<?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-22674439</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:48:54.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warum Nicht?</title><subtitle type='html'>A Hora da Lucidez</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartaturbo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22674439/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartaturbo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Warum Nicht?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603014467312150160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5442/2310/1600/io4.0.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22674439.post-976128494973777073</id><published>2007-10-22T18:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T19:10:58.880-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paula</title><content type='html'>Não sonho mais.&lt;br /&gt;De olhos abertos e pés no chão minha poesia não brinca.&lt;br /&gt;A poesia antes&lt;br /&gt;                        era uma nave&lt;br /&gt;             era uma nau de velas enfunadas&lt;br /&gt;                  embalada por palavras &lt;br /&gt;                             (vãs).&lt;br /&gt;A poesia agora:&lt;br /&gt;       tijolo.&lt;br /&gt;A Palavra lapidada?&lt;br /&gt;                 pe(n)sada?&lt;br /&gt;A palavra é:&lt;br /&gt;Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;E o amor é o meu mundo agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não sonho mais. Te amo.&lt;br /&gt;De olhos abertos e pés no chão: te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22674439-976128494973777073?l=tartaturbo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tartaturbo.blogspot.com/feeds/976128494973777073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22674439&amp;postID=976128494973777073&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22674439/posts/default/976128494973777073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22674439/posts/default/976128494973777073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tartaturbo.blogspot.com/2007/10/paula.html' title='Paula'/><author><name>Warum Nicht?</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14603014467312150160</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5442/2310/1600/io4.0.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
