<?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-19217542</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:49:29.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Tempo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semtempoparanada.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19217542/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semtempoparanada.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668529569196270416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></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-19217542.post-113268683357228373</id><published>2005-11-22T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T11:13:53.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>Tempo, preciso de tempo!. Para quê? .&lt;br /&gt;Para rir e chorar, dormir e trabalhar, fazer amor e descansar. Acham pouco? Experimentem fazer tudo isto, bem feito, e verão que não é fácil.&lt;br /&gt;Acrescentem mulher e fihos, pais e sogros, ca~es e pássaros, transito e amigos, muitos, daqueles que nunca te visitam mas esperam que os vás ver.&lt;br /&gt;Tempo, preciso de tempo!&lt;br /&gt;Como as licenças para poluir, também o tempo se devia vender, não importava ficar pobre mas fazer o que desejo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19217542-113268683357228373?l=semtempoparanada.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://semtempoparanada.blogspot.com/feeds/113268683357228373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19217542&amp;postID=113268683357228373' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19217542/posts/default/113268683357228373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19217542/posts/default/113268683357228373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://semtempoparanada.blogspot.com/2005/11/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>LG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03668529569196270416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
