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		<title>O quando se fosse antes ou &#8220;o que é, mesmo quando fora o antes nunca&#8221;</title>
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		<dc:creator>Fernanda Cristina</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Pois, então, ele dissera: “fosse antes, nunca teria me notado. Ou se sim&#8230;”.
Pois, então, ela respondera apenas: “pára”. E talvez ela tenha parecido rude. Mas, na extensão exata da palavra pára, foi dito mais coisas. Na extensão e duração de som exatos desta palavra ela murmurou assim:
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		<title>Labirinto (parte I)</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Sep 2009 13:28:49 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernanda Cristina</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(um  conto de 2004; de quando eu era desavisada do mundo)
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Fitaram-se longamente, as expressões vazias. Ao mesmo tempo levaram uma mão aos seus cabelos pretos e esticaram um cacho particularmente mimoso.
__ Nojenta. – disseram ao mesmo tempo, em uma só voz: beligerante.
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		<title>Hollywood funk part</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Aug 2009 19:14:45 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernanda Cristina</dc:creator>
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		<category><![CDATA[literatura]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[música]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[red hot chilli peppers]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[Isso é sobre mim e músicas que me reviram.
Voltando do Uruguay, passando pelas pradarias do sul, a música that rocks me:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RVzYQllSfKA
e  quando eu sugiro o play pra continuar a ler o texto, é uma sugestão sincera.
enjoy it.
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Ele é grande. Atravessa o clube abrindo caminho com os ombros. Arrogante, corpulento.
Fumaça de cigarros encorpam as luzes vermelhas.
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		<title>Bastidores da literatura</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 17 Jul 2009 01:08:53 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Fernanda Cristina</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[(tomando Brahma)
Fernanda: Cris, tô meio alta&#8230;
Cristiane: Eu também, hihi
&#8230;
Cristiane: Aproveita e escreve um conto.
 
(É fato. Fui escrever)
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