<?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-6909871789705182185</id><updated>2012-01-09T08:46:25.803-03:00</updated><category term='harry potter'/><category term='vida'/><category term='recomeçar'/><category term='fan'/><category term='2011'/><category term='snape'/><category term='better place'/><category term='move on'/><category term='HP7'/><category term='forever'/><category term='metas'/><category term='dumbledore'/><category term='love'/><category term='bob marley'/><category term='better people'/><category term='i am legend'/><title type='text'>deep inside</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-2326329807037704194</id><published>2012-01-03T00:38:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T00:45:30.611-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para 2012...</title><content type='html'>...eu quero manter esse sentimento de ano novo bom. Quero sempre me lembrar que: eu possuo duas orelhas e uma boca e não o contrário; que esse ano, pra mim, será muito mais de crescimento espiritual e pessoal, mas, principalmente, que a palavra de ordem que eu escolhi foi: paciência. então é preciso lembrar também que junto dela vem a tolerância, seguida da generosidade e do perdão. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que 2012 seja ternamente intenso ou intensamente terno. e que eu me lembre disso nos melhores e piores momentos desses 366 dias que estão por vir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-2326329807037704194?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2326329807037704194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=2326329807037704194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/2326329807037704194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/2326329807037704194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2012/01/para-2012.html' title='Para 2012...'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-1927103028181602990</id><published>2011-12-19T22:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T22:17:23.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>next time</title><content type='html'>o tempo passa, mas tudo o que a gente consegue é aperfeiçoar a arte de fingir. todo dia a gente finge que está bem para evitar explicações, para evitar olhares de piedade e de reprovação, porque a gente tem sempre que estar bem. e enquanto a gente finge: que é feliz, que tudo está bem, que aquela conta pra pagar não existe e que o cachorro não comeu mais um sapato, eu vou continuar prometendo pra mim mesma: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Next time I'll be braver&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;br /&gt;When the thunder calls for me&lt;br /&gt;Next time I'll be braver&lt;br /&gt;I'll be my own savior&lt;br /&gt;Standing on my own two feet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2011, querido, você já deu tudo o que tinha que dar, porque simplesmente não abre a droga da porta, pega suas malinhas e se manda daqui?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-1927103028181602990?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/1927103028181602990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=1927103028181602990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/1927103028181602990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/1927103028181602990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/next-time.html' title='next time'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-2039870049743210869</id><published>2011-12-08T20:45:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T20:52:01.102-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sopro</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;Uma vez que as palavras são ditas, elas não podem ser retiradas. Um pedido de desculpa não apaga uma discussão. A vida não é um arquivo de Word, onde você pode simplesmente reescrever uma frase se ela não disse aquilo que você queria ou deletar um arquivo que não ficou tão bom assim. A sorte do Word é que o HD tem memória curta, enquanto o ser humano tem uma memória de elefante e altamente seletiva. Faça as coisas certas e as pessoas não notaram, mas faça algo de minimamente errado e tudo vem abaixo como uma pilha de cartas de baralho ao menor sinal de sopro. E a vida é isso, não? Um sopro. Uma vela acesa numa sala cheia de velas, que ao menor sinal de vento se apaga e o que você deixa pra trás? Quem você deixa pra trás? Quem você é?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align:justify"&gt;&lt;iframe width="480" height="274" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rLLzkLO8Sh4" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-2039870049743210869?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/2039870049743210869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=2039870049743210869' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/2039870049743210869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/2039870049743210869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2011/12/sopro.html' title='Sopro'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rLLzkLO8Sh4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-237666525484117156</id><published>2011-11-20T10:32:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:42:16.621-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pare de reclamar pelo amor de Deus</title><content type='html'>E você ai, reclamando da vida e dizendo que está sozinho nesse mundo. Levante a porra do seu rabo dessa cadeira e pare de reclamar agora. Grata.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/BewknNW2b8Y" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-237666525484117156?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/237666525484117156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=237666525484117156' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/237666525484117156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/237666525484117156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2011/11/pare-de-reclamar-pelo-amor-de-deus.html' title='Pare de reclamar pelo amor de Deus'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/BewknNW2b8Y/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-928636661785398060</id><published>2011-02-10T02:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-12T00:21:46.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Geração Y?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Geração Y: a geração que pensa rápido, que ama e deixa de amar mais rápido ainda, a geração que quer tudo pra ontem, porque agora não é o suficiente e amanhã está longe demais. Geração Y...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Geração Y é o caralho. O que eu vejo, quando eu olho pra minha geração, é um monte de gente solitária. Live the world as it is. Aham Cláudia, senta lá. Não posso dizer que somos todos inocentes e não sabíamos que as coisas funcionavam desse modo. A vida inteira fomos cercados por pistas do que crescer significava e de que a procura pelo &lt;i&gt;companheiro-da-vida-toda&lt;/i&gt; seria cheia de armadilhas e más impressões. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um exemplo claro é Sex and The City. O seriado é isso. Não são &lt;b&gt;só&lt;/b&gt; quatro amigas aproveitando o que tem de melhor e de pior em New York, são quatro amigas se ferrando, menos ou mais, até encontrar o maldito parceiro que vai preencher a porcaria do vazio ou que aprendem a lidar com a solidão da melhor maneira possível.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ponto aqui é: não interessa se você é a Samantha ou Carrie na sua vida, você vai se ferrar sim, tentando encontrar a porcaria da pessoa, porém a verdadeira questão não vai ser o quanto você vai se ferrar, mas vai ser descobrir, no final de tudo, se você aguenta o tranco até a linha de chegada e se, independente do resultado, você vai estar feliz com isso, porque tudo o que nós queremos é aquele amor do tempo dos nossos avós, daqueles que duram pra sempre até que a morte nos separe. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-928636661785398060?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/928636661785398060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=928636661785398060' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/928636661785398060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/928636661785398060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2011/02/geracao-y.html' title='Geração Y?'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-3242083106522599640</id><published>2010-12-11T22:22:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T22:25:36.767-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumbledore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='HP7'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snape'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forever'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='harry potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>with love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;“I have spied for you and lied for you put myself in mortal danger for you. Everything was supposed to be to keep Lily Potter’s son safe. Now you tell me you have been raising him like a pig for slaughter—”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“but this is touching, Serverus,” said Dumbledore seriously. “Have you grown to care for the boy, after all?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“For him” shouted Snape. “Expecto Patronum!”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From the tip of his wand burst the silver doe: She landed on the office floor, bounded once across the office, and soared out of the window. Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape and his eyes were full of tears. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“After all this time?”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;“Always” said Snape&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From Harry Potter and The Deathly Hallows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no more. =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-3242083106522599640?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/3242083106522599640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=3242083106522599640' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/3242083106522599640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/3242083106522599640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2010/12/with-love.html' title='with love'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-7881283867436006598</id><published>2010-12-07T18:26:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:33:29.818-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better people'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob marley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='i am legend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='better place'/><title type='text'>three little birds</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"...he had this idea, it was kind of a virologist's idea. he believed that you could cure racism and hate. literally cure it...by injecting music and love into people's lives. one day, he was scheduled to perform at a peace rally. gunmen came to his house and shot him down. two days later, he walked out on that stage and sang. somebody asked him why. he said, ''The people who are trying to make this world worse are not taking a day off. How can l?'' light up the darkness."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e precisa dizer mais? Bob era um gênio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-7881283867436006598?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/7881283867436006598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=7881283867436006598' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/7881283867436006598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/7881283867436006598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2010/12/three-little-birds.html' title='three little birds'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-4164432846756162794</id><published>2010-12-07T01:37:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T01:51:15.713-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vida'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='move on'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='metas'/><title type='text'>step out</title><content type='html'>it's december, the year had come and gone in the blink of an eye... e eu não sei o que fazer. ouvi que "a vida é feita de metas" hoje. não foi pra mim, mas essa frase ficou na minha cabeça all day long e depois de ouvi-la pensei: 2011, querido, o que &lt;b&gt;diabos&lt;/b&gt; eu vou fazer com você? acho que tá na hora de colocar algumas coisas no papel e fazer acontecer. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;p.s: era uma vez um post sobre um filme que eu vi hoje, mas que vai ficar pra próxima. nem só de besteiras e surtos viverá este blog. i swear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/6909871789705182185-4164432846756162794?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/4164432846756162794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=4164432846756162794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/4164432846756162794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/4164432846756162794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2010/12/step-out.html' title='step out'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6909871789705182185.post-6201047794267665899</id><published>2010-12-05T04:03:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T04:06:49.446-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recomeçar'/><title type='text'>first steps</title><content type='html'>como uma criança dando os primeiros passos, vou reabrir a casa aos poucos. um cantinho de cada vez, primeiro uma faxina, uma cara nova, depois, quem sabe, um conteúdo sobre a única coisa que eu conheço (e desconheço) até hoje: eu mesma. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6909871789705182185-6201047794267665899?l=dentrelinhas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/feeds/6201047794267665899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6909871789705182185&amp;postID=6201047794267665899' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/6201047794267665899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6909871789705182185/posts/default/6201047794267665899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dentrelinhas.blogspot.com/2010/12/first-steps.html' title='first steps'/><author><name>Leila</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14250582475507550040</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_I5atBZBPiPc/R91ksjBWluI/AAAAAAAAACw/pg-Dbqvg4Os/S220/leila.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
