<?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-4266552728129421763</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:59:27.881-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LUCKY STRIKE</title><subtitle type='html'>ES LO ÚNICO QUE NECESITO</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266552728129421763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08146847289624814746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MhsU4mQFYPQ/R6xHLOpDdFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yVZ3ytwhnw8/S220/labyrinth2.jpg'/></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-4266552728129421763.post-681035275704553609</id><published>2008-02-09T09:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T09:24:21.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH</title><content type='html'>Nada. Sólo quería gritar. Y nunca puedo. Porque mi novio duerme, porque tengo vecinos, porque no queda bien.&lt;br /&gt;Y se me forma en el estómago una necesidad, como si tuviera hambre. Como si miles de mosquitos hambrientos chillaran.&lt;br /&gt;Y tengo que gritar. Porque me pica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266552728129421763-681035275704553609?l=grasetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/feeds/681035275704553609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4266552728129421763&amp;postID=681035275704553609' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266552728129421763/posts/default/681035275704553609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266552728129421763/posts/default/681035275704553609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/2008/02/ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.html' title='AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH'/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08146847289624814746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MhsU4mQFYPQ/R6xHLOpDdFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yVZ3ytwhnw8/S220/labyrinth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4266552728129421763.post-7678139873016352870</id><published>2008-02-08T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T16:59:57.081-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo de los genios</title><content type='html'>Waldomiro Pena&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Ben Jor&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a história de Waldomiro Pena, o cândido O último repórter policial românticoSalve Waldomiro Pena, o cândido!Waldomiro anda muito preocupado Com as idéias de seu editor Que querendo modernizar o jornal Cerra e esquece o romantismo  Que ele criou e ele conquistouWaldomiro Pena mora no bairro do Flamengo Num quarto e sala displicente e decoradoOnde depois da matinal - média e pão com manteiga Num boteco da esquina, às pressas manda botar na conta E se manda para o jornal, a folha popular, a sua glória nacionalBate o ponto, pega uma velha perua e com a sua gangue cai nas ruasTransando com gente de todo tipo e espécie Como, por exemplo, camelôs, policiaisBicheiros, sambistas, otários e marginais.Waldomiro Pena topa toda hora Com lances incríveis e perigosos Sem perder o seu humor heróico e romântico Salve Waldomiro Pena, o cândido!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4266552728129421763-7678139873016352870?l=grasetti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/feeds/7678139873016352870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4266552728129421763&amp;postID=7678139873016352870' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266552728129421763/posts/default/7678139873016352870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4266552728129421763/posts/default/7678139873016352870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasetti.blogspot.com/2008/02/algo-de-los-genios.html' title='Algo de los genios'/><author><name>ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08146847289624814746</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_MhsU4mQFYPQ/R6xHLOpDdFI/AAAAAAAAAAU/yVZ3ytwhnw8/S220/labyrinth2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
