tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74524690862661785942011-08-01T15:30:09.197-07:00L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17699398580282941397noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452469086266178594.post-5405697151738489962009-06-06T07:57:00.000-07:002009-06-06T07:58:42.980-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SiqD-6imMkI/AAAAAAAAASI/_T8lDLZ0L14/s1600-h/jon-jose-luis-borges.jpg"><img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SiqD-6imMkI/AAAAAAAAASI/_T8lDLZ0L14/s320/jon-jose-luis-borges.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344229024718008898" /></a><br /><br />É como amar a lua inacessível (Cazuza)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452469086266178594-540569715173848996?l=mundocongeladocordevenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17699398580282941397noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452469086266178594.post-57050186708954928632009-05-06T12:49:00.000-07:002009-05-13T10:11:01.556-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SgHp7247uRI/AAAAAAAAARU/5uwop7R-7NA/s1600-h/ESTRELAAAAAS.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SgHp7247uRI/AAAAAAAAARU/5uwop7R-7NA/s320/ESTRELAAAAAS.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332800648339241234" /></a><br /><br />Todas as sextas-feiras são sextas - frias<br />A estrada longa que não passa de meia hora<br />Passa vento, passa árvore, passa pensamento.<br />A senhora ruiva ao meu lado leva livros velhos encapados de flores<br />Eu levo apenas, desejo sem capa.<br /><br />Meu destino final é uma escada,<br />Dez degraus que acabam no abismo<br />No abismo de olhos que não me enxergam<br />No abismo de olhos ofuscados que talvez finja não me ver<br />Algumas horas já se passaram, eu assino o livro sem o título esperança.<br />E termino mais uma sexta - fria com um até logo,<br />Até sexta-feira.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7452469086266178594-5705018670895492863?l=mundocongeladocordevenus.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>L.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17699398580282941397noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7452469086266178594.post-8465869262249893282009-05-05T13:17:00.000-07:002009-05-05T13:46:59.254-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SgClivwNXxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Wv-f__aOwGI/s1600-h/no2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_1YUzizeZvnw/SgClivwNXxI/AAAAAAAAAPs/Wv-f__aOwGI/s320/no2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332443975159471890" /></a> <br /><meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFernando%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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