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/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2009/07/un-poeme-sur-le-conditionnel-passe.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUNQXg_eSp7ImA9WxRXF0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-686003117317535716</id><published>2008-10-22T20:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T20:24:50.641-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-22T20:24:50.641-02:00</app:edited><title>Cemitério de Santa Isabel em Mucugê</title><summary type="html">As flores de plástico não morrem...@ bahia @ flickr&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/J6JQdJPfRYI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/686003117317535716/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=686003117317535716&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/686003117317535716?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/686003117317535716?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/J6JQdJPfRYI/cemitrio-de-santa-isabel-em-mucug.html" title="Cemitério de Santa Isabel em Mucugê" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_cemiteriomucuge01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/10/cemitrio-de-santa-isabel-em-mucug.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAFSHk5eip7ImA9WxRXFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-415671177001099625</id><published>2008-10-20T09:47:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T09:55:19.722-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-20T09:55:19.722-02:00</app:edited><title>E parece que não tem mesmo...</title><summary type="html">Os filmes de sábado, dia 18:Incarcânu a Tiortina | BRA, 2008, 24 min | O cotidiano de dois amigos em torno do bar e tudo o que se relacione com a cachaça.(0,5) | Podem dizer que eu não entendo das "tendências", mas de uma coisa eu tenho certeza: ninguém pagaria pra ver um filme sobre dois bêbados no interior da Bahia fazendo declarações públicas de amor à cachaça e a seu modo de vida a menos que &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/Djp8rXtjXX4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/415671177001099625/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=415671177001099625&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/415671177001099625?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/415671177001099625?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/Djp8rXtjXX4/e-parece-que-no-tem-mesmo.html" title="E parece que não tem mesmo..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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O tempo nublado pela manhã e o calor retumbante à tarde foi interrompido pela apresentação de dois curtas filmados aqui com debate com a diretora na Casa Afrânio Peixoto.Cega Seca | BRA, 24 min, 2003 | Um menino que cuida de aves nativas, tem um de seus animais levado pelo pai, devoto de Santa Luzia, para ser vendido por um &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/CdfnX2MbhB4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3614646807831835131/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=3614646807831835131&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3614646807831835131?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3614646807831835131?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/CdfnX2MbhB4/lenis-tambm-cultura-ou-quase.html" title="Lençóis também é cultura... ou quase." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/10/lenis-tambm-cultura-ou-quase.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ENSHo4eip7ImA9WxRQGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-9011737952590759499</id><published>2008-10-14T08:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T09:01:39.432-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-14T09:01:39.432-03:00</app:edited><title>Bandeiras em Mucugê</title><summary type="html">Mangueira...@ bahia @ flickr&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/FSzDJs5zdvE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/9011737952590759499/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=9011737952590759499&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/9011737952590759499?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/9011737952590759499?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/FSzDJs5zdvE/bandeiras-em-mucug.html" title="Bandeiras em Mucugê" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_bandeiras-mucuge21.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/10/bandeiras-em-mucug.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMBSHw5fip7ImA9WxRQGU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-6735875463093673245</id><published>2008-10-13T16:47:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T16:50:59.226-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-13T16:50:59.226-03:00</app:edited><title>Boa vizinhança</title><summary type="html">Notificações... Tô ficando craque nisso. Ou eu estou trabalhando demais...A cenaA raivaA soluçãoAgora, alguém acha que eu devia ter furado os pneus em vez dessa polidez toda?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/jgI-PaqnKKg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6735875463093673245/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=6735875463093673245&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/6735875463093673245?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/6735875463093673245?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/jgI-PaqnKKg/boa-vizinhana.html" title="Boa vizinhança" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_bicicleta-lencois01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/10/boa-vizinhana.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcERno9eip7ImA9WxRRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-1413634796653340361</id><published>2008-10-02T21:01:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:16:47.462-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-02T21:16:47.462-03:00</app:edited><title>... Eleições de coronel.</title><summary type="html">Lençóis, em praça que homenageia Horácio de Matos, o maior coronel do início do século da cidade, recebendo caminhão-palanque de candidato do PT.Se não bastasse os carros de som com musiquinhas carnavalescas no último volume, as crianças repetindo incessantemente as músicas dos dois candidatos, as brigas "de quem fala mais alto" na rua entre partidários e candidatos a vereador, além, claro, dos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/k761D2mG26g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1413634796653340361/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=1413634796653340361&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/1413634796653340361?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/1413634796653340361?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/k761D2mG26g/eleies-de-coronel.html" title="... Eleições de coronel." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_eleicoes-de-coronel.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/10/eleies-de-coronel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkEFSXs4eip7ImA9WxRRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-6045843244137207726</id><published>2008-09-30T08:29:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T08:36:58.532-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-30T08:36:58.532-03:00</app:edited><title>Vive La France em Salvador</title><summary type="html">Uma visita ao Museu Rodin...Ao Versailles e ao Louvre...Um cinema na Aliança Francesa...E, claro, com Robespierre pra Vereador...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/GLP4mOXdGzE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/6045843244137207726/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=6045843244137207726&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/6045843244137207726?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/6045843244137207726?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/GLP4mOXdGzE/vive-la-france-em-salvador.html" title="Vive La France em Salvador" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_vivelafrance01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/09/vive-la-france-em-salvador.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMFQ304eCp7ImA9WxRRE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-4569229223053214610</id><published>2008-09-25T14:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:23:32.330-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-25T14:23:32.330-03:00</app:edited><title>Eta vida besta, Meu Deus</title><summary type="html">Era uma tarde tranqüila em Lençóis...Argh!... Mais um turista-chato-metido-a-fotógrafo-amador...Isso cansa a minha beleza...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/50w74e-PfSA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4569229223053214610/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=4569229223053214610&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/4569229223053214610?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/4569229223053214610?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/50w74e-PfSA/eta-vida-besta-meu-deus.html" title="Eta vida besta, Meu Deus" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_gatinho01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/09/eta-vida-besta-meu-deus.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUQMQXs8eSp7ImA9WxRREE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-5583715895098023417</id><published>2008-09-21T16:55:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:03:00.571-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-21T17:03:00.571-03:00</app:edited><title>Jarê</title><summary type="html">Fogueira.Roda.Dança.Terreiro.Samba.Festa de Santa Bárbara, Terreiro Palácio de Ogum, Lençóis.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/3DNQy6KNUc0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5583715895098023417/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=5583715895098023417&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5583715895098023417?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5583715895098023417?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/3DNQy6KNUc0/jar.html" title="Jarê" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_jare01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/09/jar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8MR3o6fCp7ImA9WxRSFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-5933332911178707893</id><published>2008-09-17T08:46:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:01:26.414-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-17T09:01:26.414-03:00</app:edited><title>Impressões de um cristão-novo do regionalismo</title><summary type="html">São Paulo, SP, vista da Avenida Paulista a partir do Terraço Itália."O Regionalista Aprendiz vivia muito envergonhado de só conhecer de livros o sabor regional da vida de engenho. Não sabia como era um bangüê. Em menino esteve em Muribara. Mas naquele tempo não era ainda regionalista. Da casa de engenho só lhe ficou como lembrança uma mancha escura de almanjarra, a que estava ligada a recordação &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/g7it1qP2E1k" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5933332911178707893/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=5933332911178707893&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5933332911178707893?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5933332911178707893?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/g7it1qP2E1k/impresses-de-um-cristo-novo-do.html" title="Impressões de um cristão-novo do regionalismo" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_sppaulista01.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/09/impresses-de-um-cristo-novo-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4ARHs7fip7ImA9WxRSEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-2704357365391670798</id><published>2008-09-12T09:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T09:52:25.506-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-12T09:52:25.506-03:00</app:edited><title>Up-to-date</title><summary type="html">"Fui viajar. É bom visitar outros lugares, ver coisas diferentes, ter novas experiências. Viajei leve, pouca bagagem. Mas os meus pensamentos foram comigo. Gostaria de tê-los deixado em casa, para ver se eu mudava de assunto, se eu ficava diferente. Mas não há jeito de deixá-los em casa. Disse o Bernardo Soares: "De que me adianta ir até a China se não consigo desembarcar de mim mesmo? Quem &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/86ogunaFmdM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/2704357365391670798/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=2704357365391670798&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/2704357365391670798?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/2704357365391670798?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/86ogunaFmdM/up-to-date.html" title="Up-to-date" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUBSXYyeip7ImA9WxdUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-5587996676307668988</id><published>2008-07-29T19:59:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:30:58.892-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-29T20:30:58.892-03:00</app:edited><title>Reticente... pero no mucho.</title><summary type="html">Julho também ia passar batido...Mas a terça-feira "bundando" por conta do descanso de um trabalho e o CDslashDVD que eu carinhosamente ganhei me fizeram comentar alguma coisa por aqui...Aos poucos eu vou acordando deste inverno astral...&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/UZ_MAumwBpc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/5587996676307668988/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=5587996676307668988&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5587996676307668988?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/5587996676307668988?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/UZ_MAumwBpc/reticente-pero-no-mucho.html" title="Reticente... pero no mucho." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/07/reticente-pero-no-mucho.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEMEQn4yfCp7ImA9WxdXGUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-3564846099704038810</id><published>2008-06-30T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T01:20:03.094-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-02T01:20:03.094-03:00</app:edited><title>Reticente.</title><summary type="html">Junho: um mês sem nada pra dizer.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/ShlaS6kuazU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3564846099704038810/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=3564846099704038810&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3564846099704038810?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3564846099704038810?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/ShlaS6kuazU/reticente.html" title="Reticente." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/06/reticente.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYFRXs-eip7ImA9WxdUE0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-7210395222300745957</id><published>2008-05-07T16:12:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T20:11:54.552-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-29T20:11:54.552-03:00</app:edited><title>Mario Paint</title><summary type="html">O melhor jogo de todos os tempos.Eu fazia igual... Mas naquela época não tinha YouTube.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/2jn-N2p1UN8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7210395222300745957/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=7210395222300745957&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/7210395222300745957?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/7210395222300745957?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/2jn-N2p1UN8/take-on-me.html" title="Mario Paint" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/05/take-on-me.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUEMQ3k9eip7ImA9WxdXFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-8090918271667724289</id><published>2008-05-04T23:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T15:14:42.762-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-06-25T15:14:42.762-03:00</app:edited><title>Once</title><summary type="html">&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/J61v3b2yrzU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8090918271667724289/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=8090918271667724289&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8090918271667724289?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8090918271667724289?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/J61v3b2yrzU/once.html" title="Once" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/05/once.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cASXw5fCp7ImA9WxZUGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-3995447523610995433</id><published>2008-04-11T00:28:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T00:37:28.224-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-04-11T00:37:28.224-03:00</app:edited><title>Kara-o-kê.</title><summary type="html">Estou mudo... (...)Ainda não consegui me distanciar (parar) um pouco das coisas (problemas) que têm acontecido comigo (eu?) nos últimos tempos (nebulosos) para escrever (cuspir) alguma coisa aqui.Melhor esperar mais um pouco (muito).Mas só o fato de conseguir sentar (voltar para casa sem trânsito) hoje e escrever essas linhas (transliterar pensamentos) já é alguma (muita) coisa. (chega!)&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/kqP4a-CI4j4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3995447523610995433/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=3995447523610995433&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3995447523610995433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3995447523610995433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/kqP4a-CI4j4/kara-o-k.html" title="Kara-o-kê." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/04/kara-o-k.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUEQng8eCp7ImA9WxZXFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-8176872185969505080</id><published>2008-03-03T11:02:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T11:06:43.670-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-03-03T11:06:43.670-03:00</app:edited><title>Eu hein...!</title><summary type="html">"Sarcófago feito por Itthobaal, filho de Ahiram, rei de Byblos, para Ahiram seu pai, para que ele reste pela eternidade. Mas se um rei entre os reis, ou um governante entre os governantes, ou um comandante de um exército se levante contra Byblos e abra o sarcófago, que o cetro de seu poder seque e que o trono de seu reino seja deposto e que assim se faça a paz de Byblos. E quanto a ele, que seu &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/rGL5qBrDndg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8176872185969505080/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=8176872185969505080&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8176872185969505080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8176872185969505080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/rGL5qBrDndg/eu-hein.html" title="Eu hein...!" /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>5</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/03/eu-hein.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0cBRn05eip7ImA9WxZXEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-4447193218340546648</id><published>2008-02-28T19:20:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:50:57.322-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-28T19:50:57.322-03:00</app:edited><title>Plumas e paetês...</title><summary type="html">Tia Cleide, in memoriam.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/LqfFaV0POZM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/4447193218340546648/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=4447193218340546648&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/4447193218340546648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/4447193218340546648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/LqfFaV0POZM/plumas-e-paets.html" title="Plumas e paetês..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_tiacleide.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/02/plumas-e-paets.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE8EQXs_cSp7ImA9WxZQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-3674299824884077012</id><published>2008-02-17T02:34:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T02:40:00.549-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-17T02:40:00.549-03:00</app:edited><title>Diante da crise do currículo (im)perfeito...</title><summary type="html">"Talvez conviria, para conseguirmos falar dos livros não lidos sem sentirmos vergonha, nos livrarmos da imagem opressora de uma cultura sem lacunas, transmitida e imposta pela família e pelas instituições escolares, imagem com a qual tentamos em vão a vida inteira chegar a coincidir. Pois a verdade destinada aos outros importa menos do que a verdade sobre si, acessível somente a quem se libera da&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/5dF_DxTPUPU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3674299824884077012/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=3674299824884077012&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3674299824884077012?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3674299824884077012?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/5dF_DxTPUPU/diante-da-crise-do-currculo-imperfeito.html" title="Diante da crise do currículo (im)perfeito..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/02/diante-da-crise-do-currculo-imperfeito.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMRnc4fyp7ImA9WxZQEUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-8394983551470177359</id><published>2008-02-16T19:37:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-16T19:44:47.937-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-16T19:44:47.937-02:00</app:edited><title>A síntese da arquitetura moderna...</title><summary type="html">... Agora tá explicado porque ele já viveu 100 anos e casou com a secretária 50 anos mais nova.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/h-4Ayb9bNPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/8394983551470177359/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=8394983551470177359&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8394983551470177359?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/8394983551470177359?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/h-4Ayb9bNPY/sntese-da-arquitetura-moderna.html" title="A síntese da arquitetura moderna..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/02/sntese-da-arquitetura-moderna.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcCQHw5fSp7ImA9WxZRGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-1145123538934692711</id><published>2008-02-14T10:18:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T10:27:41.225-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-02-14T10:27:41.225-02:00</app:edited><title>Discours à Pascal...</title><summary type="html">Allons..."Si le nez de Cléopâtre eût été plus court, la face du monde en eût été changée"("Se moquer de la Philosophie, c'est vraiment philosopher")"À force de parler d'amour, l'on devient amoureux".... Merci, mon Valentine.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/oLiKhYel23s" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/1145123538934692711/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=1145123538934692711&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/1145123538934692711?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/1145123538934692711?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/oLiKhYel23s/discours-pascal.html" title="Discours à Pascal..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/02/discours-pascal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEYMQnkyeCp7ImA9WxZSE00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-3753283657117745433</id><published>2008-01-25T20:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T22:09:43.790-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-25T22:09:43.790-02:00</app:edited><title>Ratatouilles...</title><summary type="html">Ano retrasado, não pude participar porque estava num cruzeiro e não tinha contado pra ninguém. Eram as férias de um trabalho de levantamento numa Igreja no centro de São Paulo... Nem era tão chique, mas deu pra encher a pança...Ano passado, toquei prato e apresentei tai chi. Mesmo com as seqüelas da mão que não parava de tremer nas 12 horas seguintes com a vibração do prato e a crise das marmitas&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/Ju3Okv6m6Gk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/3753283657117745433/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=3753283657117745433&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3753283657117745433?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/3753283657117745433?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/Ju3Okv6m6Gk/ratatouilles.html" title="Ratatouilles..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/th_3festa-ano-chines.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/01/ratatouilles.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINSH85eSp7ImA9WxZTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37078426.post-7561877326609362990</id><published>2008-01-11T13:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T14:06:39.121-02:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-01-11T14:06:39.121-02:00</app:edited><title>Das palavras de Agatha Christie...</title><summary type="html">"- (...) Mas não falemos mais nisso. Você sabe, Hastings, em muitos aspectos, encaro você como minha mascote.- É mesmo? E de que maneira?Poirot não respondeu diretamente a minha pergunta. Fez um rodeio:- Logo que soube de seu regresso, disse comigo mesmo: algo vai acontecer. Como nos velhos tempos iremos à caça juntos, nós dois. Mas esse caso não será comum. Deverá ser algo - ele moveu as mãos &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/pedromurilo/~4/9L7U9ayyb9o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/feeds/7561877326609362990/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37078426&amp;postID=7561877326609362990&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/7561877326609362990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37078426/posts/default/7561877326609362990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/pedromurilo/~3/9L7U9ayyb9o/das-palavras-de-agatha-christie.html" title="Das palavras de Agatha Christie..." /><author><name>Pmugf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13021054279790110402</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="28" height="32" src="http://i129.photobucket.com/albums/p234/Pmugf/blog/eu13.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://pedromurilo.blogspot.com/2008/01/das-palavras-de-agatha-christie.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

