<?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-6117074341331507884</id><updated>2011-10-01T17:51:59.602+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrita sem Sentido</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117074341331507884/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aninháaw´</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183898830159746533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TPfw9U6iWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JGI-tZGWNk/S220/2nc020j.jpg.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117074341331507884.post-5540868823329279821</id><published>2010-07-26T23:31:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T22:36:38.107+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.Como uma estrela.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LOeDL3oK0U&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2LOeDL3oK0U&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1?rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=FFFF00%20&amp;amp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TE9RPT68wzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0YdIw6qraEc/s1600/filipa-mateus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TE9RPT68wzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0YdIw6qraEc/s320/filipa-mateus2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498702993530078002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brilhavas e eu sempre acreditei no teu brilho.&lt;br /&gt;A tua felicidade era a minha felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;A tua tristeza era a minha tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos sorriam-mos e juntos choravam-mos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas valeu a pena tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Toda esta felicidade que se transformou em tristeza no momento em que a tua ausência perturbou o meu espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre acreditei que a tua ausência não me afectaria.&lt;br /&gt;Seria uma escolha tua e não minha.&lt;br /&gt;Eu aprendi a viver com ela, apesar de a cada dia ser pior.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo ainda não mudou porque o sentimento permanece, como &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;sempre&lt;/span&gt; permaneceu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo mudará em breve, eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas entretanto, tu serás para mim como uma estrela, que apesar de inanimada, ainda brilha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117074341331507884-5540868823329279821?l=escritasmsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/5540868823329279821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-uma-estrela.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117074341331507884/posts/default/5540868823329279821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117074341331507884/posts/default/5540868823329279821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/2010/07/como-uma-estrela.html' title='.Como uma estrela.'/><author><name>aninháaw´</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183898830159746533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TPfw9U6iWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JGI-tZGWNk/S220/2nc020j.jpg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TE9RPT68wzI/AAAAAAAAAFM/0YdIw6qraEc/s72-c/filipa-mateus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6117074341331507884.post-6261433785043422443</id><published>2010-07-17T23:11:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T23:13:34.031+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.Sentimento.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghql15DhgaE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ghql15DhgaE&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0xcc2550&amp;amp;color2=0xe87a9f" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="200" height="25"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TEIq24qV2EI/AAAAAAAAABA/y1gn2DmGDWc/s1600/tristeza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TEIq24qV2EI/AAAAAAAAABA/y1gn2DmGDWc/s320/tristeza.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495001617756706882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passou um minuto, uma hora, um dia, um mês.&lt;br /&gt;Sem uma palavra nem um murmúrio.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela ausência constante que me deixava em baixo.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as noites as recordações aparecem como se fosse o destino que as comandasse e o escuro as embalasse.&lt;br /&gt;A cada minuto que passava era uma lágrima que caia.&lt;br /&gt;Cada lágrima seguia o seu trajecto.&lt;br /&gt;Um trajecto pequeno mas momentâneo.&lt;br /&gt;Um novo mundo, uma nova realidade. Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;A saudade apertou e continua a apertar, como se não existisse mais nada além dela.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me injusta ao saber a verdadeira realidade, coisa que não queria acreditar. Talvez devido aos pensamentos que criei anteriormente. Talvez sim. Talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;Receio sempre quando o dia acaba. &lt;br /&gt;Receio a escuridão que se apodera de mim à noite.&lt;br /&gt;Receio que ela chegue e nunca mais parta.&lt;br /&gt;Receio que nunca voltes ou quando regressares eu já não me encontre aqui, como hoje, à tua espera.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui. Preciso de ti aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, como nunca antes precisei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6117074341331507884-6261433785043422443?l=escritasmsentido.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/feeds/6261433785043422443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimento.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117074341331507884/posts/default/6261433785043422443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6117074341331507884/posts/default/6261433785043422443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escritasmsentido.blogspot.com/2010/07/sentimento.html' title='.Sentimento.'/><author><name>aninháaw´</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13183898830159746533</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TPfw9U6iWWI/AAAAAAAAAFc/-JGI-tZGWNk/S220/2nc020j.jpg.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KG2fzEZRiiQ/TEIq24qV2EI/AAAAAAAAABA/y1gn2DmGDWc/s72-c/tristeza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
