<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-6811256705202403926</id><updated>2026-10-07T04:03:17.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diário de TT (ou caderno de mini coisas)</title><subtitle type='html'>Instagram: @tstiburzio</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodett.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811256705202403926/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodett.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.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>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811256705202403926.post-2113719707372620992</id><published>2015-09-18T11:25:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2019-07-31T14:15:33.824-03:00</updated><title type='text'>In the end</title><summary type="text">
Então eu fico daquele jeito que as pessoas ficam quando não tem outro jeito: emotiva. E os olhos ficam lacrimejando por qualquer coisa, ainda mais quando vejo o sol entrando pela sala embalado pelo cheiro do amaciante que escapa da camiseta velha. Minha cabeça dói, mas antes doer a cabeça que o corpo inteiro e antes doer o corpo inteiro que o coração. E ele já não dói mais, às vezes ensaia um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodett.blogspot.com/feeds/2113719707372620992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diariodett.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811256705202403926/posts/default/2113719707372620992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811256705202403926/posts/default/2113719707372620992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodett.blogspot.com/2015/09/in-end.html' title='In the end'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFA5_1VvVN4I5SBwQeYBOsV9Pn78h2nyGpO8cJpDDxPna_tqJ97-wp2lZX1PMle9L4KUbd_rgUmIuJ0_hLD8lfqbYuN5WQeaOreSHpCnVUBeSJkzmmxCn8kCg9W-IEESKulY_Xrgq82OEi/s72-c/11892037_866430160073578_1033074962650621062_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>