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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/pW-vDZhHWwc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/12/33-carambola.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYBRXozcCp7ImA9WxRbFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-5749954147326123627</id><published>2008-12-05T11:25:00.012-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T22:29:14.488-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-07T22:29:14.488-02:00</app:edited><title>32 - Marmelo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5749954147326123627/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=5749954147326123627&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/5749954147326123627?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/5749954147326123627?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/vSIOJrqtCG4/32-marmelo.html" title="32 - Marmelo" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/STkvqmyRpEI/AAAAAAAAAKo/ZbGWIz_QGGY/s72-c/OSanto_com_aur_ola.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Campeonato Celestial de Passa Auréola   Era o que dizia a grande placa floreada na frente do palácio de Deus.O jogo, que consistia na tentativa de tirar a auréola do adversário a tapas, era um passatempo entre os anjos desde os tempos antigos.  O torneio era dividido em três categorias: Arcanjos (peso-pesado) Serafins (Meio-médio) e Querubins (peso-pena), até o ano anterior só anjos podiam jogar,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/vSIOJrqtCG4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/12/32-marmelo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4CQH8zfSp7ImA9WxRbEU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-4430680664577809495</id><published>2008-12-01T10:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T11:42:41.185-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-01T11:42:41.185-02:00</app:edited><title>31 - Kinkan</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4430680664577809495/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=4430680664577809495&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4430680664577809495?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4430680664577809495?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/0ZLRrvyU6_c/31-kinkan.html" title="31 - Kinkan" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/STPptFwNhRI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/3HJvWdb5fZ4/s72-c/fundo_kinkan.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Deus tava criando o Japão.Decidiu colocar ali umas coisas diferentes, tipo - Três mil ilhas equilibradas em cima da divisão de três placas tectônicas e um grande vulcão, p'ra deixar mais emocionante.Uma outra coisa que o Japão ia ter de curioso é levar emprestada a cultura de outras civilizações, tipo o budismo e as artes marciais. Então colocou muito pouco dentro do Japão, ele teria que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/0ZLRrvyU6_c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/12/31-kinkan.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUANQHY-cSp7ImA9WxRUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-8808717262197331547</id><published>2008-11-27T19:32:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T20:09:51.859-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-27T20:09:51.859-02:00</app:edited><title>30 - Juá</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8808717262197331547/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=8808717262197331547&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8808717262197331547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8808717262197331547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/zHFWxaw4a5M/30-ju.html" title="30 - Juá" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/SS8ahTMo1EI/AAAAAAAAAJw/gHdnhdMljb0/s72-c/como_escovar_os_dentes.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Adão e Deus conversavam a respeito de tudo. Adão era jovem e era muito curioso. Muito curioso.   -Como eu tava dizendo, filho as galinhas botam ovo pela cloa... PUTAQUEPARIU!!! Que cheiro é esse?!  -O quê senh...-AH! VIRA A BOCA PRA LÁ!-Mas...  -NUSSS!   Deus virava a cabeça atordoado.   -Que bafo horrível, filho!  -...  -Cê nunca escovou os dentes?-Nunca o quê?-Affff... deixa eu pensar em alguma&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/zHFWxaw4a5M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-ju.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcDQnY4fSp7ImA9WxRUGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-4983857885413320071</id><published>2008-11-24T09:01:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-27T19:41:13.835-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-27T19:41:13.835-02:00</app:edited><title>29 - Esponja vegetal</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4983857885413320071/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=4983857885413320071&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4983857885413320071?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4983857885413320071?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/pPtX1fJ1rVc/esponja-vegetal.html" title="29 - Esponja vegetal" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/SSqKvST-l3I/AAAAAAAAAJE/94ARGB6l8MM/s72-c/banho-relaxante.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Sim, é uma fruta. E se não, agora é neste universo.   O diálogo foi mais ou menos assim:  -Adão, já p’ro banho.  -Não pai... não queeeeroooo!-Vai p’ro banho JÁ, tô man-dan-do!  -Nãaaao, me deixa brincar mais um pouco-Vou falar p’ra sua mãe!-Quem?!  -Esquece...  Adão tinha 6 anos de idade e era filho de um pai solteiro. Deus, em sua inexperiência – a final, só tinha um filho – procurava novas &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=pPtX1fJ1rVc:uyeRSLf6QeQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=pPtX1fJ1rVc:uyeRSLf6QeQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=pPtX1fJ1rVc:uyeRSLf6QeQ:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=pPtX1fJ1rVc:uyeRSLf6QeQ:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=pPtX1fJ1rVc:uyeRSLf6QeQ:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/pPtX1fJ1rVc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/11/esponja-vegetal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcARnkzeyp7ImA9WxRUEk0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-2124142491564574224</id><published>2008-11-20T16:43:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T16:50:47.783-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-11-20T16:50:47.783-02:00</app:edited><title>A (re)volta das frutas</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2124142491564574224/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=2124142491564574224&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2124142491564574224?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2124142491564574224?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/EVJv7IYyQtA/revolta-das-frutas.html" title="A (re)volta das frutas" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/SSWxcN80e4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/LzvO3vZ6Nhc/s72-c/descascado-laranja-casca_~900077.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">Em breve!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=EVJv7IYyQtA:mIihQaoNLd0:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=EVJv7IYyQtA:mIihQaoNLd0:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=EVJv7IYyQtA:mIihQaoNLd0:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=EVJv7IYyQtA:mIihQaoNLd0:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=EVJv7IYyQtA:mIihQaoNLd0:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/EVJv7IYyQtA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/11/revolta-das-frutas.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQX0ycSp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-790613264866920465</id><published>2008-01-08T21:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:20.399-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:20.399-02:00</app:edited><title>28 - Romã</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/790613264866920465/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=790613264866920465&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/790613264866920465?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/790613264866920465?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/RpQfCVwRXOE/28-rom.html" title="28 - Romã" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R4QTa1YNxNI/AAAAAAAAAFo/wV_AKWMsZuw/s72-c/macaco_rindo1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Então 'tá.Aí, Deus tinha acabado de inventar o Reveillon, com direito a tudo:*Fogos de artifício*Espumante*Praias lotadas*Engarrafamentos e, claro*Superstições-Ae negada! Na hora da virada vamos todos pular seis ondas! – Deus organizava a brincadeira. Era o primeiro reveillon da história.-Porque seis? – São Tomé sempre questionava.-Seis é um número cabalístico.-Eu vou pular sete!-Sete também é um&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=RpQfCVwRXOE:5z-ZKkJvO48:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=RpQfCVwRXOE:5z-ZKkJvO48:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=RpQfCVwRXOE:5z-ZKkJvO48:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=RpQfCVwRXOE:5z-ZKkJvO48:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=RpQfCVwRXOE:5z-ZKkJvO48:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/RpQfCVwRXOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/01/28-rom.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4DQ3Y-fSp7ImA9WB9aF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-4936220578626504796</id><published>2008-01-07T14:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T14:22:52.855-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-07T14:22:52.855-02:00</app:edited><title>Volta das 'férias'</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4936220578626504796/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=4936220578626504796&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4936220578626504796?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4936220578626504796?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/WG-O8lQlkiE/volta-das-frias.html" title="Volta das 'férias'" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">As pessoas acham que eu 'tava de férias...'Tava sim, trabalhando que nem um louco.Sério. Sem tempo nem p'ro clube de bocha.Essa semana sai a romã (atrasada). Fruta tão natalina e 'diferente'.Aquele abraço.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=WG-O8lQlkiE:N5QR7ouM5dc:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=WG-O8lQlkiE:N5QR7ouM5dc:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=WG-O8lQlkiE:N5QR7ouM5dc:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=WG-O8lQlkiE:N5QR7ouM5dc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=WG-O8lQlkiE:N5QR7ouM5dc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/WG-O8lQlkiE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2008/01/volta-das-frias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQXk6eip7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-8031000384942233355</id><published>2007-12-14T13:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:20.712-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:20.712-02:00</app:edited><title>A Paixão de Deus - Final</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8031000384942233355/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=8031000384942233355&amp;isPopup=true" title="7 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8031000384942233355?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8031000384942233355?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/cAmDf3tdb5w/paixo-de-deus-final.html" title="A Paixão de Deus - Final" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2KpG1YNxKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VbYCl648O0E/s72-c/Lakshmi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>7</thr:total><content type="html">Ele estava cansado.  Pela primeira vez na eternidade de sua existência, Deus experimentada a sensação de exaustão.  Há quase meio ano Ele procurava por ela, sem sucesso.  De que adiantava saber tudo e estar presente em todos os lugares e tempos, sem saber por quem procurar.  A única coisa que Ele sabia nesse momento, era do desconforto que sentia.  Depois de 186 noites acordado, Ele finalmente &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=cAmDf3tdb5w:LR6_lOM_7bw:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=cAmDf3tdb5w:LR6_lOM_7bw:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=cAmDf3tdb5w:LR6_lOM_7bw:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=cAmDf3tdb5w:LR6_lOM_7bw:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=cAmDf3tdb5w:LR6_lOM_7bw:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/cAmDf3tdb5w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/12/paixo-de-deus-final.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8HQHY9eCp7ImA9WB9VGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-3009567121664587524</id><published>2007-12-05T22:23:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:07:11.860-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-06T00:07:11.860-02:00</app:edited><title>27 - Melão (A Paixão de Deus - 3)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/3009567121664587524/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=3009567121664587524&amp;isPopup=true" title="6 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/3009567121664587524?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/3009567121664587524?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/ton1g9iw9Vw/27-melo-paixo-de-deus-3.html" title="27 - Melão (A Paixão de Deus - 3)" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><content type="html">Sei que o título é sugestivo, mas eu me viro. Deus havia parado de pensar tanto assim na moça do metrô. Já fazia mais de mês que ele a viu a primeira vez, a lembrança estava ficando cada vez mais distante.Agora ele estava mais preocupado em reger o Universo, contemplar o infinito, o campeonato de bocha da igreja e essas trivialidades que só Deus pode entender.Numa das acirradas partidas de bocha,&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/ton1g9iw9Vw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/12/27-melo-paixo-de-deus-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYCQ3c7eSp7ImA9WB9VGU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-8717709489824401809</id><published>2007-12-03T11:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T00:12:42.901-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-12-06T00:12:42.901-02:00</app:edited><title>Da série: Diálogos quase reais - 1</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/8717709489824401809/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=8717709489824401809&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8717709489824401809?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/8717709489824401809?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/UADBV0whNR4/da-srie-dilogos-quase-reais-1.html" title="Da série: Diálogos quase reais - 1" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">J -Você tá apaixonado?H -É por causa dos posts no blog?J -É, parece que você tá inspirado.H -O blog não tem nenhuma relação com a minha vida real. Seria muita pretensão eu me projetar na figura de Deus, né?J -Mas não é essa a idéia d'As Frutas?H -É só uma fábula, cara, só uma fábula.J -hmm... Mas que parece que você tá apaixonado, parece.H -Uma fábula de mal gosto, então. Nada mais clichê que &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/UADBV0whNR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/12/da-srie-dilogos-quase-reais-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQXc7eSp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-6813363327323406513</id><published>2007-11-29T12:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:20.901-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:20.901-02:00</app:edited><title>26 - Jabuticaba (A Paixão de Deus - 2)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6813363327323406513/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=6813363327323406513&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/6813363327323406513?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/6813363327323406513?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/5ytGju5EC1w/26-jabuticaba-paixo-de-deus-2.html" title="26 - Jabuticaba (A Paixão de Deus - 2)" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R07ZKWqif2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/mRcA5JCENJ4/s72-c/6a00c2251c83f2f21900d09e46aab1be2b-200pi.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">Deus continuava absorto em seus devaneios, sentado num tronco de árvore.Ele lembrava da boca dela, mas não lembrava do resto. O formato do rosto, o nariz, o cabelo.Adão passou por ele correndo.O Senhor olhou pr'o lado e viu o tronco saindo do chão e se alongando para baixo dele. Suspirou.Segundos depois, passou por Ele uma legião de anjos enfurecidos.Ele levantou a mão cumprimentando os anjos. Só&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/5ytGju5EC1w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/26-jabuticaba-paixo-de-deus-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcNSXYzeyp7ImA9WB9VEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-2946098679394945663</id><published>2007-11-27T12:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T12:18:18.883-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-27T12:18:18.883-02:00</app:edited><title>Voltando</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2946098679394945663/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=2946098679394945663&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2946098679394945663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2946098679394945663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/B4iDKKWaOJQ/voltando.html" title="Voltando" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Ainda hoje teremos o capítulo 2 da série "A Paixão de Deus", que começou no último post e eu não tenho nem idéia de como continuar!*Risos nervosos*Aguardem!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/B4iDKKWaOJQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/voltando.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQH4ycCp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-4564728007003538846</id><published>2007-11-18T14:11:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:21.098-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:21.098-02:00</app:edited><title>.:as frutas:. Responde:</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4564728007003538846/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=4564728007003538846&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4564728007003538846?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4564728007003538846?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/9V4Tq44AtM8/as-frutas-responde.html" title=".:as frutas:. Responde:" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R0BtR2qif1I/AAAAAAAAAE0/tCLR7ZWkpYw/s72-c/iutubiu.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><content type="html">Sempre atendo às buscas dos nossos freqüentadores, .:as frutas:.® comenta os mais peculiares critérios utilizados para chegar ao blog."Dicotiledônea" – Cara, essa palavra é demais! É de termos como esse, que precisamos p’ra ser levados à sério!"Puf pêra criação" – Tá aí, alguém que ‘tava COM CERTEZA procurando por este blog. O que mais poderia ser com esses termos?"Frutas de E.V.A." – Isso foi &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=9V4Tq44AtM8:icXxXfgtDRc:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=9V4Tq44AtM8:icXxXfgtDRc:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=9V4Tq44AtM8:icXxXfgtDRc:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=9V4Tq44AtM8:icXxXfgtDRc:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=9V4Tq44AtM8:icXxXfgtDRc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/9V4Tq44AtM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-frutas-responde.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQHo-cCp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-4021285207891273790</id><published>2007-11-14T17:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:21.458-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:21.458-02:00</app:edited><title>A Paixão de Deus</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/4021285207891273790/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=4021285207891273790&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4021285207891273790?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/4021285207891273790?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/QzaqWkUaL2U/paixo-de-deus.html" title="A Paixão de Deus" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/RztSzEA0aaI/AAAAAAAAAEs/IrQ7YqfspG0/s72-c/nygirlofmydreams.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><content type="html">Longe da linha Mel Gibsoniana de roteiro, eu inicio a minha versão da Paixão.Uma das referências está aqui:O cara se apaixonou a primeira vista pela menina e criou um site pr'a tentar encontrá-la.&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=QzaqWkUaL2U:yPQ9HsopwX8:yIl2AUoC8zA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=QzaqWkUaL2U:yPQ9HsopwX8:7Q72WNTAKBA"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=QzaqWkUaL2U:yPQ9HsopwX8:V_sGLiPBpWU"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?i=QzaqWkUaL2U:yPQ9HsopwX8:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?a=QzaqWkUaL2U:yPQ9HsopwX8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/AsFrutas?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/QzaqWkUaL2U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/paixo-de-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkENRn4_cCp7ImA9WB9WEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-5170585336370132853</id><published>2007-11-12T16:48:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:04:57.048-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-11-14T18:04:57.048-02:00</app:edited><title>25 - Figo (A Paixão de Deus - 1)</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/5170585336370132853/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=5170585336370132853&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/5170585336370132853?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/5170585336370132853?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/nlBekl-Ro7g/25-figo.html" title="25 - Figo (A Paixão de Deus - 1)" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Deus estava apaixonado. Ela era uma deusa menor, nem a afrodite era.Ele a viu na saida do metrô. Só um relance bastou p'ra Ele não conseguir pensar em mais nada.-Senhor... Senhor? SENHOR! -Adão tentava, sem sucesso, acordar o Pai.Deus ficava absorto, olhando com cara de quem estava (e provavelmente estava de fato) contemplando o infinito. Ele contemplava porque não conseguia lembrar do rosto dela&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/nlBekl-Ro7g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/25-figo.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQHs8fyp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-2583429654123896081</id><published>2007-11-05T14:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:21.577-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:21.577-02:00</app:edited><title>24 - Lichia</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2583429654123896081/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=2583429654123896081&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2583429654123896081?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2583429654123896081?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/cd6sCAqjWBI/lichia.html" title="24 - Lichia" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/Ry9H_MX1yfI/AAAAAAAAAEU/EheDjLmCaUk/s72-c/lichia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><content type="html">Uma fruta,um brinquedo,uma surpresa!(não lembra?! clique aqui)&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/cd6sCAqjWBI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/11/lichia.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQHkzcCp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-2014172623148385160</id><published>2007-10-29T14:19:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:21.788-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:21.788-02:00</app:edited><title>23 - Pêssego</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/2014172623148385160/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=2014172623148385160&amp;isPopup=true" title="8 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2014172623148385160?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/2014172623148385160?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/g9q2cEcUNWw/23-pssego.html" title="23 - Pêssego" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/RyYIHMX1ycI/AAAAAAAAAD8/whg_xp2Huiw/s72-c/p%C3%AAssego.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>8</thr:total><content type="html">  Deus estava deprê.  Ele lembrava da sensação que tinha tido naquela segunda feira de maçã e aquele dia de praia chuvosa que resultou na pêra.  Era como uma tristeza, uma espécie de melancolia. O Barbudo estava sentado num pedaço de grama sob uma árvore genérica.  A árvore, percebendo essa tristeza sem razão e O interpelou:  -Senhor, porque te sentes triste? -Deus olhou p'ra árvore e disse:  -Ó &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/g9q2cEcUNWw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/10/23-pssego.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEcBRHg9fSp7ImA9WB9QE04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-6013524756907799188</id><published>2007-10-25T16:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T16:14:15.665-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2007-10-25T16:14:15.665-02:00</app:edited><title>Update - Amarula</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/6013524756907799188/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=6013524756907799188&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/6013524756907799188?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/6013524756907799188?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/-geaE2vWQYU/update-amarula.html" title="Update - Amarula" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><content type="html">Não resisti e fiz um update na Amarula.Me indicaram um vídeo fodástico sobre alcoolismo no mundo animal, vejam:http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/10/20-amarula-as-guerras-santas-4.htmlSó pra encher um pouco mais o saco dos cristãos!&lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/AsFrutas/~4/-geaE2vWQYU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-amarula.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAGQ34yeCp7ImA9WxRaEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28288747.post-7837155504693424532</id><published>2007-10-17T16:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T04:35:22.090-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-12-12T04:35:22.090-02:00</app:edited><title>22 - Jaca</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://asfrutas.blogspot.com/feeds/7837155504693424532/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28288747&amp;postID=7837155504693424532&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/7837155504693424532?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28288747/posts/default/7837155504693424532?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/AsFrutas/~3/fFZY362Nxsk/22-jaca.html" title="22 - Jaca" /><author><name>Claus Hansen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="31" height="21" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/R2K2NlYNxMI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QfKoorQKH7Q/S220/pro+fundo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eN3CxRgSB00/RxeaJHRCHEI/AAAAAAAAADk/pJTA__F2PsI/s72-c/art_het.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><content type="html">O anjo Lúcifer tinha acabado de inventar o estilingue, claro que ele deu um pra Adão.  Os testes nas colméias estavam dando muito certo: Adão atirava pedras e as abelhas, desnorteadas, ficavam muito putas.   Frente a essa situação o representante das abelhas foi reclamar com Deus:  - Que negócio é esse de deixar esse novato fazer o que quer?!  - Ó amigo abelho, não se zangue, ele é apenas um &lt;div class="feedflare"&gt;
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