<?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-4665603744543184280</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:14:11.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>travesseiro voador</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travesseirovoador.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4665603744543184280/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travesseirovoador.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>travesseiro 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compartilhar a solidãotem que se dar, se perder, se acharflutuar no chãoombros nos ombros com a loucuraolhos nos olhos com a razãotudo é permitido, nada é brega, banal, em vãotudo faz sentido, tudo é luznessa escuridãopra se viver um grande amortem que ter pulso firmesangue no coraçãoser sempre adolescentefazer tudo com paixão.cleber cajun&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4665603744543184280-8169437273002512255?l=travesseirovoador.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travesseirovoador.blogspot.com/feeds/8169437273002512255/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://travesseirovoador.blogspot.com/2009/09/pra-se-viver-um-grande-amor-pra-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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