<?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-5215396470194375217</id><updated>2011-10-03T06:28:43.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extemporaneidade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://extemporaneidade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extemporaneidade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lara G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12378500836208873206</uri><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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5215396470194375217.post-7857100830511864918</id><published>2011-04-29T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:47:46.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Despistei meus medos, virei à esquerda e prossegui como quem sabe exatamente para onde vai. Estava firme. Firme, isto não é ser dura, entende? Caminhei, caminhei. Como um robô, parei apenas quando a comunicação falhou. Ajoelhei-me, agachei, me dobrei, revirei. Pensei que deveria sair dali o mais rápido possível, mas o meu corpo estava imóvel, tremendo, queimando, sumindo. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215396470194375217-7857100830511864918?l=extemporaneidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/7857100830511864918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/7857100830511864918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extemporaneidade.blogspot.com/2011/04/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei'/><author><name>Lara G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12378500836208873206</uri><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-5215396470194375217.post-9163471499564683701</id><published>2011-01-05T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:41:20.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meio de falar</title><content type='html'>Nada me cala a voz&lt;br /&gt;Nada põe fogo em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Nada em mim atravessa&lt;br /&gt;A não ser você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada me vira do avesso&lt;br /&gt;Nada aqui tem começo&lt;br /&gt;Desconheço o que é desfecho&lt;br /&gt;A lei em mim é o meio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meio de chegar&lt;br /&gt;Meio devagar&lt;br /&gt;Meio de desfazer teus nós&lt;br /&gt;Te derreter&lt;br /&gt;Meio de assegurar&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo está no lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Do espaço se desfazer&lt;br /&gt;E a gente se encontrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215396470194375217-9163471499564683701?l=extemporaneidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/9163471499564683701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/9163471499564683701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extemporaneidade.blogspot.com/2011/01/meio-de-falar.html' title='Meio de falar'/><author><name>Lara G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12378500836208873206</uri><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-5215396470194375217.post-5278088897380411262</id><published>2010-11-26T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T12:18:58.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>É isto</title><content type='html'>Você me dá uma mistura&lt;br /&gt;de calma com loucura.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5215396470194375217-5278088897380411262?l=extemporaneidade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/5278088897380411262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5215396470194375217/posts/default/5278088897380411262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://extemporaneidade.blogspot.com/2010/11/e-isto.html' title='É isto'/><author><name>Lara G.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12378500836208873206</uri><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>
