<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143693002860735816</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 01 Nov 2024 10:38:13 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Trois Petit Chatons</title><description></description><link>http://troispetitchatons.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><language>en-us</language><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143693002860735816.post-6178443732347075272</guid><pubDate>Fri, 05 Sep 2014 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-09-05T17:23:09.712+03:00</atom:updated><title>Nutapyti rugsėjį</title><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
Mano atmintyje rugsėjis tarsi nutapytas. Saulėlydžiais ir nekantrumu.&lt;/div&gt;
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ir laukti jos sugrįžtant.&lt;/div&gt;
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-Ar jau ruduo? - paklausė ji šalia einančios mamos.&lt;/div&gt;
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-Ne, &lt;i&gt;dar &lt;/i&gt;dešimt dienų v a s a r o s.&lt;/div&gt;
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Šiandien jau devynios, bet žodis &lt;i&gt;dar &lt;/i&gt;skambėjo įsakmiai, neginčijamai ir mane tai nuramino. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;</description><link>http://troispetitchatons.blogspot.com/2014/08/dar-desimt.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5143693002860735816.post-7580579538494770558</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2014 11:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2014-08-19T14:28:20.134+03:00</atom:updated><title>Pirmasis</title><description>Žengti nedrąsų žingsnį ir &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://confituredeframboises.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;sugrįžti&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt; yra be galo gera.&lt;br /&gt;
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Kartą rašiau pirmąjį įrašą, rašau ir antrą. Iki šiol pamenu pokalbį su S. iš &lt;a href="http://littleworld-sandra.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;Little World&lt;/a&gt; apie blog'ą, kuris prieš metus užmigo. Apie tai, koks jis buvo ir ką davė kitiems. O štai vėl pajutau poreikį rašyti monologus sau, kuriuos galbūt išgirs, pamatys, &lt;i&gt;pajaus&lt;/i&gt; ir kiti. Pajutau poreikį ieškoti klausytojų ir dalintis. &lt;br /&gt;
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Ačiū S. už tą puodelį kavos ir susitikimą, kuris spinduliuoja šilumą mano atmintyje. </description><link>http://troispetitchatons.blogspot.com/2014/08/pirmasis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>