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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMR304fSp7ImA9WhRTE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627</id><updated>2011-11-03T12:46:26.335-02:00</updated><category term="letra" /><category term="conto" /><category term="crítica" /><category term="link legal" /><category term="foto" /><category term="d'outrem" /><category term="metalinguagem" /><category term="eventos" /><category term="poema tragicômico" /><category term="hai-kais" /><category term="opinião" /><category term="poema" /><category term="crônica" /><title>Boblog do Vilão</title><subtitle type="html">CUIDADO! Blog do mais temido vilão (?!?) do curso de letras da UFPR. Aqui você verá os possíveis piores textos do mundo (e outros nem tão ruins assim),
links do mal (e outros do bem), downloads de discos bons e vez ou outra fotos toscas. Divirta-se ou não, eu me divirto!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>56</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/vilonices" /><feedburner:info uri="vilonices" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHQn4_cCp7ImA9Wx9WGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-6366057926132547262</id><published>2011-01-25T19:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-25T19:08:53.048-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-25T19:08:53.048-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>morada</title><summary type="html">construiste morada no terreno improvável de meu peitoagora queres abandonar o que construiupois se assim desejasabandonemas deixe as portas e janelas abertas ao sairque o terreno improvável de meu peito é,agora mais do que nunca,habitável&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/-A3cRCopJ8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/6366057926132547262/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=6366057926132547262&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6366057926132547262?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6366057926132547262?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/-A3cRCopJ8g/morada.html" title="morada" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2011/01/morada.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04CSX09eyp7ImA9Wx9QF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-4002928349092209381</id><published>2010-12-30T11:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T11:32:48.363-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T11:32:48.363-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema tragicômico" /><title /><summary type="html">eu costumava ser professortentei ensinar redaçãotentei ensinar literaturatentei ensinar gramáticatentei ensinar ortografiatentei ensinar perdãoninguém aprendeu nada&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/XoMHysF5N3g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/4002928349092209381/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=4002928349092209381&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4002928349092209381?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4002928349092209381?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/XoMHysF5N3g/eu-costumava-ser-professor-tentei.html" title="" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2010/12/eu-costumava-ser-professor-tentei.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUCSH0yfyp7ImA9Wx5XEU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-5673069565220157627</id><published>2010-09-10T10:06:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T10:11:09.397-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-10T10:11:09.397-03:00</app:edited><title>desabafo</title><summary type="html">nas minhas tentativas desesperadas de não ser eu mesmoacabei me tornando algo que não quero pra ninguéme que ninguém quer pra mim ou pra sicorro atrás de algo que não me suportae que talvez não suporte eumas acho que deveria tentar para ser talvez o que soue deixar esse bocado de máscaras que visto com os mais diversos finsser eu mesmo dói, atrapalha e assustahá muito não posto nada aquihá muito &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/NvoLYlWJbxg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/5673069565220157627/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=5673069565220157627&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5673069565220157627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5673069565220157627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/NvoLYlWJbxg/desabafo.html" title="desabafo" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2010/09/desabafo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkYDQXk9cCp7ImA9WxVUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-3682820221968527535</id><published>2009-03-19T20:07:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:09:30.768-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T20:09:30.768-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title /><summary type="html">acorda o poetamais nublado que manhãs curitibanasnenhum devaneio a registrarnenhum verso a escrever&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/AIX6FGVc1RM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/3682820221968527535/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=3682820221968527535&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/3682820221968527535?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/3682820221968527535?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/AIX6FGVc1RM/acorda-o-poeta-mais-nublado-que-as.html" title="" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2009/03/acorda-o-poeta-mais-nublado-que-as.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcCRXY4cCp7ImA9WxVUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-5067715075645332630</id><published>2009-03-19T20:07:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:07:44.838-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T20:07:44.838-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>Poesia</title><summary type="html">Agonia do signopendendo entre o dicionárioe todo o resto&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/1LPTyPKcN_Y" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/5067715075645332630/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=5067715075645332630&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5067715075645332630?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5067715075645332630?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/1LPTyPKcN_Y/poesia.html" title="Poesia" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2009/03/poesia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0QAQ3o9eip7ImA9WxVUF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-8280792233430972231</id><published>2009-03-19T20:05:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T21:49:02.462-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T21:49:02.462-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema tragicômico" /><title /><summary type="html">Se te fizesse um poema, me amarias?Não.Se te trouxesse flores, me amarias?Não.Se te amasse a carne, me amarias?Não.Se não te amasse como amo, me amarias?...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/xOZOdnadtpo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/8280792233430972231/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=8280792233430972231&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/8280792233430972231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/8280792233430972231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/xOZOdnadtpo/se-te-fizesse-um-poema-me-amarias-nao.html" title="" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-te-fizesse-um-poema-me-amarias-nao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4GQ309fip7ImA9WxVUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-8337538095964367998</id><published>2009-03-19T20:03:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:05:22.366-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T20:05:22.366-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="d'outrem" /><title>Citação</title><summary type="html">Frase proferida pelo Prof. Dr. Édison José da Costa em aula na UFPR:"O casamento, a vida comum, só na gramática é um nós"&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/3z8fJ2Ng0LU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/8337538095964367998/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=8337538095964367998&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/8337538095964367998?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/8337538095964367998?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/3z8fJ2Ng0LU/citacao.html" title="Citação" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2009/03/citacao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YFR3w6cCp7ImA9WxRQEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-3795676515758546113</id><published>2008-10-04T01:35:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T01:38:36.218-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-04T01:38:36.218-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto" /><title /><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/YN1PHWuxxsE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/3795676515758546113/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=3795676515758546113&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/3795676515758546113?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/3795676515758546113?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/YN1PHWuxxsE/blog-post.html" title="" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AT-Dgu2aAyg/SObzOB56aOI/AAAAAAAAAJw/YpMIWzCLwgw/s72-c/gorila%2Bcomputer.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIGQ34zcSp7ImA9WxRRFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-4744078724100121863</id><published>2008-09-27T02:14:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T01:28:42.089-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-29T01:28:42.089-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="foto" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="crítica" /><title>"I want to believe"</title><summary type="html">I realy want...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/GQ2WFEAkBHw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/4744078724100121863/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=4744078724100121863&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4744078724100121863?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4744078724100121863?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/GQ2WFEAkBHw/i-want-to-belive.html" title="&quot;I want to believe&quot;" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AT-Dgu2aAyg/SOBZX7uImhI/AAAAAAAAAJg/spM_0DoDl4M/s72-c/I_want_to_believe.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-want-to-belive.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQXo8fCp7ImA9WxdRGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-1696920606878841631</id><published>2008-06-09T01:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T02:07:10.474-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-09T02:07:10.474-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema tragicômico" /><title>homo sapiens</title><summary type="html">sou um sapo!desmetaforizado:sapo saponão há beijo que me trasforme em príncipesou coisa em si:SAPO!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/uqUeXkYME6A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>8</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/06/sapo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcBQ3w8fip7ImA9WxdRE0Q.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-1717672473640919103</id><published>2008-06-02T04:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T05:07:32.276-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-02T05:07:32.276-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>Juntos</title><summary type="html">nessa brincadeira de tentar fazer do outroa pessoa mais feliz do mundodescobriram-seirremediavelmente viciadosem sorrisosem beijosem carícias...quando se deram contaum era a parte mais importante do outroe sendo assim um sóbeberam dessa pequena morte até a exaustãotornando-se ambos a pessoa mais feliz do mundo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/ttBITGckB_I" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/1717672473640919103/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=1717672473640919103&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/1717672473640919103?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/1717672473640919103?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/ttBITGckB_I/juntos.html" title="Juntos" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/06/juntos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDR3o9fCp7ImA9WxdSF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-386401390738312059</id><published>2008-05-26T01:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T01:44:36.464-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-05-26T01:44:36.464-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>amando</title><summary type="html">mulher,teu corpo me prendeteu coração me liberta&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/3vfJLQDSg8U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/386401390738312059/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=386401390738312059&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/386401390738312059?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/386401390738312059?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/3vfJLQDSg8U/amando.html" title="amando" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/05/amando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IHRng4fSp7ImA9WxZbFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-5424787520562213955</id><published>2008-04-20T02:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T02:32:17.635-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-20T02:32:17.635-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto" /><title>enigmas</title><summary type="html">ao avistar a Esfinge, um tremendo trapaceirosabendo de seus famosos enigmas,antes que ela pudesse falar, tascou:–Devora-me ou te decifro!a pobre Esfinge ficou confusa,e o trapaceiro a devorou...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/YiH8ignPrCI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/5424787520562213955/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=5424787520562213955&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5424787520562213955?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/5424787520562213955?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/YiH8ignPrCI/enigmas.html" title="enigmas" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/04/enigmas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQGSHw4eSp7ImA9WxZVGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-6712709160591172169</id><published>2008-03-30T02:01:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T02:02:09.231-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-30T02:02:09.231-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>o conto de fadas mais rápido do mundo!</title><summary type="html">é você, disse o rapazsim sou eu, ela respondeue foram felizes para sempre, disse o narrador&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/RmKiwXQOvC8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/6712709160591172169/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=6712709160591172169&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6712709160591172169?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6712709160591172169?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/RmKiwXQOvC8/o-conto-de-fadas-mais-rpido-do-mundo.html" title="o conto de fadas mais rápido do mundo!" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/03/o-conto-de-fadas-mais-rpido-do-mundo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkIGQHo5fyp7ImA9WxZWF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-281104402321313104</id><published>2008-03-16T23:08:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T23:22:01.427-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-16T23:22:01.427-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>de flores e poetas</title><summary type="html">menina-flor chegou no verãoconsigo trazia a primaveramuitas flores e vida nova ao poeta invernalse o poeta chorasse, chorariase pudesse apenas fazer as estações pararem...viver essa primavera como se fosse eternacomo se não fossem a vida, as flores e as estações passageiras...pode apenas sonhar o poeta com flores eternase viver a primavera como se nada houvesse alémgraças dá o poeta pois que há &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/SN8NvTgU9KQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/281104402321313104/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=281104402321313104&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/281104402321313104?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/281104402321313104?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/SN8NvTgU9KQ/de-flores-e-poetas.html" title="de flores e poetas" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/03/de-flores-e-poetas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8DR3o7eCp7ImA9WxZRF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-837898639868794705</id><published>2008-02-10T19:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T05:27:56.400-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-11T05:27:56.400-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="metalinguagem" /><title>dangerosíssima conversa</title><summary type="html">por que insisto em conversar contigo, carlos?você vem com essa voz fanhosa[de poeta mortoe, insensível para comigo,[sempre me faz lembrarnão quero lembrar, carlos!não vê que quando lembro bebo, fumo, choro e desespero?porra, carlos!me diga algo algum dia que não[me lembre nada, carlosnão é pra sofrer mais que falo[contigo, ou é?vens com essa lua, esse conhaque e me bota comovido como o diabo!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/ANZ1qD1SSU8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/837898639868794705/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=837898639868794705&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/837898639868794705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/837898639868794705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/ANZ1qD1SSU8/por-que-insisto-em-conversar-contigo.html" title="dangerosíssima conversa" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AT-Dgu2aAyg/R69y4nbz5GI/AAAAAAAAAJI/5_lt3vqBeic/s72-c/drummond_crian%C3%A7a.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/02/por-que-insisto-em-conversar-contigo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A08CSHg7eCp7ImA9WxZRFk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-1291092867359559397</id><published>2008-02-10T05:49:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T05:51:09.600-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T05:51:09.600-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>pequena morte</title><summary type="html">se tiveres coragemme mate agorase nãote vas e me deixe em paztodos já sabem nossos segredose o que era novo ficou pra trásentão me deixe sóou me mate de uma vez&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/LU0WgON2dto" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/1291092867359559397/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=1291092867359559397&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/1291092867359559397?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/1291092867359559397?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/LU0WgON2dto/pequena-morte.html" title="pequena morte" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/02/pequena-morte.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UFQns4fip7ImA9WxZRFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-599183863230402463</id><published>2008-02-10T02:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T02:53:33.536-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-10T02:53:33.536-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>Ego sum</title><summary type="html">atiraram no meu carteiro!podia ser o maldito leiteiro,que traz leite bom pra gente ruim,quase não bebo leite mesmo...ao menos não foi no entregador do mercadinhocomo passaria sem meu vinho noturno?podiam atirar no meu vizinhoque vizinhos tenho de montesó sei que minha encomenda não chega...por certo pela morte do carteiro...mas minha encomenda não chega!podia o correrio ser ágil e substituí-lo &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/VH-q9Xr1IO8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/599183863230402463/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=599183863230402463&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/599183863230402463?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/599183863230402463?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/VH-q9Xr1IO8/ego-sum.html" title="Ego sum" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/02/ego-sum.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMNQXw6eyp7ImA9WxZSEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-4287200957109762243</id><published>2008-01-24T05:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T05:41:30.213-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-24T05:41:30.213-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto" /><title>megalomania</title><summary type="html">–Quem você pensa que é? Ponha-se no seu lugar!–Tens razão!–Onde vais?–Ao topo do mundo, ora essa!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/6ygalhXh15s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/4287200957109762243/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=4287200957109762243&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4287200957109762243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/4287200957109762243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/6ygalhXh15s/megalomania.html" title="megalomania" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/01/megalomania.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEEQ3czeCp7ImA9WxZSEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-2960324060893095497</id><published>2008-01-24T03:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T03:30:02.980-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-24T03:30:02.980-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>pai</title><summary type="html">às vezes deito na cama e não sou eu na camaé meu pai deitadocada dia que passa, mais parecido com eleas mesmas dores nas pernaso mesmo cheiro de cigarrosinto até suas pontadas no peitochagas antigas de uma vida mal vivida&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/LjjxUuqpA6M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/2960324060893095497/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=2960324060893095497&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/2960324060893095497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/2960324060893095497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/LjjxUuqpA6M/pai.html" title="pai" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/01/pai.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQMQn8_cCp7ImA9WxZRFUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-6873403788527624822</id><published>2008-01-16T04:31:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T16:39:43.148-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-09T16:39:43.148-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conto" /><title>a pedra</title><summary type="html">encontrou certa vez no caminho uma pedrauma pedra que lhe pareceu diferente de todas as outrasnão que não tivesse aspecto de pedranem cor de pedratinha peso de pedra, textura de pedraera uma pedramas que lhe pareceu diferentepor ser ela uma pedra diferentedecidiu levá-la consigotarefa árdua, pedra pesa nas costasmas como estava decidido levou-alevou aquela pedra consigo no caminho sob o olhar &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/mCy1mLGXDJY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/6873403788527624822/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=6873403788527624822&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6873403788527624822?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6873403788527624822?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/mCy1mLGXDJY/pedra.html" title="a pedra" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2008/01/pedra.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUEQHYzfSp7ImA9WB9bGUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-269195136293713266</id><published>2007-12-28T14:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T16:50:01.885-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-29T16:50:01.885-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title>amor e seu tempo</title><summary type="html">não há nada novo a ser ditocada palavra, cada frasefoi dita um milhão de vezestá tudo no google,o grande oráculo,nenhuma palavra de amoré originalnem sinceracada tipo de amoré só uma faceta diferentede uma mesma vaidademorte a todos os poetasaos bêbados e aos loucosamar no século XXIé uma carruagem do século XIX&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/KAC5TuqHyf0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/269195136293713266/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=269195136293713266&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/269195136293713266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/269195136293713266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/KAC5TuqHyf0/amor-e-seu-tempo.html" title="amor e seu tempo" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AT-Dgu2aAyg/R3Uqn_L5BCI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/UapglORJSSc/s72-c/picles_carruagem.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2007/12/amor-e-seu-tempo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DRng7cCp7ImA9WB9bEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-7621690980284949749</id><published>2007-12-21T04:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T04:34:37.608-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-21T04:34:37.608-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="letra" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="d'outrem" /><title>agridoce</title><summary type="html">Excepcionalmente um texto não meu que, pela beleza, tornou-se exceção:AGRIDOCEPato FuPor que você às vezesSe faz de ruim?Tenta me convencerQue não mereço viverQue não presto, enfimSaio em segredoVocê nem vai notarE assim sem despedidaSaio de sua vidaTão espetacularE ao chegar lá foraDirei que fui emboraE que o mundo já pode se acabarPois tudo mais que existeSó faz lembrar que o tristeEstá em todo&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/oPGFBGA0j-s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/7621690980284949749/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=7621690980284949749&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/7621690980284949749?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/7621690980284949749?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/oPGFBGA0j-s/agridoce.html" title="agridoce" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2007/12/agridoce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8NQHs6fip7ImA9WB9WE0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-6120584340331202477</id><published>2007-11-17T22:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T23:04:51.516-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-17T23:04:51.516-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><title /><summary type="html">esperança é superlativo de cansaço!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/OWEEqCd5PD0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/6120584340331202477/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=6120584340331202477&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6120584340331202477?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6120584340331202477?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/OWEEqCd5PD0/esperana-superlativo-de-cansao.html" title="" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://vilonices.blogspot.com/2007/11/esperana-superlativo-de-cansao.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NSX49fip7ImA9WB9QEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13851627.post-6049050481021291622</id><published>2007-10-21T19:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T19:58:18.066-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-21T19:58:18.066-02:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poema tragicômico" /><title>drummondiando</title><summary type="html">mundo mundo vasto mundose eu me chamasse raimundoao menos seria uma rima...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/vilonices/~4/Z03ejeKvRTM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://vilonices.blogspot.com/feeds/6049050481021291622/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13851627&amp;postID=6049050481021291622&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6049050481021291622?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13851627/posts/default/6049050481021291622?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/vilonices/~3/Z03ejeKvRTM/drummondiando.html" title="drummondiando" /><author><name>Claudio, o Vilão</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17201865143645735341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UZcaRW5r244/TpXQzFdsY6I/AAAAAAAABKc/8V_OezjV5FY/s220/stalone%2Bcover.jpg" 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