<?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-1789218456049643293</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:16:50.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>warm september</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmseptember.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1789218456049643293/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://warmseptember.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Guilherme Pichinine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11305508218739516358</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1789218456049643293.post-1614932210748542541</id><published>2008-09-20T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-20T19:26:34.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a pele e outros panos</title><content type='html'>vem você me dizer, de um jeito que é quase rir&lt;br /&gt;me contar de novo os segredos de alguém&lt;br /&gt;se as teorias que jamais foram minhas&lt;br /&gt;fossem então, e brotassem nas costas das mãos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para cada gosto que senti,&lt;br /&gt;uma mensagem de sal&lt;br /&gt;contando com o medo dos outros&lt;br /&gt;onde gagueja o teu sono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas vai, não fosse assim de novo&lt;br /&gt;se vai, não fosse assim jamais&lt;br /&gt;sem cor, a pele e outros panos&lt;br /&gt;em vapor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1789218456049643293-1614932210748542541?l=warmseptember.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://warmseptember.blogspot.com/feeds/1614932210748542541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1789218456049643293&amp;postID=1614932210748542541' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;com o mar aos pés&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e pensar em ser&lt;br /&gt;o tempo longe aqui&lt;br /&gt;pra ver crescer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra amanhã ficar&lt;br /&gt;e o escuro logo ali&lt;br /&gt;quem sabe ver?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;te beijo com o queixo&lt;br /&gt;por preguiça de falar&lt;br /&gt;que cada noite morre aqui&lt;br /&gt;se espero é por vontade&lt;br /&gt;sem esforço imaginar&lt;br /&gt;o barulho no fogão&lt;br /&gt;e as louças pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me espreito aos ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;pela sorte de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;assim, tão natural&lt;br /&gt;e areia no meu tênis&lt;br /&gt;que arranja sem sujar&lt;br /&gt;sua respiração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;that's all surrounded by&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&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/1789218456049643293-1884463734128488740?l=warmseptember.blogspot.com' alt='' 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