<?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-5808729</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:20.494-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho Noturno</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui é permitido sonhar ultrapassando os limites, bem vindos ao meu sonho.
 </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Danielle</name><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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109403910384540531</id><published>2004-09-01T08:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-09-01T08:45:03.846-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FechadoO blog está fechado para balanço por tempo indetermidado ... mas podem enviar e-mail  ;) ... bjs</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109403910384540531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109403910384540531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/09/fechado-o-blog-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109198932040913338</id><published>2004-08-08T15:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-08T15:22:00.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dia dos paisNo seu dia especial,lembro todo o amore confiança quevocê me dedicoua vida inteira. E se o tempo trazmudanças, umacoisa nunca muda:a profunda emoçãodentro do meucoração! Pai, eu amo você!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109198932040913338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109198932040913338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/08/dia-dos-pais-no-seu-dia-especial.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109171274164959474</id><published>2004-08-05T10:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T10:32:21.650-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SENTIMENTO REPRIMIDO.....É difícil dizer o que se passa dentro de cada imensidão ....Restou uma triste e enorme angustia de um dia ensolarado a ventanias...Parece que foi como o vento trouxe e levou deixando miséria poeiras que dificilmente a de tirar, por mais que limpamos sempre voltará, e se deixarmos estacionar permanecerá dentro de nós....Poderia dizer que foi uma coisa ruim, só para aliviar</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109171274164959474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109171274164959474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/08/sentimento-reprimido.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109138090372009727</id><published>2004-08-01T14:21:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-08-01T14:23:01.996-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GripePois é... ela me pegou mais uma vez...saco! já vi que vou passar a semana inteira assim :( tudo bem eu mereço né...bebi muito gelado ontem, deu no que deu =p Tenham uma ótima semana!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109138090372009727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109138090372009727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/08/gripe-pois-tima-semana.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109129167658287144</id><published>2004-07-31T13:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T13:34:36.583-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solteirar ou namorar? O que é melhor??????Últimamente tenho vivido nesse impasse....SOLTEIRAR:1. Beijar bocas diferentes a cada balada (ou na mesma);2. Viajar com os amigos, encher a cara e conversar com quem quiser sem ter que dar satisfação ou aturar cara feia;3. Cair na gandaia todas as noites e ficar antenado nas últimas tendências de estilos, músicas e lugares badaladinhos;4. Poder torrar </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109129167658287144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109129167658287144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/07/solteirar-ou-namorar-o-que-timo.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109080888179703998</id><published>2004-07-25T23:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:28:01.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cabelos?É bom mudar de vez em quando né... fiz mechas loiras no cabelo ficou lindo... =), bom pelo menos fiz sucesso na rua...hehehe ...boa semana!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109080888179703998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109080888179703998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/07/cabelos.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109069244944336861</id><published>2004-07-24T15:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T15:07:29.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hora MarcadaNascemos, crescemos e morremos muitas vezes sem perceber a influência que o tempo possui em nossas vidas. Estamos presos, algemados por nossos relógios de pulso, que comandam nosso lazer, ócio e labor. Desde pequenos, bebês recém-nascidos, somos ensinados a administrar o nosso dia: possuímos hora marcada para dormir, comer, trabalhar... tudo, sem exceções, é cronometrado, datado, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109069244944336861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109069244944336861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/07/hora-marcada-nascemos-crescemos-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109017162095164453</id><published>2004-07-18T14:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:27:00.950-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Domingo...Acho que gosto dos domingos. Pode-se dormir até tarde, ler um jornal que não acrescenta nada à existência de ninguém, olhar com mais cuidado o grande cachorro negro que dorme sobre o tapete, beber devagar o café. Fumar um cigarro sinceramente(essa é pra quem fuma). Depois, é o vazio. O telefone não toca, o banco não abre, o carteiro não vem, caminha-se pela casa, sem expectativas. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109017162095164453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109017162095164453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/07/domingo.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5808729.post-109011202611786529</id><published>2004-07-17T21:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2004-07-25T23:24:25.470-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Acabou!!Demorou, mas consegui sair daquela maldita Globo.com, foi sócancelar a droga da conta, que bloquearam meu acesso a tudo, até do blog que tenho lá, não deu tempo nem de avisar e colocar um link pra cá...saco!!! enfim, casa nova! :) beijos</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109011202611786529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5808729/posts/default/109011202611786529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sonhonoturno.blogspot.com/2004/07/acabou-demorou-mas-consegui-sair.html' title=''/><author><name>Danielle</name><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></entry></feed>
