tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-258764452011-07-28T23:14:27.434+01:00[you're so real for me][ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comBlogger5611100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-35754397998103433542011-06-22T11:28:00.004+01:002011-06-22T11:33:43.044+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXnEEEnZ7KU/TgHEqu17MkI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/QVElgqRdR-4/s1600/franwood.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 399px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620990048342848066" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bXnEEEnZ7KU/TgHEqu17MkI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/QVElgqRdR-4/s400/franwood.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ela (branca): </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Atrai pessoas com luz. Apaixona-se por entre os raios. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ele: escuridão </span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tentou matar o que não existia.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3575439799810343354?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-24769838397912273962011-06-22T11:22:00.006+01:002011-06-22T11:25:58.558+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:280%;color:#cc0000;">Procura-se: o porquê da brutalidade.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2476983839791227396?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-21069878280169293662011-06-21T13:14:00.001+01:002011-06-21T13:15:46.362+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tonturas</span> - tanto cá dentro.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2106987828016929366?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-61432303847211336812011-06-21T13:13:00.000+01:002011-06-21T13:14:19.763+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LVk_umze1o/TgCLCrBVqqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Rg7oSkOKIu0/s1600/02.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620645212982717090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7LVk_umze1o/TgCLCrBVqqI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/Rg7oSkOKIu0/s400/02.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6143230384721133681?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-54854443326781336892011-06-21T13:08:00.000+01:002011-06-21T13:13:44.780+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-kG0NS_UWw/TgCK8-tWL5I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Sh_NhVdba1I/s1600/01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620645115188359058" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-s-kG0NS_UWw/TgCK8-tWL5I/AAAAAAAAA0I/Sh_NhVdba1I/s400/01.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5485444332678133689?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-85728434397273854752011-06-21T12:44:00.004+01:002011-06-22T11:27:33.693+01:00<p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">(talvez) não seja o melhor dia para estar no passado</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8572843439727385475?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-72941167549944979412011-06-20T16:15:00.000+01:002011-06-20T15:21:42.155+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu3hcFnwuLs/Tf9TodpJeVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xG75ysZw6pw/s1600/Self-Deceit%2B_3%252C%2BRome%252C%2BItaly.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 385px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620302814598756690" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mu3hcFnwuLs/Tf9TodpJeVI/AAAAAAAAAz4/xG75ysZw6pw/s400/Self-Deceit%2B_3%252C%2BRome%252C%2BItaly.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#c0c0c0;">voltar. ao regresso <strong>CASTIGO</strong></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7294116754994497941?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-11760833982464760382011-06-20T15:29:00.001+01:002011-06-20T15:29:29.879+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2ZK5fDvGfc/Tf9ZRFdZ9NI/AAAAAAAAA0A/C0CTv_Kr7Zs/s1600/anais-nin-quote.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620309010039829714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g2ZK5fDvGfc/Tf9ZRFdZ9NI/AAAAAAAAA0A/C0CTv_Kr7Zs/s400/anais-nin-quote.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1176083398246476038?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-77692592625518482622011-06-20T15:22:00.003+01:002011-06-20T15:25:55.076+01:00<span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">fuck .me<br />leave<br />fuck .me. leave. let me in+out<br />fuck (m)eat</span></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">(vento)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7769259262551848262?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-31347828700775637202011-06-20T15:17:00.002+01:002011-06-20T15:20:41.426+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">mãos <strong>RUDES</strong> - noites frias e homens+a mais</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">corpos <strong>ásperos</strong> - cheios de medo+completos com ausência</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3134782870077563720?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-28123565773374917102011-06-20T14:55:00.001+01:002011-06-20T14:56:17.791+01:00<p style="MARGIN: auto 0cm" class="fr"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"O único transformador, o único alquimista que muda tudo em ouro, é o amor. O único antídoto contra a morte, a idade, a vida vulgar, é o amor." Anäis Nin</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2812356577337491710?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-3449094332608798282011-06-20T14:33:00.004+01:002011-06-20T14:39:14.158+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;">Interessam-me apenas as histórias de amor, </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">" Era uma vez um homem que se esqueceu como se faz amor..." </span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">(Oldmirror </span><a href="http://sinais-de-fumo.blogspot.com/"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">http://sinais-de-fumo.blogspot.com/</span></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#000000;">)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-344909433260879828?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-66468147805875527012009-11-13T14:08:00.001Z2009-11-13T14:09:51.994Z<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">É o meu olhar, que organiza o jogo. Tu és um espectador desconectado.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6646814780587552701?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-60261108624986627272009-11-13T13:57:00.006Z2009-11-13T14:07:11.197Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">reféns da pele. sem disfarce, sem vergonhas - do medo à pele. da imobilidade ao sussurro. da nudez ao gesto. (por fim, as vozes e as lágrimas)</span><br /></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403589124663532626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1nre-73FI/AAAAAAAAAzY/xV7095qLXTM/s400/jennapopoli-1.jpg" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6026110862498662727?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-12578274114654425112009-11-13T13:54:00.004Z2009-11-13T14:07:43.027Z<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tudo isto é encenado.<span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"> <strong>I WANT YOU </strong></span> <span style="color:#cccccc;">sentimentos desejos que mais</span></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1257827411465442511?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-69099412063176826782009-11-13T13:44:00.009Z2009-11-13T13:52:25.444Z<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403584231939414274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1jOsKmmQI/AAAAAAAAAzI/VMrLZbfl6fg/s400/02.jpg" /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">pede-se desculpa a Julião Sarmento, pelo atrevimento.</span><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1ixWnycmI/AAAAAAAAAzA/w0S5WPa9FO4/s1600-h/02.jpg"></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6909941206317682678?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-44636721769414076972009-11-13T13:41:00.003Z2009-11-13T13:44:02.861Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1iL_nLd0I/AAAAAAAAAy4/aUHbllZta2o/s1600-h/01.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 680px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1iL_nLd0I/AAAAAAAAAy4/aUHbllZta2o/s400/01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403583086108309314" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4463672176941407697?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-82877693052319351532009-11-13T13:37:00.002Z2009-11-13T14:12:29.527Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1h3uB9E4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/CtMXYkolR3c/s1600-h/03.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403582737791390594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1h3uB9E4I/AAAAAAAAAyw/CtMXYkolR3c/s400/03.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8287769305231935153?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-45953257334318364852009-11-13T13:33:00.001Z2009-11-13T13:36:57.356Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1g2n2S-MI/AAAAAAAAAyo/seXMimwOvvA/s1600-h/CINDY_SHERMAN_DOLL_CLOTHES.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403581619440384194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Sv1g2n2S-MI/AAAAAAAAAyo/seXMimwOvvA/s400/CINDY_SHERMAN_DOLL_CLOTHES.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4595325733431836485?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-84517846626320918262009-11-12T16:43:00.005Z2009-11-12T16:46:42.959Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"Gosto de pensar neles como se fossem momentos abertos. As relações entre as personagens podem também ser experienciadas de uma forma intuitiva e emocionada, sem serem categorizadas rigidamente num modo narrativo." Jesper Just</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8451784662632091826?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-30277062251861282772009-11-12T16:43:00.001Z2009-11-12T16:43:27.570Z<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3027706225186128277?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-21039042037336374472009-11-12T16:41:00.002Z2009-11-12T16:42:21.822Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw63A7wM_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/wr9TldShQjU/s1600-h/teresa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258369755591666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw63A7wM_I/AAAAAAAAAyg/wr9TldShQjU/s400/teresa.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2103904203733637447?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-6283926669250685672009-11-12T16:40:00.003Z2009-11-12T16:42:50.733Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw6mfLVZ7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/KdBz71wBFyU/s1600-h/teresa+002.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403258085816231858" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw6mfLVZ7I/AAAAAAAAAyY/KdBz71wBFyU/s400/teresa+002.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-628392666925068567?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-82108210133420151892009-11-12T16:36:00.003Z2009-11-12T16:39:41.287Z<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403257219595594482" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw50EQPavI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/eo1rROdMpmY/s400/teresa+001.jpg" /><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8210821013342015189?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-91302047764657577702009-11-12T16:30:00.012Z2009-11-12T16:40:03.528Z<div align="left"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 680px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 500px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403255973315932994" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svw4rhgA80I/AAAAAAAAAyI/2C5xTSDY_eY/s400/teresa+003.jpg" /><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-9130204776465757770?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-6526656917652322752009-11-09T14:32:00.001Z2009-11-09T14:35:26.035Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mulheres [de papel] por joão ganilho</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402112039513211682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvgoR0ALwyI/AAAAAAAAAyA/5mbqp1ILHhI/s400/ScannedImage-3.jpg" /> <p align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(título roubado.descaradamente)<br /></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-652665691765232275?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-78953041540626037872009-11-09T14:30:00.002Z2009-11-09T14:35:35.073Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>mulheres [de papel] por joão ganilho</strong></span></div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402111453502292034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/Svgnvs8SwEI/AAAAAAAAAx4/uVgy2x355Kk/s400/ScannedImage.jpg" /> <p align="center">(título roubado. descaradamente)</span><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7895304154062603787?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-14441281272293638842009-11-03T13:09:00.002Z2009-11-03T13:10:48.262Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">(-me) </span>para me distrair.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvArp1FqgsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZyFs1u6BpGA/s1600-h/artwork_images_425142478_372282_nan-goldin.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvArp1FqgsI/AAAAAAAAAxE/ZyFs1u6BpGA/s320/artwork_images_425142478_372282_nan-goldin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399863950842692290" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1444128127229363884?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-25743069549948423422009-11-03T12:59:00.001Z2009-11-03T13:03:05.573Z<div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">vamos provar (com lentidão) todas as letras e depois falar.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAp9I-_FHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tlgLa5BRaDI/s1600-h/Untitled-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAp9I-_FHI/AAAAAAAAAw8/tlgLa5BRaDI/s320/Untitled-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399862083577648242" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2574306954994842342?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-10732466505810080142009-11-03T12:53:00.004Z2009-11-03T12:58:02.559Z<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Tenho. Medo, até de dizer o meu nome (eu fugi de ti) diz-se baixinho. Não suporto a harmonia.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Então. O meu desequilibro agrada-te. (agora) Sou eu que vou.</span><br /><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAoeliWGmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/03ewqlWQYTY/s1600-h/IMG_1690.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 114px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAoeliWGmI/AAAAAAAAAw0/03ewqlWQYTY/s320/IMG_1690.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399860459154578018" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(consegues dizer o meu nome? Afasta-se depois de o dizer)</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1073246650581008014?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-14514914904792372742009-11-03T12:48:00.003Z2009-11-03T12:52:20.155Z<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(ainda) sobre a dança das cadeiras</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">o corpo faz-se de cansaço. o coração rejeita tratamentos. a boca repete. vem um depois outro já não se volta ao que foi. só se espera por outro depois outro. o coração pára. deixa até de rejeitar.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAm2U13VzI/AAAAAAAAAws/9GEtzcWqJC8/s1600-h/IMG_1694.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAm2U13VzI/AAAAAAAAAws/9GEtzcWqJC8/s320/IMG_1694.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399858667966650162" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1451491490479237274?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-53100943315807223972009-11-03T12:40:00.003Z2009-11-03T12:44:05.372Z<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">os buracos de substituição. (ou quando é que vai parar a dança das cadeiras)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAlPH3fuPI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mxWCyF3EIeo/s1600-h/IMG_1695.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAlPH3fuPI/AAAAAAAAAwk/mxWCyF3EIeo/s320/IMG_1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399856894957304050" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5310094331580722397?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-55692686788424780932009-11-03T12:31:00.001Z2009-11-03T12:39:33.814Z<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">menti a dizer. que me era indiferente. a verdade sinto-a no escuro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5569268678842478093?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-12426951518046488442009-11-03T11:56:00.006Z2009-11-03T12:31:01.364Z<div style="text-align: center;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">escolhe espreitar. <span style="font-size:85%;">(deixando a mão pertencer a outro)</span></span><br /></span></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAh4jjDQLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EK-NHRbjuPs/s1600-h/IMG_1773.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SvAh4jjDQLI/AAAAAAAAAwc/EK-NHRbjuPs/s320/IMG_1773.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399853208715870386" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(imagem desfigurada, de Hannah Kristina Metz)</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1242695151804648844?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-38931613420310092852009-10-01T17:47:00.007+01:002009-10-01T17:50:51.006+01:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:750%;" >figuras</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3893161342031009285?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-64628663067284934612009-10-01T17:46:00.001+01:002009-10-01T17:46:27.875+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTc3gj_uRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/dTPtCKgrBUg/s1600-h/figuras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTc3gj_uRI/AAAAAAAAAvU/dTPtCKgrBUg/s320/figuras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387673900433783058" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6462866306728493461?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-17614628194326123942009-10-01T17:45:00.003+01:002009-10-01T17:45:56.340+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTcv5GdY2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/pSWrjbcglGc/s1600-h/figuras02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 110px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTcv5GdY2I/AAAAAAAAAvM/pSWrjbcglGc/s320/figuras02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387673769581831010" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1761462819432612394?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-1556932012345521532009-10-01T17:45:00.001+01:002009-10-01T17:45:30.770+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTcptHBOyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2qnRx2fYhbk/s1600-h/figuras04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 107px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTcptHBOyI/AAAAAAAAAvE/2qnRx2fYhbk/s320/figuras04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387673663283739426" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-155693201234552153?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-29357456226581385672009-10-01T17:29:00.003+01:002009-10-01T17:47:08.618+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTdCE26h0I/AAAAAAAAAvc/0OWi9fuoRCo/s1600-h/figuras03.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTdCE26h0I/AAAAAAAAAvc/0OWi9fuoRCo/s320/figuras03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387674081975502658" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SsTcD9BIgzI/AAAAAAAAAu8/w8Z_3x8O4Dw/s1600-h/figuras.jpg"><br /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2935745622658138567?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-86430162706513278812009-10-01T11:30:00.002+01:002009-10-01T11:33:46.449+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">o que fazemos. uns pelos outros<br /><br /><span style="color:#990000;">podias chegar-te aqui um bocadinho? dizer-me o que (eu quero que digas?). mando-te o guião por mail</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8643016270651327881?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-15205586306562537092009-10-01T11:28:00.009+01:002009-10-01T11:35:47.990+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">eu sou.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:1300%;">invisível</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:7;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1520558630656253709?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-20608981351161975602009-10-01T11:22:00.002+01:002009-10-01T11:28:48.291+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">é preciso ser difícil chegar ao termo de um abrigo despojado dos beijos. aquecidos entre goles e chávenas de chá. coberta de pó. onde quietas memórias que doem perpetuadas por uma estranha mulher reconhecida.são as rugas. é um poder os que puxam um fio de cabelo e moveste. um outro e moves pernas para um lado braços para baixo.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2060898135116197560?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-35129281884396124452009-09-28T15:53:00.000+01:002009-09-28T15:54:03.834+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">capricho.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">ou obsessão?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3512928188439612445?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-42795780226209886622009-09-28T15:43:00.003+01:002009-09-28T15:53:38.344+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">encontro-me com estas palavras marcadas nos teus olhos. (ilusão ou incógnita) Fico contigo sem os meus lábios te dizerem que sim. não dizemos nada. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4279578022620988662?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-38099023284556392992009-09-28T15:39:00.002+01:002009-09-28T15:43:53.537+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">vento chama. deixar que corram os teus dedos pelo meu estômago .todos os toques fazem sair do sono o que tenho para ti. Já não sei de mim. clarifico a voz que a vejas azul. Vem. perto de mim</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-3809902328455639299?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-56732730058431298722009-09-28T15:37:00.002+01:002009-09-28T15:39:34.051+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É preciso recordar aquelas horas. um passo. um beijo. mais beijos lábios suaves doces .a língua agora, passa, lembra-se. as mãos suor. movimento silêncio.silêncio.</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5673273005843129872?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-3103093497931525352009-09-28T15:36:00.001+01:002009-09-28T15:37:19.529+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">só. sossegada aí fora um caminho aberto.lento. Agora senta-se e lê - nós.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-310309349793152535?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-14678898598774862212009-09-28T15:34:00.001+01:002009-09-28T15:35:39.717+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:180%;">hábitos</span>: usar o coração.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1467889859877486221?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-17470322736030632692009-09-11T10:57:00.002+01:002009-09-11T11:00:26.861+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espada. aparece-me a tua imagem num efeito procurado entre gentes. entre. o doce escorregar no vulto entre as tentações de um coração morto para o amor. De vezes feitas as que julguei mortas. as vozes encontradas dentro de mim.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1747032273603063269?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-49222849843658432422009-09-11T10:55:00.003+01:002009-09-11T11:03:27.244+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">no momento <span style="font-size:180%;">coso a tua alma e lambo o teu coração</span>, acontecem-nos coisas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4922284984365843242?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-69498303973305124012009-09-11T10:54:00.000+01:002009-09-11T10:55:15.845+01:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Ouve-me dizer-lhe.que penduro o inconsciente na palma das mãos.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6949830397330512401?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-56224976677826620242009-09-11T10:48:00.003+01:002009-09-11T11:03:37.761+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Se voltar a (escrever) que seja por isto. a inconstante força que forma palavras presas ao som das imagens e sentimentos. que seja assim. Tornar a chegar ao mistério e à angústia das palavras. As que são veneno entre os dedos, as que estão nas tuas mãos. com palavras vivem e morrem os sonhos, transforma-se a realidade até que ela o deixe de ser inteira. Espero vir. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">(podia deixar aqui o teu nome. porque se deve a ti este regresso)</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5622497667782662024?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-4539437360968909592009-09-10T14:49:00.002+01:002009-09-10T14:51:48.247+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">É hora de voltar à escrita. ou à envolvente de imagens que me rompem em distúrbios. Voltar à viagem consolidada por sentimentos. Deixar que saia de cá de dentro tudo. Descobre-se que não se seca. Fazem-se pazes com o azul do mar. Fecham-se os olhos e sonha-se. Volto. Isso sei.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-453943736096890959?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-72276092411357840762008-07-06T22:29:00.006+01:002008-07-07T11:10:24.318+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220016762416408770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE5lq1qKMI/AAAAAAAAAgs/GgEEHPKB2Zc/s400/02.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220016473801955010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE5U3qnFsI/AAAAAAAAAgk/eaCQKmP5wHc/s400/03.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220018154707881314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE62th0DWI/AAAAAAAAAhE/UEkJduL26mI/s400/04.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220018409885963442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE7FkJAlLI/AAAAAAAAAhM/jGq49P5H9ac/s400/05.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7227609241135784076?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-69382084894615114942008-07-06T22:27:00.003+01:002008-07-07T11:10:43.697+01:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE425yldqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/60z5514ko24/s1600-h/006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220015958976198306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE425yldqI/AAAAAAAAAgM/60z5514ko24/s400/006.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6938208489461511494?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-74447902961853664282008-07-06T22:24:00.006+01:002008-07-07T11:10:54.136+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE6Q64uDqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m6LcpRshC6o/s1600-h/06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220017505458589346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE6Q64uDqI/AAAAAAAAAg8/m6LcpRshC6o/s400/06.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE6JiVmW5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EXxtD8giux4/s1600-h/001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220017378609748882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE6JiVmW5I/AAAAAAAAAg0/EXxtD8giux4/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE4f2dX6jI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Adn13eBNnGo/s1600-h/06.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SHE4OIBgIkI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ysAbn1u5rWo/s1600-h/001.jpg"></a></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7444790296185366428?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-54553435113206190952008-06-30T00:10:00.002+01:002008-06-30T00:14:05.285+01:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SGgW_P7KnkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wxlr6mLQRbw/s1600-h/t%27s.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217445444170980930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/SGgW_P7KnkI/AAAAAAAAAfs/wxlr6mLQRbw/s400/t%27s.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff6600;">[ amanhã bebé, amanhã vai correr tudo bem. ]</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5455343511320619095?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-81016295452480586072008-03-31T01:00:00.001+01:002008-03-31T01:00:54.435+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>não vou deixar de respirar para te viver - disse-me</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8101629545248058607?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-14029757769208991562008-03-31T00:51:00.004+01:002008-03-31T00:59:44.997+01:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688192964076562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R_Ao8ngCpBI/AAAAAAAAAfM/but3H5hJXSU/s400/002.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">perdeu-se na totalidade do intímo, como um relógio. em observação o ar que não aguenta muito tempo. já viu as noites serem tantas noites. sem razão, arruinou quem se atreveu a secar o teu corpo<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183688622460806178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R_ApVngCpCI/AAAAAAAAAfU/T2nd0DBEreU/s400/001.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1402975776920899156?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-73249515174551608882008-03-31T00:42:00.002+01:002008-03-31T00:50:42.476+01:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">escrevo porque não sei onde te deitei.não há tempo para nos dizermos.onde nos queremos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183686307473433586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R_AnO3gCo_I/AAAAAAAAAe8/4mT-CWvdTDo/s400/espelho.jpg" border="0" /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7324951517455160888?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-867469083272050202008-03-31T00:26:00.003+01:002008-03-31T00:42:22.399+01:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">espera-nos enfim.esqueceste-te do meu contorno nessa parede onde te vais encostar.nú à minha volta onde o meu mundo se soltou como uma manta no chão. onde a minha escolha foi, nunca quis ficar no teu coração no teu lugar dos sonhos que nascem sobre os buracos</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183684022550832098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R_AlJ3gCo-I/AAAAAAAAAe0/YuMdWv-NFfw/s400/soltos.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-86746908327205020?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-90047325015794249482008-03-25T00:32:00.000Z2008-03-25T00:33:04.769Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;">[agora minhas queridas e meus queridos, vou só ali fazer 30 anos e já volto.sorriso]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-9004732501579424948?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-55142106619892630192008-03-25T00:31:00.001Z2008-03-25T00:31:59.882Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hH83gCo9I/AAAAAAAAAes/BTMlVktweSM/s1600-h/brightside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181470482305819602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hH83gCo9I/AAAAAAAAAes/BTMlVktweSM/s400/brightside.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5514210661989263019?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-10349596310206402012008-03-25T00:28:00.000Z2008-03-25T00:31:29.158Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hH3HgCo8I/AAAAAAAAAek/oowTVwARMHU/s1600-h/leftside.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181470383521571778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hH3HgCo8I/AAAAAAAAAek/oowTVwARMHU/s400/leftside.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1034959631020640201?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-48989969624654090322008-03-25T00:27:00.002Z2008-03-25T00:28:01.774Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>ruídos.de um olho para outro</strong></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181469399974060978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hG93gCo7I/AAAAAAAAAec/cBO4dPiPSKc/s400/ruido02.jpg" border="0" /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4898996962465409032?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-50589850878868772922008-03-25T00:23:00.006Z2008-03-25T00:26:51.535Z<div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> ruídos.de um ouvido para outro</span></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hGRXgCo5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BgFuMj632QI/s1600-h/ruido01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181468635469882258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-hGRXgCo5I/AAAAAAAAAeM/BgFuMj632QI/s400/ruido01.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5058985087886877292?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-27887676436322021712008-03-24T23:34:00.001Z2008-03-24T23:35:24.559Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;">TRATA DE MIM COMO A ÚNICA FLOR QUE INSISTE EM FAZER DA TUA CAMA JARDIM</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2788767643632202171?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-82588962093147638902008-03-24T23:22:00.003Z2008-03-24T23:33:10.053Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-g6CXgCo3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Mq5eBcKCFVc/s1600-h/use.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181455183632311154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-g6CXgCo3I/AAAAAAAAAd8/Mq5eBcKCFVc/s400/use.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">usa-me a pele é o que te permito - usa-me sinais. que já foi usado. não acrescentes mais - nem me leves na palma da tua mão.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8258896209314763890?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-61833685211411437972008-03-24T23:07:00.001Z2008-03-24T23:21:55.368Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"><em>sem... imagem</em></span></div><div align="center"> </div>receber-te esta noite em quarto sem bocas feridas pintadas portas. manchei o teu calor numa luz de barulho liquido. a pedir secura. ao momento que a minha língua se move lembro-te.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6183368521141143797?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-44722571064061768802008-03-24T23:03:00.002Z2008-03-24T23:07:14.543Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-gzyHgCo2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/tcm9e9XFXXA/s1600-h/dizme.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181448307389670242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-gzyHgCo2I/AAAAAAAAAd0/tcm9e9XFXXA/s400/dizme.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">antes era assim, viravas-me o teu peito . o meu peito sorria-te . eras melhor quando me ouvias.sei.quando me tiveres vou chorar chuva miudinha</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4472257106406176880?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-73718102429350489592008-03-24T21:08:00.004Z2008-03-24T23:33:41.271Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-gyxXgCo1I/AAAAAAAAAds/CkIoZYKAJEg/s1600-h/going.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181447194993140562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R-gyxXgCo1I/AAAAAAAAAds/CkIoZYKAJEg/s400/going.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">vez em que te ouvi dizer o meu nome entre as rosas do teu jardim. som que dura o espaço em que me sento para te pensar. saudade . memórias que não construí são o meu maior defeito. ondas nas tuas mãos de fios de cabelos brancos segredos nos teus passos. diz-me o nome outra vez</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7371810242935048959?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-76342641761369461082008-03-21T23:13:00.000Z2008-03-21T23:15:02.307Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;"><strong>para aqui chegar preciso de estar sozinha.</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7634264176136946108?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-71237156259482870502008-03-05T13:50:00.001Z2008-03-05T13:52:04.809Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#999999;">eu já cá passo, era só o que faltava andar aqui tudo a bailar outra vez... hm. andei a tentar reconstruir a caixa de comentários, nada feito.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7123715625948287050?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-18862067648851140552008-03-03T15:17:00.002Z2008-03-03T15:20:46.447Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">um dia serei uma fadinha. voarei sete vezes por cima de vocês quatro e deixarei cair pózinhos de amor sobre as vossas cabeças. queria tanto que não vos fizessem mal. que não existissem bichos nem bolor nos vossos corações. só coisas boas. muito açucar </span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1886206764885114055?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-41761421849001813982008-03-03T15:06:00.002Z2008-03-03T15:17:00.582Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">viro a página. têm tantas páginas os dias. arranca-se para a auto-estrada, na primeira curva o anel prende-se à meia de renda. por causa destas é que elas acontecem, ouço a minha mãe (que detesta as minhas meias e as hum. as hum que não se diz aqui. detesta-as, porque no tempo dela - seja ele qual for - quem as usava já se sabe quem era). com o pedaço de metal preso à perna sigo ao destino. mas elas acontecem por causa da minha esperteza saloia. adoro isto. esperteza saloia. mais uma vez, raios partam os engenheiros, que não inventam betão transparente nem pilares almofadados. como diz a manarac, tenho o que se pode chamar de carro personalizado carregado de design e arabescos.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4176142184900181398?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-57678250290262261832008-03-03T14:44:00.003Z2008-03-03T15:04:11.611Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">raio diabólico que caiu sobre a minha cabeça. no relógio prolongavam-se as quatro da manhã. a opção era tomar partido da dor. a que alucinava a cabeça ou a outra mais aguda que conduzia o meu corpo a um contorcionismo perfeito. de concha os joelhos junto ao queixo e as mãos que esperavam pela força. o desconhecimento da causa é incompreensível. não houve por isso alternativa à mudança. aguentou-se uma e outra. alternando a importância numa espera de agonia contínua enquanto uma voz deitada ao meu lado martelava.um.duas. tu não descansas, tu não comes. dá nisto.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5767825029026226183?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-29135311746336456142008-02-29T14:38:00.002Z2008-02-29T14:48:31.711Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">com uma amiga.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">- vamos para os copos sim.dançar e beber muito.quase festejar</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">- ok. como tu não queres nada com homens vamos para uma discogay?</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">- nada disso!lá porque eu não quero nada com homens...tu tens direito à vida!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">(....)</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">com a mesma amiga, dias depois.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">- disse-lhe no fim de semana que estava cansada de gostar dele. responde-me, descansa...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">como quem não quer a coisa, o brasileiro questionava-se sobre a justiça, por uns pagam os outros. agora entrou-me em greve de homens, por causa de uma unidade mal amanhada.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2913531174633645614?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-18478279011469954902008-02-29T14:13:00.000Z2008-02-29T14:14:16.193Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">(deixo aqui dentro de curvas, que ainda não enlouqueci)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1847827901146995490?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-15074303445632355022008-02-29T14:12:00.000Z2008-02-29T14:13:22.767Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">tenho o coração cheio. de projectos mortos. mas não são coisas feias.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-1507430344563235502?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-41870804878161197982008-02-29T13:10:00.005Z2008-02-29T13:33:17.341Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">texto de derrotada, sem saber o que me derrubou sigo a marcha. quinhentos metros à esquerda, dois mil em frente. há situações que não valem a pena serem relembradas. não entendo o significado de tantas outras coisas. a almirante reis atinge o auge da sua depressão pelas oito e meia da manhã, ou um pouco mais cedo. lá vou eu, para cima e para baixo (ao contrário também). há pessoas que me olham, estranham-me a presença, um café tirado pelo senhor chinês, a senhora que come coisas estranhas os olhos ficam mais rasgados. sorri-me pelo cem e quatro (um euro e quarenta cêntimos). um tomás que acorda e chama pela tia. uma casa desabitada, sem olhos. fico parada na rua sem saber porquê. um brasileiro que pede cigarros. acabei de dar dois a uns russos, pelos outros pago eu, diz-me. que raio de justiça é essa. fica com o cigarro que estou a fumar. estou doente aviso-o, ele continua com uma lenga-lenga. és bonita e mais não sei o quê. isto devia ser tudo ao contrário, eu é que te devia ceder o cigarro, é a lei do cavalheirismo. (puta que pariu o cavalheirismo.já não se usa.o meu tio avô era cavalheiro e, traía a mulher.já não se usa porque já morreu). farto-me dos dias. o bocado mal já deixou de ser bocado. ouço atenta a história da luísa, 35 anos, suicidou-se. a tia ouviu-a morrer do outro lado da linha, sem saber onde ela morria. morreu num sitío onde foi feliz. penso. se um dia quiser morrer, qual é o sitío de devo escolher. procuro os cantos onde fui feliz. a única coisa que faço bem é o meu trabalho. esse e cuidar dos outros. estou tão farta de ambos. se as memórias são reinventadas, porque não posso eu fazer-me de outra. um dia acabo mal, mas a verdade, é que um dia acabamos todos. penso. não cobro nada a ninguém. a ninguém. mas cobram-me a mim. dizia ao pedro que ninguém espera nada de mim, mas a verdade é que me cobram. cobram-me quieta.mas desta vez é de vez.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4187080487816119798?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-56779019244312994762008-02-19T17:46:00.006Z2008-02-29T13:33:37.174Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">como conseguir colocar uma jovem (cof) fora da corrida, escrita vida. primeiro prepare uma bela agulha. dois sacos e duas marquesas.faça como se fosse preparar um bonito bolo, com muito amor e devoção.depois prepare-se para extrair da jovem um litro de sangue. fure-a no braço direito e, diga bem alto... <em>a agulha está na veia, mas não sai sangue absolutamente nenhum...</em> deixe-a espetada pelo menos cinco minutos. de seguida fure-lhe o outro braço. mande-a para casa trabalhar, não fume mas beba muito. deixe passar um dia e espete-a contra o chão com um menino de ano e meio no colo. atire-a mesmo contra o chão, vá lá... não tenha medo de a magoar (já vimos que não sangra) e, sabemos que ela vai fazer tudo para proteger o menino...</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">leve a co(z)er no hospital mais perto. não se esqueça do recado - <em>tratar com cuidado</em>.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#666666;">antes de tudo isto, por favor, leva-a a ver sweeney todd. escolha um dos últimos lugares da sala (bem no topo) daqueles que parece que a qualquer momento vai voar até à tela. deixe-a iniciar um ataque de claustrofobia, as mãos bem suadas, o coração bem acelarado e finalmente a falta de ar. espere que ela se habitue à ideia, aquilo=filme=(espécie)de musical= a um bonito vestido de princesa mal cortado e cheio de alinhavos. (mas não fique sentado à espera que lhe contem como correu o resto da noite.dias - recado repetido - <em>tratar com cuidado</em>).</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5677901924431299476?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-7532888288157778862008-02-15T13:53:00.004Z2008-02-29T13:35:17.961Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#666666;">saiu um discurso menos cuidado do que devia. bom dia e, um tu és mesmo cabra, ao jeito da confusão gerada. há pensamentos formados frases que não se devem dizer. ahahamémé, riso de cabra. estes arquitectos não sabem o que fazem, sabem bem o que querem. vai uma grande distância para o que sabem fazer. depois, há as coisas tristes que eu consigo fazer, tais como, ainda não me ter habituado a conduzir de saltos finos de 7cm ou coisa semelhante. é perigoso, não é? depois há os engenheiros que nos salvam a pele, e outros que... valha-me o menino jesus e o diabo fique bem longe quehojevenhoarmada. (ainda confusos?) a minha deixa favorita passa pelo, não quero isso.não aceito.nãonãonão. sempre a três, que dois caem mal. saem entretanto mais, ou menos, três noites sem dormir. o telemóvel toca, o meu mano maisquetudo liga-me da rua de santa catarina. pergunta-me quem deve informar sobre a queda de uma guarda de ferro de um (dosmuitosmuitos) prédios de sta catarina abandonados. degradados. tudo de pior. mandei-o à polícia. ou então experimentar arranjar uma guarda semelhante e atirá-la à secretária do senhor presidente. espatifou-se no chão nas suas costas (estava cansada, os materias também se suicidam... expliquei-lhe) porque funciona mais ou menos como ficar a vida inteira à espera que uma tal pessoa decida a nossa vida. não é nenhum deus e, diz-me se fingimos amar porque não fingimos não amar? depois dentro do carro há sempre pares de sapatos a saltar. tive uns que foram parar ao lixo (velhos e sem remédio), eram as minhas sabrinas predilectas (da condução diga-se). o curioso é que o exame de condução foi feito de saltos, à mistura pernas a tremer, mas a cara muito séria e convicta do que estava a fazer. na troca de sapatos (ora entra, ora sai) acontece-me de tudo. calçar os sapatos ao contrário, esquecer-me de colocar os de saltos no devido lugar (começar a conduzir e... ups.tenho pedais a mais aqui embaixo...), estar de rabo empinado à porta do carro a trocá-los, e outras coisas. por causa destas tristezas um senhor que vive em frente ao estacionamento já me cumprimenta.ri-se muito (eu ainda não percebi a piada). com tantos edifícios em abandono, os arquiectos à bulha para terem trabalho. trabalho à borla. temos que ser uns para os outros, eu lixo-te a vida e tu lixas-me a mim, isto sempre a falar de outras coisas. faça-me lá o jeitinho se faz favor. enquanto vai indo, mas quando chegar, por favor avise.</span> </span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-753288828815777886?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-62349730026325826992008-02-14T18:18:00.002Z2008-02-14T18:25:52.450Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;">post do tempo da escravatura</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;">existe uma bonita escrava, maria teresa, branca muito branca. ah.sou eu.plim.alguém por favor (mas na verdade é só um único alguém) me salva da sordidez da minha vida? andandaválá. o stress de ser escrava manifesta-se pelos ombros abaixo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-6234973002632582699?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-82414680624268379812008-02-12T20:55:00.000Z2008-02-12T20:58:21.498Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7IIVlddNlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QBWG8Bm3CSM/s1600-h/suave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166200889473316434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7IIVlddNlI/AAAAAAAAAdc/QBWG8Bm3CSM/s400/suave.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">[ amena podridão ]</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8241468062426837981?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-87123500009854407042008-02-12T20:39:00.000Z2008-02-12T20:42:45.524Z<div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;color:#cc0000;"><strong>[ encara- me ] quero ouvir-te.encarna- me</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></span></div></span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166196409822426690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7IEQ1ddNkI/AAAAAAAAAdU/cTNXoz1pMEs/s400/face+me.jpg" border="0" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8712350000985440704?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-81714450096111564442008-02-12T15:40:00.000Z2008-02-12T20:25:48.969Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7IAdlddNjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LByy07K3Mk0/s1600-h/tiro_nos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166192230819247666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7IAdlddNjI/AAAAAAAAAdM/LByy07K3Mk0/s400/tiro_nos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">acorda amor.</span>olha.hoje está sol lá fora.<span style="color:#cccccc;">a floresta deve estar linda.</span>era tudo um pesadelo.que são essas palavras complicadas?... levanta... deve estar tudo cheio de bagas lá fora</span> <span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#999999;">(diálogos_d. para a i.)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8171445009611156444?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-20617564357220452022008-02-12T12:01:00.000Z2008-02-12T12:25:32.344Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7GM2lddNhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/J9-dVaPnH4k/s1600-h/joelhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166065116967155218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7GM2lddNhI/AAAAAAAAAc8/J9-dVaPnH4k/s400/joelhos.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color:#990000;"><strong>auxílio_inventado</strong></span></span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">conto-te o esforço falso de uma porta aberta na ignorância dos meus desejos, hei-de fantasiar que a fechei</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2061756435722045202?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-80451092891308104032008-02-11T14:59:00.000Z2008-02-11T15:10:14.674Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7BkOVddNeI/AAAAAAAAAck/NlEZcF520wk/s1600-h/patricia%2Bpiccini_alice%2B(drawing)_2006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165738970035598818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R7BkOVddNeI/AAAAAAAAAck/NlEZcF520wk/s400/patricia%252Bpiccini_alice%252B(drawing)_2006.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">quero mais força a quebrar o espelho.no espaço inesperado ao fim do feitiço</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8045109289130810403?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-40454839354267540042008-02-11T14:49:00.000Z2008-02-11T14:50:54.232Z<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;">o meu blog chega a uma fase de apodrecimento. (mais uns dias cheira mal)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4045483935426754004?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-77459718610569070812008-02-11T14:42:00.000Z2008-02-11T14:49:37.256Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">enterro. ainda a oiço, mas não a vejo há anos.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">disse-me que estava cega, prometeu-me levar até à praia mais longe do mundo (talvez fosse num outro planeta). as duas iríamos fazer uma cova na areia. deixávamos para trás um buraco cheio. o mar é teimoso</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7745971861056907081?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-28804114457166805562008-02-11T14:38:00.000Z2008-02-11T14:42:36.189Z<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;">a consciência do meu ressentimento</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2880411445716680556?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-82255102218888150712008-02-07T14:13:00.000Z2008-02-08T11:13:52.459Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164241490184988674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sSRiTPaAI/AAAAAAAAAcc/k19X3I4vQA8/s400/sombras.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><strong>sensi</strong><strong>bilidade da ideia</strong></span></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:Courier New;">perguntou-me(enquanto)acordava, </span><span style="font-family:Courier New;">a saudade de um corpo pode levar-me à loucura?</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8225510221888815071?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-71167984832467313992008-02-07T14:06:00.000Z2008-02-07T14:13:16.180Z<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164239596104411090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sQjSTPZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcE/C7NsBuEIIxs/s400/seameto.jpg" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164240712795908082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 445px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="410" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sRkSTPZ_I/AAAAAAAAAcU/qoUvJ8L6ldk/s400/hoje.jpg" width="116" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164240313363949538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sRNCTPZ-I/AAAAAAAAAcM/5I20G_hPtQ4/s400/seame.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-7116798483246731399?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-56840058415204847272008-02-07T13:55:00.000Z2008-02-07T14:06:10.343Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sPliTPZ8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/JFCOUw-YVow/s1600-h/hoje.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164238535247488962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R6sPliTPZ8I/AAAAAAAAAb8/JFCOUw-YVow/s400/hoje.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-5684005841520484727?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-40915701729419866902008-01-31T11:11:00.000Z2008-01-31T11:24:58.511Z<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">merda merda</span> merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda 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merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda merda <span style="color:#ffffff;">merda merda merda merda</span> <span style="color:#ffffff;">merda merda merda merda</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-4091570172941986690?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-9561258890206932442008-01-30T15:08:00.000Z2008-01-30T15:36:59.504Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;"><strong>para que percebas o que está extinto</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;">frieza do seu coração</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-956125889020693244?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-90011832350697524432008-01-30T15:01:00.000Z2008-01-30T15:37:31.371Z<span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">a arquitecta e o engenheiro.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">estacionam os dois lado a lado, ela é distraída.nem repara.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">chegam os dois atrasados, ela tira a escova do porta-luvas e penteia-se.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ele vigia-a.</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-9001183235069752443?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-6245656952675489312008-01-29T22:57:00.000Z2008-01-29T22:59:08.922Z<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R5-vriTPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/y-yvDZkOc9s/s1600-h/nossamorte.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161036860466620338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wf869P_11Xk/R5-vriTPZ7I/AAAAAAAAAb0/y-yvDZkOc9s/s400/nossamorte.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-624565695267548931?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-81987288533032264612008-01-29T15:56:00.002Z2008-01-29T15:57:36.022Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>PEDE -ME</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-8198728853303226461?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25876445.post-24971703108344025352008-01-29T15:56:00.001Z2008-01-29T15:56:47.640Z<div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"><strong>vamos só fingir que eu não existo.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25876445-2497170310834402535?l=spreading.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>[ t ]http://www.blogger.com/profile/16685870939952973667noreply@blogger.com