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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c3CVbTGjVCbmm6yqn7WoQ78eJkM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/c3CVbTGjVCbmm6yqn7WoQ78eJkM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wwwbotecodadricablogspotcom/~4/RHaBgvMUpQY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/2008/12/reeditando-meu-caminho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHQHszeip7ImA9WxRaE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2386973355364114281.post-6601516095881728086</id><published>2008-12-15T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:35:31.582-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-15T17:35:31.582-08:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/feeds/6601516095881728086/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/2008/12/eu-se-que-o-meu-no-comparecimento-algum.html#comment-form" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2386973355364114281/posts/default/6601516095881728086?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2386973355364114281/posts/default/6601516095881728086?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wwwbotecodadricablogspotcom/~3/Ijo0MauaScc/eu-se-que-o-meu-no-comparecimento-algum.html" title="" /><author><name>Adrianinha Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183453335644017963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNMaeWj9mlQ/ScYrF8jkE6I/AAAAAAAAACo/PpBwBTYg8jY/S220/blogg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Eu se que o meu não comparecimento a algum lugar em mim mesma está gritando. As inumeras vezes que me pego pensando na vida,Me arrependo pelo tempo perdido.Embora eu saiba que é errado querer um futuro mirando-se no passado.Existe isso em mim.Não posso viver em prol do meu sustento.Isso pra mim não é viver...È um meio de apenas de ser mais um na multidão. Não sei que crise é essa pela qual estou 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/72bagYZeI1NduQ95cdpe2jPjaEs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/72bagYZeI1NduQ95cdpe2jPjaEs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Wwwbotecodadricablogspotcom/~4/MrOt7T4i4_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/2008/12/nossa-sina.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcMQH0yfyp7ImA9WxRaEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2386973355364114281.post-4693160563825144747</id><published>2008-12-12T03:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T03:41:21.397-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T03:41:21.397-08:00</app:edited><title /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/feeds/4693160563825144747/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://botecodadrica.blogspot.com/2008/12/apesar-do-medo-escolho-ousadia.html#comment-form" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2386973355364114281/posts/default/4693160563825144747?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2386973355364114281/posts/default/4693160563825144747?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Wwwbotecodadricablogspotcom/~3/gSY0fpeF9wc/apesar-do-medo-escolho-ousadia.html" title="" /><author><name>Adrianinha Barros</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10183453335644017963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SNMaeWj9mlQ/ScYrF8jkE6I/AAAAAAAAACo/PpBwBTYg8jY/S220/blogg.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Apesar do medoescolho a ousadia.Ao conforto das algemas, prefiroa dura liberdade.Vôo com meu par de asas tortas,sem o tédio da comprovação.Opto pela loucura, como um grãode realidade:meu ímpeto explode o ponto,arqueia a linha, traça contornospara os romper.Desculpem, mas devo dizer:euquero o delírio.Lya Luft.
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