tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2330810200647215082011-12-28T19:00:07.608ZGhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233081020064721508.post-84767522497661488432010-04-21T17:53:00.000+01:002010-04-21T19:58:22.946+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/S89KSR4jeZI/AAAAAAAACD8/D5Oq2FzEVlc/s1600/07042010.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/S89KSR4jeZI/AAAAAAAACD8/D5Oq2FzEVlc/s400/07042010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462666550922410386" /></a><br /><p align="justify"></p><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://eu-blogue.blogspot.com/">As ideias comunicam-se. Os amores concretizam-se. As vidas preenchem-se. Conta-me qualquer coisa. Eu fui ao jardim da celeste giroflé giroflá. Eu queria ser ela. Eu sou assim. Eu acredito em deus. Escrevam no antebraço esquerdo. Tapem os olhos. Pintem-se, usem marcadores, inventem. Apenas o eu é constante, junto ao pulso. Fundos amazónicos, fotografias de grupo, nudez, etc. O resto é com vocês.</a></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/233081020064721508-8476752249766148843?l=x-blogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233081020064721508.post-67184795685157109532009-03-02T20:16:00.000Z2009-03-02T20:18:00.087Z<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/Saw-pLv79gI/AAAAAAAAB1c/-pKT7fIDI_w/s1600-h/DSC03493.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/Saw-pLv79gI/AAAAAAAAB1c/-pKT7fIDI_w/s400/DSC03493.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308686938012382722" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><span><span><span><span><a href="http://nao-blogue.blogspot.com/"><span>Não, não e não.</span></a></span></span></span></span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/233081020064721508-6718479568515710953?l=x-blogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233081020064721508.post-27777708710503258862008-06-27T20:41:00.000+01:002008-09-08T11:30:44.368+01:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/SMT-QfkR2AI/AAAAAAAABM4/F8vl3y7nXxQ/s1600-h/NG080417070x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XecVv0XLtCQ/SMT-QfkR2AI/AAAAAAAABM4/F8vl3y7nXxQ/s400/NG080417070x.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243595425471125506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span><span><a href="http://i-blogue.blogspot.com/"><span>Ideas communicate. Love happens. Lives are fulfilled. Tell me something. Anything. I used to be a porn star. I was just here. I got drunk twice yesterday. Write on your left forearm. Cover your eyes. Get painted, use markers, make stuff up. Only the I is constant, by the wrist. The rest is up to you.</span></a></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/233081020064721508-2777770871050325886?l=x-blogue.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02979880111313552521noreply@blogger.com0