<?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-1539911638756594376</id><updated>2011-10-06T04:27:39.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pobres Rimas</title><subtitle type='html'>Por Victor Ramos</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1539911638756594376/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Victor Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065747177607594959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539911638756594376.post-2350708052774956769</id><published>2008-04-06T10:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T10:22:10.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>coisas que eu ouvi por aí e não me esqueci</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"era pra ser bom&lt;br /&gt;pra você gostar&lt;br /&gt;de caixa de bombom&lt;br /&gt;e de concha do mar"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065747177607594959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539911638756594376.post-5265997919541172583</id><published>2008-01-09T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:52:16.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema da Permissão Não Concedida</title><content type='html'>Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto ir à festa de aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Já estou crescida&lt;br /&gt;Não estou mais no berçário&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ficar recolhida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Já estou quase adulta&lt;br /&gt;Pra você ver&lt;br /&gt;Se saísse com teu carro&lt;br /&gt;Levaria menos multa que você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ir&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo vai&lt;br /&gt;A Pri, a Dani, a Gabi e a Tai&lt;br /&gt;Até a Rô, filha da Nair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Tire a maldade&lt;br /&gt;De dentro do coração.&lt;br /&gt;Me Deixar aqui&lt;br /&gt;É muita crueldade, sim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe,&lt;br /&gt;Com minha idade&lt;br /&gt;Se em casa eu ficar&lt;br /&gt;Terei que me vingar&lt;br /&gt;E me entregarei a promiscuidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, minha mãe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1539911638756594376-5265997919541172583?l=pobresrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/5265997919541172583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1539911638756594376&amp;postID=5265997919541172583' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1539911638756594376/posts/default/5265997919541172583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1539911638756594376/posts/default/5265997919541172583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/poema-da-permisso-no-concedida.html' title='Poema da Permissão Não Concedida'/><author><name>Victor Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065747177607594959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539911638756594376.post-8686373328044873058</id><published>2008-01-02T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T19:50:08.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>“O amor é uma dor”</title><content type='html'>Namoraram&lt;br /&gt;E apesar de tudo:&lt;br /&gt;Casaram-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ainda sorria&lt;br /&gt;Pois achou que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Algo mudaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pressionava&lt;br /&gt;E ele permanecia mudo:&lt;br /&gt;Cansaram-se&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ela partiu&lt;br /&gt;E ele sentiu a pior dor que alguém pode sentir:&lt;br /&gt;Descobrir que ama alguém.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1539911638756594376-8686373328044873058?l=pobresrimas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/feeds/8686373328044873058/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1539911638756594376&amp;postID=8686373328044873058' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1539911638756594376/posts/default/8686373328044873058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1539911638756594376/posts/default/8686373328044873058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pobresrimas.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-amor-uma-dor.html' title='“O amor é uma dor”'/><author><name>Victor Ramos</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04065747177607594959</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1539911638756594376.post-8095645291360312352</id><published>2007-12-25T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T07:15:08.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1977</title><content type='html'>Casada com Roberto &lt;br /&gt;Marília era uma esposa exemplar&lt;br /&gt;Lavava, passava, cozinhava&lt;br /&gt;E a noite, punha-se a tear.&lt;br /&gt;                                    &lt;br /&gt;Por sua vez&lt;br /&gt;Roberto, em sua mesquinhez&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhava o dia inteiro&lt;br /&gt;E em casa esquecia da vida em frente à TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dessa união vazia&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu a Maria&lt;br /&gt;E em sua infância solitária&lt;br /&gt;Apenas assistia a tristeza de sua mãe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insatisfeita, queixava-se com sua filha.&lt;br /&gt;Que a tudo ouvia e nada dizia&lt;br /&gt;Sem alguém perceber&lt;br /&gt;Ódio por seu pai crescia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Minha filha, seu pai não presta!&lt;br /&gt;Por causa dele, sou tão sozinha”&lt;br /&gt;“Minha filha, seu pai é tão cruel&lt;br /&gt;Desconfio que seja um homem infiel"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após tanto lamento,&lt;br /&gt;Xingamento e sofrimento.&lt;br /&gt;Seu pai tornou-se um desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Distante e eterno inimigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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