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/&gt;Comum além dos sustos&lt;br /&gt;as esfareladas vidas: também um esforço de esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é justamente lá&lt;br /&gt;entre becos, ruelas e corações partidos&lt;br /&gt;vozes soam tristemente mais uma partida, tantas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sem nem tempo pra dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não mais último beijo&lt;br /&gt;nem abraço&lt;br /&gt;carinho&lt;br /&gt;se foram.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cláudio de Souza Mendonça&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-6253951050964006339?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/6253951050964006339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2010/03/cancao-da-ultima-despedida.html#comment-form' title='1 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type='text'>se.</title><content type='html'>E se o mundo girasse ao contrário?&lt;br /&gt;E se as coisas fossem diferentes?&lt;br /&gt;Será que nos encontraríamos enfim,&lt;br /&gt;Sem tantas coisas a fazer e só ter um lugar para ficar!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se tudo fosse nosso?&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive o presente, poderíamos enfim juntar-nos?&lt;br /&gt;Sair por aí e conversar sem pensar no tempo que passa!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se pensássemos diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo poderia ser nosso,&lt;br /&gt;Dançaríamos enfim juntos qualquer música que tocasse!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se todos os caminhos nos ligassem? &lt;br /&gt;Poderíamos segui-los sem muito pensar e somente ir!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se apenas pudéssemos dar-nos as mãos e beijar-nos,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo poderia ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo poderia então voltar a girar como sempre girou!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eline Barreto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-7290481685847736162?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7290481685847736162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-se-o-mundo-girasse-ao-contrario-e-se.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/7290481685847736162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/7290481685847736162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/11/e-se-o-mundo-girasse-ao-contrario-e-se.html' title='se.'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-1022513745170228014</id><published>2009-06-01T22:37:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T17:01:29.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>versinhos</title><content type='html'>vendo assim tão quietinho&lt;br /&gt;dá uma sensação tão boa&lt;br /&gt;de felicidade fininha ...&lt;br /&gt;de mãozinha quentinha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;essa noite tão fria...&lt;br /&gt;trouxe a saudade&lt;br /&gt;do jeitinho mancinho&lt;br /&gt;de ficar assim bem juntinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e que bom seria&lt;br /&gt;ficar de mãos dadas&lt;br /&gt;adentrar a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;enquanto o soninho corria ...ZzzZzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é desse jeito assim &lt;br /&gt;que me sinto feliz&lt;br /&gt;com toda saudade&lt;br /&gt;e a tal fê...lícidade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eline Barreto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-1022513745170228014?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1022513745170228014/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/06/versos-arrumados-e-romaticos.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/1022513745170228014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDspUMpUXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tK-VJAHqNOg/s1600-h/semaforo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDspUMpUXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tK-VJAHqNOg/s200/semaforo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337025752974578034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luzes ultrapassavam os vidros do carro&lt;br /&gt;Luzes velozes na cidade estagnada&lt;br /&gt;Sinais vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;Ponteiros parados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto lá dentro falava ela aceleradamente&lt;br /&gt;Entre palavras coisas ditas&lt;br /&gt;Desejo de mostrar-se breve&lt;br /&gt;De fazer-se conhecer fulminante&lt;br /&gt;De ganhá-lo a todo custo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscava-o compulsivamente&lt;br /&gt;Querendo-o naquela noite&lt;br /&gt;Naquela cidade&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim ... não conseguistes&lt;br /&gt;Talvez culpa dos freios do carro&lt;br /&gt;Impedimentos corriqueiros&lt;br /&gt;Acontece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na próxima&lt;br /&gt;Ah sim!&lt;br /&gt;Ela consegue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagem: Semáforo público cibernético&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-5653935892823081497?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/5653935892823081497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ela-queria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/5653935892823081497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/5653935892823081497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/ela-queria.html' title='Ela queria'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDspUMpUXI/AAAAAAAAAC8/tK-VJAHqNOg/s72-c/semaforo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-7196312668639965380</id><published>2009-05-18T01:18:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T01:22:54.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDiVHpj9kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Nln-cMq3r-A/s1600-h/IMG_2123.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDiVHpj9kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Nln-cMq3r-A/s200/IMG_2123.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337014410892539458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais tenebroso de tudo&lt;br /&gt;é o esperar por este horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Por um sol manso&lt;br /&gt;Uma chuva doce&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto se carregam os fardos de algo&lt;br /&gt;Não pedido&lt;br /&gt;Nem querido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cláudio de Souza Mendonça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Eline Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-7196312668639965380?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/7196312668639965380/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-mais-tenebroso-de-tudo-e-o-esperar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/7196312668639965380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/7196312668639965380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/05/o-mais-tenebroso-de-tudo-e-o-esperar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/ShDiVHpj9kI/AAAAAAAAAC0/Nln-cMq3r-A/s72-c/IMG_2123.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-9141080798571500970</id><published>2009-03-09T23:16:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T18:36:23.763-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Tão Veloz!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SbXXOPdZBMI/AAAAAAAAACo/IkH9dXNdfTs/s1600-h/Imagem+638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SbXXOPdZBMI/AAAAAAAAACo/IkH9dXNdfTs/s200/Imagem+638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311387975221314754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora é tão grande,&lt;br /&gt;Tão rápido!&lt;br /&gt;Tantas coisas que nem sempre fazem parte daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sentimentos rodeiam,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes repensando...&lt;br /&gt;...sobre coisas feitas,&lt;br /&gt;sobre as coisas para fazer!&lt;br /&gt;A ansiedade é tão voraz,&lt;br /&gt;Também puderas!&lt;br /&gt;Com este futuro tão próximo,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de um presente tão convidativo,&lt;br /&gt;E de um passado tão recente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nem tanto assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida dentro de um pote de vidro...&lt;br /&gt;Vendo tudo que se passa,&lt;br /&gt;Sem fazer parte necessariamente dela!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim... &lt;br /&gt;no meio de tantas coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Uma história para contar&lt;br /&gt;E sempre tendo algo de bom para se esperar...&lt;br /&gt;É...!&lt;br /&gt;Que Bom! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Eline Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-9141080798571500970?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/9141080798571500970/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mundo-tao-veloz.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/9141080798571500970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/9141080798571500970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2009/03/mundo-tao-veloz.html' title='Mundo Tão Veloz!'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SbXXOPdZBMI/AAAAAAAAACo/IkH9dXNdfTs/s72-c/Imagem+638.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-1572723422161513540</id><published>2008-12-02T02:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T02:34:25.333-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ela!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/STS6yav_FDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gPOF05XnhE8/s1600-h/Imagem+444.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/STS6yav_FDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gPOF05XnhE8/s200/Imagem+444.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275046438894507058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez eu a vi...&lt;br /&gt;Tão distante!&lt;br /&gt;Como se não soubesse do que fosse feito a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Para ela só de brincadeiras e poucas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Aprendendo desde tão cedo a viver tão duro,&lt;br /&gt;Uma menina forte desde que nasceu...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendera com seu avô!&lt;br /&gt;Um forte homem...&lt;br /&gt;Ele viveu muito e queria viver mais para saber sobre as coisas...&lt;br /&gt;Das poucas coisas que eu sei...&lt;br /&gt;Não sabendo ele que sabia tanto do Universo,&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que qualquer um!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Eline Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-1572723422161513540?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/1572723422161513540/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela_5774.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/1572723422161513540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/1572723422161513540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/12/ela_5774.html' title='Ela!'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/STS6yav_FDI/AAAAAAAAACQ/gPOF05XnhE8/s72-c/Imagem+444.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-445815463789081579</id><published>2008-11-16T18:25:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:55:34.846-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dizendo coisas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SSCB4ssGhII/AAAAAAAAAA0/EC3W-5KR3-M/s1600-h/galaxia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SSCB4ssGhII/AAAAAAAAAA0/EC3W-5KR3-M/s200/galaxia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269354375092274306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cada amanhecer uma vontade,&lt;br /&gt;A existência daquele incomodo iminente,&lt;br /&gt;Algo para ser feito e sempre dito,&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio quase completo,&lt;br /&gt;Contudo que ainda sobrevive&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Se realmente soubéssemos...&lt;br /&gt;....o que fazer e o que dizer!&lt;br /&gt;Se soubéssemos que as coisas são tão simples,&lt;br /&gt;Que elas podem ser vistas...&lt;br /&gt;Será que o que incomoda é algo que está errado?&lt;br /&gt;Contrastes visuais...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas e posses diferentes...&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não se quer vê?&lt;br /&gt;Não adianta fechar os olhos para o que sabemos que existe...&lt;br /&gt;O problema é saber como confrontar os erros,&lt;br /&gt;Caso se queira corrigi-los,&lt;br /&gt;Caso sim,&lt;br /&gt;Tem-se que descobrir como!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eline Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-445815463789081579?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/445815463789081579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/11/dizendo-coisas_16.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/445815463789081579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/445815463789081579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/11/dizendo-coisas_16.html' title='Dizendo coisas'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/SSCB4ssGhII/AAAAAAAAAA0/EC3W-5KR3-M/s72-c/galaxia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6905721804957314158.post-3394485731580838167</id><published>2008-11-16T17:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T20:20:16.128-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Green Is The Colour</title><content type='html'>Falar sobre as coisas ... aquilo que quiser ser dito a partir de qualquer sentimento, seja ele qual for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Eline Barreto&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6905721804957314158-3394485731580838167?l=sentindosentidos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/feeds/3394485731580838167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-is-colour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/3394485731580838167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6905721804957314158/posts/default/3394485731580838167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sentindosentidos.blogspot.com/2008/11/green-is-colour.html' title='Green Is The Colour'/><author><name>Eline</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15811149049925218021</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wl8dfbJuLr4/S5vwffo8C1I/AAAAAAAAAEg/SUnEGOs29SY/S220/bices+enamoradas!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
