<?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-5325697890756031952</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:01:01.706Z</updated><title type='text'>Vazio de nada.</title><subtitle type='html'>Vazio.
Diz tudo o que o nada sente.
Sente o nada, nada aparentemente, embora o nada seja de nada sentir.
Apenas esquece o nada, pois o nada existe quando nada ha.
Vazio.
Nada.
O que sentes?
Tudo.
Palavras vazias de sentido, em que o tudo se torna nada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325697890756031952/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Parolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586913832503180721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://pics-56.hi5.com/userpics/956/415/415482956.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325697890756031952.post-3757306023712917561</id><published>2007-05-01T10:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-01T10:31:03.053Z</updated><title type='text'>Delírio Lúcido</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Após uma tarde de delírio lúcido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Aguardo o próximo crepúsculo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Enquanto rasgo mais um pedaço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Daquilo que era e já não faço&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325697890756031952-3757306023712917561?l=vaziodenada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/feeds/3757306023712917561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325697890756031952&amp;postID=3757306023712917561' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325697890756031952/posts/default/3757306023712917561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325697890756031952/posts/default/3757306023712917561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/2007/05/delrio-lcido.html' title='Delírio Lúcido'/><author><name>Parolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586913832503180721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://pics-56.hi5.com/userpics/956/415/415482956.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5325697890756031952.post-6888910151818282585</id><published>2007-04-29T21:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:24:30.963Z</updated><title type='text'>Vazio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-HfVs6AWQ-A/RjYXmoEMOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/36AqxdvoVgY/s1600-h/DSC04879.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 225px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_-HfVs6AWQ-A/RjYXmoEMOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/36AqxdvoVgY/s320/DSC04879.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059257183754795250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Vazio.
Diz tudo o que o nada sente.
Sente o nada, nada aparentemente, embora o nada seja de nada sentir.
Apenas esquece o nada, pois o nada existe quando nada ha.
Vazio.
Nada.
O que sentes?
Tudo.
Palavras vazias de sentido, em que o tudo se torna nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5325697890756031952-6888910151818282585?l=vaziodenada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/feeds/6888910151818282585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5325697890756031952&amp;postID=6888910151818282585' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325697890756031952/posts/default/6888910151818282585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5325697890756031952/posts/default/6888910151818282585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaziodenada.blogspot.com/2007/04/vazio.html' title='Vazio.'/><author><name>Parolo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02586913832503180721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://pics-56.hi5.com/userpics/956/415/415482956.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_-HfVs6AWQ-A/RjYXmoEMOPI/AAAAAAAAAAc/36AqxdvoVgY/s72-c/DSC04879.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
