tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5536306863648280412011-04-21T21:31:56.593-07:00E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-4561759459678027752008-02-08T12:30:00.000-08:002008-02-11T11:07:09.244-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6y8RMKXiTI/AAAAAAAAADE/OKqMTOaTa2U/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164709876195625266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6y8RMKXiTI/AAAAAAAAADE/OKqMTOaTa2U/s320/relogio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Fora de tom<br />Fora do tempo<br />Estou assim<br />Meio de fora </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Fora de foco</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Fora do centro</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Estou assim</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Meio de fora<br />Fora de catalogo<br />Fora de assunto<br />Estou assim<br />Meio por fora<br />E por incrível que pareça<br />Não faço questão<br />De estar por dentro<br />!Não!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-456175945967802775?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-53874327936367409142008-02-08T11:58:00.000-08:002008-02-08T12:18:37.802-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6y5AcKXiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JtIPG9vW-3Y/s1600-h/cartaz_alem_propaganda_menor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164706289897933090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6y5AcKXiSI/AAAAAAAAAC8/JtIPG9vW-3Y/s320/cartaz_alem_propaganda_menor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Eles vendem destruição<br />Eles vendem, com beleza<br />Eles vendem preservação<br />Destruindo a natureza<br />Eles vendem emoção<br />Isso vende. Com certeza!<br />Eles comem seu coração<br />Como bife, à milanesa<br />Eles compram sua compaixão<br />E transformam em churrasco grego<br />E talvez você perceba!<br />E talvez você perceba...<br /></div></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-5387432793636740914?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-57607784357452104072008-02-08T11:41:00.000-08:002008-02-08T11:51:36.966-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yyYcKXiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d_9KUWQymAM/s1600-h/medo.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164699005633399058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yyYcKXiRI/AAAAAAAAAC0/d_9KUWQymAM/s320/medo.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Meu medo se confronta com a minha vontade de viver.<br />?Ser Feliz?<br />!Que seja! </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">?Também quem não quer?<br />?A morte?<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A espero. </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Venha quando vier!<br />?Você?<br />Suplico para que pense em mim.</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-5760778435745210407?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-90372879463140191492008-02-08T11:12:00.000-08:002008-02-08T11:17:06.817-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yqnMKXiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/PYM5SQhgYz0/s1600-h/humano.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164690462943447298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yqnMKXiQI/AAAAAAAAACs/PYM5SQhgYz0/s320/humano.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Seu jeito de vestir e andar<br />De se comportar<br />Ou esse seu pudor<br />?Que não te deixa sair </span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">[pelado pelas ruas</span> ?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-9037287946314019149?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-51163835334679600942008-02-08T11:07:00.001-08:002008-02-08T11:09:13.341-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yopMKXiNI/AAAAAAAAACc/L1fpUugcsAk/s1600-h/humano.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164688298279930066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yopMKXiNI/AAAAAAAAACc/L1fpUugcsAk/s320/humano.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Sua inteligência, sua beleza<br />Sua incrível sutileza<br />De pensar e agir<br />?Ou essa tua medíocre idéia<br />De dominar e destruir o mundo?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-5116383533467960094?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-31325390920096425312008-02-08T10:51:00.000-08:002008-02-08T11:57:46.509-08:00<span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6ymasKXiMI/AAAAAAAAACU/3SD05kU6mCQ/s1600-h/parede.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164685850148571330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6ymasKXiMI/AAAAAAAAACU/3SD05kU6mCQ/s320/parede.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Pintei as paredes do seu quarto </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Para declarar o meu amor<br />?Será tinta o que corre em minhas veias? </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-3132539092009642531?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-14876610977081658702008-02-08T10:23:00.000-08:002008-02-08T10:45:53.376-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yiuMKXiLI/AAAAAAAAACM/2r2KnGqNNKA/s1600-h/parque.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164681787109509298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yiuMKXiLI/AAAAAAAAACM/2r2KnGqNNKA/s320/parque.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Naquela tarde<br />Recordávamos o amor e a amizade<br />Relembrávamos o passado<br />No olhar uma saudade<br />E um sorriso de lado<br />Estávamos em busca de um sol<br />Que teimava se esconder<br />Madrid, Elaine e Carolina<br />A beleza das nossas vidas<br />Esta na simplicidade desses dias<br />!Obrigado!</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-1487661097708165870?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-35201232400755648202008-02-08T10:07:00.000-08:002008-02-08T10:18:33.607-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yc2MKXiKI/AAAAAAAAACE/sumtTYvQY3I/s1600-h/por-do-sol-rio-cuiaba-(38).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164675327478696098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yc2MKXiKI/AAAAAAAAACE/sumtTYvQY3I/s320/por-do-sol-rio-cuiaba-(38).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Dias tristes, minha vida<br />Dança louca, olhar, te admirar<br />Olhos tristes, sentimentos, lágrimas<br />Multidão, se confundir, passear<br />Dias tristes, minha vida, madrugada<br />Tocar, dormir, passar<br />Gostar de você, me entristecer<br />Dias tristes, minha vida<br />Manhã e tarde<br />Pôr do Sol</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-3520123240075564820?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-52650839823781124142008-02-08T09:45:00.000-08:002008-02-08T09:58:07.311-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yYB8KXiJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GSFc98s4lk0/s1600-h/caixa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164670031784020114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yYB8KXiJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/GSFc98s4lk0/s320/caixa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">!Cartas e fotos<br />Estórias em memória<br />Fragmentos de um passado feliz<br />Como em um crematório<br />Nossa vida reduziu se ao pó<br />E nosso amor que era tão grande<br />Agora morre em uma caixa só! </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-5265083982378112414?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-81020822667408172352008-02-08T09:35:00.000-08:002008-02-08T09:40:23.387-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yTVcKXiII/AAAAAAAAAB0/y_q2ffZ2YI4/s1600-h/nuvens.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164664869233330306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yTVcKXiII/AAAAAAAAAB0/y_q2ffZ2YI4/s320/nuvens.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Como louco,<br />correrei por todos os lados<br />cobrirei espaços com mensagens<br />mal acabadas<br />procurarei em anúncios classificados<br />nesses dias tão marcados<br />pela luta incansável por você.<br /><br />Depois sóbrio,<br />lembrarei que não vou te achar<br />a não ser no fundo de minha memória<br />em cartas, dentro de uma cova<br />Ou na minha corrida com os anjos </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"><span style="font-size:130%;">para o céu.<br /></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-8102082266740817235?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-51590920635821372032008-02-08T09:18:00.000-08:002008-02-08T09:28:16.652-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yQ_sKXiHI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqmEap3RTUs/s1600-h/flores.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164662296547919986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yQ_sKXiHI/AAAAAAAAABs/xqmEap3RTUs/s320/flores.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">Flores no campo<br />Luz da manhã<br />( intensa luz, não enxergo)<br />Paisagem lírica<br />Nada<br />Apenas a vontade<br />De sonhar com a justiça </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-5159092063582137203?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-68838443160120979442008-02-08T08:54:00.000-08:002008-02-08T09:16:42.792-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yL4MKXiGI/AAAAAAAAABk/LdNmJTE6xn4/s1600-h/musa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164656670140762210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6yL4MKXiGI/AAAAAAAAABk/LdNmJTE6xn4/s320/musa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">A musa me salta aos olhos<br />Agora o espelho sou eu<br />Enfim, narciso se acha feio<br />O tempo para<br />(..................................... )<br />Para vê-la passar<br />Como num toque de Midas<br />Ela sofistica o ambiente<br />E somos reles mortais<br />É como se precisássemos<br />De sua beleza<br />É como se fosse feita, esculpida<br />Vai como sempre chega<br />Um sonho que sempre se repete<br />E realiza por uns minutos<br />Meus mais simples desejos<br />Ela é mesmo assim<br />Ela é mesmo linda<br /></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-6883844316012097944?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-73093055614465644772008-02-07T11:44:00.000-08:002008-02-07T12:06:08.477-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tkdMKXiFI/AAAAAAAAABc/u0yprgf_gYA/s1600-h/passado.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164331850354100306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tkdMKXiFI/AAAAAAAAABc/u0yprgf_gYA/s320/passado.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Em algum lugar do passado</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Passeia meu corpo acompanhado<br /><br />A espera, de quem sabe um dia...<br /><br /><br /><br />Em algum lugar do futuro<br /><br />Passeio pelo obscuro<br /><br />Momentos de nostalgia...<br /><br /><br /><br />Em algum lugar do presente<br /><br />Apenas lamento<br /><br />Não mais te ter. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-7309305561446564477?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-28353487940534885972008-02-07T11:28:00.000-08:002008-02-07T11:41:58.451-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6teKMKXiEI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEUU_3Kb7PM/s1600-h/estrelas.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164324926866819138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6teKMKXiEI/AAAAAAAAABU/dEUU_3Kb7PM/s320/estrelas.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Luz amor</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bem como um céu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Pra nós dois</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bem como a vida deve ser</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Tudo de bom pra você</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Luz meu bem</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bem como um céu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Eu sei</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bem como a vida há de guardar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Tudo de bom pra conquistar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Estrelas no céu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Uma constelação</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Eu com meus pés no chão</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Te entreguei meu coração</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Estrelas no céu</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Quando o amor chegar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Bem como um céu de amor</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">E uma vida pra nós dois</span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-2835348794053488597?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-61976911012849188552008-02-07T11:16:00.000-08:002008-02-07T11:25:29.363-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tZ3MKXiDI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zuz8bgHAemI/s1600-h/ursos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164320202402793522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tZ3MKXiDI/AAAAAAAAABM/Zuz8bgHAemI/s320/ursos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Te espero meio ano</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Te quero sempre</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Te tenho por duas horas</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Me faço objeto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Recebo os seus beijos</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Te desejo, te quero, te espero</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Penso...Não sou objeto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Teu molejo, teu sexo, meu pênis</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Te vejo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Como eu quero o seu beijo</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Mas seu medo de amar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Se confronta com a sua vontade de gozar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Te espero...</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-6197691101284918855?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-64089198671291319692008-02-07T10:50:00.000-08:002008-02-07T11:06:52.624-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tWmcKXiCI/AAAAAAAAABE/IgkBOCPKc78/s1600-h/po%C3%A7o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164316616105101346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tWmcKXiCI/AAAAAAAAABE/IgkBOCPKc78/s320/po%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;">¡Tanta saudade!</span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Num corpo que pede piedade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Em um poço de 200 metros de profundidade.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Cai no anonimato...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me mato, me bata! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Me estrago, me traga.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Num disparo, me para! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Te agarro, com garra.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Te beijo na marra! </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Te amarro.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">¡Quanta saudade!</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-6408919867129131969?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-14604300402919151522008-02-07T10:29:00.000-08:002008-02-07T10:35:14.499-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tPUcKXh-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/slj-Bei4Tt0/s1600-h/o+nada.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164308610286061538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tPUcKXh-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/slj-Bei4Tt0/s320/o+nada.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"></span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Vago pelo vago</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Venda preta </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Em olhos fechados</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Silêncio absoluto</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Tinta sobre a tela</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Nada sobre o nada</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-1460430040291915152?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-46846532235580108292008-02-07T10:15:00.000-08:002008-02-07T10:20:55.097-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tL5sKXh9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/T3aafOKDE6A/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164304852189677522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tL5sKXh9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/T3aafOKDE6A/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Abro as portas pra razão</span></div><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Mergulho no meu intimo profundo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Fecho as portas do meu coração</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">E me preparo para encarar o mundo.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-4684653223558010829?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-86683213097946012262008-02-07T09:36:00.000-08:002008-02-07T11:09:59.783-08:00<span style="font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tD4cKXh8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bBz1ZtSMWk8/s1600-h/janela.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164296034621818818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tD4cKXh8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bBz1ZtSMWk8/s320/janela.bmp" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:times new roman;"> </span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Janela<br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Esperança de vida</span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Esperança</span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Janela da vida.</span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-8668321309794601226?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-33519250743638651982008-02-07T09:32:00.000-08:002008-02-07T10:48:37.293-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tScMKXiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LJHdrFroicI/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164312041964931074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tScMKXiAI/AAAAAAAAAA0/LJHdrFroicI/s320/olhos.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">...se eras tão doce</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">se eras delicia</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">pobre de mim</span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">quanta impericia </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">só sabia seu nome </span><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;">chamava Leticia.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-3351925074363865198?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-553630686364828041.post-3951930853139786862008-02-07T09:25:00.000-08:002008-02-07T10:44:42.355-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tRe8KXh_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j2mN55pSvyA/s1600-h/indio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164310989697943538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HPwdeTiHknY/R6tRe8KXh_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/j2mN55pSvyA/s320/indio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;">Sou latino mundial<br />Sou índio tropical<br />Sou hipócrita<br />Sou mais eu<br />E por me conhecer muito bem<br />Tenho medo do mundo.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/553630686364828041-395193085313978686?l=ofetto.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>E.R, Silvahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14400447903870751407noreply@blogger.com0