<?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-23589726</id><updated>2012-01-09T09:35:41.486-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fulana Gauche</title><subtitle type='html'>(...) 
Talvez a linha do busto, 
da perna, talvez do ombro.
(...)
preciso do corpo 
para mendigar Fulana (...)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulanagauche.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23589726/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulanagauche.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fulana Gauche</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23589726.post-114313447661557752</id><published>2006-03-23T14:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:21:16.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste de post</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Confidência do Itabirano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns anos vivi em Itabira.&lt;br /&gt;Principalmente nasci em Itabira.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso sou triste, orgulhoso: de ferro.&lt;br /&gt;Noventa por cento de ferro nas calçadas.&lt;br /&gt;Oitenta por cento de ferro nas almas.&lt;br /&gt;E esse alheamento do que na vida é porosidade e&lt;br /&gt;comunicação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de amar, que me paralisa o trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;vem de Itabira, de suas noites brancas, sem mulheres e sem&lt;br /&gt;horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;E o hábito de sofrer, que tanto me diverte,&lt;br /&gt;é doce herança itabirana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De Itabira trouxe prendas diversas que ora te ofereço:&lt;br /&gt;esta pedra de ferro, futuro aço do Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;este São Benedito do velho santeiro Alfredo Duval;&lt;br /&gt;este couro de anta, estendido no sofá da sala de visitas;&lt;br /&gt;este orgulho, esta cabeça baixa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tive ouro, tive gado, tive fazendas.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou funcionário público.&lt;br /&gt;Itabira é apenas uma fotografia na parede.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como dói!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23589726-114313447661557752?l=fulanagauche.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://fulanagauche.blogspot.com/feeds/114313447661557752/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23589726&amp;postID=114313447661557752' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23589726/posts/default/114313447661557752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23589726/posts/default/114313447661557752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://fulanagauche.blogspot.com/2006/03/teste-de-post.html' title='Teste de post'/><author><name>Fulana Gauche</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23589726.post-114174323786682429</id><published>2006-03-07T11:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T11:53:57.873-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Drummond passa eu acho graça...</title><content type='html'>Depois de longas férias, Fulana se postou frente a dúzias de livros enfileirados na estante. Foi logo se meter de novo com o velho... não por ele mesmo, mas por Luzia de Maria, que escreveu com tamanha simplicidade "um olhar amoroso", sobre o sujeito Drummond. Não resisti. 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