<?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-31076565</id><updated>2011-11-07T06:51:30.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas Colchas</title><subtitle type='html'>É por debaixo dos panos...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nascolchas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31076565/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nascolchas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ludelfuego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxPBl7M8VRo/SR2XY2IIepI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zyNiuch-q6M/S220/21092007(011).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-31076565.post-7372240830269612042</id><published>2011-07-21T10:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T10:05:30.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #ffffcc; font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;"Mas aquilo? Aquilo acaba sim. Acaba numa noite de chuva e frio que você, subitamente, descobre que sim seria bom estar com ele, mas que você pode sobreviver sem ele à intempérie. Aquilo acaba, quando você vai ao cinema, ou à festa da Flávia e do Moa sozinha, e não morre.&lt;br /&gt;Acaba como acaba o frio na barriga. Aquilo acaba, impreterivelmente, na saúde e na doença. Na riqueza e na pobreza. Acaba quando a irmã dele fala mal de você, e ele não move um músculo para defendê-la.&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo, que não é amor, mas não chega a ser paixão, aquilo que faz com que você sonhe acordada e rabisque o nome dele no canhoto dos seus cheques, acaba junto com a burocracia, as reuniões de condomínio. Aquilo acaba com a chegada do cara da manutenção do computador. Acaba com os telefonemas que ele atende falando baixo e longe de você. Aquilo, meu bem, acaba.&lt;br /&gt;A vida, ela mesma, acaba."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: white;"&gt;Fal Azevedo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31076565-7372240830269612042?l=nascolchas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nascolchas.blogspot.com/feeds/7372240830269612042/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31076565&amp;postID=7372240830269612042&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31076565/posts/default/7372240830269612042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31076565/posts/default/7372240830269612042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nascolchas.blogspot.com/2011/07/mas-aquilo-aquilo-acaba-sim.html' title=''/><author><name>ludelfuego</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WxPBl7M8VRo/SR2XY2IIepI/AAAAAAAAAe8/zyNiuch-q6M/S220/21092007(011).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
