<?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-5361671744801732182</id><updated>2011-04-29T16:51:29.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras quase ditas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361671744801732182/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>palavras quase ditas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17147380080850817389</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-5361671744801732182.post-5817875277214511513</id><published>2007-01-28T19:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-28T20:01:20.318-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O que sou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;no mundo, algo de raro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;          &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;           qual diferença haveria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;           tudo tão raro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;           é aí que cabe a euforia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;strong&gt; escrito por Alex Nunes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5361671744801732182-5817875277214511513?l=palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/feeds/5817875277214511513/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361671744801732182&amp;postID=5817875277214511513' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361671744801732182/posts/default/5817875277214511513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361671744801732182/posts/default/5817875277214511513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/2007/01/o-que-sou.html' title='O que sou'/><author><name>palavras quase ditas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17147380080850817389</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361671744801732182.post-140530661837494107</id><published>2007-01-27T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:34:11.199-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os meninos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles meninos brincam descontroladamente com o mundo.Usam o vento.Usam a grama.Usam a terra e não se sujam.Aquele de colo brinca descontroladamente com o mundo.Usa o som.Usa as feições estranhas do próprio pai.Usa as cores e os beijos e a tudo ama.Quem irá retornar à brincadeira?Quem usará a companhia da mãe?Quem usará os sorrisos dos amigos?Quem usará o vento e o som que chora e as cores que riem e as palavras que rimem e as mãos que acariciam e os olhares que cortam ou rasgam ou furam ou massageiam ou conduzem ou abraçam e os aromas que serpenteiam e os gestos para definir um momento?Quem encontrará prazer nas coisas simples, nas dores e nas torturas?Quem encontrará prazer na insônia e na espera e na angústia e na solidão e na desventura e na decepção?Em quem transbordará libido num simples oi ou numa maneira de andar?Há alguém capaz de se envergonhar de propósito?De entrar num labirinto só para se perder e não para encontrar a saída?Afortunado é aquele que encontra beleza em tudo isso.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;  escrito por Alex Nunes&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/5361671744801732182-140530661837494107?l=palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/feeds/140530661837494107/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5361671744801732182&amp;postID=140530661837494107' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361671744801732182/posts/default/140530661837494107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5361671744801732182/posts/default/140530661837494107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://palavrasquaseditas.blogspot.com/2007/01/os-meninos.html' title='Os meninos'/><author><name>palavras quase ditas</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17147380080850817389</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5361671744801732182.post-55017056032006703</id><published>2007-01-25T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T21:41:52.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lenço de bar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;[numa mesa rapazes safados seguros secam e molham: fumam e bebem. a ti sopro fumaça de pensamentos. ela se enovela no lento ar qual alvéolos de pulmões sujos sendo seca sede de si mesma. pensamentos que flutuam são sujos e vão com o ar turvo pra bem longe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;as cabeças tremulam dentre palavras sinceras que percorrem o interior da amizade que junta jeitos e gestos insolentes para a nostalgia infinita - somos nós que novamente nos encontramos e não resistimos - tinha de ser no fogo e no líquido da geração molhada de cachaça e seca de cigarro, mas chega de tosse escarro cuspe e gosto do que foi, aí vem o que há do que há de vir, revés do que passou irá se repetir numa delícia de uma segunda leitura]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt; 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