<?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-21635452</id><updated>2011-08-01T11:48:06.051-03:00</updated><title type='text'>cri cris</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880940736628307891</uri><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>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635452.post-114061763078198783</id><published>2006-02-22T11:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T11:13:50.796-03:00</updated><title type='text'>o homem que não sabia peidar</title><content type='html'>por fora, era um verdadeiro dândi. elegante, culto, era capaz de conversar horas sobre os clássicos ou as estrelas ou a culinária oriental.&lt;br /&gt;mulheres praticamente imploraram que se casasse com elas. ele até gostava bastante de uma delas mas era incapaz de compartilhar sua intimidade, porque sua intimidade era o inferno de não saber peidar.&lt;br /&gt;não que passasse incólume por todo o processo flatulento. o mal-estar, as dores, os incômodos, tudo isso lhe era familiar. o que lhe faltava era somente o ato social da coisa, soltar o pum propriamente dito.&lt;br /&gt;tentara de tudo, da acupuntura à ginástica passando (óbvio!) pela psicanálise. aprendeu muitas coisas interessantes mas nada de conseguir peidar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tinha passado aquele dia inteiro aflito e seus medos acabaram se confirmando. o encontro com ela fora desastroso. &lt;br /&gt;já estava acostumado. seus piores ataques de gases aconteciam nessas ocasiões e transformavam-no num ranzinza monossilábico ao invés da pessoa carismática e agradável de costume. o que o revoltava desta vez era o fato de estar realmente encantado com marina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resignado com seu fracasso, foi deixá-la em casa. foi surpreendente ela ter lhe beijado naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;mas ainda mais surpreendente foi o finíssimo, duradouro e confortante fio de ar que finalmente foi expelido de seu corpo durante esse beijo. &lt;br /&gt;a sensação que experimentou foi divina. surpreendeu-se com o poder de algo tão pequeno e delicado. &lt;br /&gt;estava amando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-114061763078198783?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/114061763078198783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635452&amp;postID=114061763078198783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/114061763078198783'/><link rel='self' 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resposta, ele decidia se valia a pena continuar.&lt;br /&gt;silvia achou a pergunta obscena mas acabou por respondê-la assim mesmo. disse que se identificava com o próprio mágico de oz.&lt;br /&gt;em sessenta e dois anos de casamento, pedro nunca revelou que se identificava com a estrada de tijolos amarelos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-113940881131983365?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/113940881131983365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635452&amp;postID=113940881131983365' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113940881131983365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113940881131983365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/2006/02/o-teste.html' title='o teste'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880940736628307891</uri><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-21635452.post-113932113158679109</id><published>2006-02-07T12:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:05:31.586-02:00</updated><title type='text'>cri-cris do mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/2189/1600/peanuts20183178060207.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6756/2189/400/peanuts20183178060207.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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mundo'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880940736628307891</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635452.post-113892871128303164</id><published>2006-02-02T22:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:05:11.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'>o trabalho enobrece o homem</title><content type='html'>"doutor, tenho certeza que meu pau está encolhendo!". todas as vezes que ouvia aquilo, ele pensava nos pais. venderam todas as suas forças para pagar seu curso de psicologia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-113892871128303164?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635452.post-113883876721976237</id><published>2006-02-01T21:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T22:06:07.236-02:00</updated><title type='text'>remorso</title><content type='html'>remoeu-se até o fim por ter dito aquilo. dizer aquilo a um padre! na frente de toda aquela gente!&lt;br /&gt;sim. todos foram testemunhas de que ele tinha respondido "sim" à fatídica "você aceita?" &lt;br /&gt;remoeu-se até o fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-113883876721976237?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/113883876721976237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635452&amp;postID=113883876721976237' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113883876721976237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113883876721976237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/2006/02/remorso.html' title='remorso'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880940736628307891</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21635452.post-113866451309547872</id><published>2006-01-30T21:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T21:41:53.103-02:00</updated><title type='text'>and the oscar goes to...</title><content type='html'>'brokeback mountain' é um filme gay pra hetero nenhum botar defeito.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-113866451309547872?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/113866451309547872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21635452&amp;postID=113866451309547872' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113866451309547872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21635452/posts/default/113866451309547872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-oscar-goes-to.html' title='and the oscar goes to...'/><author><name>cris</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02880940736628307891</uri><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-21635452.post-113847660029024466</id><published>2006-01-28T17:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T17:30:00.300-02:00</updated><title type='text'>descarga</title><content type='html'>"amor, por que você nunca puxa a descarga?" foi o que ela perguntou depois da foda mais mágica que eles tiveram em todas as suas vidas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21635452-113847660029024466?l=cri-cris.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cri-cris.blogspot.com/feeds/113847660029024466/comments/default' 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