<?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-4215338545400593933</id><updated>2011-07-08T00:09:05.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>**Gleice Sousa**</title><subtitle type='html'>...e em td o q eu faço existe um pq 
Eu sei q eu nasci,sei que eu nasci pra saber,Pra saber o q
E fui andando sem pensar em mudar 
E sem ligar para o que me aconteceu 
Um belo dia vou lhe telefonar
Pra lhe dizer que aquele sonho cresceu No ar que eu respiro 
Eu sinto o prazer de ser quem eu sou, 
De estar onde estou ..Agora só falta você...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gleicesousa.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215338545400593933/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gleicesousa.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gleice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174212013322322309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9s_RpY5odI/SxHngXfPXjI/AAAAAAAAALg/jyNRIg-FRpA/S220/lucky.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4215338545400593933.post-980429843894728410</id><published>2010-09-02T18:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T18:11:18.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bilhete</title><content type='html'>(Ivan Lins e Vitor Martins)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei o teu prato, tranquei o meu quarto Bebi teu licor&lt;br /&gt;Arrumei a sala, já fiz tua mala Pus no corredor&lt;br /&gt;Eu limpei minha vida, te tirei do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Te tirei das entranhas Fiz um tipo de aborto&lt;br /&gt;E por fim nosso caso acabou-se, está morto&lt;br /&gt;Jogue a cópia da chave por debaixo da porta&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra não ter motivo De pensar numa volta&lt;br /&gt;Fique junto dos teus Boa sorte, adeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4215338545400593933-980429843894728410?l=gleicesousa.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215338545400593933/posts/default/980429843894728410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4215338545400593933/posts/default/980429843894728410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gleicesousa.blogspot.com/2010/09/ta-dificil-rs.html' title='Bilhete'/><author><name>Gleice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17174212013322322309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_L9s_RpY5odI/SxHngXfPXjI/AAAAAAAAALg/jyNRIg-FRpA/S220/lucky.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
