<?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-8584175699312589679</id><updated>2011-11-28T00:50:01.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Algumas Crónicas Depois</title><subtitle type='html'>“…Uma vez, era o génio e o louco, separaram-se até mais ver, mas não deixaram de se corresponder. Uma vez, era o choro e o riso, também esses fizeram planos, de nunca mais deixarem de se entender.”
Jorge Palma in “Uma Vez”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://algumascronicasdepois.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8584175699312589679/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://algumascronicasdepois.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Joana Homem da Costa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13240873741874386618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4QzmPCipd3M/SY3uLx9R4sI/AAAAAAAAGwU/Jo8DpUGH7ho/S220/C%C3%B3pia+de+JOANA+31JAN09+038.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>0</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage></feed>
