<?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-4676334878796953919</id><updated>2024-08-31T05:13:48.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acordar com a paixâo no corpo</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portugues-ljl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676334878796953919/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portugues-ljl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>O meu ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311738200830300213</uri><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-4676334878796953919.post-5553353373201309372</id><published>2017-10-25T05:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2017-10-25T05:45:52.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu sou aquilo que sou</title><content type='html'>Levanto-me com o peito aperatado. Nâo consigo explicar, mas estas sempre presente. Nâo consigo esqueser-te. A minha alma vive e vibra com tudo o que nos une. Eu sou aquilo que sou, eu sou e sinto-me portugues.&amp;nbsp;Familia e amigos estâo longe, mas a minha alma viaga sempre para estar com os mais proximos. O meu pensamento viaga e navega para&amp;nbsp;portos&amp;nbsp;portugueses, nâo&amp;nbsp;consigo esqueser-te, tenho-te no meu peito.&amp;nbsp;O dia&amp;nbsp;vai chegar quando chegarei ao teu porto. As caras conhecidas, as bocas doces, os risos adorados e isto tudo no prato do dia. Eu sou, e sempre serei aquilo que sou -- Portugal eu amo-te........ Nuno&amp;nbsp;F. / 2017&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://portugues-ljl.blogspot.com/feeds/5553353373201309372/comments/default' title='Kommentare zum Post'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://portugues-ljl.blogspot.com/2017/10/eu-sou-aquilo-que-sou.html#comment-form' title='0 Kommentare'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676334878796953919/posts/default/5553353373201309372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4676334878796953919/posts/default/5553353373201309372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://portugues-ljl.blogspot.com/2017/10/eu-sou-aquilo-que-sou.html' title='Eu sou aquilo que sou'/><author><name>O meu ser</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11311738200830300213</uri><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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>