tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42822663952176296612011-10-06T06:59:43.106-07:00Impressões digitais em um mundo analógico...Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.comBlogger301100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-80341631378537963782010-11-26T05:44:00.001-08:002010-11-26T05:50:43.185-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/TO-52sk2_DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1jYnsxbN0-g/s1600/ferias.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/TO-52sk2_DI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/1jYnsxbN0-g/s400/ferias.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543854015646202930" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sem nada pra falar,<br />às vezes falo pro nada,<br />e fico de papo pro ar...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8034163137853796378?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-6650253965320754482010-11-26T03:23:00.000-08:002010-11-26T03:31:28.627-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/TO-afj1lseI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3M0vMnyhbmY/s1600/coqueiro%2Bensolarado.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/TO-afj1lseI/AAAAAAAAAHI/3M0vMnyhbmY/s400/coqueiro%2Bensolarado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543819533303001570" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Confinado,vou me afinando<br />afiando meu tapa de luva<br />pra brilhar junto do Sol<br />assim que acabar a chuva...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-665025396532075448?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-89314782887640346612009-11-13T10:58:00.000-08:002009-11-13T11:03:15.311-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sv2tQmoxa9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/duDyP_ge2yo/s1600-h/tintas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sv2tQmoxa9I/AAAAAAAAAG0/duDyP_ge2yo/s400/tintas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403665628675533778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">É lindo o quadro que a gente pinta,<br />quando a gente se mistura<br />que nem tinta!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8931478288764034661?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-50499997479853307992009-11-10T10:29:00.000-08:002009-11-10T10:31:47.429-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SvmxaKUtNtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4aCZ4I7F3dU/s1600-h/duvida-cruel-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SvmxaKUtNtI/AAAAAAAAAGs/4aCZ4I7F3dU/s400/duvida-cruel-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402544291013539538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Enquanto o mundo esquenta,todos vão se tornando mais frios</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e um burn-out esfria minhas vontades!</span><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-5049999747985330799?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-90201524108781117052009-09-30T22:35:00.000-07:002009-09-30T22:39:10.631-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SsRAXqiyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/woI6b7eCEhA/s1600-h/lua_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 367px; height: 360px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SsRAXqiyZ-I/AAAAAAAAAGk/woI6b7eCEhA/s400/lua_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387501829543323618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Que Lua é essa?<br />Holofote que ilumina um brinde dos<br />Deuses no Cosmos!<br />Aura da madrugada que<br />protege o espírito da noite...<br />Acende o Quilombo e o condomínio.<br />Sobre todos,a Natureza mantém seu domínio...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-9020152410878111705?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-89113702810645673852009-08-24T17:15:00.001-07:002009-08-24T17:24:57.420-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SpMvVMzbTXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VKelu52yMck/s1600-h/gg_15518.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 360px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SpMvVMzbTXI/AAAAAAAAAGc/VKelu52yMck/s400/gg_15518.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373690821643816306" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Dignidade,diga-me a idade</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >em que te mereço,<br />pois nessa cidade,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >a necessidade cobra um alto preço.</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br />Dignidade,diga-me a idade</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >em que te mereço,</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >pois nessa cidade,a necessidade</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >é de um novo começo.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8911370281064567385?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-16962106393348882712009-06-24T16:11:00.001-07:002009-06-24T16:13:40.393-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SkKypDFN-uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O1n814O6w-Q/s1600-h/clerksxl01ka9.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 295px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SkKypDFN-uI/AAAAAAAAAF8/O1n814O6w-Q/s400/clerksxl01ka9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351035725541145314" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No balcão frio apoio minha rotina enfadonha.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No fundo,o barulho dos teclados do computador</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">completa o retrato do mecânico cumprimento do dever...</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lá fora,os carros passam deixando o rastro dos faróis acesos.</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Faltam 2 horas e meia...respiro fundo no meio do dia raso,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">do qual só vão restar</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">as horas pra dormir e voltar ao processo:faz,desfaz;</span></span> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">marca,desmarca;corre,mas não sai do lugar...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-1696210639334888271?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-65808443668814320772009-06-03T08:37:00.001-07:002009-08-25T07:17:07.021-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Siab3c_sSxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H8rhtoiJb0I/s1600-h/avionmarsanandres.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 395px; height: 296px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Siab3c_sSxI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H8rhtoiJb0I/s400/avionmarsanandres.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343129384900119314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E os milhares que morrem porque ninguém quer socorrer?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">O problema é que,no jornal,sua história não vai vender...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E quando um avião cai,dá matéria de sobra,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e por ela um bom preço se cobra!</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-6580844366881432077?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-37230482215216637552009-06-02T05:57:00.000-07:002009-06-03T05:43:10.629-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SiZvz8tTF9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/bomsCdBkgZw/s1600-h/o-sono-da-crianca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 291px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SiZvz8tTF9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/bomsCdBkgZw/s400/o-sono-da-crianca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343080946181806034" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Quando começa a ficar bom,a gente tem que acordar...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deixei um sonho no travsseiro pra quando eu voltar...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-3723048221521663755?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-8822447868498753442009-05-24T16:30:00.000-07:002009-05-24T16:36:09.744-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShnZJyZKLUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vm42dDqx5Qk/s1600-h/lumebrando.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShnZJyZKLUI/AAAAAAAAAFE/vm42dDqx5Qk/s400/lumebrando.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339537595393781058" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Quem disse que a gente dorme?"<br />Tem noite em que o desfrute é escola<br />em que se entra sem uniforme...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-882244786849875344?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-62181039550838438202009-05-21T14:25:00.000-07:002009-05-22T00:23:37.808-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShXJ-IZwy5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/blqQEkzJq1U/s1600-h/amor.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 287px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShXJ-IZwy5I/AAAAAAAAAE8/blqQEkzJq1U/s400/amor.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338395002562202514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Me faça refém do seu acervo de carícias.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">freguês da sua delikatessen de delícias,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">as quais só a minha moeda paga...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apagamos as luzes e acendemos os corpos,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pra nos sentirmos mais vivos depois de mortos...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-6218103955083843820?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-53911167088264583152009-05-20T07:20:00.000-07:002009-05-20T07:48:59.321-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShQUvT049QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2W_45sR8dzA/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 432px; height: 738px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ShQUvT049QI/AAAAAAAAAE0/2W_45sR8dzA/s400/caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337914261349397762" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Exercitamos a ambição.Ensaiamos o sucesso.Depositamos em nossas escolhas tremenda força.Sobrecarregamos os cérebros com a expectativa de um horizonte vasto de oportunidades geradas pelo esforço desprendido de nossas investidas.O investimento:o destino.Parece que tudo se submete ao mundo dos negócios...No tédio e na solidão de um Domingo em casa,me desfiz dos anseios que movem o mundo e me deixei imerso em planos de mudança.Tenho refletido sobre como dar um fim ao sofrer desnecessário que insiste em ser minha sombra,quando o Sol do futuro brilha sobre o corpo do presente.Calculei meus inúmeros sofrimentos e agora percebo o papel de cada um deles.Como agiam através das pessoas.Como se tornaram instruções criadas por um técnico para que no jogo eu me tornasse mais resistente no campo.Um caminho pedregoso e confuso que me deixou calejado,me deu muita sede e uma bagagem de todos esses lugares pelos quais passei.Ou passaram por mim...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-5391116708826458315?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-31237932529894575822009-05-16T02:14:00.001-07:002009-05-20T07:38:51.543-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sg6EPJC0GLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9MFIxB24kX4/s1600-h/RAIZ.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 473px; height: 315px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sg6EPJC0GLI/AAAAAAAAAEs/9MFIxB24kX4/s400/RAIZ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336348004141242546" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sou água do mar dentro de um rio,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />sou mundo dentro do país,</span> </span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">e da lâmina sou o fio</span>,<br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">que corta o mal da raíz...</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-3123793252989457582?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-40666032036041169582009-05-12T09:39:00.000-07:002009-05-12T09:44:42.602-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SgmnWj51CwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Xd3Ymt51aQ/s1600-h/Gal%C3%A1xia_central.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SgmnWj51CwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/6Xd3Ymt51aQ/s400/Gal%C3%A1xia_central.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334979239633816322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >Eu viro do avesso e faço um verso inverso,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >perdido num universo dentro do planeta,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >mas eu volto quando vejo que a realidade é o programa,</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" >e o sonho é só a vinheta... </span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-4066603203604116958?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-41834123232220223122009-05-11T05:37:00.000-07:002009-05-11T05:40:41.277-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SggcgVZDa5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/n5bv8zlQnqE/s1600-h/IMG_0818.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SggcgVZDa5I/AAAAAAAAAEc/n5bv8zlQnqE/s400/IMG_0818.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334545100443970450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">MALUCOFÔNICOS!!!</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-4183412323222022312?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-65078540608440604682009-04-27T15:21:00.000-07:002009-04-27T15:27:56.682-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SfYw9OSLDvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9CAVPNYAtXE/s1600-h/televisao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SfYw9OSLDvI/AAAAAAAAAEU/9CAVPNYAtXE/s400/televisao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329501037404032754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Pra que televisão?<br />Vai ler pra ter visão!<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-6507854060844060468?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-50107412272596688892009-04-22T22:10:00.000-07:002009-04-22T22:20:46.478-07:00<object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c0c84677f139cc49" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"><param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0c84677f139cc49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330107282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EBA717CE113C3AFE51038FD8C4A8E2C37D93445.2B2DA2B9387D28BCFA1D8B5A9A9AE1832170D421%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0c84677f139cc49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAp03nknR-c5XhVo5DcnjHBdMczI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc0c84677f139cc49%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330107282%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3EBA717CE113C3AFE51038FD8C4A8E2C37D93445.2B2DA2B9387D28BCFA1D8B5A9A9AE1832170D421%26key%3Dck1&iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc0c84677f139cc49%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DAp03nknR-c5XhVo5DcnjHBdMczI&autoplay=0&ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /></object><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">O melhor é a risada no final...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-5010741227259668889?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-87264481078118992142009-04-22T21:32:00.000-07:002009-04-22T21:58:25.000-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se_0V502HyI/AAAAAAAAADk/-G6a8DWZBkk/s1600-h/zen.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se_0V502HyI/AAAAAAAAADk/-G6a8DWZBkk/s320/zen.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327745541339488034" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se_0R_sXMmI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5KcV4Lf0XE/s1600-h/zumbi04.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se_0R_sXMmI/AAAAAAAAADc/w5KcV4Lf0XE/s320/zumbi04.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327745474195042914" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Em mim tenho a essência do Zen,<br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;">e a do escravo vendido na porta do armazém...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8726448107811899214?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-3837596172394011842009-04-22T17:51:00.000-07:002009-04-22T18:03:30.059-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se-8ZsS31tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A3E80XnmoE0/s1600-h/sol+lua.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 252px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Se-8ZsS31tI/AAAAAAAAAC0/A3E80XnmoE0/s320/sol+lua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327684033775654610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >No meio da solidão,multidão de pensamentos,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >uns bons,uns ruins,malditos e bentos,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >entre o perfume das rosas e o cheiro do Apocalipse,</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" >minha vida é o Sol que prevalece no Eclipse...</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-383759617239401184?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-9168415086613139602009-04-19T09:57:00.000-07:002009-04-19T10:05:21.155-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SetYWsdT0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cx3wvJ3Q1NE/s1600-h/EGO.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 311px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SetYWsdT0_I/AAAAAAAAACc/Cx3wvJ3Q1NE/s320/EGO.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326448131210204146" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O que você quer ser quando seu coração crescer?</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Algo que do alto do seu <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">EGO</span> não dá pra ver?</span> </span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Porque nele, quanto mais se sobe,mais se desce...</span><br /></span><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">mas quando dele desce,na vida,mais se cresce.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-916841508661313960?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-61131206669985566392009-04-06T18:34:00.000-07:002009-04-06T19:05:35.461-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sdq05lQyLvI/AAAAAAAAACU/NpUPKkv8lGw/s1600-h/amizade.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sdq05lQyLvI/AAAAAAAAACU/NpUPKkv8lGw/s320/amizade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321764811039715058" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um sorriso que vale mil abraços,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">um abraço que vale mil beijos...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Um beijo que não sei o quanto vale,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">mas com certeza fica entre meus desejos...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mas o que gratifica também sacrifica,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">e o que temos edifica,então digo:deixa tudo como fica...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-6113120666998556639?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-51902401290919399332009-04-06T14:00:00.000-07:002009-04-22T21:28:45.817-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SdpwxQb5QsI/AAAAAAAAACE/MPJ3iWyUK5U/s1600-h/sacobelezaamericana.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321689901219529410" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 200px; height: 138px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SdpwxQb5QsI/AAAAAAAAACE/MPJ3iWyUK5U/s320/sacobelezaamericana.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><div><div align="center"><blockquote><div align="center"><blockquote><blockquote><div align="center"><blockquote><blockquote><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">A sacola,o vento levava e<br />trazia,</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">vazia,em espiral.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Por entre as mesas,pedindo<br />atenção.<br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">Acho que queria ser<br />reciclada!!<br /></span></strong></div></blockquote></blockquote></div></blockquote></blockquote></div></blockquote></div></div></span></strong></span></strong></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-5190240129091939933?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-15667343926206112382009-04-06T05:21:00.001-07:002009-04-06T05:23:55.707-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sdnz3RtcZ0I/AAAAAAAAABk/43aQTMshULw/s1600-h/294311.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 313px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Sdnz3RtcZ0I/AAAAAAAAABk/43aQTMshULw/s320/294311.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321552565687314242" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >Fenômenos da fome:</span><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >trovões e chuva ácida</span><span style="font-size:180%;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" >dentro da barriga...</span> <span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br />O estômago ronca acordado!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-1566734392620611238?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-89227964775304722862009-03-30T07:31:00.001-07:002009-03-30T07:41:47.074-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SdDaFy1w3vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ofrtrsu78wA/s1600-h/583818-32549-1280.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/SdDaFy1w3vI/AAAAAAAAAA8/ofrtrsu78wA/s320/583818-32549-1280.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318990953006030578" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;">A VELA ACESA,A LUZ APAGADA,A MENTE ILESA,TV DESLIGADA,A ALMA ATENTA,O RÁDIO SEM PILHA,NO ESCURA DA CASA,O FILHO E A FILHA,A CONTA NÃO PAGA,ENERGIA CORTADA,A VELA ACESA,A LUZ APAGADA...<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8922796477530472286?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-87481207065965558922009-03-27T03:23:00.000-07:002009-03-27T03:27:45.642-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScyqBV3ZSrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7PPtgWQnz5E/s1600-h/sleepy-799997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 308px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScyqBV3ZSrI/AAAAAAAAAA0/7PPtgWQnz5E/s320/sleepy-799997.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317812200043793074" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">...e acordei obsceno,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">feito foliões sem seus carnavais.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Mas já que dormi menos,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">faço meu dia render mais...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-8748120706596555892?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-73441089181489025462009-03-27T03:18:00.000-07:002009-03-27T03:28:44.816-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Scyo9_EoWwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DNbQh1v1XZc/s1600-h/insonia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Scyo9_EoWwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/DNbQh1v1XZc/s320/insonia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317811042874055426" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Cigarro aceso,<br />luz acesa...<br />Na noite passada,<br />da insônia fui presa...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-7344108918148902546?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-72116675999456485262009-03-26T20:03:00.000-07:002009-03-26T20:12:18.769-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScxDPgjeZxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OgHEnxAnKhc/s1600-h/desejo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScxDPgjeZxI/AAAAAAAAAAk/OgHEnxAnKhc/s320/desejo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317699193733539602" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">De onde vem o desejo? Eu sei que vim dele!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Mas nem sempre o desejo dá a luz...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Ofusca a visão com carência,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> dai a malícia conquista inocência,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> fluem enzimas deliciosas,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> degustadas com a língua faminta</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> do momento.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Se o sabor é tempestuoso,fazem dança da chuva...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> se for ensolarado,fazem dele um parque no qual </span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> se apreciam as belezas...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Mas nem tudo fica sob nosso controle...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> Seja o que Deus quiser!</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> (Lembre-se que Deus também existe dentro de nós!)</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-7211667599945648526?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-3003396981627299172009-03-26T19:53:00.001-07:002009-03-26T19:59:01.612-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScxA8WO37kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T2ux60m9yrE/s1600-h/estudantebandeira.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScxA8WO37kI/AAAAAAAAAAc/T2ux60m9yrE/s320/estudantebandeira.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317696665522007618" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">No brilho da taça que brinda a vitória,vejo o reflexo do esforço</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">que almejava a glória.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Em meio a incontáveis contas,a superação da pressão.</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Embalada por anseio fútil,humanidade retrata decadência,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">mas quando centra em conquistas que apagam a moléstia do</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">egoísmo,constrói sólidos abrigos pros sonhos...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Levemos juntos ao topo a bandeira do triunfo,e que de lá,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">a plenos pulmões,possamos dar um brado retumbante!!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-300339698162729917?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-47278117291131920232009-03-25T20:00:00.003-07:002009-03-25T20:06:57.795-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Scrw3EeREfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HOW6uYmERZs/s1600-h/r216194_841510.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/Scrw3EeREfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/HOW6uYmERZs/s320/r216194_841510.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317327138948452850" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Talvez nem cerva</span>,<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">muito menos erva.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pra aguentar o baque,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">preciso dum coração reserva.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-4727811729113192023?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4282266395217629661.post-13403356944819223232009-03-25T04:46:00.000-07:002009-03-25T05:12:02.968-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScoaT9ohzDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QgM-vF7FTPo/s1600-h/din.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 143px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YB63BU8VhAU/ScoaT9ohzDI/AAAAAAAAAAM/QgM-vF7FTPo/s320/din.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317091240328678450" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >LER MINHA POESIA...</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />QUANTA INOCÊNCIA A MINHA!</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" ><br />TALVEZ SE ESCREVER ATRÁS DE UMA NOTA</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;">,</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:georgia;" >OU NA FRENTE DE UMA CALCINHA!!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4282266395217629661-1340335694481922323?l=atequeenfimm.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Matéria Primahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06034567981557908810noreply@blogger.com1