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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2enclosuresfull.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" xmlns:itunes="http://www.itunes.com/dtds/podcast-1.0.dtd" version="2.0"><channel><title>LENDA PESSOAL</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/LendaPessoal" /><description>Meu Submundo de Demônios...</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Thu, 06 Oct 2011 19:48:36 PDT</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger http://www.blogger.com</generator><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><feedburner:info xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" uri="lendapessoal" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><itunes:owner><itunes:email>noreply@blogger.com</itunes:email></itunes:owner><itunes:explicit>no</itunes:explicit><itunes:subtitle>Meu Submundo de Demônios...</itunes:subtitle><item><title>Envenenando a alma -.-</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/04/envenenando-alma.html</link><category>Poesia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Tue, 19 Apr 2011 20:00:34 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-6219161936395447883</guid><description>Ela só quer se libertar.
Nos tempos em que as tempestades invadem seu mundo, 
Libertar-se é tudo o que ela deseja. 
Seria fácil esquecer-se de tudo, 
Mas o tempo escreve suas histórias para jamais serem esquecidas. 
E agora há mais uma história por ele sendo escrita.
Outro sorriso sendo arquivado no pensamento. 
As palavras soam doces e proibidas como veneno. 
O olhar se enche de inocência e medo</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-20T00:00:34.557-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Soneto 17</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/04/soneto-17.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 23:17:13 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-5393530588597154571</guid><description>A vida é mais que um mero poema, ela é realSe te comparo a um dia de verão, és por certo mais belo e mais amenoO vento espalha as folhas pelo chao e o tempo do verao é bem pequeno Se as vezes brilha o sol em demasia, outras vezes desmaia com friezaO que é belo declina num só dia Na terna mutação da naturezaMas em ti, o verão será eternoE o brilho que tens não perderásNem chegarás da morte ao </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T03:17:13.163-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Por Marcelo Guerra</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-marcelo-guerra.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Thu, 17 Feb 2011 15:24:07 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-3228777174558192505</guid><description>"A  precariedade daquilo que temos como certo é chamada insegurança. E  saber conviver com isso é uma arte. O que temos de permanente é nossa  essência". </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-17T21:24:07.030-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title>"Semente do Coração"... Por Leandro Carneiro Borges</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/02/por-leandro-borges.html</link><category>Poesia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sat, 19 Feb 2011 16:19:01 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-524182295356414960</guid><description>Quando se tem um fluxo contido por muitos anos por explodir, foi  assim que esse texto saiu de um fôlego só. É impressionante como eu  entrei num fluxo de escrita que nunca tinha me ocorrido, foi muito  intenso e algo estranho. Quando acabei não tinha acreditado, como que  possuído pela caneta e mente que fervilhavam. Não pretendo eu aqui me  enaltecer, mas sim abrir um canal para eu colocar </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-19T22:19:01.475-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Será?</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2011/02/sera.html</link><category>TC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Thu, 03 Feb 2011 18:15:33 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4882006135987104233</guid><description>Será que haverá o dia em que o Sol não despertará no amnhecer?
Será o homem, um dia, capaz de vencer a guerra deixando armas de lado e usando apenas palavras de amor?
Será que existe um lugar encantado onde não há dor e nem rancor?
Será que existe um lugar onde possamos ser imortais e onde o tempo é infinito?
Será que essa história de amor é realmente minha Ou é mais uma imitação da televisão.. </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-02-04T00:15:33.823-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Pensamento do Dia</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/pensamento-do-dia.html</link><category>TC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Thu, 30 Dec 2010 06:22:08 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-7959878962432937027</guid><description>Não aguento mais essas dúvidas..esses fantasmas que pairam na minha mente!</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-30T12:22:08.166-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Dica para o Reveillon (2)</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/dica-para-o-reveillon-2.html</link><category>Dicas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 17:37:43 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-6498327469896737676</guid><description>
Por Alice Salazar =]Obs: Eu recomendaria essa para as Morenas!</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-29T23:37:43.502-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Dica para o Reveillon (1)</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/dica-para-o-reveillon.html</link><category>Dicas</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Wed, 29 Dec 2010 17:33:56 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-7815776513558237686</guid><description>
Por Alice Salazar =]
Obs: Eu recomendaria essa para as loiras!</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-29T23:33:56.375-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title></title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/blog-post.html</link><category>TC</category><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sat, 25 Dec 2010 19:21:06 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4640200193243650264</guid><description></description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-26T01:21:06.914-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LplR0XGSyiM/TRa0hh98bhI/AAAAAAAAAeM/RS-g48Ts7rk/s72-c/natal.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>"De repente, eu"</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-repente-eu-olhei-te-distante-na.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 19:09:38 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-8478896805313384600</guid><description>Olhei-te distante na estrada. Acenamos, um para o outro. Acabou. Se foi (não importa o que) Mas foi Hoje é um amanhã recebido Não um ontem ressequido Vi-te distante, distante Na estrada Vi-me, de repente; De repente, vi. De repente, eu. 
(Leandro Tripodi, 2008)</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-17T01:09:38.542-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>SILENCIE A MENTE</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/silencie-mente.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2010 07:35:31 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-60508104607472720</guid><description>"Deixe a morte ser a sua mão esquerda e a vida, a direita. Deixe sua inspiração ser vida e sua expiração, morte. Seja jovem, transborde de energia, dance como uma tempestade e, ao mesmo tempo, seja calmo, silencioso e vazio".   _Osho_ </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-11T13:35:31.536-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Dia de Combate Mundial a AIDS</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/12/dia-de-combate-mundial-aids.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><category>TC</category><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Wed, 01 Dec 2010 03:39:47 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4515601289799074401</guid><description></description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-01T09:39:47.281-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LplR0XGSyiM/TPYzmUiEgNI/AAAAAAAAAdY/KBOfiHM3iqg/s72-c/aids.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Conselho do DiA...</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/11/conselho-do-dia.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Fri, 26 Nov 2010 03:54:14 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-6041123441652595012</guid><description>
"O veneno precisa ser posto para fora, a fim de que a cura emocional  possa se processar! Ao invés de evitar o conflito, precipite-o!"
  Tarot do Dia 
</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-26T09:54:14.755-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Alive</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/11/alive.html</link><category>Roda Viva</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Mon, 15 Nov 2010 14:40:52 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-5479082176934241814</guid><description></description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-15T20:40:52.832-02:00</app:edited><media:thumbnail url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LplR0XGSyiM/TOG2gcncdGI/AAAAAAAAAdI/qx4XCLIb_sI/s72-c/4250207311_a7ba884811_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title></title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/11/algumas-pessoas-nao-conseguem-tornar-o.html</link><category>TC</category><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Thu, 04 Nov 2010 10:14:40 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-5445076198186426186</guid><description>Algumas pessoas não conseguem tornar o passado uma simples lembrança.
By Talissa</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-04T15:14:40.274-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Saudade em conceito</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/saudade-em-conceito.html</link><category>TC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Wed, 27 Oct 2010 19:20:24 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-1556657548058725706</guid><description>Saudade é algo que todos sentimos daquilo que para nós foi importante...
E se sente saudade é sinal de que valeu a pena.</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-28T00:20:24.111-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title></title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/chorar-sobre-tristezas-passadas-e-o.html</link><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sat, 23 Oct 2010 04:30:35 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-7897912360147346129</guid><description>Chorar sobre tristezas passadas é o mesmo que atrair outras.
_W. Shakespeare_</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-23T09:30:35.949-02:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Reflexão</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/reflexao-3.html</link><category>TC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2010 05:25:56 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-8680718915989093116</guid><description>Diante do Mundo ainda somos pequenos e continuaremos, pois maior são nossas lutas, nossas derrotas, nossas conquistas, nossa força.

-T.C-</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-15T09:25:56.084-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Sobre Tempo</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/sobre-tempo.html</link><category>Poesia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Tue, 12 Oct 2010 07:40:52 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-5488266179989542901</guid><description>O que és Tu senão a pequena poeira, o pequeno sopro querendo julgar a infinidade do invólucro em vivemos?
Nada sabemos; 
Nada podemos; 
Nada faremos para mudar isso. Ainda somos pequenos e continuaremos, pois o tempo nada mais é que isso tudo.

Por Douglas Abreu...</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-12T11:40:52.509-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Amigos, amizades...</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/10/amigos-amizades.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sat, 09 Oct 2010 05:24:45 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4263596341034825858</guid><description> 

</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-10-09T09:24:45.816-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Tempo...</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/09/tempo.html</link><category>TC</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2010 20:02:19 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-2992705666661793955</guid><description>Filosofar sobre o tempo é recriar a imagem móvel da eternidade numa linha de ilusões persistentes que tentam explicar o agora olhando para o passado e tentando prever um futuro presente.</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-14T00:02:19.562-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title></title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-acho-que-pirei-meus-pes-sairam-do.html</link><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Wed, 25 Aug 2010 20:15:23 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-5679303806573392282</guid><description>Eu acho que pirei!Meus pés saíram do chão...Acho que posso até voar</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-08-26T00:15:23.182-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>ALICE</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/07/alice.html</link><category>Contos</category><category>Poesia</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 10:33:02 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4634385522803425492</guid><description>O vento sopra trazendo em sí o aroma da fantasiaLaços e fitas dançam rumo ao impossível.Caindo... Caindo... Caindo...Distanciam-se cada vez mais da sua realidade.Partem rumo ao desconhecido;Partem para conhecer uma outra verdade.Se não ousasse a garotinha o Coelho Branco seguirO País das Maravilhas talvez nunca se revelasse.Distante do possível agora está.Depois de uma gota de veneno tomar,</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-11T14:33:02.256-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Para Refletir</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/06/para-refletir.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><category>Frases</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sun, 11 Jul 2010 20:00:43 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-8177565928725172014</guid><description>Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...
E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto...   
  
_Willian Shakespeare_</description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-12T00:00:43.811-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>Charles Chaplin</title><link>http://talissatrodrigues.blogspot.com/2010/04/charles-chaplin.html</link><category>Grandes Palavras</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (TaLi =])</author><pubDate>Sun, 11 Apr 2010 10:45:53 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9136975339356471139.post-4146387062914865490</guid><description>" Bom mesmo é ir a luta com determinação, abraçar a vida e viver com paixão, perder com classe e vencer com ousadia, porque o mundo pertence a quem se atreve e a VIDA é muito... para ser insignificante."                                                               </description><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-04-11T14:45:53.400-03:00</app:edited><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

