<?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-4416837250547110208</id><updated>2011-12-20T10:59:01.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquilo que não estava lá</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macacosalados.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4416837250547110208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://macacosalados.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Renan</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QBRa5u4Hblc/SwH0dMadYgI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mv0TWYeDZmA/S220/Holambra+042.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4416837250547110208.post-7629068021078836807</id><published>2011-12-20T10:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T10:33:48.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu olhar se perdeuno caminho até ela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embaçado e cansado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Acreditou num caminhoque pudesse levá-lo aonde queria&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os sentidosdeficientes prevalecem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meus olhos febrissaturavam os demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não permitiam que euouvisse o chamado sussurrante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fez daquilo que antesera um brado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não mais capaz depenetrar a penumbra que habito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calo-me diante damusa cujo abraço não consigo preencher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num silênciocompleto, denso e orgulhoso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Que me permitadelirar e morrer sozinho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Somente o buraco éescuro o suficiente para cobrir a vista&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;E permitir o somgrave e longo do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma vibração quaseimperceptível fala com todas as camadas da minha pele&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até que oformigamento me impeça de sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;É o impulso que medissolve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Serei apenas a fumaçaque ela inala.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4416837250547110208-7629068021078836807?l=macacosalados.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://macacosalados.blogspot.com/feeds/7629068021078836807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://macacosalados.blogspot.com/2011/12/meu-olhar-se-perdeuno-caminho-ate-ela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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