<?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-6353239734310059459</id><updated>2011-07-08T02:24:09.684-07:00</updated><category term='amor'/><category term='sentidos'/><category term='fantasia'/><title type='text'>Amor de Amar</title><subtitle type='html'>Algumas palavras sobre este sentimento tão nobre que ninguém explica, mas que os poetas não deixam de tentar...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link 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luz&lt;br /&gt;que nunca visitei,&lt;br /&gt;mas guardei pra você.&lt;br /&gt;Pois ao te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;saberia ser só tua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina, ainda leve&lt;br /&gt;flutuaria nas brumas dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;para o enlevo de teu beijo&lt;br /&gt;que, já sei, nasce novo como cada manhã.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina, que seria tua,&lt;br /&gt;deitaria todo meu amor&lt;br /&gt;sob uma seda invisível de teu desejo&lt;br /&gt;para ter no corpo&lt;br /&gt;a sensação que tem o chão&lt;br /&gt;quando o sol lhe acaricia.&lt;br /&gt;Aí então, abriria-se o pente&lt;br /&gt;como pétalas douradas&lt;br /&gt;que tem em seu perfume&lt;br /&gt;os doces ventos primaveris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, a menina não mais minha,&lt;br /&gt;sairia do chão&lt;br /&gt;para pousar morna&lt;br /&gt;sob o peso dos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;que é como o reino tão sonhado&lt;br /&gt;que saberia, então, existir.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Perco-me em cada orla de teu corpo nu&lt;br /&gt;Vadio menino por este imenso Azul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entrego desejos e palavras&lt;br /&gt;Construo minha casa em teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Encontro minha morada ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Faço do teu corpo meu espaço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou pele, olhos e boca.&lt;br /&gt;Não há troca, mas entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Me pega, sabendo que sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Me leva... o vôo também é meu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-7312704820257024348?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7312704820257024348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=7312704820257024348' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;os dias não eram perfeitos. haviam contas para pagar, decisões a serem tomadas. haviam prazos, demandas, responsabilidades.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;brigávamos em algumas horas, noutras corríamos um do outro para o universo próprio que cada um tem em seu lar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;porém, quando, deitada na cama, suas mãos tocavam seu seios tudo era perfeito. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;eu não era nada senão seu amante. o tempo era a imobilidade do vento que esqueceu de soprar. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;aquilo era eterno e atemporal.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;ali, deitada como uma musa, ela me tinha a contemplá-la. ela sabia que eu jamais poderia livrar-me do desejo de ver tal milagre outra vez. e usava todo meu desejo a seu favor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;suas mãos eram damas do seu próprio prazer. enquanto sentia meu peito pleno de enlevo e meus olhos cegos de qualquer outra imagem...&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-7427437313506344722?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/7427437313506344722/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=7427437313506344722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/7427437313506344722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/7427437313506344722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/11/normal.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-6418689248777970865</id><published>2009-10-07T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:56:16.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Te amo...</title><content type='html'>Te amo...&lt;br /&gt;como sempre,&lt;br /&gt;desde sempre,&lt;br /&gt;para sempre...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-6418689248777970865?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/6418689248777970865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=6418689248777970865' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/6418689248777970865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/6418689248777970865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/10/te-amo.html' title='Te amo...'/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-8553874332866465588</id><published>2009-05-18T13:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T13:09:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial,helvetica;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A todo o momento o vejo...&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo... a única ilha&lt;br /&gt;No oceano do meu desejo..."&lt;br /&gt;Do Poema Erótico, de Manoel Bandeira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-8553874332866465588?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-374095695738817009</id><published>2009-04-23T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T06:01:08.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>São suaves meus passos pela areia&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o sentimento que tenho por você&lt;br /&gt;Sob meus pés ouço o som macio&lt;br /&gt;De pequenas conchas que se chocam&lt;br /&gt;Como o que apenas eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Quando teus olhos acertam os meus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As conchas, que já foram inteiras,&lt;br /&gt;Agora perdem-se pelas marés&lt;br /&gt;Com elas vão meus pensamentos teus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mar é uma amplidão sem medida&lt;br /&gt;Nele faz-se um mergulho de vidas&lt;br /&gt;Ali também submerjo meu Amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que o Sol, num dia azul,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez traga-o de volta&lt;br /&gt;Sem nenhuma lógica&lt;br /&gt;Apenas porque assim as coisas seguem...&lt;br /&gt;Naturalmente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-374095695738817009?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/374095695738817009/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=374095695738817009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/374095695738817009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/374095695738817009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/sao-suaves-meus-passos-pela-areia-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-581627741560164665</id><published>2009-04-09T23:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T23:01:46.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Meus dedos transam palavras de amor&lt;br /&gt;Já não me canso e se balanço não é de dor&lt;br /&gt;Meu corpo busca um caminho,um carinho&lt;br /&gt;Um prazer tão intenso e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Que talvez nunca acabe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espero, um dia, ver a mulher&lt;br /&gt;Com o fogo do Sol e o brilho da Lua&lt;br /&gt;Me mirar, com estrelas no olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E dizer que sim, ela me quer&lt;br /&gt;Com o desejo de uma mulher...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-581627741560164665?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/581627741560164665/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=581627741560164665' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/581627741560164665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/581627741560164665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/meus-dedos-transam-palavras-de-amor-ja.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-4610432954244094191</id><published>2009-04-09T22:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T22:55:16.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>penso, penso, penso&lt;br /&gt;e sempre acabo em você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-4610432954244094191?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4610432954244094191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=4610432954244094191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/4610432954244094191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/4610432954244094191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/penso-penso-penso-e-sempre-acabo-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-8829175133911013124</id><published>2009-04-05T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:38:09.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Claro que não sabes o quanto és para mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas de todas as coisas, és uma peça tão presente&lt;br /&gt;Que meu coração dói na tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O oceano agora é a estrada que nos separa&lt;br /&gt;Mas se meus olhos puderem sempre contemplá-la&lt;br /&gt;Terei sorrisos nos lábios de menino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo todas as tonalidade que tens&lt;br /&gt;E já não sei como sou sem você&lt;br /&gt;Agrada-me pensar que você lembra de mim&lt;br /&gt;Amo pensar que temos amor um pelo outro&lt;br /&gt;E não há nada entre nós senão este desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Menina Macia, receba de mim o desaguar de algo puro&lt;br /&gt;Uma vontade de homem em ter teu prazer&lt;br /&gt;E vê-la morrer de tesão sobre meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Eu te quero, como sempre, como nunca&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida deve ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-8829175133911013124?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/8829175133911013124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=8829175133911013124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/8829175133911013124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/8829175133911013124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/claro-que-nao-sabes-o-quanto-es-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-4607473876492463588</id><published>2009-04-05T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:22:15.038-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"O que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;O mundo está ao contrário e ninguém reparou&lt;br /&gt;O que está acontecendo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava em paz quando você chegou"&lt;br /&gt;Nando Reis em &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relicário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-4607473876492463588?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/4607473876492463588/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6353239734310059459&amp;postID=4607473876492463588' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/4607473876492463588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6353239734310059459/posts/default/4607473876492463588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-esta-acontecendo-o-mundo-esta-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lucas De Nardi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04426967373411195765</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-2872351934496949960</id><published>2008-08-24T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:22:11.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O coração é um mar agitado&lt;br /&gt;É um rio de desvios&lt;br /&gt;Navio de homens mareados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dele sofro calado&lt;br /&gt;Pra depois gostar ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Amar por sofrer de tanto prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo coisas inauditas&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é simples achar sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Para compreender o que no coração é dito&lt;br /&gt;E nem sempre acha-se águas claras&lt;br /&gt;Para o desaguar de emoções límpidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho no peito esta flor bela&lt;br /&gt;Branca, rosa, lilás e amarela&lt;br /&gt;Com miríades de aveludadas pétalas&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes a vislumbro&lt;br /&gt;Tão profundo quanto um asceta&lt;br /&gt;Noutras vezes sou amante&lt;br /&gt;Então é ela quem me leva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho no coração o meu melhor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho nele tudo que em mim é grande&lt;br /&gt;É forte e bonito&lt;br /&gt;Sou no coração meus melhores esforços&lt;br /&gt;Para ser alguém melhor&lt;br /&gt;Para ser amável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para ser alguém que ama&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-2872351934496949960?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2872351934496949960/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_RdL3Umtl0uU/TEO42H3L3KI/AAAAAAAABbc/Xqy8Z61heq8/S220/Sombra.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6353239734310059459.post-2926543725670830738</id><published>2008-08-24T21:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T21:20:59.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Ah, eu quero te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Que o instante de te ver&lt;br /&gt;Custou tanto penar&lt;br /&gt;Não vou me arrepender&lt;br /&gt;Só vim te convencer&lt;br /&gt;Que eu vim pra não morrer&lt;br /&gt;De tanto te esperar"&lt;br /&gt;Chico Buarque, em Sem Fantasia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6353239734310059459-2926543725670830738?l=amordeamar.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amordeamar.blogspot.com/feeds/2926543725670830738/comments/default' title='Postar 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