<?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: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-1279582247459278779</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:12:30.263-08:00</updated><category term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Letras no Papel</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-7233700135567647581</id><published>2010-02-01T16:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:41:40.815-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejos'/><title type='text'>Meu mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Meu mundo é o momento em que saio de uma porta e entro em outra. Se tolos morrem por amor, então vamos sofrer com esta dor. Toda manhã será um beijo, toda tarde um abraço, toda noite mais um desejo. Uma vida com outra cor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-7233700135567647581?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/7233700135567647581/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=7233700135567647581' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/7233700135567647581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/7233700135567647581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2010/02/meu-mundo.html' title='Meu mundo'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-6993235553339569539</id><published>2010-01-20T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T12:03:47.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blow your cover</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo tá frio. Assim como ele, eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;'Eu quero você'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;'Hum, tanto faz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo tá frio. Assim como ele, eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Julga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;O tempo tá frio. Assim como eu. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-6993235553339569539?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6993235553339569539/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=6993235553339569539' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/6993235553339569539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/6993235553339569539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2010/01/blow-your-cover.html' title='Blow your cover'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-6161894229612481073</id><published>2010-01-18T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:08:22.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu preciso trocar o layout do meu blog, tá muito preto. Enquanto isso, tenho que atualizar os tópicos que escrevi em minha agenda. Muita coisa parada por lá e em outros cantos também.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-6161894229612481073?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/6161894229612481073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=6161894229612481073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/6161894229612481073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/6161894229612481073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2010/01/novo.html' title='Novo'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-4380321172264859871</id><published>2010-01-17T15:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:49:21.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideias desorganizadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dias atrás comecei a escutar uma música que falava do mundo, ai pensei em escrever uma sobre, sei lá, o outro lado do mundo. Me coloquei de violão na estória, nem ficou legal, mas a melodia ficou irônica. Tempos que não consigo isso, foi o nervoso de uma arma na cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Disso saiu isso:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Tentar enganar o mundo é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando se usa alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Tentar dar prazer ao homem é fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando se conquista o seu passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você já pode pecar...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas a melhor coisa da semana mesmo foi minha irmã e eu falando do povo que sempre usa a palavra 'depois' como desculpa e começamos a escrever algo também, mas paramos ao começarmos a brigar pelo nome da letra. Enfim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Me ofereça um cigarro, mas não confunda as coisas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Não faça da fumaça nosso sinal de paz'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;E sim? Meu documentário sai até a última semana de dezembro, depois posto a foto da arte do DVD aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;Boa semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-4380321172264859871?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/4380321172264859871/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=4380321172264859871' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/4380321172264859871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/4380321172264859871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2010/01/ideias-desorganizadas.html' title='Ideias desorganizadas'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-1665168750862783739</id><published>2010-01-01T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T18:33:53.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O primeiro de muitos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;É, eu andei sumido. Eu sei. Foi a angústia. A perda de um sonho, de alguém e de uma profissão. Mas enfim, passou. Passou. 2010 ótimo para todos. Que a meta de cada um chegue onde foi determinada sem abaixarmos nossas cabeças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;xero e abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-1665168750862783739?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/1665168750862783739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=1665168750862783739' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/1665168750862783739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/1665168750862783739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2010/01/o-primeiro-de-muitos.html' title='O primeiro de muitos'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1279582247459278779.post-8278643646181001484</id><published>2009-11-23T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T16:19:16.755-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;As coisas que vendo são novidades... há um coração roxo, um demônio partido, cicatrizes na alma e palavras de desejos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Eu apenas gosto quando você toca meu corpo e me trata bem'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Não pare o ritmo porque eu estou passando'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'A garota dos doces diz 'olá, olá, olá''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;'Fim da conversa em preto e branco' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1279582247459278779-8278643646181001484?l=letrasnopapel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/feeds/8278643646181001484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1279582247459278779&amp;postID=8278643646181001484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/8278643646181001484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1279582247459278779/posts/default/8278643646181001484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://letrasnopapel.blogspot.com/2009/11/esperando.html' title='Esperando...'/><author><name>Thulio Falcao</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05372043608618952381</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h9Y5wCAuRcs/SpffJXpu-TI/AAAAAAAAAGw/id62YqlvGeA/S220/02.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
