<?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-1795263217199103703</id><updated>2026-06-16T08:11:41.133-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo O Que Faltou Ser</title><subtitle type='html'>Eu sou pouco daquilo que penso e muito de tudo que sinto...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tudooquefaltouser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1795263217199103703/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tudooquefaltouser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Diógenes Leme</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02548508351249880597</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFI011CW6BwyhNGA0Kj7Ro-vsRW3dRS2nfOpfX4TfNvZYRzrfUCXok5hpX5vhOd8-bOGByPiOA3yAUvH2SHQ3RnMNdZg9aEZSS0_x0qc2SoZmA5bdb0aP4JwioLRoh2D8/s220/icon2.png'/></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-1795263217199103703.post-209477973269611701</id><published>2011-08-19T16:23:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2016-04-02T21:18:13.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marco</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Sempre quis namorar um menino chamado Marco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Faria então eu, trocadilhos sobre marcar a minha vida e coisas do tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;trebuchet ms&amp;quot; , sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Seria ele uma pessoa de personalidade extremamente forte e seria ele ao mesmo tempo uma pessoa extremamente doce, em igual proporção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Faríamos aniversário juntos, ainda que em dias diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;E teríamos o mesmo gosto por marcas na pele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Desperdiçaríamos horas falando besteiras, rindo do nada e transformando tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Com cuidado, respeito e carinho mutuo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;E um dia antes de dormir eu diria:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Marco, você me marcou. Obrigado por escrever em mim, quando eu estava em branco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Ninguém nunca ligou para as minhas folhas em branco, mas Marco me marcou e escreveu em mim o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Forte como seu signo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;&quot;&gt;Frágil como menino.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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