<?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-13245840</id><updated>2011-11-23T11:28:59.472-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MicroContos da Zezé</title><subtitle type='html'>MicroContos, com até 150 caracteres, criados por mim.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-8533205821202334992</id><published>2009-12-05T21:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T21:18:33.485-02:00</updated><title type='text'>77 - Mesma hora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Todo o dia, à mesma hora, no mesmo chat, tinham encontro marcado. Trocavam confidências, carícias. Na vida real nunca se viram, nunca se tocaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-8533205821202334992?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/8533205821202334992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=8533205821202334992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/8533205821202334992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/8533205821202334992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2009/12/77-mesma-hora.html' title='77 - Mesma hora'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-85650489579475344</id><published>2007-09-22T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T11:09:04.600-03:00</updated><title type='text'>76 - Quatro amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O tempo havia passado para os quatro amigos. No café, relembravam os arroubos da juventude enquanto despiam com o olhar as ninfetas que passavam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-85650489579475344?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/85650489579475344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=85650489579475344&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/85650489579475344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/85650489579475344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/quatro-amigos.html' title='76 - Quatro amigos'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-7016631556030204985</id><published>2007-09-02T21:44:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:45:15.915-03:00</updated><title type='text'>75 - Ego</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Os problemas de audição nunca o afetaram, seu ego sempre falou mais alto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-7016631556030204985?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/7016631556030204985/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=7016631556030204985&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/7016631556030204985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/7016631556030204985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/75-ego.html' title='75 - Ego'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-548251174446430485</id><published>2007-09-02T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:39:36.450-03:00</updated><title type='text'>74 - Gato preto</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No muro de pedra, cantando à luz do luar, o gato preto faz dupla com sua sombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-548251174446430485?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/548251174446430485/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=548251174446430485&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/548251174446430485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/548251174446430485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/74-gato-preto.html' title='74 - Gato preto'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-1421050737776959031</id><published>2007-09-02T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:25:15.678-03:00</updated><title type='text'>73 - Castelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;De sua infância guardou a imagem da neve cobrindo as ameias do castelo. Talvez por isso, ainda acredite que o príncipe encantado vai chegar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-1421050737776959031?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/1421050737776959031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=1421050737776959031&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/1421050737776959031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/1421050737776959031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/73-castelo.html' title='73 - Castelo'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-2632759245116171424</id><published>2007-09-02T21:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T21:06:03.615-03:00</updated><title type='text'>72 - Xale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Envolta em seu xale negro, a fadista, canta de olhos serrados, “fingindo sentir a amargura que deveras sente”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-2632759245116171424?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/2632759245116171424/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=2632759245116171424&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/2632759245116171424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/2632759245116171424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/71-xale.html' title='72 - Xale'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-5672175640963926231</id><published>2007-09-02T20:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-02T20:47:02.943-03:00</updated><title type='text'>71 - Convés</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No convés, com as estrelas por companheiras, pôs o olhar no horizonte e sentiu que uma nova vida se iniciava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-5672175640963926231?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/5672175640963926231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=5672175640963926231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/5672175640963926231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/5672175640963926231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/09/71-convs.html' title='71 - Convés'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-4853206351202999552</id><published>2007-08-29T18:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T18:48:29.525-03:00</updated><title type='text'>70 - Galanteios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria ficou arrasada, agora não mais ouvia assobios dos peões nas obras, mas sim os galanteios do seu geriatra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-4853206351202999552?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/4853206351202999552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=4853206351202999552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/4853206351202999552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/4853206351202999552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2007/08/70-galanteios.html' title='70 - Galanteios'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115745891682805150</id><published>2006-09-05T09:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:21:56.826-03:00</updated><title type='text'>69 - Tarde demais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já no motel, tarde demais, Luís Gustavo descobriu que seus olhos não eram verdes, seus cabelos não eram dourados, suas unhas eram roídas e a bunda, tão atraente, era falsa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115745891682805150?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115745891682805150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115745891682805150&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745891682805150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745891682805150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/09/69-tarde-demais.html' title='69 - Tarde demais'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115745870508774632</id><published>2006-09-05T09:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:18:25.086-03:00</updated><title type='text'>68 - Na missa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na missa, os fiéis rezam com fervor para que Dona Maricota esteja com dor de garganta e não possa entoar seus hinos de louvor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115745870508774632?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115745870508774632/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115745870508774632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745870508774632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745870508774632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/09/68-na-missa.html' title='68 - Na missa'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115745848221710378</id><published>2006-09-05T09:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T09:19:19.963-03:00</updated><title type='text'>67 - Musa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Achara, finalmente, sua musa inspiradora: sem celulite, sem pneuzinhos na cintura, voz rouca e aveludada. Só um detalhe o incomodava: usarem o mesmo banheiro no restaurante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115745848221710378?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115745848221710378/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115745848221710378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745848221710378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115745848221710378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/09/67-musa.html' title='67 - Musa'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115314515970830887</id><published>2006-07-17T11:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T11:05:59.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>66 – Sombra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Era tão arrogante, que a própria sombra tinha dificuldade em acompanhá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115314515970830887?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115314515970830887/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115314515970830887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314515970830887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314515970830887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/07/66-sombra.html' title='66 – Sombra'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115314460803045553</id><published>2006-07-17T10:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:56:48.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>65 – Um século</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Ele já tinha 70, ela vivia a volúpia dos 30; na cama um século de sabedoria os contemplava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115314460803045553?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115314460803045553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115314460803045553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314460803045553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314460803045553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/07/65-um-sculo.html' title='65 – Um século'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-115314442681102818</id><published>2006-07-17T10:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T10:53:46.813-03:00</updated><title type='text'>64 – Frivolidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Marta não via mais nada à sua frente a não ser a cenoura da frivolidade que norteou toda a sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-115314442681102818?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/115314442681102818/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=115314442681102818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314442681102818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/115314442681102818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/07/64-frivolidade.html' title='64 – Frivolidade'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113617141023979763</id><published>2006-01-02T01:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:10:10.240-02:00</updated><title type='text'>63 - Reveillon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria Isabel enviuvara naquele ano. No reveillon não usou calcinhas. Finalmente estava livre!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113617141023979763?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113617141023979763/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113617141023979763&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617141023979763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617141023979763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/01/63-reveillon.html' title='63 - Reveillon'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113617133703279994</id><published>2006-01-02T01:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:15:51.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'>62 - Sylvias e Florbelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A tarde correu calma e silenciosa. Lembrou-se de Sylvias e Florbelas. Só não tinha coragem para escrever a mesma história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113617133703279994?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113617133703279994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113617133703279994&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617133703279994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617133703279994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/01/62-sylvias-e-florbelas.html' title='62 - Sylvias e Florbelas'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113617124594630021</id><published>2006-01-02T01:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T01:19:06.503-02:00</updated><title type='text'>61 - Memória</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A senhora olhava com avidez à sua volta, como a tentar marcar na retina aquilo que não tinha mais registro em sua memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113617124594630021?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113617124594630021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113617124594630021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617124594630021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113617124594630021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2006/01/61-memria.html' title='61 - Memória'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113254227172450769</id><published>2005-11-21T01:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:04:31.726-02:00</updated><title type='text'>60 – Vítimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Com ar zombeteiro, o público que deixava o cinema olhava as próximas vítimas à espera na fila.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113254227172450769?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113254227172450769/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113254227172450769&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254227172450769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254227172450769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/11/60-vtimas.html' title='60 – Vítimas'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113254207506484819</id><published>2005-11-21T01:00:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:01:15.063-02:00</updated><title type='text'>59 – Beijo roubado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Na tela o galã rouba um beijo da mocinha. Na platéia, Jurema chora a solidão de quem nunca teve um beijo roubado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113254207506484819?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113254207506484819/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113254207506484819&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254207506484819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254207506484819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/11/59-beijo-roubado.html' title='59 – Beijo roubado'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-113254199611990403</id><published>2005-11-21T00:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T01:08:44.326-02:00</updated><title type='text'>58 – Mostra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Não falava árabe, russo, alemão ou chinês, mas sempre que ia a uma sessão da Mostra Internacional de Cinema dava-se ares de poliglota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-113254199611990403?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/113254199611990403/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=113254199611990403&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254199611990403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/113254199611990403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/11/58-mostra.html' title='58 – Mostra'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112828405469294938</id><published>2005-10-02T17:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T11:49:37.270-03:00</updated><title type='text'>57 - Pipoca</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Seu João nunca entrou num cinema, porém sabe de cor os sucessos da temporada. Os saquinhos de pipoca vendidos não lhe deixam nenhuma dúvida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112828405469294938?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112828405469294938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112828405469294938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828405469294938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828405469294938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/10/57-pipoca.html' title='57 - Pipoca'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112828399164255693</id><published>2005-10-02T17:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:13:11.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>56 - Nunca mais</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Era a primeira vez que iam ao cinema. Quis impressionar a garota, escolheu um filme chinês sem legendas. Nunca mais se viram. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112828399164255693?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112828399164255693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112828399164255693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828399164255693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828399164255693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/10/56-nunca-mais.html' title='56 - Nunca mais'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112828392708186034</id><published>2005-10-02T17:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T17:12:07.093-03:00</updated><title type='text'>55 - Uma idéia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma idéia na cabeça. Uma câmera na mão. Uma merda na tela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112828392708186034?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112828392708186034/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112828392708186034&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828392708186034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112828392708186034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/10/55-uma-idia.html' title='55 - Uma idéia'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112706406089507220</id><published>2005-09-18T14:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T20:35:13.120-02:00</updated><title type='text'>54 - Bia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No canto do quarto Bia sentia-se só. Não ouvia canções de ninar, não lhe trocavam a roupa. Ana tornara-se mulher; a boneca não tinha mais importância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112706406089507220?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112706406089507220/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112706406089507220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706406089507220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706406089507220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/09/54-bia.html' title='54 - Bia'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112706397400158820</id><published>2005-09-18T14:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:19:34.003-03:00</updated><title type='text'>53 - Lulu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida de Nadia é caótica. O amante um broxa. O marido um idiota. Só Lulu, seu cão de estimação, sabe fazê-la verdadeiramente feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112706397400158820?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112706397400158820/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112706397400158820&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706397400158820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706397400158820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/09/53-lulu.html' title='53 - Lulu'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112706373218473108</id><published>2005-09-18T14:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T14:38:05.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>52 - Sofisticada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela é a puta mais sofisticada do bordel, recebe os clientes vestindo apenas uma gota de Chanel nº 5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112706373218473108?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112706373218473108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112706373218473108&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706373218473108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112706373218473108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/09/52-sofisticada.html' title='52 - Sofisticada'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112494297262418551</id><published>2005-08-25T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:09:32.623-03:00</updated><title type='text'>51 - Par ideal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Assim como Romeu e Julieta eram feitos um para o outro, eles também formam o par ideal – ela, uma vadia; ele, um corno. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112494297262418551?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112494297262418551/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112494297262418551&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494297262418551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494297262418551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/08/51-par-ideal.html' title='51 - Par ideal'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112494278901511980</id><published>2005-08-25T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:06:29.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>50 - Roupa de domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Maria vestiu roupa de domingo. Sentou-se à janela. Esperou pelo príncipe encantado que nunca chegou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112494278901511980?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112494278901511980/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112494278901511980&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494278901511980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494278901511980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/08/50-roupa-de-domingo.html' title='50 - Roupa de domingo'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112494271526569487</id><published>2005-08-25T01:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:05:15.266-03:00</updated><title type='text'>49 - Ana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Por um longo momento, Ana olhou-o ali deitado. Percebeu que não havia mais nada a uni-los. Apagou a luz e saiu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112494271526569487?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112494271526569487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112494271526569487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494271526569487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112494271526569487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/08/49-ana.html' title='49 - Ana'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112269698728171865</id><published>2005-07-30T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:07:52.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>48 – Serenamente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O padre perguntou se havia alguém que pudesse impedir aquele matrimônio. Serenamente, Rosa olhou seu buquê. Ah, se os botões de laranjeira falassem!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112269698728171865?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112269698728171865/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112269698728171865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269698728171865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269698728171865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/48-serenamente.html' title='48 – Serenamente'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112269693180888036</id><published>2005-07-30T01:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:12:10.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>47 – Ronronou</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando Lia chegou, seus lindos olhos azuis iluminaram-se. Agora sua tigela de ração ficaria cheia e a caixa de areia limpa. Ronronou aliviado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112269693180888036?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112269693180888036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112269693180888036&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269693180888036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269693180888036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/47-ronronou.html' title='47 – Ronronou'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112269684367733831</id><published>2005-07-30T01:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T01:10:29.256-03:00</updated><title type='text'>46 – Aquele beijo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Desejou aquele beijo com todo o ardor. Mas, quando finalmente aconteceu, soube que nada poderia haver entre eles... Odiava alho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112269684367733831?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112269684367733831/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112269684367733831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269684367733831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112269684367733831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/46-aquele-beijo.html' title='46 – Aquele beijo'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082373520859730</id><published>2005-07-08T08:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:08:16.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>45 – Pela TV</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Lídia compra tudo o que a televisão anuncia. Tinha lindos cabelos, até usar aquele novo shampoo. Ontem, comprou pela TV uma nova peruca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082373520859730?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082373520859730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082373520859730&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082373520859730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082373520859730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/45-pela-tv.html' title='45 – Pela TV'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082367544665899</id><published>2005-07-08T08:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:10:13.456-03:00</updated><title type='text'>44 - Bordel da esquina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ela quis matar-se, mas preferiu se mudar para o bordel da esquina. Ele estourou os miolos; não resistiu ao vê-la tão feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082367544665899?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082367544665899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082367544665899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082367544665899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082367544665899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/44-bordel-da-esquina.html' title='44 - Bordel da esquina'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082361009894355</id><published>2005-07-08T08:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:21:41.453-03:00</updated><title type='text'>43 – Sexta-feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sexta-feira. Mesa posta. Na sala, burburinho de vozes e risos. Ele sentou-se na varanda, perdeu o olhar no infinito, e teve a solidão por companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082361009894355?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082361009894355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082361009894355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082361009894355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082361009894355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/43-sexta-feira.html' title='43 – Sexta-feira'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082354457458224</id><published>2005-07-08T08:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:52:24.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>42 – Arthur</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Arthur, homem de princípios, ficou à beira de um ataque de nervos desde que a esposa e a amante resolveram formar um novo casal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082354457458224?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082354457458224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082354457458224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082354457458224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082354457458224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/42-arthur.html' title='42 – Arthur'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082335117667616</id><published>2005-07-08T08:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T08:49:11.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>41 – André</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A vida de André fora uma grande mentira. Quando morreu, adornaram-lhe o caixão com lindos lírios de plástico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082335117667616?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082335117667616/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082335117667616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082335117667616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082335117667616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/41-andr.html' title='41 – André'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112082329854308224</id><published>2005-07-08T08:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:15:08.643-03:00</updated><title type='text'>40 – Álvaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Vestido de bufão, andando de gatas, latindo como cão amestrado, Álvaro, como todo o apaixonado, acha-se capaz de grandes gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112082329854308224?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112082329854308224/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112082329854308224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082329854308224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112082329854308224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/40-lvaro.html' title='40 – Álvaro'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112069316956552705</id><published>2005-07-06T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T09:22:49.220-03:00</updated><title type='text'>39 – Formiga Mariana</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Domingo no parque. Toda arrumada, com as antenas luzindo, a formiga Mariana faz pose para a fotografia em cima da cesta de piquenique.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112069316956552705?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112069316956552705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112069316956552705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069316956552705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069316956552705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/39-formiga-mariana.html' title='39 – Formiga Mariana'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112069310170385949</id><published>2005-07-06T20:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:38:21.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>38 – Velha avó</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No canto da sala, a mesinha com as fotografias da família é agora a única memória da velha avó.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112069310170385949?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112069310170385949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112069310170385949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069310170385949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069310170385949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/38-velha-av.html' title='38 – Velha avó'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112069302356089330</id><published>2005-07-06T20:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T20:37:03.563-03:00</updated><title type='text'>37 - Preliminares</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Quando conheceu Marcos, descobriu que não há necessidade de falar sobre semiótica durante as preliminares. Agora tem orgasmos múltiplos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112069302356089330?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112069302356089330/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112069302356089330&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069302356089330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112069302356089330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/37-preliminares.html' title='37 - Preliminares'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112040626824293744</id><published>2005-07-03T12:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T01:32:38.480-03:00</updated><title type='text'>36 – Fleur de Rocaille</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Era tão pretensiosa que acreditava piamente que seus peidos exalavam aroma de Fleur de Rocaille.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112040626824293744?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112040626824293744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112040626824293744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040626824293744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040626824293744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/36-fleur-de-rocaille.html' title='36 – Fleur de Rocaille'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112040616371563906</id><published>2005-07-03T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:56:03.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>35 – Novela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Ele sussurrava palavras ternas, ela excitada e vaidosa acreditava. Hoje, sozinha assiste à novela das oito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112040616371563906?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112040616371563906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112040616371563906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040616371563906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040616371563906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/35-novela.html' title='35 – Novela'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112040605858797730</id><published>2005-07-03T12:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T12:56:49.766-03:00</updated><title type='text'>34 – Outro corpo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Com orgasmos múltiplos, saudou a tarde que se despedia. Finalmente, encontrara um outro corpo que vibrava em uníssono com o seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112040605858797730?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112040605858797730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112040605858797730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040605858797730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112040605858797730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/34-outro-corpo.html' title='34 – Outro corpo'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112022282097143789</id><published>2005-07-01T09:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T10:00:20.973-03:00</updated><title type='text'>33 – Palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No palco, dois atores sem talento encenavam um texto sem paixão. Era a arte imitando a vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112022282097143789?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112022282097143789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112022282097143789&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022282097143789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022282097143789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/33-palco.html' title='33 – Palco'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112022269501549850</id><published>2005-07-01T09:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T09:58:15.016-03:00</updated><title type='text'>32 – Velhos bordéis</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Uma taça de vinho. Um cigarro na piteira dourada, almofadas de veludo, risos, tilintar de cristais... Clara adorava relembrar os velhos bordéis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112022269501549850?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112022269501549850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112022269501549850&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022269501549850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022269501549850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/32-velhos-bordis.html' title='32 – Velhos bordéis'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-112022260362781228</id><published>2005-07-01T09:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T10:54:31.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>31 – Candelabro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Iluminou segredos, juras de amor, assistiu a brigas, viu reconciliações. Agora, naquele monturo, o velho candelabro jazia com os escombros da casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-112022260362781228?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/112022260362781228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=112022260362781228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022260362781228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/112022260362781228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/07/31-candelabro.html' title='31 – Candelabro'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111887995266598432</id><published>2005-06-15T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T21:00:49.753-03:00</updated><title type='text'>30 – Bandeiras despregadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A bandeiras despregadas, a platéia ri com as piruetas do palhaço. Só a mulher gorda percebeu que a lágrima em seu rosto não era desenhada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111887995266598432?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111887995266598432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111887995266598432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887995266598432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887995266598432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/30-bandeiras-despregadas.html' title='30 – Bandeiras despregadas'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111887987772110868</id><published>2005-06-15T20:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:57:57.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>29 – Luc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A velha sovina morreu. Deixou à irmã o coração, ao irmão o fígado, à prima a córnea direita e ao primo a esquerda. O gato Luc herdou a mansão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111887987772110868?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111887987772110868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111887987772110868&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887987772110868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887987772110868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/29-luc.html' title='29 – Luc'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111887973774026838</id><published>2005-06-15T20:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T20:56:15.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>28 – Antecuco</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Deu-lhe um dicionário com o verbete antecuco grifado. No dia seguinte leu a manchete: Noivo mata noiva e depois se enforca. Leo não pôde mais dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111887973774026838?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111887973774026838/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111887973774026838&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887973774026838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111887973774026838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/28-antecuco.html' title='28 – Antecuco'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111836731042319928</id><published>2005-06-09T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:35:10.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>27 – Arco-íris</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O velho duende não achou seu pote de ouro. Percebeu que fora enganado, não lhe restou alternativa: roubou as cores do arco-íris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111836731042319928?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111836731042319928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111836731042319928&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836731042319928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836731042319928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/27-arco-ris.html' title='27 – Arco-íris'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111836720412548621</id><published>2005-06-09T22:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T22:33:57.030-03:00</updated><title type='text'>26 – Desperdício</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naquele final de manhã, quis lançar-lhe uma praga. Mas seria  um desperdício gastar com ele tanta energia. Achou melhor comprar um vestido novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111836720412548621?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111836720412548621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111836720412548621&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836720412548621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836720412548621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/26-desperdcio.html' title='26 – Desperdício'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111836713231125118</id><published>2005-06-09T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-14T18:52:06.440-03:00</updated><title type='text'>25 – Convenção</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Na convenção anual das bruxas, o grande sucesso foi a apresentação do novo modelo informatizado de vassoura voadora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111836713231125118?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111836713231125118/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111836713231125118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836713231125118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111836713231125118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/25-conveno.html' title='25 – Convenção'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111828636574491880</id><published>2005-06-09T00:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:08:00.803-03:00</updated><title type='text'>24 – Na gaveta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Na gaveta da cômoda, os papéis amarelados pelo tempo, contavam histórias de amor que há muito tinham sido esquecidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111828636574491880?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111828636574491880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111828636574491880&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828636574491880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828636574491880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/24-na-gaveta.html' title='24 – Na gaveta'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111828626692505784</id><published>2005-06-09T00:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:04:26.930-03:00</updated><title type='text'>23 – Reencarnação</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;No céu, as inscrições para reencarnação foram abertas. Foi a primeira a chegar ao guichê das amantes. Desta vez, não lavaria cuecas por mais uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111828626692505784?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111828626692505784/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111828626692505784&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828626692505784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828626692505784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/23-reencarnao.html' title='23 – Reencarnação'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111828620125300359</id><published>2005-06-09T00:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T00:03:21.260-03:00</updated><title type='text'>22 – Verruga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Naquela galáxia distante a mãe verruga aconselha seu filho a não contar estrelas... Pois poderiam nascer-lhe meninos na ponta do dedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111828620125300359?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111828620125300359/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111828620125300359&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828620125300359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111828620125300359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/22-verruga.html' title='22 – Verruga'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111820199318083844</id><published>2005-06-08T00:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:43:37.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>21 – Hipótese</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Há muito não se toleravam, mas a hipótese de um deles ficar sem o gato era a única razão para ainda não se terem separado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111820199318083844?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111820199318083844/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111820199318083844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820199318083844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820199318083844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/21-hiptese.html' title='21 – Hipótese'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111820192310461010</id><published>2005-06-08T00:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:43:08.546-03:00</updated><title type='text'>20 – Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A liberdade estava ali tão próxima. Para alcançá-la, só precisou deixar-se levar pelo vento que envolvia o penhasco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111820192310461010?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111820192310461010/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111820192310461010&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820192310461010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820192310461010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/20-liberdade.html' title='20 – Liberdade'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111820184754456064</id><published>2005-06-08T00:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T00:42:40.776-03:00</updated><title type='text'>19 – Garçom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A mulherzinha, na mesa ao lado, era tão desagradável que o garçom não titubeou em lhe trazer a caipirinha temperada pela própria saliva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111820184754456064?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111820184754456064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111820184754456064&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820184754456064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111820184754456064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/19-garom.html' title='19 – Garçom'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111803051339504911</id><published>2005-06-06T01:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:01:53.400-03:00</updated><title type='text'>18 – Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Olhou ao seu redor e só encontrou um enorme vazio. Finalmente, percebeu que na busca por novos amores, não teve tempo para viver um.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111803051339504911?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111803051339504911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111803051339504911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803051339504911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803051339504911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/18-vazio.html' title='18 – Vazio'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111803044872371021</id><published>2005-06-06T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T01:00:48.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>17 – Jornal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Levantou-se e foi até a cozinha. Esperou, como era costume, que ela lhe servisse o café. Mas, naquela manhã, só o jornal lhe fez companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111803044872371021?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111803044872371021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111803044872371021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803044872371021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803044872371021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/17-jornal.html' title='17 – Jornal'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111803037402470899</id><published>2005-06-06T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T00:59:34.026-03:00</updated><title type='text'>16 – Procela</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O pescador não voltou à praia. Na procela, seu barco procurou abrigo num rochedo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111803037402470899?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111803037402470899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111803037402470899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803037402470899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111803037402470899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/06/16-procela.html' title='16 – Procela'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111754993662750762</id><published>2005-05-31T11:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:32:16.626-03:00</updated><title type='text'>15 – Fumaça</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Atrás da cortina de fumaça, deixada pelo cigarro que fumava, a mulher escondia uma lágrima de tristeza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111754993662750762?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111754993662750762/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111754993662750762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754993662750762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754993662750762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/15-fumaa.html' title='15 – Fumaça'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111754986332837104</id><published>2005-05-31T11:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:31:03.330-03:00</updated><title type='text'>14 – Andor</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sua roupa de anjo era linda, tule suíço, arminho francês. Acompanhava o andor em fervorosa devoção. Rezava para que o santo não caísse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111754986332837104?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111754986332837104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111754986332837104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754986332837104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754986332837104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/14-andor.html' title='14 – Andor'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111754979611783428</id><published>2005-05-31T11:28:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T11:29:56.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>13 – Cortinas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Abriu as cortinas e deixou que a luz do dia visitasse a sala. Agora não estava mais sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111754979611783428?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111754979611783428/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111754979611783428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754979611783428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111754979611783428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/13-cortinas.html' title='13 – Cortinas'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111740664631084399</id><published>2005-05-29T19:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:44:06.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>12 – Noite estrelada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Sob a noite estrelada, deitou-se na areia e deixou que o mar lhe servisse de cobertor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111740664631084399?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111740664631084399/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111740664631084399&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740664631084399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740664631084399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/12-noite-estrelada.html' title='12 – Noite estrelada'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111740656928009281</id><published>2005-05-29T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:46:34.906-03:00</updated><title type='text'>11 – Na varanda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;O maior divertimento do aposentado era juntar-se ao neto na, varanda, e apostar qual dos dois conseguia acertar o maior número de carecas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111740656928009281?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111740656928009281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111740656928009281&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740656928009281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740656928009281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/11-na-varanda.html' title='11 – Na varanda'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111740650839840370</id><published>2005-05-29T19:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:47:40.983-03:00</updated><title type='text'>10 – Reflexo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" &gt;Mais rápido do que imaginara, a velhice tinha chegado. Agora só o reflexo no espelho lhe fazia companhia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111740650839840370?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111740650839840370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111740650839840370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740650839840370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111740650839840370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/10-reflexo.html' title='10 – Reflexo'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732693020885567</id><published>2005-05-28T21:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:48:28.890-03:00</updated><title type='text'>09 – Perfeccionista</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;O músico era tão perfeccionista que naquela tarde, quando seu gato miou uma oitava acima, não hesitou em atirá-lo pela janela.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732693020885567?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732693020885567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732693020885567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732693020885567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732693020885567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/09-perfeccionista.html' title='09 – Perfeccionista'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732686460511302</id><published>2005-05-28T21:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:39:24.223-03:00</updated><title type='text'>08 – Terceira dose</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Mesmo após a terceira dose, ele ainda continuava a lhe parecer completamente estúpido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732686460511302?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732686460511302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732686460511302&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732686460511302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732686460511302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/08-terceira-dose.html' title='08 – Terceira dose'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732679386777731</id><published>2005-05-28T21:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:40:39.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>07 – Faltou viver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Já tinha plantado uma árvore, feito um filho, escrito um livro. Triste, percebeu que só lhe faltou viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732679386777731?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732679386777731/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732679386777731&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732679386777731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732679386777731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/07-faltou-viver.html' title='07 – Faltou viver'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732671553003738</id><published>2005-05-27T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:41:11.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>06 - Banda</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Olhou pela janela e não viu a banda passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732671553003738?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732671553003738/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732671553003738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732671553003738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732671553003738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/06-banda.html' title='06 - Banda'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732639782306370</id><published>2005-05-27T21:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:42:38.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>05 – Toc-toc</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Com o toc-toc dos saltos, a vizinha do décimo andar, ainda madrugada, prenuncia a hora da missa dominical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732639782306370?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732639782306370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732639782306370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732639782306370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732639782306370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/05-toc-toc.html' title='05 – Toc-toc'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732632333860242</id><published>2005-05-27T21:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:43:15.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'>04 - Vitório</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Dona Elvira era tão chata que Vitório, seu cachorro de estimação, precisou ir ao terapeuta para se recuperar da depressão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732632333860242?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732632333860242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732632333860242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732632333860242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732632333860242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/04-vitrio.html' title='04 - Vitório'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732623652859566</id><published>2005-05-26T21:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:44:02.646-03:00</updated><title type='text'>03 – Velhice</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Quando olhou seu rosto no espelho, percebeu que as rugas não lhe traziam a angustia da velhice, mas a certeza de que agora podia dizer o que queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732623652859566?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732623652859566/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732623652859566&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732623652859566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732623652859566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/03-velhice.html' title='03 – Velhice'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732579500892570</id><published>2005-05-26T19:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T19:48:40.640-03:00</updated><title type='text'>02 – Bichano</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Estava tão mal-humorada naquela manhã, que pisar o rabo do gato foi a melhor carícia com que o bichano pôde contar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732579500892570?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732579500892570/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732579500892570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732579500892570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732579500892570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/02-bichano.html' title='02 – Bichano'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13245840.post-111732018156327475</id><published>2005-05-26T18:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T01:45:18.360-03:00</updated><title type='text'>01 – Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Na madrugada insone, ela procurava por um lampejo de juventude na cama desfeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Passarinho que come pedra; sabe o cu que tem.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13245840-111732018156327475?l=microcontoszeze.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/feeds/111732018156327475/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13245840&amp;postID=111732018156327475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732018156327475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13245840/posts/default/111732018156327475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://microcontoszeze.blogspot.com/2005/05/01-madrugada.html' title='01 – Madrugada'/><author><name>Zeze Pina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06770052609660548042</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://zezepina.utopia.com.br/zeze.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
