<?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-2357734416584991261</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:27:30.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romilton Leite</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357734416584991261/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>romilton leite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899105243248043498</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>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357734416584991261.post-6005614841955782973</id><published>2008-06-13T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:59:16.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ame alguem.</title><content type='html'>seus olhos brilha, como uma estrela na escuridã0.&lt;br /&gt;meu corasão bate forte, louco para ti amar.&lt;br /&gt;me deixe seu indereso, qur eu vou te encontra.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357734416584991261-6005614841955782973?l=romiltonleite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/feeds/6005614841955782973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357734416584991261&amp;postID=6005614841955782973' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357734416584991261/posts/default/6005614841955782973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357734416584991261/posts/default/6005614841955782973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/2008/06/ame-alguem.html' title='ame alguem.'/><author><name>romilton leite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899105243248043498</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357734416584991261.post-7311485069447430408</id><published>2008-06-13T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:40:15.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hstória Real</title><content type='html'>O livro Feliz Ano Velho, de Marcelo Rubens Paivas conta a sua propia história de  quando era músico. Em um passeio, ele estava bêbado quando pulou em um rio, batendo a cabeça em uma pedra. Foi socorrido pelas pessoas que estavam no local.&lt;br /&gt;Chegando no hospital foi socorrido pelos médicos na emergência, onde ele ficou em coma por algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ele acordou, não tinha a noção do que estava vivendo. Ele passou por várias cirurgias e acabou ficando paralítico, foi afetada a sua coluna vertebral.&lt;br /&gt;Ele pasou a ser dependente dos médicos e dos seus familiares. Mas ele não queria encarar essa situação em que ia viver.&lt;br /&gt;No decorer do tempo que ele estava vivendo no hospital, eie passou a escrever sua história, a história de amigos e também a história de seus familiares.&lt;br /&gt;Ele teve muitos momentos bastantes legais com sua familia e seus colegas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357734416584991261-7311485069447430408?l=romiltonleite.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/feeds/7311485069447430408/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357734416584991261&amp;postID=7311485069447430408' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357734416584991261/posts/default/7311485069447430408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357734416584991261/posts/default/7311485069447430408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://romiltonleite.blogspot.com/2008/06/hstria-real.html' title='Hstória Real'/><author><name>romilton leite</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05899105243248043498</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>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
