tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15434597007732403182011-09-21T05:10:27.627-07:00Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-8269704350918014242010-09-28T10:17:00.000-07:002010-09-28T10:20:43.835-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TKIjzlKliHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1Y1wNlwVva4/s1600/GEDC1271.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522015462166464626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TKIjzlKliHI/AAAAAAAAAYk/1Y1wNlwVva4/s200/GEDC1271.JPG" border="0" /></a> Me perco, me procuro e me acho. E quando necessário, enlouqueço e deixo rolar.<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">(Clarice Lispector)</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-826970435091801424?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-56506458385842829672010-09-16T04:21:00.000-07:002010-09-16T04:23:58.634-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TJH92etD7II/AAAAAAAAAYM/vesfvAF9HKU/s1600/teste_erwis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517470130902396034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 178px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TJH92etD7II/AAAAAAAAAYM/vesfvAF9HKU/s200/teste_erwis.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">“Somos o que fazemos, mas somos, principalmente, o que fazemos para mudar o que somos.” </div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5650645838584282967?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-12847874907417825742010-08-23T11:43:00.000-07:002010-08-23T11:46:35.525-07:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508678154903751922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 187px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 186px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/THLBmHz-DPI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/lAGHbrTvrEM/s200/teste.JPG" border="0" />"Eu acredito é em suspiros,<br />alegrias explosivas,<br />amizades verdadeiras,<br />olhares faiscantes;<br />em sorrisos que varrem qualquer tristeza<br />e em abraços que trazem harmonia pra vida da gente."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1284787490741782574?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-17715353513297808212010-06-30T13:56:00.000-07:002010-06-30T14:01:26.251-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TCuwZB2aprI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I9WNgdHck4Y/s1600/testePB1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488674514920974002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 143px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TCuwZB2aprI/AAAAAAAAAXI/I9WNgdHck4Y/s200/testePB1.jpg" border="0" /></a> O que torna a ingenuidade tão graciosa </div><div align="center">é que ela não foi feita para durar<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1771535351329780821?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-19644889326389608302010-06-01T06:48:00.000-07:002010-06-01T06:52:08.174-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TAUQG4GpJiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZH5hofGHye0/s1600/blog-borboleta.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477802232091584034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/TAUQG4GpJiI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ZH5hofGHye0/s200/blog-borboleta.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quando olhos violeta brilharem mais,</div><div align="center">e pesadas asas ficarem mais leves,</div><div align="center">vou provar o céu e me sentir vivo de novo.</div><div align="center">E vou me esquecer do mundo que eu conheci,</div><div align="center">::</div><div align="center">se minha voz pudesse alcançar o passado,</div><div align="center">::</div><div align="center">eu sussuraria:</div><div align="center">eu queria que você estivesse aqui.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1964488932638960830?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-20496659898736418142009-12-03T06:32:00.000-08:002009-12-03T06:41:35.931-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SxfMjaSU0pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pP0F_CmQzko/s1600-h/296.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411018386032611986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 169px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SxfMjaSU0pI/AAAAAAAAAWY/pP0F_CmQzko/s200/296.jpg" border="0" /></a> “Há um tempo em que é preciso abandonar as roupas usadas, e esquecer os nossos caminhos, que nos levam sempre aos mesmos lugares. É o tempo da travessia e, se não ousarmos fazê-la, teremos ficado, para sempre, à margem de nós mesmos.” <em>Fernando Pessoa</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2049665989873641814?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-8802006833447628422009-11-09T02:35:00.000-08:002009-11-09T02:40:30.191-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SvfxQip0GoI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jeimMDfKvow/s1600-h/304.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402051544536586882" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SvfxQip0GoI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/jeimMDfKvow/s200/304.jpg" border="0" /></a> não lhe poderia dar todas as respostas</div><div align="right">pois vc não me fará todas as perguntas</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:85%;">José Saramago</span></em><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-880200683344762842?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-58538415220423415952009-10-13T09:44:00.000-07:002009-10-13T09:46:14.565-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/StSugT8gy6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/9w8OWGapxDE/s1600-h/290.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392126524002454434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 174px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/StSugT8gy6I/AAAAAAAAAWI/9w8OWGapxDE/s200/290.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quando mentir for preciso</div><div align="center">Poder falar a verdade</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">*Maria Gadú - Shimbalaiê<br /></span></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5853841522042341595?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-35730255607212686982009-10-08T05:24:00.000-07:002009-10-08T05:47:40.912-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Ss3a3fKO2AI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dVjNXD-jkbg/s1600-h/279.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390204975824427010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 131px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Ss3a3fKO2AI/AAAAAAAAAV4/dVjNXD-jkbg/s200/279.jpg" border="0" /></a>engraçado falar de <span style="color:#006600;">ritmo</span> como algo que<br />se entenda . como algo que se busque<br />sentido ou significado . o <span style="color:#006600;">ritmo</span> se escreve . se inscreve .<br />por ele mesmo . se desenha indefinida<br />sem contornos no vento . <span style="color:#006600;">ritmo</span> vai .</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3573025560721268698?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-4632374505353808742009-04-22T16:13:00.001-07:002009-04-22T16:16:50.216-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Se-lF4fy_tI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rUwI7wwifGk/s1600-h/1224783075741_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327658404686266066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Se-lF4fy_tI/AAAAAAAAAVw/rUwI7wwifGk/s200/1224783075741_f.jpg" border="0" /></a> qdo se caminha com alguém</div><div align="right">e se importa com ela</div><div align="right">não se pensa mais com a lógica<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-463237450535380874?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-32592540275704543382009-03-25T05:32:00.000-07:002009-03-25T05:41:10.864-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ScomQi50M_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/NVswyf4urqY/s1600-h/210.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317104375753356274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ScomQi50M_I/AAAAAAAAAVo/NVswyf4urqY/s200/210.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right">se tem medo da </div><div align="right">verdade</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">evite o silêncio</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3259254027570454338?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-74472834705907836562009-03-24T03:35:00.000-07:002009-03-24T11:22:48.255-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sci3n4wdvSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oyUVa2_fLbs/s1600-h/1233678486044_f.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316701255989312802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sci3n4wdvSI/AAAAAAAAAVg/oyUVa2_fLbs/s200/1233678486044_f.jpg" border="0" /></a> o tempo passa <p>e nem tudo fica, </p><p>a obra inteira de uma vida.</p><p>::</p><p>O PASSADO ESTÁ ESCRITO</p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">ndn</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7447283470590783656?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-27615775426566556782009-03-16T11:56:00.000-07:002009-03-16T12:07:52.517-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sb6g9eHDl2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/H0IiNwsg_GM/s1600-h/203.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313861588258887522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sb6g9eHDl2I/AAAAAAAAAVY/H0IiNwsg_GM/s200/203.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">o silêncio busca respostas</div><div align="right">onde não se tem perguntas</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">o soilidão busca pessoas</div><div align="right">onde não se tem caos</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">o medo busca conforto</div><div align="right">onde não se tem começo </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2761577542656655678?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-23134800079605003812009-03-12T07:44:00.000-07:002009-03-12T07:45:44.448-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sbkf8m8OOvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_4LTCqfXwQs/s1600-h/199.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312312361565960946" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 155px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sbkf8m8OOvI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/_4LTCqfXwQs/s200/199.jpg" border="0" /></a>amor é difícil,<br />amor de um ser humano<br />para outro ser humano<br />é a tarefa mais difícil<br />q tem nos cabido<br />::<br />é compreender, sem entender<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2313480007960500381?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-19877953569665581622009-03-11T05:31:00.000-07:002009-03-11T05:33:37.884-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SbevN8T0rjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OdcIxsp0lys/s1600-h/195.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311906939569221170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 112px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SbevN8T0rjI/AAAAAAAAAVI/OdcIxsp0lys/s200/195.jpg" border="0" /></a> sexo por sexo</div><div align="right">sorrir por sorrir</div><div align="right">andar por andar</div><div align="right">nadar por nadar</div><div align="right">amar por amar</div><div align="right">trabalho por trabalho</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">meramente preparação</div><div align="right"><br /> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1987795356966558162?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-8551259366139973522009-03-03T10:10:00.000-08:002009-03-03T10:18:47.942-08:00<div align="center">água e óleo</div><div align="center">desconfiança e namoro</div><div align="center">fidelidade e insegurança</div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309025836315376482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/Sa1y3qTy-2I/AAAAAAAAAVA/VuGZz-VlOy8/s200/SDC12854.JPG" border="0" /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">concentração e decepção</div><div align="center">iceberg e hawai</div><div align="center">magenta e ciano</div><div align="center">::</div><div align="center">amor e amizade</div><div align="center">::</div><div align="center">há catalizador?</div><div align="center"><br /> </div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-855125936613997352?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-65739082563896012492009-02-20T06:46:00.000-08:002009-02-20T06:48:20.872-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZ7CfGq_ujI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RBNdBpc0gpY/s1600-h/186.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304891250711706162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 184px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZ7CfGq_ujI/AAAAAAAAAU4/RBNdBpc0gpY/s200/186.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right">há questões que são SIMPLES</div><div align="right">mas nem por isso deixam de serem</div><div align="right">VERDADEIRAS...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6573908256389601249?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-54162712696741004842009-02-18T11:10:00.000-08:002009-02-18T11:12:53.583-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZxddMLaCoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kos0NKD--mA/s1600-h/182.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304217217202260610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZxddMLaCoI/AAAAAAAAAUw/kos0NKD--mA/s200/182.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />. o sorriso do silêncio<br />confortável entre<br />a pele e a pele .<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5416271269674100484?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-28558722500566310212009-02-16T06:13:00.000-08:002009-02-16T06:16:42.680-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZl1ABV4P2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/z2RKUyK8Wwg/s1600-h/177.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303398679426121570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 177px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZl1ABV4P2I/AAAAAAAAAUo/z2RKUyK8Wwg/s200/177.jpg" border="0" /></a> "A felicidade não depende do que nos falta, </div><div align="center">mas do bom uso do que temos". </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Thomas Hardy</span><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2855872250056631021?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-58683647419022333282009-02-12T11:09:00.000-08:002009-02-12T11:11:01.008-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZRz7wNzUGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dUbA8uMNLxk/s1600-h/136.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301990131714183266" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 99px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZRz7wNzUGI/AAAAAAAAAUg/dUbA8uMNLxk/s200/136.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />SARCASmo<br /><br /><br />...é um refugio de pessoas<br />que sabem que estão erradas<br />e andam na corda bamba<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5868364741902233328?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-1807023457699026742009-02-11T09:52:00.000-08:002009-02-11T09:55:44.469-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZMQqDwsjDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EqhdIjyxYBU/s1600-h/174.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301599501095308338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 174px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZMQqDwsjDI/AAAAAAAAAUY/EqhdIjyxYBU/s200/174.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />música nos olhos</div><div align="right">estrelas nos ouvidos</div><div align="right">cheiro de verde escuro</div><div align="right">ouvindo o sono</div><div align="right">sorrisos proibidos</div><div align="right"><em>coisas da insanidade</em></div><div align="right">não compreenda</div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-180702345769902674?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-45988140552427167082009-02-10T11:18:00.000-08:002009-02-10T11:24:59.340-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZHTJxwwAjI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0tNSgFq60RA/s1600-h/172.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301250401321878066" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZHTJxwwAjI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/0tNSgFq60RA/s200/172.jpg" border="0" /></a> o cheiro do tato<br />paladar nos <em>sentidos</em><br />a pele no vento<br />deitar nas <em>palavras</em><br />lamber o sonho<br />sem morder a <em>língua</em><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">a vida, pra que compreender?</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-4598814055242716708?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-84168270709594325712009-02-09T10:51:00.000-08:002009-02-09T10:52:57.443-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZB7P-GCFkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VaCzr-p9ayI/s1600-h/157.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300872275711628866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 146px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SZB7P-GCFkI/AAAAAAAAAUI/VaCzr-p9ayI/s200/157.jpg" border="0" /></a> por que eu me sinto tão ingrato?</div><div align="right">eu que estou muito além da sobrevivência</div><div align="right">eu que vejo a vida como uma ostra<br />é minha ambição continuar quando não sou capaz?<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8416827070959432571?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-443857015895702632009-02-04T10:06:00.000-08:002009-02-04T10:08:27.247-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYnZXOAVn-I/AAAAAAAAATo/lqRjXtWDwoY/s1600-h/169.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299005429497831394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 163px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYnZXOAVn-I/AAAAAAAAATo/lqRjXtWDwoY/s200/169.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>...é estar onde eu estive</div><div>...é voltar pra casa</div><div>...é conhecer quem conheci</div><div>...é ficar onde fiquei</div><div><br />navegando, sonhando, sentindo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-44385701589570263?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-88974050136166173832009-02-02T10:39:00.000-08:002009-02-02T10:46:26.399-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYc-rsmn_SI/AAAAAAAAATg/lqbpYH38mUA/s1600-h/166.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298272407053139234" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYc-rsmn_SI/AAAAAAAAATg/lqbpYH38mUA/s200/166.jpg" border="0" /></a> navegando através do mar, para uma ilha </div><div align="right">ouvir a música, sentir o ar<br />a brisa através das árvores</div><div align="right"><em>serei tudo que eu vejo</em></div><div align="right">Deixo o mundo girar,<br />ter aqui, neste momento</div><div align="right"><strong>mais uma vida</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8897405013616617383?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-18703307658328569962009-01-30T10:21:00.000-08:002009-01-30T10:23:51.454-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYNFiESpL-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QXSA8C_geEQ/s1600-h/165.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297154038287642594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 199px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SYNFiESpL-I/AAAAAAAAATQ/QXSA8C_geEQ/s200/165.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>acreditar faz parte, </p><p>sorrir é consequência.</p><p>::</p><p>FAÇA O SEU MUNDO</p><p>acredite, sorria</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1870330765832856996?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-77757765532620598812009-01-27T05:02:00.000-08:002009-01-27T05:12:27.102-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SX8IB87migI/AAAAAAAAATI/PgLtkylkMoE/s1600-h/152.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295960516440001026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SX8IB87migI/AAAAAAAAATI/PgLtkylkMoE/s200/152.jpg" border="0" /></a> Gostaría que algumas coisas fossem definitivamente invisíveis.</div><div align="center">E que outras, que não podem ser vistas, </div><div align="center">ah! </div><div align="center">essas bem que poderiam ser visíveis.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7775776553262059881?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-14760778516596193672009-01-26T07:42:00.001-08:002009-01-26T07:46:53.735-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SX3atmjgaEI/AAAAAAAAATA/QZQhVvJ1Fp4/s1600-h/151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295629213836011586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SX3atmjgaEI/AAAAAAAAATA/QZQhVvJ1Fp4/s200/151.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em>Nada de buscar entender ou compreender o AMOR </em><br /><em>com as lógicas desprovidas de si, </em><br /><em>pq o único caminho é aceitar a <strong>ilogicidade</strong>, </em><br /><em>tal como está, esteve e estará, </em><br /><em>e pronto.</em><br />::</div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">d.f. r.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1476077851659619367?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-54438320501122788402009-01-23T03:03:00.000-08:002009-01-23T03:08:35.702-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SXmkfr-TA4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IBCA4jWEOKc/s1600-h/135.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294443701237646210" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 130px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SXmkfr-TA4I/AAAAAAAAASo/IBCA4jWEOKc/s200/135.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">mudar por alguém?</div><div align="right">sorrir por alguém?</div><div align="right">olho a porta fechada e ouço</div><div align="right">ADEUS</div><div align="right">'e as mudanças, e os sorrisos'</div><div align="right">guardo-as no bolso?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5443832050112278840?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-2902618006131429392009-01-21T08:00:00.000-08:002009-01-21T08:03:41.373-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SXdG0zvUviI/AAAAAAAAASg/hxPeHv6enmA/s1600-h/134.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293777760053149218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SXdG0zvUviI/AAAAAAAAASg/hxPeHv6enmA/s200/134.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />de maneira ou de outra .<br />as palavras<br />atuam dentro da boca .<br />a palavra<br />voa . vai . e venta . inventa<br /><em>um conceito qualquer de existir .</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-290261800613142939?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-65808568385097411642009-01-15T10:54:00.000-08:002009-01-15T11:10:45.655-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SW-HVk8xJoI/AAAAAAAAASY/UFMYwc2vdYk/s1600-h/129.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291596891949180546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SW-HVk8xJoI/AAAAAAAAASY/UFMYwc2vdYk/s200/129.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">minhas pálpebras escondem</div><div align="right">o medo</div><div align="right">minha boca celebra as</div><div align="right">dúvidas</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">a derrota, é só mais uma</div><div align="right">consequência.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6580856838509741164?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-78063968771900995522009-01-13T10:44:00.000-08:002009-01-13T10:49:31.521-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWzhO1IwYGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2IcuTZz5v90/s1600-h/126.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290851307151712354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWzhO1IwYGI/AAAAAAAAASQ/2IcuTZz5v90/s200/126.jpg" border="0" /></a> há sentimentos que vazam entre nossos dedos, será que um dia voltarão? <p>confiança;</p><p>felicidade;</p><p>amor.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7806396877190099552?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-55058650982466195742009-01-09T10:07:00.000-08:002009-01-09T10:09:46.457-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWeSzdiSZAI/AAAAAAAAASI/G-BGG3_1PZw/s1600-h/124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289357700169360386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWeSzdiSZAI/AAAAAAAAASI/G-BGG3_1PZw/s200/124.jpg" border="0" /></a> reconheço que é minha vez </div><div align="center">ganhar algumas e aprender algumas</div><div align="center">::<br />não hesitarei, serei eu<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5505865098246619574?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-61292050903549779612009-01-07T08:04:00.000-08:002009-01-07T08:05:57.560-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWTSqx25S7I/AAAAAAAAASA/2HGDKsvDuAE/s1600-h/121.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288583494819728306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWTSqx25S7I/AAAAAAAAASA/2HGDKsvDuAE/s200/121.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>nada nos deixa tão solitários</p><p>qto nossos segredos...</p><p><em><span style="font-size:78%;">Paul Tounieir</span></em></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6129205090354977961?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-58379395893544806632009-01-06T07:42:00.001-08:002009-01-06T07:49:20.425-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWN873t0t9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/LddJkP5wylM/s1600-h/120.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288207755473369042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 92px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SWN873t0t9I/AAAAAAAAAR4/LddJkP5wylM/s200/120.jpg" border="0" /></a> :: planos</div><div align="right">:: barreiras</div><div align="right">:: quedas</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">... e começa + uma etapa</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5837939589354480663?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-7260752533202803612008-12-18T02:12:00.000-08:002008-12-18T02:15:42.116-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUoiKiCIKLI/AAAAAAAAARo/dvL1H1AS6a8/s1600-h/PA090263.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281071077375092914" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUoiKiCIKLI/AAAAAAAAARo/dvL1H1AS6a8/s200/PA090263.jpg" border="0" /></a> Vamos, </div><div align="right">abra sua mente e veja como eu</div><div align="right">abra seus planos, seja livre</div><div align="right">olhe em seu coração e verá [...]</div><div align="right">ouça,</div><div align="right"> e talvez cante comigo</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">i'm yours</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-726075253320280361?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-85548339588638167052008-12-15T09:31:00.000-08:002008-12-15T09:38:10.910-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUaVvJPUtLI/AAAAAAAAARg/0ZGdexr6xPc/s1600-h/117.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280072250305066162" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUaVvJPUtLI/AAAAAAAAARg/0ZGdexr6xPc/s200/117.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Se livrar da vaidade </div><div>é apenas ir com o ritmo</div><div>.</div><div>É o que espera-se fazer</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div>Nosso nome é nossa virtude</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8554833958863816705?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-47866545130571903242008-12-12T09:44:00.000-08:002008-12-12T09:49:44.135-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUKjLJ9Jz2I/AAAAAAAAARY/jXQxWKDCUqA/s1600-h/116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278961125277945698" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 128px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUKjLJ9Jz2I/AAAAAAAAARY/jXQxWKDCUqA/s200/116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">preocupa-se com QUEM </div><div align="right">está <em>errado</em> ou <em>certo?</em></div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">qdo deveriamos ao menos</div><div align="right">saber O QUE É</div><div align="right">estar <em>certo </em>ou <em>errado</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-4786654513057190324?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-23389577282885019902008-12-11T08:42:00.000-08:002008-12-11T08:43:49.260-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUFDGz2izHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/u8GiZLSyhkw/s1600-h/114.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278574022532189298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SUFDGz2izHI/AAAAAAAAARQ/u8GiZLSyhkw/s200/114.jpg" border="0" /></a> na minha criação </div><div align="center">a força</div><div align="center">vence o MEDO<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2338957728288501990?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-77587386603186345482008-12-10T04:43:00.001-08:002008-12-10T04:45:32.723-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ST-5rRwEJPI/AAAAAAAAARI/G5hG3TsGZh8/s1600-h/113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278141441452025074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ST-5rRwEJPI/AAAAAAAAARI/G5hG3TsGZh8/s200/113.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">Pra existir história </div><div align="right">Tem que existir verdade</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">::</div><div align="right">Dou ferroadas e flutuo</div><div align="right">Vivo sem deixar sombras no tempo</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7758738660318634548?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-3108649186597015372008-12-09T10:51:00.000-08:002008-12-09T10:53:36.145-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ST6-UOeSwFI/AAAAAAAAARA/dLaESoRtKr8/s1600-h/112.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277865068016615506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 121px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/ST6-UOeSwFI/AAAAAAAAARA/dLaESoRtKr8/s200/112.jpg" border="0" /></a> procurar, desejar <p>desejo encontrar</p><p>sem procurar</p><p>qdo me encontrar</p><p>vou desejar...</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-310864918659701537?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-29204236589845189122008-12-05T09:17:00.000-08:002008-12-05T09:22:23.872-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STliq8v558I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IDfsF1QLUbM/s1600-h/110.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276356928442329026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 120px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STliq8v558I/AAAAAAAAAQ4/IDfsF1QLUbM/s200/110.jpg" border="0" /></a>apaixonáveis</div><div align="center">descartáveis</div><div align="center">miseráveis</div><div align="center">memoráveis</div><div align="center"> adimiráveis</div><div align="center">amáveis</div><div align="center">sensíveis</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">mas ainda</div><div align="center">descartáveis<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2920423658984518912?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-21749659947472996272008-12-04T05:23:00.000-08:002008-12-04T05:25:42.993-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STfZ-eRH2TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MO6LmOKfO9Y/s1600-h/103.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275925155787823410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 167px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STfZ-eRH2TI/AAAAAAAAAQw/MO6LmOKfO9Y/s200/103.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">. ::</div><div align="right">se líquida fosse</div><div align="right">. ::</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">. ::</div><div align="right">VAZARIA</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2174965994747299627?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-9333504299364810162008-12-03T05:28:00.001-08:002008-12-03T05:31:16.079-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STaJj732AuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J_jWn4xYC94/s1600-h/102.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275555263971459810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STaJj732AuI/AAAAAAAAAQo/J_jWn4xYC94/s200/102.jpg" border="0" /></a> entender?</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">ouvir?</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">compreender?</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">um olhar, o silêncio</div><div align="right">sem palvras, sem pronúncias</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">um olhar, o silêncio</div><div align="right">sem atenção, sem destino</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-933350429936481016?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-34342169255529994132008-12-01T04:13:00.000-08:002008-12-01T04:14:35.421-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STPU6jRWMvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/k8V5gtM8vfc/s1600-h/099.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274793690946482930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/STPU6jRWMvI/AAAAAAAAAQg/k8V5gtM8vfc/s200/099.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><strong>viver</strong> o amanhã ou</div><div>intensificar o hj?</div><div>::<br />lembre-se há consequências, </div><div>em AMBOS</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3434216925552999413?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-7825265699120532892008-11-28T04:22:00.000-08:002008-11-28T04:25:12.860-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS_ivD3LTyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G2ORMRwrvdI/s1600-h/097.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273682986792603426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 119px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS_ivD3LTyI/AAAAAAAAAQY/G2ORMRwrvdI/s200/097.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right">ou seja,</div><div align="right">um relfexo do q faço</div><div align="right">ou seja,</div><div align="right">um reflexo do q qro</div><div align="right">ou seja,</div><div align="right">esta em mim como </div><div align="right">estou em vc</div><div align="right"><strong>reciprocidade</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-782526569912053289?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-37432362809532518892008-11-27T08:54:00.000-08:002008-11-27T08:55:32.746-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS7Q46BZSNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0hT6XXpZrxc/s1600-h/096.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273381889763789010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 138px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS7Q46BZSNI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/0hT6XXpZrxc/s200/096.jpg" border="0" /></a> "HUMANO, demasiadamente, HUMANO!"</div><div align="center">.<br /> "Anjos/Pecadores" </div><div align="center">.<br />cabe à cada um manifestar a face q lhe convém</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3743236280953251889?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-51372211985509055872008-11-26T03:21:00.000-08:002008-11-26T03:23:10.457-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS0xZQsqLUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ammUj4LV4Rg/s1600-h/094.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272925048769490242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 171px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SS0xZQsqLUI/AAAAAAAAAQI/ammUj4LV4Rg/s200/094.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>faça ao próximo</p><p>o q pretendes receber...</p><p>.</p><p>eu sorrio, e vc?</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5137221198550905587?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-65832738315602850452008-11-25T02:36:00.000-08:002008-11-25T02:37:59.868-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSvVTVflzHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_-qPlBsHokA/s1600-h/092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272542316931173490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 89px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSvVTVflzHI/AAAAAAAAAQA/_-qPlBsHokA/s200/092.jpg" border="0" /></a> "vida limpa, </div><div align="center">mente aberta, </div><div align="center">coração puro e </div><div align="center">intelecto<strong> ardente</strong>"...<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6583273831560285045?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-85505169790854517162008-11-24T02:36:00.000-08:002008-11-24T02:53:15.409-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSqHQfYcp3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hEdwcGiFFgg/s1600-h/086.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272175031162283890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSqHQfYcp3I/AAAAAAAAAP4/hEdwcGiFFgg/s200/086.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>as verdadeiras palavras </div><div>nem sempre são bonitas, </div><div>.</div><div>mas, </div><div>.</div><div>as palavras bonitas </div><div>nem sempre são "verdades".</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8550516979085451716?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-3710043144574985012008-11-21T10:02:00.000-08:002008-11-21T10:17:22.203-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSb4eUBD9eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0uX_uPP277o/s1600-h/088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271173613536671202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 131px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSb4eUBD9eI/AAAAAAAAAPw/0uX_uPP277o/s200/088.jpg" border="0" /></a> Inútil, e tão dislexicamente...</div><div align="right">repisar os mesmos passos</div><div align="right">tão marcados...</div><div align="right"><b>Naquele mesmo lugar.</b></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">Indefectível, e inatingível por fora...</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">uma atração tétrica</div><div align="right">Iludo-me com minha mente de criança...</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">então, sorrio...</div><div align="right">por vc</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-371004314457498501?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-66415157273182532562008-11-21T02:42:00.000-08:002008-11-21T02:45:29.169-08:00<div align="left"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSaQ-K-cNpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AXWmLHGULyk/s1600-h/087.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271059811656283794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSaQ-K-cNpI/AAAAAAAAAPo/AXWmLHGULyk/s200/087.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">.</div><div align="left">sorria</div><div align="left">.</div><div align="left">por</div><div align="left">.</div><div align="left">mim?</div><div align="left">.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6641515727318253256?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-70023118241686985172008-11-20T01:42:00.000-08:002008-11-20T01:52:46.318-08:00<div><embed src="http://widget-0a.slide.com/widgets/slideticker.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" scale="noscale" salign="l" wmode="transparent" flashvars="cy=bb&amp;il=1&amp;channel=2954361355573401610&amp;site=widget-0a.slide.com" style="width:400px;height:320px" name="flashticker" align="middle"></embed> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7002311824168698517?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-90186717918511818162008-11-19T06:08:00.000-08:002008-11-19T06:14:52.145-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSQemwLn2oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RwLlroxAJ9s/s1600-h/083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270371115047836290" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 85px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSQemwLn2oI/AAAAAAAAAPg/RwLlroxAJ9s/s200/083.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">as cores perdem o brilho</div><div align="right">as vozes perdem o tom</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">procura-se novas maneiras</div><div align="right"><b>certas</b> de cometer <b>erros</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-9018671791851181816?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-50232129510500075532008-11-18T04:35:00.000-08:002008-11-18T04:39:47.220-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSK3DJZlQ-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PT1Go29YBBI/s1600-h/081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269975778667611106" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SSK3DJZlQ-I/AAAAAAAAAPY/PT1Go29YBBI/s200/081.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">o tempo não volta!</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">e se demora tanto pra </div><div align="right">entender isso, pq?</div><div align="right"></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5023212951050007553?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-58036770898836428772008-11-14T08:13:00.000-08:002008-11-14T08:17:16.378-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SR2ju-EzuzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n0NYBRG5qaw/s1600-h/078.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268547166425824050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 166px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SR2ju-EzuzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/n0NYBRG5qaw/s200/078.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />observar<br />ouvir<br />compreeder<br /><br /><br />somente o tempo ensina...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5803677089883642877?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-62928055096995947962008-11-13T04:46:00.000-08:002008-11-13T04:49:11.032-08:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRwh_LlTnpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7gJqUOJiMmc/s1600-h/075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268123033441377938" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRwh_LlTnpI/AAAAAAAAAPI/7gJqUOJiMmc/s200/075.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><strong>Entidades</strong> reais</div><div align="right">Pedaços de sorriso</div><div align="right">Soluços dispersos</div><div align="right">Tristes vaidades</div><div align="right">Gargalhadas de luz</div><div align="right">Melancolia secreta</div><div align="right">Realidades <strong>oníricas</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6292805509699594796?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-57218256702559167292008-11-12T06:27:00.000-08:002008-11-12T06:37:47.575-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRrp_JITfhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/InLjWd-oeOM/s1600-h/025.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267779985154997778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRrp_JITfhI/AAAAAAAAAPA/InLjWd-oeOM/s200/025.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>cheiro de quintal </div><div>de tardes </div><div>de pôr do sol </div><div><strong>cheiro de infância</strong></div><div>saudades...</div><div><strong>nostalgias</strong></div><div>...alegrias...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5721825670255916729?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-31073442301722461312008-11-11T08:07:00.000-08:002008-11-11T08:26:25.254-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRmxClBAb4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iGXvjQ5ArX0/s1600-h/073.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267435897040695170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRmxClBAb4I/AAAAAAAAAO4/iGXvjQ5ArX0/s200/073.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">labirinto, encruzillhada...</div><div align="right">universo inserido no universo</div><div align="right">temporais, VIDA, sinuosa</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right"><em>e cai a máscara</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3107344230172246131?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-79488653144566599172008-11-10T04:17:00.000-08:002008-11-10T04:25:49.275-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRgnkpp6P6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvq0FgIoq_w/s1600-h/072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267003274820206498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRgnkpp6P6I/AAAAAAAAAOw/vvq0FgIoq_w/s200/072.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRgmmHo_kCI/AAAAAAAAAOo/99_ovz_HJQI/s1600-h/071.jpg"></a>cólera. cólera eufória</div><div>o mundo. ñ agrada. </div><div>pessoas estão mortas. e ñ sabem, </div><div>Em vez de amar, </div><div>.exigem.</div><div> </div><div>Mentir dá remorso. </div><div>omitir gera perda</div><div> </div><div>E não mentir é um dom </div><div>que o mundo não merece...<br /><br /></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7948865314456659917?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-3791573164194318382008-11-07T01:59:00.000-08:002008-11-07T02:15:11.930-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRQU8cNWVZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Tnns9uj8HwU/s1600-h/070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265856892899841426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRQU8cNWVZI/AAAAAAAAAOg/Tnns9uj8HwU/s200/070.jpg" border="0" /></a> não adianta procurar...</div><div align="center">o q precisa, está em vc<br /><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRQU0mfu_EI/AAAAAAAAAOY/hD3Q8CdXVb4/s1600-h/070.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-379157316419431838?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-44324020565960430512008-11-06T09:52:00.000-08:002008-11-06T09:56:42.692-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRMvkwy3N5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2pP0X8gH5ko/s1600-h/068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265604697946273682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 118px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRMvkwy3N5I/AAAAAAAAAOQ/2pP0X8gH5ko/s200/068.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">Impossível aprender </div><div align="right">aquilo q vc acha q sabe</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-4432402056596043051?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-91945328218093263102008-11-06T01:40:00.000-08:002008-11-06T01:59:34.111-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRK-5v2CdJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lAAh4XvSXWU/s1600-h/066.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265480813654471826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 136px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRK-5v2CdJI/AAAAAAAAAOI/lAAh4XvSXWU/s200/066.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRK-kRDGWeI/AAAAAAAAAOA/aa2-K4wyYe8/s1600-h/066.jpg"></a>.<br />.<br /><div>Nossa compreensão do universo,</div><div>ainda é muito pequena para julgar </div><div>o que quer que seja na </div><div><strong> nossa vida.</strong></div><div><strong></strong> </div><div><strong></strong> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-9194532821809326310?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-69486314192064162332008-11-05T06:49:00.000-08:002008-11-05T06:55:59.210-08:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRGzdRSgIhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ni4hCVVxufY/s1600-h/064.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265186754811404818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRGzdRSgIhI/AAAAAAAAAN4/Ni4hCVVxufY/s200/064.jpg" border="0" /></a> veio um olhar <em>(sem qrer)</em></div><div align="right">saliva, boca seca <em>(desejo)</em></div><div align="right">arrepios, o tato <em>(um corpo)<br /></em>tão rápido, assim começou e acabou</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.<br />perdido... completamente </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6948631419206416233?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-34277520668834545412008-11-04T11:34:00.000-08:002008-11-04T11:42:19.964-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRClZuuZluI/AAAAAAAAANw/w5OwDedkuhU/s1600-h/PA090266.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264889825854068450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRClZuuZluI/AAAAAAAAANw/w5OwDedkuhU/s200/PA090266.jpg" border="0" /></a>não quero falar de mim<br />das coisas que aprendi<br />quero contar um frenesi<br />e tudo que ñ aconteceu cmg<br />.<br /><strong>viver</strong> é melhor que sonhar<br />mas sonhar, <em>dói menos</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3427752066883454541?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-30129889343177131922008-11-04T02:39:00.000-08:002008-11-04T02:47:50.853-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRAoMNFYjHI/AAAAAAAAANg/TFMRNZ6dEyY/s1600-h/PA090265.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264752154531892338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SRAoMNFYjHI/AAAAAAAAANg/TFMRNZ6dEyY/s200/PA090265.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right"><br />.</div><div align="right">"Desconfie do destino </div><div align="right"> e <strong>acredite </strong>em você."</div><div align="right">.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3012988934317713192?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-10538667305534887872008-11-03T07:28:00.000-08:002008-11-03T07:34:26.140-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQ8YsKCpM4I/AAAAAAAAANY/yp_ROPMzs7s/s1600-h/062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264453636308153218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 137px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQ8YsKCpM4I/AAAAAAAAANY/yp_ROPMzs7s/s200/062.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>a conexão esta caindo</div><div>ou somos nós q ficamos em silêncio</div><div>.</div><div>e agora seremos estranhos?</div><div>.</div><div>nossa conversas terminarão</div><div>com:</div><div>.</div><div> <strong>bem sim, e vc?</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1053866730553488787?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-57056475938961418342008-10-31T09:44:00.000-07:002008-10-31T09:51:19.249-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQs3ANg_aaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LQEpB3ONLW4/s1600-h/065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263361066280118690" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQs3ANg_aaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LQEpB3ONLW4/s200/065.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQs3ANg_aaI/AAAAAAAAANQ/LQEpB3ONLW4/s1600-h/065.jpg"></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Sou composto por urgências:<br />minhas alegrias são<strong> intensas;</strong><br />minhas tristezas, absolutas.<br />Me entupo de ausências,<br />me esvazio de excessos.<br />Eu não caibo no estreito,<br /><strong>eu só vivo nos extremos.</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5705647593896141834?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-83465783372106011362008-10-31T03:29:00.000-07:002008-10-31T03:46:38.656-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQrfl2K4vBI/AAAAAAAAANI/491fAPGdhD8/s1600-h/061.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263264955825175570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 205px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 152px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQrfl2K4vBI/AAAAAAAAANI/491fAPGdhD8/s200/061.jpg" border="0" /></a>Não sei o que há <div>as palavras me pesam</div><div>pq são tão incapazes de transmitir </div><div>desejo em pura oração,</div><div>atitude, coragem,</div><div>separação que é também </div><div><strong>evolução</strong></div><div>que tem continuidade...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8346578337210601136?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-2927573971254904962008-10-30T09:52:00.000-07:002008-10-30T09:59:44.356-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQnm2LYyCdI/AAAAAAAAANA/lWLZzFKJuMY/s1600-h/PA040053.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262991458003192274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQnm2LYyCdI/AAAAAAAAANA/lWLZzFKJuMY/s200/PA040053.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>escrevi a nossa, </div><div>ou <strong>a sua história</strong> em </div><div>minha vida na areia...</div><div></div><div>.</div><div>cadê?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-292757397125490496?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-67754724754841784072008-10-29T11:44:00.000-07:002008-10-29T12:19:34.157-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQi0r3vbv3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GBZkYvtQvpo/s1600-h/057.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262654830372700018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 179px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQi0r3vbv3I/AAAAAAAAAMg/GBZkYvtQvpo/s200/057.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQixoh83e3I/AAAAAAAAAMY/el9OAh5bO24/s1600-h/057.jpg"></a><b>Permanentemente mutável</b></div><div align="center">como eu sou e como ajo</div><div align="center"><b>Pacificamente amigável</b></div><div align="center">msm q ñ me note, </div><div align="center">q ñ lembre do meu nome </div><div align="center"><i>indiferença</i></div><div align="center">de onde eu vim</div><div align="center"><b>não existi a razão</b></div><div align="center">e onde me deixou</div><div align="center"><b>não existi a emoção</b></div><div align="center">aprendi a transformar em luz</div><div align="center"><b>o q é escuridão</b></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6775472475484178407?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-68470849734585734622008-10-29T03:11:00.000-07:002008-10-29T03:29:16.401-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQg6fGhs-MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4yDUwFhe4Qw/s1600-h/PA040090.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262520470584752322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQg6fGhs-MI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/4yDUwFhe4Qw/s200/PA040090.JPG" border="0" /></a> .<br /><div>ou você controla seus atos </div><div>ou eles o controlarão, </div><div>não importa o quão delicada </div><div>e frágil seja uma situação, </div><div>.</div><div>.</div><div><strong>sempre existem dois lados</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6847084973458573462?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-89750754269929940672008-10-28T08:05:00.000-07:002008-10-28T08:11:23.251-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQcqemjI3pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RRklj_IlIVM/s1600-h/PA010003.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262221394838085266" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQcqemjI3pI/AAAAAAAAAMI/RRklj_IlIVM/s200/PA010003.JPG" border="0" /></a> </div><div align="right"></div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right">o mundo não pára, </div><div align="right">para que você</div><div align="right">junte seus cacos.</div><div align="right">.</div><div align="right"> .</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8975075426992994067?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-59886920288454129732008-10-27T06:55:00.000-07:002008-10-27T09:16:42.213-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQXogw2MpPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IxWuT6Wl8B8/s1600-h/055.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261867389217973490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQXogw2MpPI/AAAAAAAAAMA/IxWuT6Wl8B8/s200/055.jpg" border="0" /></a>estampei novamente meu sorriso <div>mesmo q costurado...</div><div>não vejo razão pra viver sem ele</div><div>as feridas vão fechar...</div><div></div><div></div><div>.</div><div>e espero q essa cicatriz</div><div>me faça não cometer o mesmo erro</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5988692028845412973?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-70401420131307067952008-10-24T11:01:00.001-07:002008-10-24T11:04:15.313-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQIN3YF6QhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZigbIFJ5iuI/s1600-h/054.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260782559733367314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 175px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQIN3YF6QhI/AAAAAAAAAL4/ZigbIFJ5iuI/s200/054.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right">"A (in)certeza quanto ao que me espera </div><div align="right">na próxima esquina, é o que me faz caminhar."</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7040142013130706795?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-87469499961221863032008-10-24T05:34:00.000-07:002008-10-24T05:37:17.969-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQHBE7JcsxI/AAAAAAAAALw/gm7iAUvF_V0/s1600-h/PA040056.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260698130086408978" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQHBE7JcsxI/AAAAAAAAALw/gm7iAUvF_V0/s200/PA040056.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>eu reclamei qdo me senti vazio,</div><div>mas agora, estou cheio de sofrer...</div><div> </div><div>insisto em qrer saber de vc</div><div> </div><div><strong>o meu erro...</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-8746949996122186303?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-18606884816534496692008-10-23T11:09:00.000-07:002008-10-23T11:26:17.956-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQDBcycv8II/AAAAAAAAALo/Z1Q-1x8adSo/s1600-h/052.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260417065091592322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 125px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SQDBcycv8II/AAAAAAAAALo/Z1Q-1x8adSo/s200/052.jpg" border="0" /></a> faço um trato com o espelho</div><div align="center"><strong>hj não qro sentir DOR</strong></div><div align="center">e sem qrer, na hr do almoço<br /><strong>falo teu nome</strong></div><div align="center">SANTO NOME EM VÃO</div><div align="center">o q me consome?</div><div align="center"><em>fome</em> ou <em>solidão</em></div><div align="center">Não quero nada nessa estrada </div><div align="center">q eu sei aonde vai dar</div><div align="center"><strong>não quero ir, nem voltar</strong></div><div align="center">final de tarde, <em>coração</em> e <em>céu</em></div><div align="center">Fico a espera um um sinal</div><div align="center">espero, espero, espero... e</div><div align="center">a noite vem, ainda sem SONO</div><div align="center"><strong>pq não consigo te esquecer?</strong></div><div align="center">qro minha vida, pra mim, só pra mim</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1860688481653449669?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-2931347098607400272008-10-22T11:52:00.000-07:002008-10-22T11:53:51.954-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP92lloX53I/AAAAAAAAALQ/7Y6KvdGkVtU/s1600-h/051.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260053277920716658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP92lloX53I/AAAAAAAAALQ/7Y6KvdGkVtU/s200/051.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div><div>Será que é errado </div><div>acreditar em uma mentira </div><div>quando ela te ajuda a passar </div><div>adiante pela vida?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-293134709860740027?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-36599890615429393082008-10-22T04:01:00.000-07:002008-10-22T04:26:00.926-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP8IvSOStkI/AAAAAAAAALI/4g-lfmZb7g0/s1600-h/050.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259932498230687298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP8IvSOStkI/AAAAAAAAALI/4g-lfmZb7g0/s200/050.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right">preciso mudar...</div><div align="right">eu qro mudar...</div><div align="right">darei-me a chance de mudar...</div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">então agora, <strong>eu serei apenas eu</strong></div><div align="right">e não quem <em>EU </em>acho q vc gostaria q <em>eu</em> fosse</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3659989061542939308?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-53426332872032230822008-10-21T11:28:00.000-07:002008-10-21T12:13:02.216-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP4nJgVHDWI/AAAAAAAAALA/hEhA3tva5nM/s1600-h/PA020107.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259684459066101090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP4nJgVHDWI/AAAAAAAAALA/hEhA3tva5nM/s200/PA020107.JPG" border="0" /></a> aprender errando...<br />deixar de ser inocente...<br />ficar em silêncio...<br />definir prioridades...<br />tocar meus sonhos...<br />mostrar quem EU sou...<br />me confessar com a lua...<br />viajar além do infinito...<br />julgamento alheio não é importante...<br />cultivar a paz interior...<br /><br /><strong><em>e entender q sou livre, e posso sorrir</em></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-5342633287203223082?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-60989674245487565612008-10-21T03:17:00.000-07:002008-10-21T03:21:40.442-07:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP2svGsXWgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tKNau0isy6I/s1600-h/DSC044321.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259549865089128962" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SP2svGsXWgI/AAAAAAAAAK4/tKNau0isy6I/s200/DSC044321.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"> </div><div align="right">nos transformamos naquilo que praticamos</div><div align="right">a <strong>perfeição</strong>, portanto, não é um ato isolado</div><div align="right">é um HÁBITO</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6098967424548756561?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-2170538471328924302008-10-20T11:07:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:08:20.280-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzI-1xvmsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P8tjhUDZEGc/s1600-h/08+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259299446775061186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzI-1xvmsI/AAAAAAAAAKw/P8tjhUDZEGc/s200/08+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> eigth / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-217053847132892430?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-49584680074026616012008-10-20T11:06:00.002-07:002008-10-20T11:07:28.042-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIyw9pKFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TcpJKhmXU7s/s1600-h/07+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259299239324362834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIyw9pKFI/AAAAAAAAAKo/TcpJKhmXU7s/s200/07+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> seven / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-4958468007402661601?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-79815482960487182172008-10-20T11:06:00.001-07:002008-10-20T11:06:39.070-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIoB0llXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DWM4QC6rwrk/s1600-h/06+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259299054871221618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIoB0llXI/AAAAAAAAAKg/DWM4QC6rwrk/s200/06+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> six / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7981548296048718217?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-67311179997031871022008-10-20T11:02:00.000-07:002008-10-20T11:05:53.122-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIaVcl1NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CCBrEyKAiRU/s1600-h/05+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259298819621115090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPzIaVcl1NI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CCBrEyKAiRU/s200/05+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> five / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6731117999703187102?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-75348080774854596292008-10-13T04:57:00.000-07:002008-10-13T05:03:26.677-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM4vRuzlYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gC8jd0BLL-k/s1600-h/04+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256607574936229250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM4vRuzlYI/AAAAAAAAAHY/gC8jd0BLL-k/s200/04+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> four / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7534808077485459629?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-24047907669643076492008-10-13T04:53:00.000-07:002008-10-13T04:55:00.101-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM26E-WZHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tYCL8JvkUkE/s1600-h/03+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256605561467069554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM26E-WZHI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tYCL8JvkUkE/s200/03+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> three / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2404790766964307649?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-60642866440034512192008-10-13T04:51:00.001-07:002008-10-13T04:51:56.040-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM2SB_nqFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Up-e7n02dDw/s1600-h/02+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256604873472321618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM2SB_nqFI/AAAAAAAAAHI/Up-e7n02dDw/s200/02+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> two / eigth<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6064286644003451219?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-2063296688211680412008-10-13T04:48:00.000-07:002008-10-13T04:50:38.217-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM1xI3M-BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HP3fex0x97Y/s1600-h/01+de+08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256604308380383250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SPM1xI3M-BI/AAAAAAAAAHA/HP3fex0x97Y/s200/01+de+08.jpg" border="0" /></a> one / eigth<br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-206329668821168041?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-28980880791426543552008-10-03T11:04:00.000-07:002008-10-03T11:15:36.617-07:00<div align="right"> </div><div align="right">hj eu não preciso de um <strong>amor,</strong></div><div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOZfOWz_r7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oMDJP2-9m_A/s1600-h/092.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252990715620732850" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOZfOWz_r7I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/oMDJP2-9m_A/s200/092.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="right"> sinceridade inquestionável,</div><div align="right">mentiras perdoáveis, </div><div align="right">medos destrutíveis,</div><div align="right">carícias desconfortáveis,</div><div align="right">insegurança fatídica,</div><div align="right">amizade dolorida,</div><div align="right">silêncio ensurdecedor,</div><div align="right">choro estrangulado,</div><div align="right">sorrisos copiados...</div><div align="right"><strong>hj</strong>, eu não preciso q vc acredite em tudo q eu falo.</div><div align="right"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2898088079142654355?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-34201253059936963842008-10-02T06:07:00.000-07:002008-10-02T06:09:08.554-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOTH0oMFmdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F44dKLycP4I/s1600-h/089.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252542772376082898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOTH0oMFmdI/AAAAAAAAAFI/F44dKLycP4I/s200/089.jpg" border="0" /></a> Eu faço minhas coisas, e você faz as suas.<br /><div align="center">Eu não estou neste mundo para viver as suas expectativas.</div><div align="center">E você não está neste mundo para viver as minhas.</div><div align="center">Você é você, e eu sou eu.</div><div align="center">E, se por acaso, nós nos encontrarmos, será ótimo.</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>Se não, nada se pode fazer</strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3420125305993696384?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-31238020601148380552008-09-30T10:26:00.000-07:002008-09-30T10:29:22.576-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOJhs8WhYEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/17In_rVNnVg/s1600-h/088.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251867540210147394" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SOJhs8WhYEI/AAAAAAAAAFA/17In_rVNnVg/s200/088.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="right">'' as vezes construimos sonhos </div><div align="right">em cimas de grandes pessoas</div><div align="right"><strong>mais o tempo passa</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="right"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="right"> e descobrimos que de grande </div><div align="right">era só os sonhos ''</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3123802060114838055?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-1441984444350337512008-09-26T05:08:00.000-07:002008-09-26T05:19:36.404-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNzR3B9LVcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J35CqaU9TaQ/s1600-h/085.jpg"><span style="font-size:78%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250302008955196866" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" height="163" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNzR3B9LVcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/J35CqaU9TaQ/s200/085.jpg" width="208" border="0" /></span></a><span style="font-size:78%;"> eu vou sentir saudades...</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">o calor da tua voz - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">o gosto da tua pele - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">o brilho do teu perfume - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">o afeto do teu colo - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">a segurança do teu olhar - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">o pulsar do coração - </span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>- viverei de lembranças -</strong></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">e vc?</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">perceberá q meu sorriso mudou sem vc?</span><br /></div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNzQ9-AtY_I/AAAAAAAAAEw/tq1NqF5I1i4/s1600-h/085.jpg"></a><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-144198444435033751?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-70372065551009949672008-09-25T04:02:00.000-07:002008-09-25T04:26:53.267-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNt1JzZcKrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WOWK03qI40Y/s1600-h/083.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249918601906629298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNt1JzZcKrI/AAAAAAAAAEo/WOWK03qI40Y/s200/083.jpg" border="0" /></a>qdo <strong>ela</strong> entrou entre nós...<br /><div align="left">qdo <strong>ela </strong>mudou vc...</div><div align="left">qdo <strong>ela</strong> mostrou quem vc esta vendo...</div><div align="left">qdo <strong>ela </strong>fez vc não olhar mais em meus olhos...</div><div align="left">qdo <strong>ela</strong> te mostrou somente meus defeitos...</div><div align="left">qdo <strong>ela </strong>te fez indiferente...</div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left">é, eu sei qdo</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">a <strong>desconfiança</strong> tem o sono leve...<br /></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7037206555100994967?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-73194806487427653042008-09-24T13:13:00.000-07:002008-09-24T13:18:08.297-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNqgMztOavI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HFZ3awUJYtY/s1600-h/082.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249684457552505586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNqgMztOavI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/HFZ3awUJYtY/s200/082.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Há duas coisas infinitas: </div><div align="center">o<strong> Universo</strong> e a <strong>tolice</strong> dos homens." </div><div align="center"><em>(Albert Einstein)</em><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNqf-79IIpI/AAAAAAAAAEI/4HHez-do46Y/s1600-h/082.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-7319480648742765304?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-10575232915454571582008-09-23T11:24:00.000-07:002008-09-23T11:30:40.313-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNk0cqRqU_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NfMjLhvId5w/s1600-h/226.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249284507666371570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNk0cqRqU_I/AAAAAAAAAEA/NfMjLhvId5w/s200/226.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div>Naquele dia,</div><div>como um outro qualquer,</div><div>eu descobri que estava <strong>morto</strong>...</div><div>Naquele dia,<br />como um outro qualquer,</div><div>eu descobri que estava <strong>perdido</strong>...</div><div>Naquele dia,<br />como um outro qualquer,</div><div>eu descobri que estava <strong>vazio</strong>...</div><div><em>doeu</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-1057523291545457158?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-31589428599050188462008-09-22T09:05:00.000-07:002008-09-22T09:07:55.245-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNfCpRb0pZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4bTputq-6ck/s1600-h/079.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248877905034126738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNfCpRb0pZI/AAAAAAAAAD4/4bTputq-6ck/s200/079.jpg" border="0" /></a> "A vantagem de ter péssima memória </div><div align="center">é divertir-se muitas vezes com as mesmas coisas boas </div><div align="center">como se fosse a primeira vez." </div><div align="center"><em>(Nietzsche)<br /></div></em><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3158942859905018846?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-61201264608569376692008-09-19T11:30:00.000-07:002008-09-19T11:38:25.307-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNPxeSe_ohI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZJTUNvzlXHQ/s1600-h/075.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247803493476966930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNPxeSe_ohI/AAAAAAAAADw/ZJTUNvzlXHQ/s200/075.jpg" border="0" /></a> e te sinto<br />te penso<br />te imagino<br />te desejo<br />te quero<br />me entrego<br />te agradeço<br />te admiro<br />me arrepio<br />te amo<br />me alucino<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-6120126460856937669?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-34378825020242665462008-09-18T13:52:00.001-07:002008-09-18T13:53:20.421-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNK_lwz3xaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z9qnnvyEY9g/s1600-h/072.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247467171318580642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNK_lwz3xaI/AAAAAAAAADo/Z9qnnvyEY9g/s200/072.JPG" border="0" /></a> Todos nós temos sonhos! </div><div align="center">Mas, nem sempre sabemos sonhar...'<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-3437882502024266546?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1543459700773240318.post-29646922798252206302008-09-17T13:53:00.000-07:002008-09-17T14:12:30.681-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNFx_1MoO4I/AAAAAAAAADg/uE7ixGZu9-E/s1600-h/045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247100382289083266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xUByUgghElM/SNFx_1MoO4I/AAAAAAAAADg/uE7ixGZu9-E/s200/045.jpg" border="0" /></a> sei que essa é a parte onde o fim começa. </div><div align="center"><em>não consigo segurar por muito tempo,</em></div><div align="center">pensei que fôssemos mais fortes<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1543459700773240318-2964692279825220630?l=duds1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Eduardo .http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275322121819669460noreply@blogger.com1