<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412</id><updated>2009-02-21T05:50:01.781+01:00</updated><title type='text'>laralice in wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>sobre os meus livros. fotos de don key shot, aqui-ali, minhas, e de websites sobre river jude.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111377483889158508</id><published>2007-01-02T14:53:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T19:55:21.316+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>dreaming</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111377483889158508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111377483889158508' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377483889158508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377483889158508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreaming.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111029438041365082</id><published>2007-01-01T14:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:04:06.860+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não me tinha lembrado que se calhar estou morta</title><summary type='text'>Ainda não me tinha lembrado que se calhar estou morta. Ainda não havia pensado nesta possibilidade, nem mesmo quando falei com o Marco sobre o Verão passado, sobre o modo como nos conhecemos e depois concluímos que devíamos ter morrido no momento em que dissemos olá, pois a partir daí tudo o que nos aconteceu foi sempre demasiado perfeito e coincidente, como num sonho. Talvez seja o que me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111029438041365082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111029438041365082' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029438041365082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029438041365082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2007/01/ainda-no-me-tinha-lembrado-que-se.html' title='Ainda não me tinha lembrado que se calhar estou morta'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-112465698697843113</id><published>2006-12-25T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:08:20.026+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saul</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/112465698697843113/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=112465698697843113' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465698697843113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465698697843113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/saul.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111054882409704509</id><published>2006-12-24T19:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:08:55.546+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha mãe está cada vez mais doente</title><summary type='text'>A minha mãe está cada vez mais doente. Não quer ir ao médico. Diz que não quer descobrir que tem qualquer coisa horrível. Ela e o Luca vão mudar-se para um quarto no hotel onde eu trabalhei no Verão, e a Luna vem comigo para um centro de abrigo durante o fim de semana, e depois para uma casa de freiras no meio do Bairro Vermelho. Estou assustada. Sinto-me terrivelmente sozinha e a minha vida </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111054882409704509/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111054882409704509' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111054882409704509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111054882409704509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/minha-me-est-cada-vez-mais-doente.html' title='A minha mãe está cada vez mais doente'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111054951595039947</id><published>2006-12-23T18:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T12:09:58.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A minha mãe está doente</title><summary type='text'>A minha mãe está doente, não sabe o que tem nem quer saber. Só sabe que tem medo. O Verão está quase a terminar e os dias estão frios. O tio do Carel mandou-lhe uma carta a dizer que se nós não sairmos do prédio em quinze dias chama a polícia. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;- Tens que ir para Portugal e levar a Luna. –diz a minha mãe. - Tens que pedir ao teu pai que te ajude.- Nem penses. – </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111054951595039947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111054951595039947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111054951595039947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111054951595039947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/minha-me-est-doente.html' title='A minha mãe está doente'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-112465682965914873</id><published>2006-12-22T22:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:09:15.623+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sand, Sea, Sun, Star, Sky, Love e Tom Summer</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/112465682965914873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=112465682965914873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465682965914873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465682965914873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/sand-sea-sun-star-sky-love-e-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111014813962051674</id><published>2006-12-21T14:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:16:17.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Micanopy</title><summary type='text'>A Sea preparou o chá e bebemos. Explicou-me que aqueles cogumelos não sabiam tão mal como os outros, mas eu nunca comera nenhum. O chá tinha um sabor predominante a mentol. Depois partimos no descapotável laranja para o pântano. Pelo caminho comecei a sentir–me mole e feliz, e as cores do dia e dos objectos, das nossas roupas e cabelos, de toda a paisagem, tornaram-se mais apelativas, como se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111014813962051674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111014813962051674' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014813962051674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014813962051674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/micanopy.html' title='Micanopy'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111002503294458823</id><published>2006-12-01T18:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:17:02.273+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tive agora a sensação muito forte de que já vivi este momento</title><summary type='text'>- Tive agora a sensação muito forte de que já vivi este momento. - Quando? - Não sei, talvez nunca, talvez a sensação seja de que este momento é suposto acontecer. - Estou a ficar arrepiada, Laura! - Não tenhas medo, Alice. É uma sensação boa, como se esta noite fizesse parte de uma história maior. - Como as histórias dos nossos livros? - Sim, como se o teu livro da levitação e meu livro nuclear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111002503294458823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111002503294458823' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111002503294458823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111002503294458823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2006/12/tive-agora-sensao-muito-forte-de-que-j.html' title='Tive agora a sensação muito forte de que já vivi este momento'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111021574586215645</id><published>2005-11-30T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T17:53:35.130+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MOJAVE</title><summary type='text'>A Mara e o Kiro vão buscar-me ao aeroporto. Ele tem o cabelo rapado em certas partes da cabeça e noutras não, para o filme que está a fazer com o Sand. Parece um louco. Mas como é bonito até um penteado destes lhe fica bem. A Mara veste umas calças de algodão justas às flores e uma camisola de malha branca por cima. Dizem-me que o Sand vai ter connosco ao deserto, e metemo-nos no jipe do Kiro.A </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111021574586215645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111021574586215645' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021574586215645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021574586215645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/11/mojave.html' title='MOJAVE'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111014843932296679</id><published>2005-08-23T14:41:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T18:18:13.500+01:00</updated><title type='text'>No último dia da conversa dos três mil anos</title><summary type='text'>No último dia da conversa dos três mil anos temos que devolver o vídeo do Waking Life até às sete horas. Faz sol e vamos deitar-nos em Waterlooplein, no largo em frente ao prédio da ópera, numa espécie de arena sem propósito definido.- How do you fly in your dreams, Marco? – pergunto-lhe.- I start going up, until I reach the sky, and then I wake up. – responde-me. – Just like the guy in the film.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111014843932296679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111014843932296679' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014843932296679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014843932296679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/08/no-ltimo-dia-da-conversa-dos-trs-mil.html' title='No último dia da conversa dos três mil anos'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111377739541228230</id><published>2005-08-22T14:36:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:18:22.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Marco</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111377739541228230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111377739541228230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377739541228230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377739541228230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/08/marco.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111014871906945555</id><published>2005-03-14T14:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:26:22.693+02:00</updated><title type='text'>The whole place was creepy</title><summary type='text'>The whole place was creepy, aristocratic you could say, and then, finally, of course, the big mirror on the wall. It was just so predictable, you know, when I was saying goodbye to you, and she was looking at me, through the mirror, and smiling at me, and me at her. It’s not even surprising anymore. When I look at the poster I see us, obviously - I see us all, really. In the movie, if I look </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111014871906945555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111014871906945555' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014871906945555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014871906945555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/whole-place-was-creepy.html' title='The whole place was creepy'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111014964242234003</id><published>2005-03-14T14:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T17:09:21.050+02:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN TINY TALES</title><summary type='text'>When I arrived to &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 /&gt;Zagreb my soul was still in Amsterdam. It had left me in the middle of the road somewhere in Germany, during the night, and it traveled back home while my body went further East. This was very confusing. Besides I was tired and my friend Laura was pretty much in the same soulless state of blankness. She wanted to slow down and rest, and I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111014964242234003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111014964242234003' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014964242234003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111014964242234003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/ten-tiny-tales.html' title='TEN TINY TALES'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111021688643533240</id><published>2005-03-11T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:24:38.556+02:00</updated><title type='text'>SAND</title><summary type='text'>Nunca me senti tão apaixonada em toda a minha vida. Durante a primeira semana que passei na quinta o Sand levou-me a passear de carro todos os dias até sítios bonitos, e falámos interminavelmente sobre tantos assuntos, que nem todas as pessoas que conheço juntas e todas as conversas que tive com elas me ensinaram mais. Numa manhã húmida de sol intenso, deitados num campo perto de um lago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111021688643533240/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111021688643533240' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021688643533240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021688643533240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/sand.html' title='SAND'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-112465658947866144</id><published>2005-03-11T15:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:11:33.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sand</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/112465658947866144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=112465658947866144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465658947866144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465658947866144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/sand_11.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111381426675374558</id><published>2005-03-11T14:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T21:35:52.226+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kiss Peace</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111381426675374558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111381426675374558' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111381426675374558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111381426675374558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/kiss-peace.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111021839240438560</id><published>2005-03-11T14:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:23:42.916+02:00</updated><title type='text'>MORFEU AND THE ENDLESS DIMENSIONS</title><summary type='text'>This time I became tired of my dreams even faster. Not that I didn’t like all those things I imagined, and everything was really very exciting, but the fact that it was all taking place only in my mind, left me quite a lot to desire for. I needed to move, couldn’t do the things that I used to do anymore, and so I got stuck with the same problem as before. I needed to do something more real. And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111021839240438560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111021839240438560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021839240438560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021839240438560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/morfeu-and-endless-dimensions.html' title='MORFEU AND THE ENDLESS DIMENSIONS'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111377717034963761</id><published>2005-03-11T14:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:24:03.806+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Camila</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111377717034963761/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111377717034963761' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377717034963761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377717034963761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/camila.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111381149833260679</id><published>2005-03-11T14:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:24:46.370+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silvana</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111381149833260679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111381149833260679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111381149833260679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111381149833260679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/silvana_11.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111029374911742148</id><published>2005-03-11T13:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:22:23.436+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda não me vi ao espelho</title><summary type='text'>Ainda não me vi ao espelho. Sinto-me estonteada, esqueço-me do que aconteceu há cinco minutos, como se fosse um peixe. Depois lembro-me:- Sonho.Mas este não acaba. Posso controlar tudo o que faço, decidir, escutar-me nitidamente, cheirar. Belisco-me e claro que me dói. Lembro-me que naquele filme chamado Waking Life, onde a personagem principal não conseguia acordar de um sonho, e onde não era </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111029374911742148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111029374911742148' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029374911742148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029374911742148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/ainda-no-me-vi-ao-espelho.html' title='Ainda não me vi ao espelho'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-112465762465180586</id><published>2005-03-10T15:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:15:06.340+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Da ponte para a ilha de Java</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/112465762465180586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=112465762465180586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465762465180586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465762465180586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/da-ponte-para-ilha-de-java.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111029416432739772</id><published>2005-03-10T15:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T14:20:41.760+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Shine vive</title><summary type='text'>O Shine vive, como na outra vida, no armazém naval ocupado, em frente ao grande canal que separa Amesterdão Norte de Amesterdão Sul, e à ponte que leva à ilha de Java. Pensei que nesta irrealidade ele talvez ainda vivesse com os pais. Mas não. Saiu de casa aos dezoito, tal como na outra existência, e foi morar na Marnixstraat, mais ou menos na altura em que eu encontrei o apartamento na Binnen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111029416432739772/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111029416432739772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029416432739772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111029416432739772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/o-shine-vive.html' title='O Shine vive'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111377735904608742</id><published>2005-03-10T15:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:20:53.036+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shine</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111377735904608742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111377735904608742' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377735904608742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111377735904608742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/shine.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-112465746394994011</id><published>2005-03-10T15:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:30:08.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O grande armazém naval ocupado</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/112465746394994011/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=112465746394994011' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465746394994011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/112465746394994011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/o-grande-armazm-naval-ocupado.html' title=''/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11249412.post-111021890533951076</id><published>2005-03-10T14:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T11:26:18.433+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuo a sentir que voltei atrás no tempo</title><summary type='text'>Continuo a sentir que voltei atrás no tempo, como se tivesse novamente quinze anos e subisse a rua do liceu numa tarde de Primavera, e o Morfeu passasse por mim e me piscasse um olho verde por baixo da franja comprida. E depois ele volta a pedir-me para ser sua namorada e a desaparecer durante todo o Verão. Nesse Inverno em que o Morfeu andou com outra rapariga, eu deitava-me em cima da minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/feeds/111021890533951076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11249412&amp;postID=111021890533951076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021890533951076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11249412/posts/default/111021890533951076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eslalala.blogspot.com/2005/03/continuo-sentir-que-voltei-atrs-no.html' title='Continuo a sentir que voltei atrás no tempo'/><author><name>laralice</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00773923782974690575</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10792675143541162774'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>