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TV Rural - "Correr de olhos fechados" from MPAGDP on Vimeo.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/enUkqi-n37o/e-isto-que-eu-sei-fazer-bem.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/enUkqi-n37o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2012/02/e-isto-que-eu-sei-fazer-bem.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-3905229975636952263</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Nov 2011 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-16T15:12:11.469Z</atom:updated><title>Voltar a escrever II</title><atom:summary>descobrir: que ainda há música dentro de mim. e palavras indizíveis, sem forma definida ainda. palavras à espera de se encontrarem</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/fOnG0AVU7Ws/voltar-escrever-ii.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/fOnG0AVU7Ws" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/11/voltar-escrever-ii.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-6275538702339417864</guid><pubDate>Sun, 16 Oct 2011 00:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-16T01:46:24.492+01:00</atom:updated><title>a fazer arqueologia pelas minhas anotações...</title><atom:summary>i was (am) so fucking innocent...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/ZSbkwrF1wug/fazer-arqueologia-pelas-minhas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/ZSbkwrF1wug" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/10/fazer-arqueologia-pelas-minhas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-116694372625547141</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 23:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T00:05:26.960+01:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>se bem te recordas...

houve um dia em que tudo desapareceu. não reconhecias mais o mundo porque nada nele te lembrava de ti. e voltaste a ver tudo pela primeira vez. lentamente, o sangue voltou a correr, urgentemente, pelas veias. 

se bem te recordas...

não tens coração que consiga manter o ritmo durante muito tempo. afinal de contas, é um coração que bate devagar. muito devagar.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/ydtVeGxtxN4/se-bem-te-recordas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/ydtVeGxtxN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/10/se-bem-te-recordas.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-5020131294815675862</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 22:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-13T00:03:30.939+01:00</atom:updated><title>I like to keep some things to myself</title><atom:summary>









It's a shot in the dark and right at my throat</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/YVGrkzZM09E/shake-it-out.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/YVGrkzZM09E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/10/shake-it-out.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-8905517481422849887</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2011 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-12T23:47:01.970+01:00</atom:updated><title>com duas pedras na mão</title><atom:summary>falou-me com duas pedras na mão
eu atirei-lhas de volta
por pouco não lhe rachei a cabeça
parti o vidro duma montra
ficou parecida com uma teia de aranha
chovesse, então, era uma maravilha
veio um polícia e levou-me
bem lhe expliquei a situação
visivelmente não compreendeu
que uma metáfora por vezes
tem consequências pouco legais
multou-me e aconselhou-me
a não reincidir
coisa que fiz logo de </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/YbYIxxPWG8A/com-duas-pedras-na-mao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/YbYIxxPWG8A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/10/com-duas-pedras-na-mao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-7912852094487238112</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 01:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-24T02:10:50.694+01:00</atom:updated><title>bird girls can fly</title><atom:summary>I am a bird girl nowI've got my heartHere in my hands nowI've been searchingFor my wings some timeI'm gonna be bornInto soon the sky'Cause I'm a bird girlAnd the bird girls go to heavenI'm a bird girlAnd the bird girls can flyBird girls can fly







resolução válida para o resto deste ano/início do próximo: ver Antony and the Johnsons em concerto...
</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/cWZQHj3RGOA/bird-girls-can-fly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/cWZQHj3RGOA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/09/bird-girls-can-fly.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-1689228241422400560</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Sep 2011 11:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-23T12:57:43.245+01:00</atom:updated><title>This is just an introduction</title><atom:summary>tentas arranjar-te porque sabes como são estas coisas.
passas os dedos pelo cabelo, já desalinhado pelo dia.
as mãos tentam dar a forma original à roupa já cansada do corpo, avalias-te ao espelho. cuidadosamente. sabes que trouxeste o perfume. aquele que está quase no fim, que a crise da carteira te obriga a racionares.

mas isto vai valer a pena.

apesar de ser apenas uma introdução. 

mas tu </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/bTIzjjvBXzA/this-is-just-introduction.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/6ktYpaGVUe0/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/bTIzjjvBXzA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/09/this-is-just-introduction.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-596287932474261463</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Sep 2011 23:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-11T18:55:09.799+01:00</atom:updated><title>Mútuo consentimento</title><atom:summary>




.j., sabes sempre dar-me a banda sonora certa...

a ouvir em repeat</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/6WKzyHNncqU/mutuo-consentimento.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/6WKzyHNncqU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/09/mutuo-consentimento.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-5280079657416736946</guid><pubDate>Thu, 08 Sep 2011 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-08T15:52:40.791+01:00</atom:updated><title>Voltar a escrever I</title><atom:summary>Recomeçar é sempre difícil. Após tantos anos sem escrever, sem saber como abordar a pagina em branco, volto a tirar o caderno da mala, procuro a esferográfica e recomeço. Ao início são apenas pequenos arranques. Pequenas frases soltas que tentam traduzir as imagens que se projectam quando fecho os olhos. Pequenos flashes de informação que me relembram como aqui vim parar hoje. Arrepios que me </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/sJUoCprz0e0/voltar-escrever-i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/sJUoCprz0e0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/09/voltar-escrever-i.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-4324084890877503509</guid><pubDate>Wed, 01 Jun 2011 10:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-01T11:36:12.282+01:00</atom:updated><title>pontuação</title><atom:summary>nunca pensei ter este tipo de pontuação na minha vida mas diz que ser "tia" tem destas obrigações... pois é... parece que a vírgula vai passar uma temporada lá em casa e quem me conhece sabe que só mesmo por amor é que eu poderia conviver com um gato. quanto mais durante duas semanas!! mas pronto.... só porque ela é fotogénica, minha "sobrinha" e gosta de livros é que aceitei abrir uma excepção. </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/wo8E5jLpwHE/pontuacao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sb3B94sGfvo/TeYVtYNZNlI/AAAAAAAAAXg/3srig4CB5q0/s72-c/virgula2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/wo8E5jLpwHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/06/pontuacao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-2301619189465043091</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2011 23:18:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-21T23:24:19.111Z</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>pensamentos soltos: - recomeçar a correr- começar pilates- acordar cedo diariamente (mesmo aos fins-de-semana!)- encontrar rapidamente uma (boa) biblioteca pública- encontrar tempo para ler mais- encontrar tempo para escrever mais- não permitir sapatos em casa além da sala pensar mais em ti...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/ZG--eTClfU4/pensamentos-soltos-recomecar-correr.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/ZG--eTClfU4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/03/pensamentos-soltos-recomecar-correr.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-3993551113260652957</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Mar 2011 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-17T17:23:35.446Z</atom:updated><title>este verão...</title><atom:summary>eu quero uns melissa novos...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/nYiWg7G_-sw/este-verao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/nYiWg7G_-sw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/03/este-verao.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-7306620944295339931</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Feb 2011 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-02-25T11:49:04.071Z</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>Ao ouvir hoje Nuno Júdice veio-me à memória imagens e personagens adolescentes. Ideias, fantasias e ambições mas sobretudo paixões e ilusões e a aprendizagem de que, se não tomarmos a vida pelos colarinhos, ela toma rumos inesperados. Ou, pelo menos, rumos não esperados. Mas penso ainda em como tinha ganas de agarrar pessoas pelos colarinhos (ainda deitei a mão a alguns) mas aí residia o meu erro</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/6Ez9zO7lFoc/ao-ouvir-hoje-nuno-judice-veio-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/6Ez9zO7lFoc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2011/02/ao-ouvir-hoje-nuno-judice-veio-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-596668222292054957</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Dec 2010 00:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-15T00:19:37.955Z</atom:updated><title>sometimes i feel like i'm going insane</title><atom:summary>caso para dizer, easy tiger...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/Xxj5FZC8QnU/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-going-insane.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/Xxj5FZC8QnU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/12/sometimes-i-feel-like-im-going-insane.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-8485714979759923870</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Nov 2010 04:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-19T04:20:15.965Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cobiça que coisa feia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">música para a cabeça</category><title /><atom:summary>want one of those!</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/fT0swXI7fIo/want-one-of-those.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/fT0swXI7fIo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/11/want-one-of-those.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-6097351260567552097</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Nov 2010 00:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-18T00:31:04.659Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">rude awakening</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cabeça</category><title>purgar</title><atom:summary>v. tr.1. Limpar, purificar pela eliminação das impurezas ou matérias estranhas.2. Livrar das impurezas interiores por meio de purgantes ou outros medicamentos.3. Administrar uma purga.4. Fig. Livrar.5. Tornar puro, desembaraçar.6. Expiar.v. intr.7. Evacuar; deitar de si; lançar pus, humores, etc.v. pron.8. Tomar um purgante.</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/4Kj4pb032kE/purgar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/4Kj4pb032kE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/11/purgar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-2843418777364268735</guid><pubDate>Tue, 16 Nov 2010 22:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-16T22:58:42.664Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">cabeça</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">coisas do dia-a-dia</category><title /><atom:summary>foi totalmente inesperado. como são todos os choques.o autocarro estava cheio. a dez metros do sítio onde era suposto parar. na paragem onde parei tantas vezes - para subir a rua inclinada que me levava a tua casa. uma pequena travagem e o choque. a surpresa. corpos projectados para a frente. um grito colectivo para, logo a seguir, dar lugar à indignação.foi totalmente inesperado. como são aliás,</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/rJrUTc0Y3_w/foi-totalmente-inesperado.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/rJrUTc0Y3_w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/11/foi-totalmente-inesperado.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-2751122042896235986</guid><pubDate>Sat, 13 Nov 2010 23:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-13T23:38:50.472Z</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">música para a cabeça</category><title /><atom:summary>these things creep in when you least expect...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/C6T_cOJ2A2Q/these-things-creep-in-when-you-least.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/C6T_cOJ2A2Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/11/these-things-creep-in-when-you-least.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-365775405815558368</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Nov 2010 17:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-11-09T17:21:46.769Z</atom:updated><title>outra noite...</title><atom:summary /><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/eA9UE40TBAo/outra-noite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/eA9UE40TBAo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/11/outra-noite.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-5546819141929509084</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Oct 2010 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-26T00:29:02.564+01:00</atom:updated><title>como o corpo guarda a memória de onde se quebrou</title><atom:summary>não sou só eu... há outros animais que se recolhem para lamber as feridas...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/NI0NFRRh394/como-o-corpo-guarda-memoria-de-onde-se.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/NI0NFRRh394" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/10/como-o-corpo-guarda-memoria-de-onde-se.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-1805842299924398118</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 04:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-23T05:45:48.956+01:00</atom:updated><title /><atom:summary>sinto-me definhar. não fossem estas pequenas alegrias, a lembrança de alguém que chegou de longe, as amizades que se vão firmando e pensaria que estava sozinha. Apesar de estar.Sei que estou. E que essa é uma opção.Deixo de me entender. de querer entender-me. de querer falar.muito álcool no sangue, é esse o problema destas quase seis horas da manhã...</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/l2FntuUeAPY/sinto-me-definhar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/l2FntuUeAPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/10/sinto-me-definhar.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-92225847621115088</guid><pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2010 23:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-20T00:08:41.368+01:00</atom:updated><title>hoje</title><atom:summary>A única respostaJantáramos os dois pela primeira vez:amizade ou amor, pouco interessavadesde que alí estivesses. O meu mundoia mudando à medida do teu,a cada gesto vão da vã conversaantes que fôssemos pIo Bairro Altoe enfim o Lumiar, a tua casa.Eu podia contar uma história, dizercomo aquele rosto atravessava o meu -mas não,«nada de narrativas, nunca mais».Apenas a certeza de estar mortohá tanto </atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/FKUOoC431i8/hoje.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/FKUOoC431i8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/10/hoje.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-1925291915228430436</guid><pubDate>Sun, 22 Aug 2010 00:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-10-11T23:12:55.652+01:00</atom:updated><title>weight</title><atom:summary>tenho pedras nos bolsos do casaco. sinto-as, não vale a pena negá-lo. e nem toda a corrida do mundo me fará perder o peso que me faz arrastar os pés...pequenos ataques cardíacos. arritmias de um coração que bate demasiado devagar.Discover the playlist invincible with Lilly Wood And The Prick&gt;</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/shyH3ak4GwI/weight.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/shyH3ak4GwI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/08/weight.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703904.post-6555640290356500017</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2010 02:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-26T03:36:50.940+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">insónia</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">música para a cabeça</category><title>música para insónias</title><atom:summary>Discover the playlist mais ouvidas no ipod with Cocoon</atom:summary><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~3/GiusCgIwwpc/musica-para-insonias.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (IB)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><description>&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/speechlessdream/~4/GiusCgIwwpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><feedburner:origLink>http://speechlessdream.blogspot.com/2010/07/musica-para-insonias.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

