<?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-6715659802676661155</id><updated>2011-09-28T15:07:13.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensando &amp; Escrevendo</title><subtitle type='html'>[...] Veja com lentes de aumento aquilo que realmente toca o seu coração. Vá além do que as palavras dizem. Faça mais do que os outros esperam de você, faça aquilo que você ama fazer. Enxergue além do que os olhos podem ver.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-1074542419267363699</id><published>2011-09-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-17T08:51:16.174-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Narongas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah-nwvXq9gA/TnS_a6T8MMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m4s4Rcwg2Dg/s1600/Narongas%2B2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah-nwvXq9gA/TnS_a6T8MMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m4s4Rcwg2Dg/s320/Narongas%2B2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653353901307211970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;As mesmas lembranças que me alegram são as que hoje fazem o meu coração bater apertado. E eu só sei que sinto falta. Sinto falta das reuniões, das conversas, das trelas. Sinto falta de ver o dia amanhecer ouvindo SOAD, Beatles e KT Tunstall. Sinto falta dos churrascos, do truco, do pôquer. Sinto falta das músicas improvisadas, das historias que contávamos, das crises de risos. Sinto falta das companhias, dos conselhos e de todos os momentos que compartilhamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Eu só sei que sinto falta. Muita falta. Tanto que chega a doer. É um misto de tristeza e alegria. Uma angústia por não saber quando estaremos todos juntos de novo. E isso me faz pensar que viver talvez seja perder pessoas. Elas chegam, nos fazem felizes e se vão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;  Estou vendo cada um seguir o seu rumo e espero que algum dia a gente se encontre de novo. Todos juntos, como foi um dia. Amo vocês meus amigos e não me envergonho por isso.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Narongas Sempre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;{Iury, Lucas, Pedro, Renato, Alan, Marcelo e Luiz Fernando}&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-1074542419267363699?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/1074542419267363699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/09/narongas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/1074542419267363699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/1074542419267363699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/09/narongas.html' title='&apos;Narongas'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ah-nwvXq9gA/TnS_a6T8MMI/AAAAAAAAAFc/m4s4Rcwg2Dg/s72-c/Narongas%2B2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-3890618232632021288</id><published>2011-04-09T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T16:41:04.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Apenas o Começo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15gOf-4qTck/TaDqDPfWwII/AAAAAAAAAEw/gDN8F8ke2Zw/s1600/novo%2Bamor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593728078612709506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15gOf-4qTck/TaDqDPfWwII/AAAAAAAAAEw/gDN8F8ke2Zw/s320/novo%2Bamor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;[...] E então é assim que acontece. A gente vive procurando em todos os lugares a nossa outra metade, buscando nas pessoas erradas o sorriso que vai iluminar os nossos dias, vivendo inúmeros desencontros. Até que uma hora a gente cansa. Cansa de procurar desesperadamente, de amar loucamente quem não merece, cansa de ver sentimento aonde nunca existiu e é quando a gente para de buscar que a gente finalmente encontra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Aí da vontade de negar, de não se entregar, de fingir que não tem nada acontecendo. Começamos a sentir medo do novo, do pensamento que voa longe para encontrar quem tanto queremos, do coração que dispara com a possibilidade de uma nova paixão. Mas é tão claro quanto uma manhã de sol os sintomas de quem está apaixonado e não há mais nada pra fazer além de viver as incertezas de um novo amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Sabe... São muitas as dúvidas e poucas as garantias, trata-se de um jogo onde é preciso arriscar e se vamos ter a sorte de de ganhar ou não só o tempo poderá responder. Eu não sei quanto tempo vai durar. Eu não sei se você é o homem da minha vida. Eu não sei se vale a pena insistir e investir nesse sentimento. Eu não sei se vou sofrer. Eu não sei se vou chorar. Eu não sei se vou me arrepender.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cccccc;"&gt;Mas eu sei que eu quero tentar. Eu sei que eu quero que seja ''eterno enquanto dure''. Eu sei que eu quero me aconchegar em teus braços. Quero sentir os seus lábios nos meus. Quero acordar e ver você ao meu lado. Quero cada instante de alegria que eu puder ter com você. Quero viver esse começo sem nunca chegar ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-3890618232632021288?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/3890618232632021288/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/04/apenas-o-comeco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3890618232632021288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3890618232632021288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/04/apenas-o-comeco.html' title='&apos;Apenas o Começo'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-15gOf-4qTck/TaDqDPfWwII/AAAAAAAAAEw/gDN8F8ke2Zw/s72-c/novo%2Bamor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-1143042740073335961</id><published>2011-02-16T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-16T08:00:21.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>[...] Última Conversa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m__WZ0cJn_Q/TVvxD3-RDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AY0J4Mm_UCY/s1600/distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m__WZ0cJn_Q/TVvxD3-RDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AY0J4Mm_UCY/s320/distancia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574314012668137170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; [...] Você estava deitado em sua cama e eu me aproximei sem graça e tímido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Esperei alguns segundos até finalmente criar coragem para falar com você. E então eu perguntei:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Por que você me deixou ficar longe de você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  E você me respondeu:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;- Eu disse que quando você quisesse se afastar de mim você conseguiria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;  Acho que essa foi uma de nossas últimas conversas. Você parece estar tão bem sem mim. Mas eu ainda sinto sua falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-1143042740073335961?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/1143042740073335961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/02/ultima-conversa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/1143042740073335961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/1143042740073335961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/02/ultima-conversa.html' title='[...] Última Conversa'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m__WZ0cJn_Q/TVvxD3-RDtI/AAAAAAAAAEo/AY0J4Mm_UCY/s72-c/distancia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-2185946533020385222</id><published>2011-02-09T11:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T11:46:08.673-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Não Era Para Ser Assim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Rápidas são as suas mentiras ao atravessarem as minhas verdades sem dó nem piedade. Falsas foram as suas promessas de que nunca iria desistir. Suas palavras estão repletas de julgamentos e eu sinto o veneno escorrer em suas "preocupações". Você busca um caminho de santidade, mas nem ao menos sabe respeitar as outras pessoas. É isso o que significa mudança para você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  O mesmo destino que une é aquele que separa e aquilo que um dia nos aproximou hoje é o motivo da nossa distância. Dessa maldita distância que dilacera a minha alma e que faz doer em mim uma ferida que não quer cicatrizar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Nos encarregamos de cavar um abismo entre nós e mesmo que eu tente negar, as minhas mãos estão sujas de terra, a mesma terra que você insiste em limpar em suas roupas para fingir que também não possui culpa pelo o que aconteceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Somos dois idiotas brigando para ver quem tem razão. Duas crianças mimadas que preferem ficar de castigo do que ter que dividir o seu melhor brinquedo. Éramos uma única alma dentro de dois corpos e hoje eu sou apenas o vazio que você deixou em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;  Talvez um dia os nossos mundos voltem a se encontrar para que possamos novamente sorrir o mesmo sorriso, mas enquanto isso não acontece eu só queria que você soubesse que sinto sua falta, meu amigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-2185946533020385222?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/2185946533020385222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-era-para-ser-assim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2185946533020385222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2185946533020385222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-era-para-ser-assim.html' title='&apos;Não Era Para Ser Assim...'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-3216159756328718924</id><published>2011-01-17T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T13:55:41.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraqueza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TTS6vI8UQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gg_DphPWJ7A/s1600/fraco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563276758726493090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TTS6vI8UQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gg_DphPWJ7A/s320/fraco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;[...] Enquanto isso eu fico aqui esperando que algo aconteça. Algo que me resgate dessa casa de duvidas e incertezas. Algo que aponte uma direção. Algo que me diga o que fazer. Algo que me convença a seguir essa direção e a fazer o que é correto. Os dias estão passando lentamente, mas ainda assim estão passando. Eles não esperam que eu conserte o que estraguei para então poder caminhar novamente. Ou eu fico parado no tempo ou eu continuo essa caminhada com a mente em pedaços e muitos erros na bagagem. [...] Sei qual é o caminho “certo” a seguir, mas já não sei se eu quero segui-lo. E então eu fico aqui, dizendo que não tenho mais forças para continuar, mesmo sabendo que isso é só mais uma das minhas desculpas. Mais uma das mentiras que eu me obrigo a acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-3216159756328718924?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/3216159756328718924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/01/fraqueza.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3216159756328718924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3216159756328718924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2011/01/fraqueza.html' title='Fraqueza'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TTS6vI8UQ6I/AAAAAAAAAEY/Gg_DphPWJ7A/s72-c/fraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-3331952380415993086</id><published>2010-11-28T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:19:17.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alcuni errori</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[...] Resolvi colocar a minha vida em uma balança. De um lado os acertos e do outro os erros. E como se o tempo estivesse em câmera lenta, eu vi o lado onde estava os erros descer pouco a pouco, pesando sempre mais, fazendo com que a culpa me atingisse tão rápido quanto uma flecha, tirando assim o último suspiro de paz que ainda havia em mim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-3331952380415993086?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/3331952380415993086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/alcuni-errori.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3331952380415993086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/3331952380415993086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/alcuni-errori.html' title='Alcuni errori'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-2415582740525273883</id><published>2010-11-28T19:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:09:06.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Preto'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPMkJGXVfwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zQyxYo6R3TU/s1600/Amigos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPMkJGXVfwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zQyxYo6R3TU/s320/Amigos.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544815304969125634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Nos caminhos tortuosos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que involuntariamente escolhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Com você me deparei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E inesperadamente percebi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que um amigo não é humano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É um dos anjos de Deus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;É um mundo de sorrisos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que a vida me concedeu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Você é aquele que admiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que sempre me diz 'eu te avisei'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Que me abraça quando preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;E que por sorte eu encontrei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Talvez um dia você vá embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Sem se despedir ou avisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Mas se for prometa que volta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Pois, meu amigo, vou te esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-2415582740525273883?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/2415582740525273883/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/preto.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2415582740525273883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2415582740525273883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/preto.html' title='&apos;Preto&apos;'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPMkJGXVfwI/AAAAAAAAAEM/zQyxYo6R3TU/s72-c/Amigos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6715659802676661155.post-2780549654367650151</id><published>2010-11-27T15:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-27T15:46:24.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homem De Lata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPGV7WZRTJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3IcXG401qVQ/s1600/homem-de-lata.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPGV7WZRTJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3IcXG401qVQ/s320/homem-de-lata.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544377463126183058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hoje ele acordou sem coração. Sentiu que estava melhor do que nunca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E teve vontade. Vontade... De...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[...] Rir, sorrir, gargalhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Do mundo [falso] que o cerca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Das mentiras [sedutoras] que lhe contam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Das promessas [vãs] que não se cumprem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E do Pra-Sempre [que sempre acaba].&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A dor angustiante expirou. Tinha prazo de validade e por isso foi-se embora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Assim como o seu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Agora era só se divertir e aproveitar a calmaria de não ter com o que se preocupar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem lembranças infelizes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem castelos de areia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem culpa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Sem erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Todos os sentimentos lavados pela chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Levados para a rua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;O medo, a dor, o arrependimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E as lágrimas, enfim, cessaram, findaram, esgotaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Restando apenas o vazio em seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;[...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;É... Nada é perfeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E ele se contentou com as vantagens de não se ter um coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6715659802676661155-2780549654367650151?l=lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/feeds/2780549654367650151/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/homem-de-lata_27.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2780549654367650151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6715659802676661155/posts/default/2780549654367650151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lentesdeaumento.blogspot.com/2010/11/homem-de-lata_27.html' title='Homem De Lata'/><author><name>José Lourenço</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01950527175994297531</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7HUZxsZobxQ/Tb6saboeQkI/AAAAAAAAAE4/F0DwQVKjnkY/s220/JoS%25C3%25A9%2BLoUrEn%25C3%2587o%2527.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kdMFKaKNoso/TPGV7WZRTJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/3IcXG401qVQ/s72-c/homem-de-lata.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
