<?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-5073984148342884033</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:24:31.599-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mostra o que tens, Poemas, Histórias, Criticas Etc, Manda vir :D</title><subtitle type='html'>Variados Temas assim intitulado, eis o blog de opiniao, critica, exposiçao de trabalhos pessoais...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Piorraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08236603487871425663</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>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5073984148342884033.post-1574604665141408610</id><published>2009-04-01T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:52:02.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos  ! By:Anti_Virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Após o desabamento&lt;br /&gt;O mundo já mais melhorará&lt;br /&gt;Pois a falta que me fazes&lt;br /&gt;È maior que a alegria que me dás&lt;br /&gt;Sofro o que imaginário é&lt;br /&gt;Esperando a retoma de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Amar-te-ei até morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, imaginável&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, impersebivel&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, impossível&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, mágico&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, intenso&lt;br /&gt;Por um todo, amoroso&lt;br /&gt;Que se solta em ti&lt;br /&gt;E emperra levemente na alma.&lt;br /&gt;Se do escuro do dia clareasse&lt;br /&gt;Se do nublado do céu desaparece-se&lt;br /&gt;Se do salgado do mar extinguisse-se&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que te dava era essencial&lt;br /&gt;Ao que necessitas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante de mim, observo-me&lt;br /&gt;Relatos abundantes, monótonos e insignificantes&lt;br /&gt;Pairam em meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Dos ventos selvagens&lt;br /&gt;Às origens das gentes&lt;br /&gt;Perdo quem o fez&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Fonte de Inspiraçao: Cutxi )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073984148342884033-1574604665141408610?l=quesepassou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/feeds/1574604665141408610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073984148342884033&amp;postID=1574604665141408610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/1574604665141408610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/1574604665141408610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentimentos-byantivirus.html' title='Sentimentos  ! By:Anti_Virus'/><author><name>Piorraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08236603487871425663</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-5073984148342884033.post-7204851253402102361</id><published>2009-04-01T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:48:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria &amp; Elisabete  _ By:PiorraZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Per Amigalaz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Adoráveis, meigas e queridas&lt;br /&gt;Tão sempre onde é preciso&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso tamanho do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;Pois pessoas como vocês não há&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas especiais todos têm&lt;br /&gt;Algumas de fachada&lt;br /&gt;Outras de suor&lt;br /&gt;Como elas não encontro&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado amigas minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;(Maria Medeiros &amp;amp; Elisabete Ferreira)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073984148342884033-7204851253402102361?l=quesepassou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/feeds/7204851253402102361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073984148342884033&amp;postID=7204851253402102361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/7204851253402102361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/7204851253402102361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/2009/04/maria-elisabete-bypiorraz.html' title='Maria &amp; Elisabete  _ By:PiorraZ'/><author><name>Piorraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08236603487871425663</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-5073984148342884033.post-4319872083981298207</id><published>2009-04-01T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:47:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenny &amp; Mónica  _  By: PiorraZ</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Para: J &amp;amp; M&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Seres no plural&lt;br /&gt;Com atitudes fora do normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pitchenas&lt;/span&gt; de chatas&lt;br /&gt;Mas razões têm sempre&lt;br /&gt;Mal fico em me ir…&lt;br /&gt;Contento ficarei se ficar&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho tenho em nunca as deixar&lt;br /&gt;Apesar da distancia&lt;br /&gt;Saudade a aumentar&lt;br /&gt;Mas de que mais verdadeiro é&lt;br /&gt;Não me vai faltar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Jenny &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Linhares&lt;/span&gt; &amp;amp; Mónica &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Linhares&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073984148342884033-4319872083981298207?l=quesepassou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/feeds/4319872083981298207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073984148342884033&amp;postID=4319872083981298207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/4319872083981298207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/4319872083981298207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-pessoas-especiais-s2-bycarlos.html' title='Jenny &amp; Mónica  _  By: PiorraZ'/><author><name>Piorraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08236603487871425663</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-5073984148342884033.post-5345460347773294543</id><published>2009-04-01T14:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T14:34:28.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poemas que nunca escrevi, 2009 by:Anti_Virus</title><content type='html'>Bato à Porta da Porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;Abre-me a Porta uma tal de Beta:&lt;br /&gt;- Sim? - Bom dia, minha senhora.&lt;br /&gt;É aqui que a dilecta mora?&lt;br /&gt;-É, sim senhor… e namora!&lt;br /&gt;- Com licença, vou-me embora.&lt;br /&gt;Desço a rua pensativa&lt;br /&gt;Das esperanças vividas,&lt;br /&gt;Sofre assim, sofre assado.&lt;br /&gt;Algo meu que está desgraçado.&lt;br /&gt;Volto apressado…&lt;br /&gt;Bato à porta da Porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;Abre-me a Porta uma tal de Beta.&lt;br /&gt;- Sim? - Bom dia, minha senhora.&lt;br /&gt;É agora que vejo minha aurora.&lt;br /&gt;- Desculpe, está enganado.&lt;br /&gt;- Pois, essa senhora… já namora.&lt;br /&gt;Quero vê-la nessa hora,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero que seja agora.&lt;br /&gt;Com sua licença, abra a Porta.&lt;br /&gt;Entro na porta da Porta aberta,&lt;br /&gt;Abriu-me uma tal de Beta.&lt;br /&gt;Sentado, na sala, espero…&lt;br /&gt;Após ensejos, embora fui.&lt;br /&gt;Desço a rua pensativa&lt;br /&gt;Das esperanças vividas.&lt;br /&gt;Sofre assim, sofre assado&lt;br /&gt;De um amor que por mim nunca acabado.&lt;br /&gt;Anti_Virus, em Poemas que nunca escrevi, 2009&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5073984148342884033-5345460347773294543?l=quesepassou.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/feeds/5345460347773294543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5073984148342884033&amp;postID=5345460347773294543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/5345460347773294543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5073984148342884033/posts/default/5345460347773294543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://quesepassou.blogspot.com/2009/04/poemas-subterrados-d.html' title='Poemas que nunca escrevi, 2009 by:Anti_Virus'/><author><name>Piorraz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08236603487871425663</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>
