'ved taken, too many beatting i'ved toke, so much pain and suffering i'ved take so far in a lot of lost fights and failed battles in life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For a long time i learned with my mistakes and also with people.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But now, i found hope. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found my way, my road to take, my path, my destiny...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel confident and safe about this felling, i found hope, i found meaning in my life, I've awake from a very long nightmare of desapointments, depressions, sadness, and emptiness in my heart... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For the first time i feel so free and open to the world. But i'm also awear that in every good side of things are also the bad side of things...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Yes i´ved learned with a lot of pain, suffering and of loosing, to know how life is, life is never fair...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For life to be lived, we must learn how to, we must feel with our heart and soul, respect every living being, human or animal...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must live with harmony and respect every one, love one another...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is so simple, why most people have to compliced it with their material interests and their self wishes? Why can't they open their own minds and see things in a different perpective? See both sides of things? Why?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Life is a challenge to be lived, a road to be crossed, a battle to wonn, a lesson to be learned...And for that we must face it, our fears, our problems, ours challenges, cross the road, learn everything, feel everything, live everything...loose everything to learn and winn everything to enjoy it when the feelling of the moment still flows in you...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Accept every one from who they are, don't dieny them, understand them, love them in every form of love you feel like, respect everyone, be yourself and don't listen to critics of others who don't know you and don't know what's best for you...You are you, be true, be yourself and live in harmony...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enjoy and tresure the good moments and learn and cry in the bad moments... Life is short, so don't waste time of thinking in things that can't turn back on time and be fixed, what happen, happen... Focus on the Present and think of the Future....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From so many things i've crossed in my road until now, i've learned many things and i still have much more to learn, but now i'm ready to face life, to live it, to wonn it, to love it, and to cross the road once more...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just feel with your heart and soul and you will find the light you're searching for ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just simply live by every moment you live and tresure... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&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/31514552-115360946157460831?l=neoseven.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/feeds/115360946157460831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31514552&amp;postID=115360946157460831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/115360946157460831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31514552/posts/default/115360946157460831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://neoseven.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-found-light.html' title='I Found the Light'/><author><name>Neoseven</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05966052929091017028</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_tB3wkVBFXlM/SAuFOzFw_vI/AAAAAAAAAAY/X2w1f9YXuOQ/S220/Neoseven.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
