<?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-3960787259781818390</id><updated>2012-02-16T15:49:38.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A terra Arde</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaiserduro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3960787259781818390/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaiserduro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiago Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f41AQ1zO6ZE/TZmkD3BH2EI/AAAAAAAAABk/FHRb9qE93h8/s220/SAM_0054.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-3960787259781818390.post-5511670763408193136</id><published>2011-06-22T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T02:46:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Porque do Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“A terra arde!”, gritou, a encher mais um copo de whisky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vivia num mar de ilusões, em que cada palavra era um peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e o toque, o caminho já aberto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de beleza a mais para a doença do seu jeito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de ser o pequeno destruidor de cada aurora, “quase já perto”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Lá vem ela”, pensou, com mais uma cega critica de atado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;de como tudo era melhor no passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;gritando, “ Não vales nada”, sem saber,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;como dói viver, sem ver o que ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Nascemos tarde demais para ver os Nirvana”, diz ela,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;“Praticamente perdemos tudo pelo que valha pena viver”, e o pior ele concorda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Aqui vamos nós para fim da civilização ocidental,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;desesperados por sentir algo, qualquer coisa que valha a pena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;que nos atiramos uns nos outros, fodendo os nossos caminhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;até cairmos numa cama qualquer, deixando arder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tiago Lourenço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Escrito 15/5/2011&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/3960787259781818390-5511670763408193136?l=vaiserduro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaiserduro.blogspot.com/feeds/5511670763408193136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaiserduro.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-porque-do-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3960787259781818390/posts/default/5511670763408193136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3960787259781818390/posts/default/5511670763408193136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaiserduro.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-porque-do-blog.html' title='O Porque do Blog'/><author><name>Tiago Lourenço</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='18' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f41AQ1zO6ZE/TZmkD3BH2EI/AAAAAAAAABk/FHRb9qE93h8/s220/SAM_0054.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
