<?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-4931057582123127497</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:47:45.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Minhas desequilibradas palavras são o luxo do meu silêncio.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudoaoinverso.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931057582123127497/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudoaoinverso.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Um alguém no mundo, um ninguém.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817617633790409633</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4931057582123127497.post-1136006977738650012</id><published>2009-01-11T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:18:48.980-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzRxf41BHE/SWqZ3Ntf7RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rp_96Em02G0/s1600-h/Imagem+2692.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 138px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzRxf41BHE/SWqZ3Ntf7RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rp_96Em02G0/s320/Imagem+2692.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290209886152420626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando não se tem sustento, no que se deve apoiar? Mentiras inventadas por um coração confuso, para lhe acalmar. Desaprovações, negligências, uma desorganização profunda, que porém arrematem a minha dor com todas as forças possíveis e arranquem de mim o que me machuca. Porque vou seguir as vozes da minha luz, e que dessa escolha eu esteja certa, para que esse desespero e solidão que se instalou em mim suma. E aquele vazio? Constante dentro de uma fria e gélida bolha, meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando a gente perde o rumo e chuta para todos os lados, sem deixar chances para a felicidade própria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4931057582123127497-1136006977738650012?l=tudoaoinverso.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931057582123127497/posts/default/1136006977738650012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4931057582123127497/posts/default/1136006977738650012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudoaoinverso.blogspot.com/2009/01/quando-no-se-tem-sustento-no-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Um alguém no mundo, um ninguém.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17817617633790409633</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FjzRxf41BHE/SWqZ3Ntf7RI/AAAAAAAAAEo/rp_96Em02G0/s72-c/Imagem+2692.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
