<?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-3384506578418871913</id><updated>2011-07-16T07:17:56.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentativas</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385046504435565706</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384506578418871913.post-2757298309563906504</id><published>2011-07-16T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:17:56.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Não sei o que estou sentindo, sei que é forte mas não sei o que é, estou com medo, medo do que sinto, medo de que você não sinta o mesmo por mim, medo de que isso seja mentira, não tenho esperanças, gostaria de ter mas não tenho, nada nunca da certo, minha historia nunca teve um final feliz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Te amo, não sei como &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;nem porque, só queria te falar isso, mas não da, o destino não está ao nosso favor, no inicio pensei que estava, agora não penso assim, pois se estivesse você já estaria aqui ao meu lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384506578418871913-2757298309563906504?l=tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/2757298309563906504/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo-sei-que-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/2757298309563906504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/2757298309563906504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/nao-sei-o-que-estou-sentindo-sei-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385046504435565706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384506578418871913.post-5365016401351055093</id><published>2011-07-16T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T07:16:17.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"&gt;Em um dia caótico de longas e intermináveis tempestades, vejo em uma poça meu corpo ensanguentado, as feridas representam os pecados que cometi e as gotas de sangue representam os dias que passarei no mundo das trevas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384506578418871913-5365016401351055093?l=tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/5365016401351055093/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/em-um-dia-caotico-de-longas-e.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/5365016401351055093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/5365016401351055093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/em-um-dia-caotico-de-longas-e.html' title=''/><author><name>lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385046504435565706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3384506578418871913.post-6551806082069063623</id><published>2011-07-14T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-14T19:23:43.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ela era uma garota relativamente diferente das outras de sua idade, nunca foi muito popular na escola, nem com amigos e muito menos com garotos. Tinha um gosto incomum pelo sobrenatural e isso fazia dela uma pessoa estranha aos olhos dos outros.&lt;br /&gt;Sua rotina era basicamente ir a escola pela manhã, estudar em casa no período da tarde e a noite passar um longo tempo sentada na frente do computador como qualquer outra adolescente.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Por ter sido reprovada, seus pais resolveram muda-la&amp;nbsp; de escola contra sua vontade, colocaram-na na escola de melhor ensino da cidade mas as pessoas de lá não eram muito bem o tipo de pessoa que ela costumava se relacionar.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Muito a contra gosto foi para sua nova escola em seu primeiro dia de aula. Assim como já era de costume se sentou nos fundos da sala. Os olhares se voltaram para ela, muitos demonstrando reprovação e alguns duvida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;u style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;CONTINUA...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3384506578418871913-6551806082069063623?l=tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/feeds/6551806082069063623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-era-uma-garota-relativamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/6551806082069063623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3384506578418871913/posts/default/6551806082069063623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tentativasdeescrita.blogspot.com/2011/07/ela-era-uma-garota-relativamente.html' title=''/><author><name>lioncourt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05385046504435565706</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
