<?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-2941359886332995214</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:13:33.354-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devaneios de uma coruja</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941359886332995214/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ayandalla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12556245235077934418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TKUmdmBaJg/SpqSr7vHSBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bj9rYCpS7iE/S220/images.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-2941359886332995214.post-3432060933669983814</id><published>2009-09-27T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T17:32:10.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema feminino</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca teve&lt;br /&gt;Um sutiã meio furado,&lt;br /&gt;Um primo meio tarado,&lt;br /&gt;Ou um amigo meio viado? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca tomou&lt;br /&gt;Um fora de querer sumir,&lt;br /&gt;Um porre de cair&lt;br /&gt;Ou um lexotan para dormir?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca sonhou&lt;br /&gt;Com a sogra morta, estendida,&lt;br /&gt;Em ser muito feliz na vida&lt;br /&gt;Ou com uma lipo na barriga? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca pensou&lt;br /&gt;Em dar fim numa panela,&lt;br /&gt;Jogar os filhos pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Ou que a culpa era toda dela?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca penou&lt;br /&gt;Para ter a perna depilada,&lt;br /&gt;Para aturar uma empregada&lt;br /&gt;Ou para trabalhar menstruada? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca comeu&lt;br /&gt;Uma caixa de Bis, por ansiedade, Uma alface, no almoço, por vaidade&lt;br /&gt;Ou, um canalha por saudade?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca apertou&lt;br /&gt;O pé no sapato para caber,&lt;br /&gt;A barriga para emagrecer&lt;br /&gt;Ou um ursinho para não enlouquecer?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Que mulher nunca jurou&lt;br /&gt;Que não estava ao telefone,&lt;br /&gt;Que não pensa em silicone&lt;br /&gt;Que ‘dele’ não lembra nem o nome? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Só as mulheres para entenderem o significado deste poema!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos em uma época em que: &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Homem dando sopa,&lt;br /&gt;é apenas um homem distribuindo alimento aos pobres.’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Pior do que nunca achar o homem certo&lt;br /&gt;é viver pra sempre com o homem errado.’&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Mais vale um cara feio com você&lt;br /&gt;do que dois lindos se beijando.’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Se todo homem é igual, porque a gente escolhe tanto???’ &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;‘Príncipe encantado que nada… Bom mesmo é o lobo-mau!!&lt;br /&gt;Que te ouve melhor…&lt;br /&gt;Que te vê melhor…&lt;br /&gt;E ainda te come!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2941359886332995214-3432060933669983814?l=devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com/feeds/3432060933669983814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com/2009/09/poema-feminino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941359886332995214/posts/default/3432060933669983814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2941359886332995214/posts/default/3432060933669983814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://devaneiosdeumacoruja.blogspot.com/2009/09/poema-feminino.html' title='Poema feminino'/><author><name>Ayandalla</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12556245235077934418</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0TKUmdmBaJg/SpqSr7vHSBI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Bj9rYCpS7iE/S220/images.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
