<?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-7711681</id><updated>2011-04-22T04:01:07.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Escrevo apenas</title><subtitle type='html'>"São meus discípulos, se alguns tenho, os que estão contra mim; porque esses guardaram no fundo da alma a força que verdadeiramente me anima e que mais desejaria transmitir-lhes: 
a de se não conformarem."

Agostinho da Silva</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escrevoapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711681/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escrevoapenas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>inconformada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565400940470694862</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-7711681.post-7985576716119248166</id><published>2007-04-03T19:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T18:38:29.623Z</updated><title type='text'>Agora sim...</title><summary type='text'>"Era uma vez uma menina - somos sempre meninas aos olhos de quem nos ama... - que tinha um sonho. Ou melhor, a menina tinha muitos sonhos, um a cada 24 horas, e dias havia em que parecia ter 24 sonhos por cada hora, o que, com devem calcular, lhe criava algumas ansiedades. Mas a menina que tinha um sonho, também era muito teimosa e de vez em quando lá conseguia realizar um ou outro sonho, com </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escrevoapenas.blogspot.com/feeds/7985576716119248166/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7711681&amp;postID=7985576716119248166&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711681/posts/default/7985576716119248166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7711681/posts/default/7985576716119248166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escrevoapenas.blogspot.com/2007/04/agora-sim.html' title='Agora sim...'/><author><name>inconformada</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02565400940470694862</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yAN7pV3D0pE/RhK8zhvP9SI/AAAAAAAAAAc/XQlEfCVVoYo/s72-c/capa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
