<?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-1152077060466412837</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:11:13.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem limites.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152077060466412837/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>desequilibrio gabizional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015793303641763309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5W1gg5psbZM/SKueija3dBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/epkLn-yXeAE/S220/cytuj.jpg'/></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-1152077060466412837.post-7167266661805926562</id><published>2008-08-21T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:17:08.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Expectations.</title><content type='html'>Como é não sentir nada Gabriela?&lt;br /&gt;Suponha que exista uma garotinha que desde pequena, muito pequena foi ensinada a ter medo, a temer o sol, pois ele a machucaria, que era seu inimigo e a magoaria. Então um dia você convida ela para ir brincar no parque e ela não vai. Você não pode ficar zangado com ela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152077060466412837-7167266661805926562?l=desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152077060466412837/posts/default/7167266661805926562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152077060466412837/posts/default/7167266661805926562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com/2008/08/great-expectations.html' title='Great Expectations.'/><author><name>desequilibrio gabizional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015793303641763309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5W1gg5psbZM/SKueija3dBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/epkLn-yXeAE/S220/cytuj.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1152077060466412837.post-3151821939267519408</id><published>2008-08-19T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:41:05.374-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How much is real?</title><content type='html'>Tempo não passa toda vez que me encontro nesse lugar,&lt;br /&gt;estático, parado, conclusão não tão simples,&lt;br /&gt;mas necessária quendo me perco no reflexo do teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir da realidade é mais fácil, quando decido que estou&lt;br /&gt;insatisfeita perto de vc.&lt;br /&gt;Há algo faltando e três caminhos a seguir,&lt;br /&gt;o dele, o dela e o meu.&lt;br /&gt;O certo, o errado e o justo.&lt;br /&gt;Enrole sua alma no meu pescoço,&lt;br /&gt;sufoque-me com o que vc é,&lt;br /&gt;não há mais nada para perder ou hanhar.&lt;br /&gt;Arranque toda minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;dobre-me, quebre-me, excite-me&lt;br /&gt;e desapareça assim que meu prazer cessar.&lt;br /&gt;Sirva-me com sua dor, me dê seus demônios&lt;br /&gt;é assim que vc pode matar minha sede.&lt;br /&gt;E quando não restar mais nada a me oferecer, morra!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1152077060466412837-3151821939267519408?l=desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152077060466412837/posts/default/3151821939267519408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1152077060466412837/posts/default/3151821939267519408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desequilibriogabizional.blogspot.com/2008/08/how-much-is-real.html' title='How much is real?'/><author><name>desequilibrio gabizional</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15015793303641763309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5W1gg5psbZM/SKueija3dBI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/epkLn-yXeAE/S220/cytuj.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
