<?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-742892641569505561</id><updated>2011-07-30T21:34:01.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PALAVRAS AO VENTO...</title><subtitle type='html'>VIDA LOUCA VIDA BREVE...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742892641569505561.post-5146234307326779678</id><published>2009-07-18T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T18:39:35.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UM ESTRANHO NO FUTURO</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359978719106650146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 145px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/SmJ4PyQBUCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y6bqd_rpj_w/s200/277024.jpg" border="0" /&gt;
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&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;SENTADO EM UMA PRAÇA ELE OBSERVA AO SEU REDOR.
O JARDINEIRO REGA PLANTAS ARTIFICIAIS COM REGADOR DE PLÁSTICO.
A MÃE PASSEIA EM VOLTA DO LAGO ARTIFICIAL COM FILHOS PERFEITOS, ESTES FORAM FEITOS EM LABORATÓRIO
MIRA UM GAROTO MUITO FELIZ, ALEGRIA GERADA POR DROGA SINTÉTICA.
O RAPAZ PEDE UM SANDUÍCHE, LOGO RECEBE UM CÁPSULA, SENTINDO-SE SATISFEITO COM UM ALIMENTO GENÉRICO.
A BELA "JOVEM" DE MEIO SÉCULO DESFILA UM CORPO EXUBERANTE, GRANDE PARTE DELE É SILICONADO.
A MAGIA DO SORRISO TAMBÉM É ARTIFICIAL, UM CARO ODONTÓLOGO O DEIXOU TÃO ENCANTADOR.
PARA O NAMORO NÃO EXISTE CONTATO, DECLARAÇÕES DE AMOR É FEITA VIRTUALMENTE Á UM ESTRANHO.
NO CÉU NÃO HÁ PÁSSAROS, NÃO EXISTE ESPAÇO PARA ELES, O CÉU FOI TOMADO POR UM TRÂNSITO E NUVENS NEGRAS.
EMBORA COM TANTAS MUDANÇAS OCORRIDAS, ELE OBSERVA QUE MUITAS COISAS &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PERMANECEM IGUAIS.
O IDOSO MENDIGA PARA MITIGAR SUA FOME.
A CRIANÇA PERMANECE NA RUA, TENDO A CALÇADA COM BERÇO.
POLÍTICOS ADMINISTRAM SEUS PRÓPRIOS INTERESSES, SIMULANDO GERIR INTERESSES ALHEIOS.
PESSOAS IMERSAS EM ARROGÂNCIA ESPERAM UM POUCO DE ATENÇÃO.
OS SENTIMENTOS SÃO PSEUDOS.
COMO ENTENDER A ANTÍTESE DA TRANSFORMAÇÃO?
ELE NÃO COMPREENDIA...
NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO UMA NATUREZA ARTIFICIAL, NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO A PERFEIÇÃO, NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO A FELICIDADE EFÉMERA, NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO SATISFAÇÃO GENÉRICA, NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO AMOR TELEPÁTICO, NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO O FIRMAMENTO DE NUVENS SOMBRIAS!!
NÃO FAZIA SENTIDO O PARADOXO DE HOMENS DESUMANOS, NEM NO PRETÉRITO, TÃO POUCO NO FUTURO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742892641569505561-5146234307326779678?l=momentosperenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5146234307326779678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-estranho-no-futuro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/5146234307326779678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/5146234307326779678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/07/um-estranho-no-futuro.html' title='UM ESTRANHO NO FUTURO'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/SmJ4PyQBUCI/AAAAAAAAAEE/Y6bqd_rpj_w/s72-c/277024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742892641569505561.post-8382558594073298570</id><published>2009-06-18T16:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T11:55:41.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+ UMA NOITE</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sj0wFuooUBI/AAAAAAAAABk/KIYG4HEO5pQ/s1600-h/24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 688px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349484807361941522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sj0wFuooUBI/AAAAAAAAABk/KIYG4HEO5pQ/s320/24.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;MAIS UMA NOITE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;NESSA NOITE, TODOS ESTÃO SE PREPARANDO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A GAROTA, FAZ TUDO QUE ESTÁ AO SEU ALCANCE PARA SER A MAIS BELA DA NOITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;CAPRICHA NA ROUPA,CABELO,UNHAS, A MAQUIAGEM TEM QUE ESTÁ IMPECÁVEL. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AQUELE OLHAR SEDUTOR PODE SE CONSEGUIR COM UM POUCO DE : LÁPIS, RÍMEL NA BOCA; APENAS UM GLOSS PARA NÃO PESAR NA PRODUÇÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O GAROTO, ESTE ENCONTRA FACILIDADES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A META DA NOITE É ENCONTRAR ALGUÉM PARA MITIGAR A SOLIDÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ENTÃO, TOMA UM BANHO, COLOCA UMA ROUPA DESCOLADA, PENTEIA O CABELO, PASSA UM PERFUME.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TUDO PRONTO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;NESSA NOITE SAEM DE CASA Á PROCURA DE: EXIBIÇÃO, COMPANHIA, PRAZER, DIVERSÃO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;CHEGAM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A MÚSICA EBALA CORPOS FRENÉTICOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A GAROTA DESFILA SUA BELEZA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O GAROTO PROCURA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;MIRA A GAROTA, TENTA UMA APROXIMAÇÃO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;MAS ESTA," NÃO DÁ BOLA", JOGA O CABELO DE UM LADO PARA O OUTRO, SORRIR COMO SE ACABASSE DE OUVIR A MAIS ENGRAÇADA DAS PIADAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SENDO ASSIM, O RAPAZ VAI COM CALMA, SABE QUE NESSA NOITE PRECISA DE ALGUÉM, NÃO COLOCARÁ TUDO A PERDER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ENTÃO, ELE DANÇA, DANÇA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;PORÉM, NÃO TIRA DA CABEÇA SUA META.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ESPERA O MOMENTO MAIS PROPRÍCIO PARA CHEGAR NA ESCOLHIDA DA NOITE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SURGE ENTÃO O MOMENTO CERTO;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;UMA MÚSICA CALMA FAZ COM QUE O SUOR DOS DANÇARINOS SEQUE, É IDEAL PARA ALGUÉM QUE PROCURA UMA COMPANHIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ DANÇA COMIGO?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ CLARO! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ POSSO SABER SEU NOME?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ SIM, CARINA, E O SEU?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ BRUNO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ AH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ GOSTEI MUITO DO SEU JEITO, TE ACHEI TÃO LINDA, SEUS OLHOS SÃO TÃO SEDUTORES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ PERCEBI QUE ME OLHAVA FIXAMENTE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ É IMPOSSÍVEL NÃO OLHAR PARA VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ VOCÊ ME PARECE UMA PESSOA BOA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ SOU SIM, E FICARIA MUITO MELHOR SE TIVESSE SUA COMPAHIA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A MÚSICA QUE SE INICIA, NÃO SERVE PARA SECAR SUORES. NOVAMENTE A PISTA É TOMADA POR UMA MASSA DE DANÇARINOS AGITADOS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ VOCÊ ME OUVE?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ HÃ??????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ NADA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TUDO CERTO. DEPOIS DAS DEVIDAS APRESENTAÇÕES, DA MÚSICA LENTA, É CHEGADA A HORA DO BEIJO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;OLHAM-SE, OS LÁBIOS ENCOSTAM-SE, ACONTECE O BEIJO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;TODAS AS METAS DA NOITE FORAM CUMPRIDAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;LOGO...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;PROMESSAS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ ME DÊ SEU NÚRERO PARA QUE EU POSSA TE LIGAR.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ CLARO, VOU FICAR ESPERANDO!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;__ GOSTEI MUITO DE VOCÊ, NÃO QUERO PERDER ESSA DESCOBERTA, AMANHÃ TE LIGO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A JOVEM RIR ILUDIDA, ELA REALMENTE ACREDITA QUE ELE LIGARÁ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;A MÚSICA ACABA, OS CORPOS PARAM, AS PROMESSAS FICAM ESQUECIDAS, A FESTA ACABA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;AGORA O CORPO CELESTE ILUMINA O CÉU!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ELA OLHA-SE NO ESPELHO, SENTE-SE HORENDA, A BELEZA DA NOITE FOI EFÊMERA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ELE, NOVAMENTE SOZINHO, A SOLIDÃO QUE O DEIXOU FOI FULGAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;SOBRARAM-SE APENAS REMINICÊNCIAS DE MOMENTOS QUE NÃO FIZERAM DIFERENÇA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;O PRETÉRITO RECENTE NÃO FEZ COM QUE DESCOBERTAS PERENIZASSEM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;DESEJOS QUE SE COMPLETAVAM, MAS ESTES ESTAVAM EM ESTRADAS DIFERENTES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ESPERAM ENTÃO OUTRA NOITE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;



&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;ESSES CARREGAM SEMPRE A ESPERANÇA DE EM UMA NOITE QUALQUER ENCONTRAR ALGUÉM NO MEIO DO CAMINHO, E QUE ESTE QUEIRA SEGUIR A MESMA ESTRADA...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;


&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742892641569505561-8382558594073298570?l=momentosperenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/8382558594073298570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-noite.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/8382558594073298570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/8382558594073298570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/06/uma-noite.html' title='+ UMA NOITE'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sj0wFuooUBI/AAAAAAAAABk/KIYG4HEO5pQ/s72-c/24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742892641569505561.post-4884658946629530279</id><published>2009-05-23T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T17:32:26.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NUNCA SABEMOS NADA!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;COSTUMAVA PENSAR QUE TINHA RESPOTAS PARA TUDO.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUANDO CRIANÇA, PERGUNTAVAM Á MIM O QUE SERIA QUANDO CRESCESSE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;QUERIA SALVAR O MUNDO,VER PESSOAS FELIZES.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É A VIDA?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALGO QUE DEVE SER VIVIDO NO MOMENTO,POIS NÃO EXISTE PRETÉRITO, O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FUTURO  EU SEI, TODOS SABEM... PODE NÃO CHEGAR....!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSA SÉRIA UMA POSSÍVEL RESPOSTA. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É A MORTE?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SERIA UM ALÍVIO, UM  BASTA  Á TODA TORTURA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;POIS O MUNDO ESTÁ CADA DIA PIOR...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OUTRA RESPOTA.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É O AMOR??&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ESSE É O MAIS SUBLIME DOS SENTIMENTOS. SINTO POR TANTAS PESSOAS,COM MAIOR OU MENOR INTENSIDADE. MAS ESSA DEFINIÇÃO DIA-A-DIA GANHA RETICÊNCIAS... TODAVIA, SE ME IDAGASSEM SABERIA O QUE RESPOMDER!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGORA PERCEBO QUE TODAS MINHAS RESPOSTAS SÃO UTÓPICAS!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TANTOS DESEJOS CAIRAM POR TERRA...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SUMARIAMENTE  TINHA RESPOSTAS!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALGUMAS VEZES VERDADEIRAS, OUTRAS  INVEROSSÍMEL!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MAS AGORA SOU PEGA DE SURPRESA POR MINHAS PROPRIAS RESPOSTAS.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É A VIDA???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É A MORTE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE É O AMOR???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O QUE QUERO SER DEPOIS DE GRANDE???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AGORA A ÚNICA RESPOSTA QUE TENHO É QUE NEM SEMPER A VIDA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SEGUE MEU RUMO...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742892641569505561-4884658946629530279?l=momentosperenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/4884658946629530279/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunca-sabemos-nada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/4884658946629530279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/4884658946629530279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/nunca-sabemos-nada.html' title='NUNCA SABEMOS NADA!'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742892641569505561.post-2465377826146145172</id><published>2009-05-18T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T16:46:49.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DESCOBERTAS TARDIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O ÔNUS QUE CARREGO É GRANDE!
DÁ PREÇO A ALGO QUE NÃO ME "PERTENCE"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NASCI SEM PEDIR LICENÇA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PARTIREI SEM DEIXAR RESQUÍCIOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O VALOR NÃO NOS FOI DADO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUANTO ESTÁ VALENDO MINHA VIDA?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;INDAGAÇÃO QUE DEIXA MINHA ALMA INQUIETA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NASCI NA PRIMAVERA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ERA O CORPO CELESTE QUE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILUMINAVA O CÉU!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGORA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTOU EM UM DIA  FRIO DE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;OUTONO, ONDE TUDO É GÉLIDO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COMO O CORAÇÃO QUE &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CARREGO!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BREVE ESTAREI PARTINDO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEM DEIXAR LEGADO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SEM LEVAR HERANÇAS (DINHEIRO,CARROS,ETCS...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E TANTOS OUTROS OBJETOS FÚTEIS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AO LONGO DE MINHA JORNADA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÃO ME PARECIAM FRÍVOLOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS AGORA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGORA...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODOS OS BENS CONQUISTADOS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTARÃO A DISPOSIÇÃO DE OUTRO SER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ILUDIDO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;QUE GANHARÁ PRESTÍGIO, E NO FINAL??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;DESCOBRIRÁ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÃO DAMOS VALOR Á VIDA &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS AOS BENS QEUCONQUISTAMOS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;EM VIDA!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;CARREGUEI TODO ESSE PESO PARA DESCOBRIR&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIZ  TUDO ERRADO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ACUMULEI OBJETOS, TRABALHEI COMO UM LOUCO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TODAVIA, PERDIR MINHA ALMA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AGORA NADA TEM NEXO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;BREVE ESTAREI EM UM BURACO, SEM&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;FORTUNA.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;PODERIA LEVAR LEMBRANÇAS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AH,SE EU PUDESSE VOLTAR ATRÁS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MINHA VIDA SERIA PRECIOSA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAS LEVAREI COMIGO APENAS SOLIDÃO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POIS DESCOBRIR QUE O VALOR DA VIDA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ESTÁ EM TESOUROS QUE NÃO PODEMOS &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TOCAR!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;APENAS SENTIR.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NÃO HÁ TRABALHO PARA QUE POSSAMOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;ADIQUIRI-LOS OU ACUMULA-LOS&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;POR ISSO PARTIREI SOLITÁRIO!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;COM A VIDA VALENDO &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TUDO...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO FIM TUDO ACABA EM &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;

                           DENYZE CALLING NASCIMENTO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/742892641569505561-2465377826146145172?l=momentosperenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/2465377826146145172/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/descobertas-tardias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/2465377826146145172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/2465377826146145172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/descobertas-tardias.html' title='DESCOBERTAS TARDIAS'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-742892641569505561.post-5055620060384127036</id><published>2009-05-18T06:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T17:03:23.701-07:00</updated><title type='text'>+++ 1 DIA 1 DIA  A ++++++</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAIS UM DIA...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;UM DIA Á MAIS...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;AMANHÃ SERÁ OUTRO DIA...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;DEPOIS OUTRO...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;OUTRO...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;MAIS UM DIA, NÃO TEREMOS MAIS UM DIA...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;)&lt;/span&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/742892641569505561-5055620060384127036?l=momentosperenes.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/feeds/5055620060384127036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-dia-11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/5055620060384127036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/742892641569505561/posts/default/5055620060384127036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://momentosperenes.blogspot.com/2009/05/1-dia-11.html' title='+++ 1 DIA 1 DIA  A ++++++'/><author><name>Denyze Calling Nascimento</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15954217365897279236</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kkDP93RQEbU/Sl5nOsEPnVI/AAAAAAAAACk/Mkwj3HndzHQ/S220/lua1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
