tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38887009677117292872024-03-05T16:34:00.132-03:00.......Devaneios CrônicosAntigamente eu achava que escrever era psicografar a alma. Hoje, a alma tornou-se demônio, escraviza meus pensamentos, me faz acordar no meio da noite com palavras empurrando meus olhos, com ganas para sairem.
Essa alma que se aliou ao coração, cheio de amores e dissabores, possui-me! Corrói-me! Perfura-me!
Sangra pelo lápis, alimentando a noite com seus espinhos... E disto, já não tenho salvação!Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-14296249595247242242009-08-14T12:07:00.003-03:002009-08-14T12:27:30.244-03:00Sobre meu Coração [I]<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-511stI408UVLiRsxookXDSrwvaslLSnjinaAIGFMTBmpK0JtGAB-b_8KAXtma4z9P0aSXqHa_FIBY6Xell6Z_ZbnGi26zLk-EKwsWbaOMsbyMxLeN9TlPhwttVF2Xge9tvBRWnNxbb8/s1600-h/broken_hearted.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369840104831236642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-511stI408UVLiRsxookXDSrwvaslLSnjinaAIGFMTBmpK0JtGAB-b_8KAXtma4z9P0aSXqHa_FIBY6Xell6Z_ZbnGi26zLk-EKwsWbaOMsbyMxLeN9TlPhwttVF2Xge9tvBRWnNxbb8/s320/broken_hearted.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"><strong>... e então, conforme o tempo passou, o deixei quieto, em seu pulsar relutante e monótono. Já havia sentido agonias e dores suficientes para simplesmente, desejar parar de bater. Há muito fora pisado e acorrentado... Toda esperança havia se esvaído.<br />E mesmo sem uma gota de perspectiva em seu rubro fluído, mantinha seu ritmo taciturno.<br />Escondeu-se do mundo e de seus seres perniciosos. Mudara de esconderijo muitas vezes. Porém havia algo que sem razão aparente, o fazia correr o risco de se expôr novamente.<br />A cada aparição, mais uma marca, outro espinho... E a revolta de ser diferente, estranho e complicado talvez, o fizera abrigar-se nas sombras definitivamente.<br />Nada o tiraria de lá. De sua cor, já não recordava. Suas canções pranteadas em noites de infinito vazio, jaziam perdidas...</strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"></span></strong> </div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000066;"><em>by: Bárbara Stracke 2006.</em></span></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-56772672923770244662009-08-11T12:12:00.005-03:002009-08-11T12:32:26.448-03:00Sobre Amor e Casamento<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWhM9moYPeqNw_HFRrSoFAwsqpDI2pSPKvGUc0LBLsixMCJj8nwBXa0T6hoQ5WpMERGFtYqbDX7hliCj8LIN1CGZ46xbo-xgqtAza11tznHXUgQLZk6_zK8JklkBfN3TH2xqB8hEi2UY/s1600-h/Death_n_Dream.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368725710764427298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 107px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdWhM9moYPeqNw_HFRrSoFAwsqpDI2pSPKvGUc0LBLsixMCJj8nwBXa0T6hoQ5WpMERGFtYqbDX7hliCj8LIN1CGZ46xbo-xgqtAza11tznHXUgQLZk6_zK8JklkBfN3TH2xqB8hEi2UY/s320/Death_n_Dream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000099;"><strong>é renunciar, abnegar-se e mesmo assim, ter um sorriso no rosto, um olhar bobo e ao mesmo tempo radiante.<br /><br />é ceder, privar-se e conseguir equilibrar os erros e acertos mutuamente.<br /><br />é ser triste e feliz, cada qual em sua hora, em sua beleza, na nossa força e na nossa fraqueza.<br /><br />é deixar a segurança própria para proteger alguém, mesmo que não saiba se e como será protegido.<br /><br />é saber que haverá lágrimas e não temer as que virão por tristeza, desapontamento e saudade.<br /><br />é compreender os momentos de solidão de cada um sem cobranças e inquisições.<br /><br />é ter ciúme sem ser dominado por ele. E respeitar os limites e tolerâncias do outro.<br /><br />é abdicar de paixões sem que seja requerido, provando que o sentimento vai além de meros gostos e desejos.<br /><br />é entender que existem mil motivos para se odiar e deixar para sempre uma pessoa, mas que apenas um motivo, pode ser suficiente para amá-la o resto da vida.<br /><br />é a certeza insana e ébria de que será para toda a vida e além.<br /><br />é perdoar com resignação as falhas e tropeços um do outro, depurando a dor que isso nos traz, pois nada pode ser maior que o amor que sentimos. Nem mesmo erros cometidos no presente e no passado.<br /><br />é uma carta, uma palavra, um olhar! é tocar sua pele através de uma fotografia e sentir o coração estremecer com uma lembrança sua.<br /><br />é estar aqui hoje, <em>[e talvez sem êxito]</em> segurando as lágrimas com o coração à mil por hora, desejando ser e fazer mais por alguém, que mesmo se um dia partir de minha vida, jamais deixarei de amar, por mais que eu negue, por mais que eu recuse à aceitar...<br /><br />E eu acredito nesse amor. Não apenas porque eu sinto isto, mas pq através dele, eu sinto todas as outras coisas.<br /><br />E por isso sei, que já transcendeu o que chamamos de amor. </strong></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong> </div><div> </div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;"></span></strong></div><div><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000099;">By me:<strong> <em><span style="color:#000000;">declarado em 30/Jul/2006 em público, para Diego Munhoz, 7 dias antes do nosso casamento, no mesmo bar em que pedi sua mão, 7 meses antes.</span></em></strong><em><span style="color:#000000;"> </span></em></span></div><div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#000000;"><em>(e ele aceitou...rsrsrs)</em></span></strong></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span></em></strong></div><div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-12219765993798675142009-08-04T12:23:00.002-03:002009-08-04T12:38:38.521-03:00Silent Heresy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1ZIUcPM-4Hm8i7FDk-zmRvsprKYAq9QkXE6eGC5uf-Ovov14mGQLKEgWHMdTGrKSCmPFD4NSe1YA2PgeNwu8-Z4VhO_7uWQosfA2PG42nS2yvjt_EcJ7AvdiN7AVS1wIVBkUYCZiqkY/s1600-h/a_thousand_ways_by_glittercunt.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366131886677643042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 116px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR1ZIUcPM-4Hm8i7FDk-zmRvsprKYAq9QkXE6eGC5uf-Ovov14mGQLKEgWHMdTGrKSCmPFD4NSe1YA2PgeNwu8-Z4VhO_7uWQosfA2PG42nS2yvjt_EcJ7AvdiN7AVS1wIVBkUYCZiqkY/s320/a_thousand_ways_by_glittercunt.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3333ff;"><strong><em>[NADA PROGRAMADO]</em><br /><br />ATITUDES PREVISÍVEIS...<br /><br />* A HERESIA VEM SILENCIOSA*<br /><br />E EU SOU APAIXONADA PELO SILÊNCIO.<br /><br />UMA DELICADA LÂMINA AFIADA.<br /><br />ONDE MEU SORRISO REFLETE<br /><br />CEGANDO AS BESTAS BARULHENTAS.<br /><br />A HERESIA CHEGA CALMA...<br /><br />E EU SIGO EM SUA COMPANHIA.<br /><br />SUTIL SÃO NOSSOS PASSOS<br /><br />SURPREENDENTE AS NOSSAS PRECES<br /><br />INESQUECÍVEIS AS PALAVRAS QUE DIZEMOS,<br /><br />APENAS COM UM OLHAR<br /><br />E UM SORRISO SORRATEIRO.<br /><br />DELIRANTE A PAIXÃO QUE QUEIMA<br /><br />NO SILÊNCIO QUE NOS ENVOLVE...<br /><br /><em>[SHHH...]</em><br /><br />CORTAMOS E FAZEMOS SANGRAR<br /><br />AS CRIANÇAS QUE CHORAM DE NOITE<br /><br />COM MEDO DO ESCURO...<br /><br />COM MEDO DA APARENTE QUIETUDE NOTURNA...<br /><br />INVADIMOS PENSAMENTOS PURITANOS<br /><br />ENLOUQUECENDO A MENTE DAQUELES QUE LOUVAM<br /><br />E SE ESCONDEM ATRÁS DE PALAVRAS AUTOMÁTICAS...<br /><br /><em>[HUSH!]</em><br /><br />IMPURA É A FÉ DE FRASES FEITAS!<br /><br />JÁ O SILÊNCIO,<br />FAZ-SE HERETICAMENTE<br />D.I.V.I.N.Ø<br /><br /><em> [SILENT.HERESY ( I )]</em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"></span></em></strong> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;">By Bárbara Stracke, 26/Sep/2006.</span></em></div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;"></span></em> </div><div><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#3333ff;">Imagem: A Thousand Ways, by <a href="http://deviantart.com/">glittercunt</a></span></em></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-73730659789049662582009-07-28T12:33:00.002-03:002009-07-28T12:54:53.047-03:00Himura Battousai<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh722GRvwAIUPXy5vMJLaBY0-UDhzX8iCJbJikz0MTIl2Q3Lfb8iTVV2SofNgvYc2D9Pm6hH9PpqeUhPnfmzDws1wkP3CuBWLOgCbJP1wV1Yks9uC55EM3cLslxjnx9dDZ0sb0o760hz88/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363535185450795650" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh722GRvwAIUPXy5vMJLaBY0-UDhzX8iCJbJikz0MTIl2Q3Lfb8iTVV2SofNgvYc2D9Pm6hH9PpqeUhPnfmzDws1wkP3CuBWLOgCbJP1wV1Yks9uC55EM3cLslxjnx9dDZ0sb0o760hz88/s320/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>"Olá, a todos, sou eu Watsuki!"</strong></span></em><br /><p><em><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span></em> </p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Quem leu</strong></span><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Samurai_X"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong> Samurai X - Rurouni Kenshin</strong></span></a><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>, já está mais do que familiarizado com as notas do criador </strong></span><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nobuhiro_Watsuki"><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Nobuhiro Watsuki.</strong></span></a></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>São 56 mangás que retratam a história de Kenshin Himura, um samurai que prometeu a si mesmo nunca mais matar. </strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Baseado em muitos personagens reais, inclusive o próprio Battousai, a história tem muita ação e lições boníssimas de honra e dignidade.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Particularmente, eu não dava à mínima para esse mangá, mas não resisti às belíssimas capas e á curiosidade de aprender algumas coisas sobre o Japão, no final do xogunato.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Nem tudo é ficção, mas tudo o que é, instiga nossa sede de chegar ao fim e ver, quem sabe, o japa ruivinho quebrar seu voto e voltar à retalhar...</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Bem... é uma sede sanguinária e minha, claro! huahuaha...</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Super recomendo.</strong></span></p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong></strong></span> </p><p><span style="color:#3366ff;"><strong>Perdoem o post sem gifs e firulas de praxe, mas não consigo mais acessar na empresa quase tudo da net... inclusive meus sites de gifs firulentos. =(</strong></span></p><p><strong><span style="color:#3366ff;">Nem a fonte consigo escolher...#suckz</span></strong></p><p> </p><p> </p>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-1528871441801749682009-07-20T12:31:00.008-03:002009-07-21T12:28:35.439-03:00Rondas Ostenisvas Tobias de Aguiar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4taTTzV-h0E2XnwoQXYPleU54FoNt3ZXhKIsBdK0HlfCKF_S2Pa2LDGGxnI5TnXf4GDJSJeoH5ZvfxRXs6Y7f-147kfS60rwBjxytyq5d18ijEqGWQoVbt-KqnRM3eGpvvDxHyNUzQ_Y/s1600-h/1628651awdlngx91o.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360570793613713970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 80px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4taTTzV-h0E2XnwoQXYPleU54FoNt3ZXhKIsBdK0HlfCKF_S2Pa2LDGGxnI5TnXf4GDJSJeoH5ZvfxRXs6Y7f-147kfS60rwBjxytyq5d18ijEqGWQoVbt-KqnRM3eGpvvDxHyNUzQ_Y/s320/1628651awdlngx91o.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>É com muito orgulho que indico à vcs a produção indepentede de Elias Júnior, baseada no livro <em>"Matar ou Morrer"</em> do deputato capitão <em>Conte Lopes.</em></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Não tem a mesma qualidade de filmagem do Tropa de Elite, mas não deixa a desejar em ação e realismo!<br /></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Uma verdadeira obra-prima nacional, retratanto a realidade de homens que lutam contra a violência, com a dignidade acima de tudo.</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Nunca escondi que sou fã da polícia, mesmo sabendo que existe corrupção em muitas delas. Aliás, hoje em dia, onde não tem?</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Muitos têm medo ou raiva da polícia, bem, eu tenho respeito. Existem erros em todas as profissões, não é a polícia que está fora dessa. </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></p><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Uma polícia confiável, se faz com um governo firme, que apóie seus servidores, fornecendo ferramentas e subsídio para que seu trabalho seja cumprido com êxito, sem recorrer a meios ilícitos.</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>No caso da <em>ROTA</em>, eu gostaria que ainda pudessem agir de forma mais enfática. Pra mim, são o top das polícias... </strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>Sempre foram.</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>ROTA É FEITA DE HERÓIS.</em> </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong></strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong>E certamente, não foi só o filme que fez dizer isto.</strong></span><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.rotacomandoofilme.com.br/">http://www.rotacomandoofilme.com.br/</a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKM9OFrsjpXCVofCOehZXLzb3f_fzOvYQ-_4IGk69nMaymN3LvIgeBy-6eJq9cTMd8UMmSG7yOag_KO5lTNS4kPUI1PewAxLls1KAojiIsi4MMoIdo9Ra7_vFR5GCZPzqLSbFZUOlZY0/s1600-h/BRAS%25C3%2583O+TOBIAS+DE+AGUIAR.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360934324896722850" style="WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFKM9OFrsjpXCVofCOehZXLzb3f_fzOvYQ-_4IGk69nMaymN3LvIgeBy-6eJq9cTMd8UMmSG7yOag_KO5lTNS4kPUI1PewAxLls1KAojiIsi4MMoIdo9Ra7_vFR5GCZPzqLSbFZUOlZY0/s320/BRAS%25C3%2583O+TOBIAS+DE+AGUIAR.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Tirado do blog: </strong><a href="http://rotacomando.blogspot.com/"><strong>http://rotacomando.blogspot.com/</strong></a><strong> :<br /></strong><br /><br /><br />"<br /><br /><br /><em>PARA QUEM NÃO SABE<br />TROPA DE ELITE (O BOPE) FOI TREINADO PELA(</em><a href="http://www.polmil.sp.gov.br/"><em> </em></a><a href="http://www.polmil.sp.gov.br/"><em>R O T A </em></a><em>)</em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em><br /><br /><br /></em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em>RONDAS OSTENSIVAS TOBIAS DE AGUIAR</em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em><br /><br /><br /></em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em>(</em><a href="http://www.contelopes.com.br/1/diario.html"><em>POLÍCIA DE ELITE DO ESTADO DE SÃO PAULO</em></a><em>)</em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em><br /><br /><br /></em><br /><em><br /></em><br /><em>VOCÊ PODE CONFERIR ESTA INFORMAÇÃO, LENDO A REPORTAGEM COMPLETA PUBLICADA PELO JORNAL (DIÁRIO DE S. PAULO) NO SITE DO </em><a href="http://www.contelopes.com.br/1/diario.html"><em>DEPUTADO CAPITÃO CONTE LOPES</em></a><em> </em><br /><br /><br />"<br /><span style="color:#000000;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><strong><em>Bandido bom é bandido morto.</em> Assino embaixo!</strong></span><br /></span><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>E não me venham falar de direitos humanos... ¬¬'<br /><br />[tá... o livro de visitas taí pra vcs me massacrarem. rs...]<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-P0FAtgjyDWuitF3qo-j3sMe5e5J3RZjBtrs1G2hrJCFkGxEdg7YLMz8eO5fc6t8EoL9NG9GpzptlgsFlOQncy7vLeVqiU8nR3Qcwl9CWCstXH-WiLSp5PHmxgDuaZgVtnVPUhAyXIz4/s1600-h/rota.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360566254810884290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 286px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-P0FAtgjyDWuitF3qo-j3sMe5e5J3RZjBtrs1G2hrJCFkGxEdg7YLMz8eO5fc6t8EoL9NG9GpzptlgsFlOQncy7vLeVqiU8nR3Qcwl9CWCstXH-WiLSp5PHmxgDuaZgVtnVPUhAyXIz4/s320/rota.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360572132391994546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 345px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpfUbnnNheuYSJv4x_ucTZcvaGBDtWGBur72NhPog9C5Z91nO0B95LcysNDaH36lOZkHgfOf6nzWLbWrpa_aXjossdmdUl_YlV1IYOu-8bVhzOxY4gm0452y7_6w6vnCQJzjgmENJ4-Q8/s320/184474ozcw0ca5ga.gif" border="0" />Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-62583335633877373772009-07-14T12:45:00.006-03:002009-07-14T12:59:12.136-03:00Reticências...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342912222294194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 49px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiaGKpVEhtBpxoJBigr9uKEEEwv0WXXN-tZVFhUx1xv13z0rLjDFFbxyWlPL5RX1JZCXY4nIkqc3a-TZWLduCtZLYJL3w1r-l51p0_1_mCcu-lZquaIdu0SI63GS5mnHgb8sFwGqmFPAY/s320/barra24.gif" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGqiRSWBZrncQ-oCpg7PwwSn4HlMCxEN9vbVDd6TBo6Le9W19v4jjxhtiVwZtNx153boAQ8IQ4-moM94c5i7eMA8o7mkbup2E57elzq3zRDKZ1Yr1b-iMahQoFJYkEhIiAEwFR_XMUMc/s1600-h/045.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358343143968651314" style="WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 52px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAGqiRSWBZrncQ-oCpg7PwwSn4HlMCxEN9vbVDd6TBo6Le9W19v4jjxhtiVwZtNx153boAQ8IQ4-moM94c5i7eMA8o7mkbup2E57elzq3zRDKZ1Yr1b-iMahQoFJYkEhIiAEwFR_XMUMc/s320/045.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330000;"><em><strong>Para Pricila Perossi.</strong></em></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#330000;"><em>“Se os meus joelhos não doessem mais ...<br />Diante de um bom motivo que me traga fé (que me traga você )...<br />Se por alguns segundos eu observar ...<br />E só observar , a isca e o anzol , a isca e o anzol ...<br />Ainda sim estarei pronta pra comemorar ...<br />Se eu me tornar menos faminta e curiosa , curiosa ...<br />O mar escuro trará o medo lado a lado , lado a lado...<br />Com os corais mais coloridos ...<br />Valeu à pena , valeu à pena , sou pescadora de ilusões ...<br />Se eu ousar catar na superfície de qualquer manhã ...<br />As palavras de um livro sem final , sem final , sem final ...<br />Final ...”<br /></em><br /></span><strong><span style="color:#330000;">Só me resta continuar esperando uma resposta tua ... Sua carta me deixou feliz , tão feliz ao ponto de não conseguir explicar o sentimento que tenho esta noite ... Todas as vezes que te bipei depois dela , não obtive resposta , mas não foi o suficiente para desistir de você ( e você sabe muito bem que eu nunca farei isto )...<br />Até hoje me arrependo daquela carta monstruosa e desumana que te escrevi , foi um erro sem tamanho ... Por mais que você diga que não há o que ser perdoado e , que todos cometem erros , mas podemos passar por cima deles enxergando o verdadeiro sentimento no coração das pessoas ... Só por ter feito você chorar , não consigo me ver livre da culpa , que aconteça o que for , sentirei sempre , pois poderia ter dado uma chance a nós ... E , recusei te virando as costas friamente ...<br />O tempo corre como um rio para o mar ... E todo esse tempo que passou , desperdicei muito amor que poderia dar à você , com noites sólitas de arrependimentos , dúvidas e medo , muito medo ... De nunca mais podermos ser como antes ...<br />Tenho a sua presença todos os dias , carrego comigo palavras que me escreveu ... Eu as releio e sinto serem repetidas dentro de minha cabeça , cada vez mais distantes , mas ainda vivas , cheias da tua luz ...<br />Várias pessoas entram e saem do meu coração , mas poucas têm a pureza e o amor suficientes para ficarem , como você ...<br />As minhas mãos estão geladas e o meu coração acelerado , por isso , não consigo escrever de caneta ... A carta assim fica mais sóbria , pois é assim que me sinto quando penso em você , não consigo explicar ...<br />Escolhi esta noite para te escrever , mas já estava ensaiando isto há tempos , que hoje já estão no mar rindo de minha covardia ...<br />Espero que esta noite você esteja bem e curtindo cada momento dela , pois está um vento frio muito bom lá fora e , esse clima não pode ser desperdiçado ... Nossos momentos preferidos para ficarmos juntas era o frio , lembra-se ?<br />Ainda me lembro do nosso cantinho no banco de concreto , das nossas conversas , lágrimas e risos que aquelas árvores e pássaros testemunharam ... Quem será que te faz companhia lá ? Quem conseguiu tomar o “ meu lugar “ ao teu lado , que demorei a conquistar ? Quem você está fazendo feliz desta vez ? Quem cuida de você ? É , já tenho ciúme de alguém que eu nem sei quem é , me fazendo perder o sono por (mesmo que merecidamente ), me desclassificar , desabando meu sonho de sermos o que éramos ...<br />Não sei o que pensa , mas o que eu penso é verdadeiro , o que eu penso é você ...<br />Você disse para que eu não estranhasse se as coisas forem um pouco diferentes , só espero ter de volta todo seu carinho sincero e uma resposta à esta carta ... E que as coisas que mudaram , não me façam chorar mais ... De qualquer forma , você continuará sendo aquele mesmo anjinho lindo que deu tanto carinho pra mim ...<br /></span></strong><br /><span style="color:#000000;">TE AMO POR SER ESPECIAL ...<br />TE AMO POR SER ESSENCIAL ...<br />TE AMO POR SER PRICILA !!! </span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ccffff;"><span style="color:#000000;">...E</span> <span style="color:#000000;">RETICÊNCIAS ... ...</span> ...<br /></span><br /><br /><strong>By me: 21/Aug/1998.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV_O6omxiTXITn5m_yuWeRgQktdHE7wWSBlVR3vFsKfIFHd6uEn7MgYkiyT0MsF0fEVnUba7CLZT2pCNp0ICR4bP6N-O0JhL1Q_g0vlyENX_zTFYN6Vg5JEx3MdTNqTORPD4PjB4k73s/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs24.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358343145108991090" style="WIDTH: 43px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 36px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDV_O6omxiTXITn5m_yuWeRgQktdHE7wWSBlVR3vFsKfIFHd6uEn7MgYkiyT0MsF0fEVnUba7CLZT2pCNp0ICR4bP6N-O0JhL1Q_g0vlyENX_zTFYN6Vg5JEx3MdTNqTORPD4PjB4k73s/s320/borbomagiagifs24.gif" border="0" /></a></strong><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3C6OcWSzOyDkWwblc1zrDNd1WM7oBnafMna5WNNilNmvUGGeL-B4yurrSHf648hgGotkvsQ0NZvUQbIKlLSnX_4miAuwgJzxRz-Vz1hmLJOQnbhQl3Qko2nl9B3nT5-wK71qUOL5Gc-M/s1600-h/Daisy+Bloody_letter.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358345109373382562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 293px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3C6OcWSzOyDkWwblc1zrDNd1WM7oBnafMna5WNNilNmvUGGeL-B4yurrSHf648hgGotkvsQ0NZvUQbIKlLSnX_4miAuwgJzxRz-Vz1hmLJOQnbhQl3Qko2nl9B3nT5-wK71qUOL5Gc-M/s320/Daisy+Bloody_letter.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnPfYMEFJvVsbR3OT5i_iFh3mJrHSKfdTFDrM8M3lIbDOzePJNHLaPAigwGLWH9HKcaaJ1mxMgrjkV_MsoL8H6CC9xm-ygdtIEa-cisISG0KSQfEf47NDYWKTGIIu4RzdEBxdq9QQNLU/s1600-h/barra001.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358342904032506418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 82px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUnPfYMEFJvVsbR3OT5i_iFh3mJrHSKfdTFDrM8M3lIbDOzePJNHLaPAigwGLWH9HKcaaJ1mxMgrjkV_MsoL8H6CC9xm-ygdtIEa-cisISG0KSQfEf47NDYWKTGIIu4RzdEBxdq9QQNLU/s320/barra001.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-75959308112651660652009-06-17T12:39:00.006-03:002009-06-17T14:26:00.821-03:00Quinta de Fevereiro<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348322126498990114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 362px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihp-uYelMqFjx1bOz4LhKznH1pr15-xgVB5rH39aDWerAUoOJwlA0ASUsBls-xfKqxPE3m6D1n4D36IeVRRNlCACXVA81RV9YjkCajsF8StlZeXLHDrFCydDvBhDPj5DAiWe0aCATuTJc/s320/608289q08o3aylgm.gif" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtgnFeRtUMp9-CPFTRSAsDgpPVvocVPztuf263E2gNyEC53TH7VCuxu9qfJAs39_rmD5LZu3B1UDlx1yCQ0MiQwvQ-qpweXBRP8WfYdvKscMMV1ldNASv_0ovqKAOzLUSADGkT-usD4Q/s1600-h/821001gj3fq1tmfi.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324966787348130" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMtgnFeRtUMp9-CPFTRSAsDgpPVvocVPztuf263E2gNyEC53TH7VCuxu9qfJAs39_rmD5LZu3B1UDlx1yCQ0MiQwvQ-qpweXBRP8WfYdvKscMMV1ldNASv_0ovqKAOzLUSADGkT-usD4Q/s320/821001gj3fq1tmfi.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#336666;">JÁ É MADRUGADA.<br /><br />PEGO O TELEFONE E APENAS OUÇO O RUÍDO DO TEU ESQUECIMENTO.<br /><br />SINTO AS LÁGRIMAS MOLHANDO O TRAVESSEIRO, GOTA APÓS GOTA.<br /><br />A FRONHA MACIA PARECE AGORA UMA MANTA SOBRE PEDRAS.<br /><br />O CHORO SUFOCADO ESTRANGULA A GARGANTA PARA QUE NADA ROMPA O SILÊNCIO DA NOITE.<br /><br />E RECOMEÇO A CAVAR BURACOS PELA MINHA BOCA,<br /><br />ATÉ QUE O GOSTO FERRUGEM-ADOCICADO PREENCHA CADA ESPAÇO<br /><br />ONDE ENGULI SECO PARA ABAFAR O PRANTO.<br /><br />ANTES DO SOL ACORDAR, PROSTO-ME DE PÉ<br /><br />E O SANGUE AMANHECIDO DESPONTA PARA AVISAR QUE MAIS UMA REGRA FOI CUMPRIDA.<br /><br />MEU VENTRE SE CONTORCE EM DORES BRUSCAS E LONGAS, ENRUBRESCENDO O MAIS FINO ALGODÃO.<br /><br />E O RELÓGIO MARCA INCESSANTE, PORÉM LENTAMENTE E, OS MINUTOS SE ARRASTAM 5ª-FEIRA AFORA.<br /><br />COMO DEVERIA SER, MINHAS PUPILAS FLUTUAM EM OLHEIRAS PROFUNDAS,<br /><br />COMO NAVES À DERIVA, PROCURANDO APENAS UM LUGAR LONGE DA TORMENTA.<br /><br />SEM VONTADE, MONTO EM MEU CAVALO E ENTÔO CANÇÕES TRISTES PARA NÃO ADORMECER NA ESTRADA.<br /><br />VEJO AS LUZES DISTORCIDAS E OLHO PARA TRÁS,<br /><br />NOTANDO COMO TUDO ESTÁ EXATAMENTE NO MESMO LUGAR,<br /><br />MAS DO JEITO MAIS ERRADO POSSÍVEL!<br /><br />REPARO COMO TUDO MUDOU E MINHAS RESPOSTA ÀS MESMAS PERGUNTAS<br /><br />ESTÃO TÃO DIFERENTES, AGORA QUE DESCOBRI<br /><br />QUE VC SEMPRE FEZ PARTE DE MIM.<br /><br />E O QUANTO MINHAS NOITES SÃO VAZIAS SEM ESTARMOS JUNTOS.<br /><br />MAS QUANDO VC ESQUECE-SE DE MIM, PARA DAR UM SIMPLES “BOA NOITE”,<br /><br /><strong>[UM PEQUENO LULLABY]<br /></strong><br />ESSAS NOITES SÃO SIMPLESMENTE CRUÉIS E ETERNAS.<br /><br />ENTRETANTO, ASSIM MESMO, ESTAREI AQUI SEMPRE POR VC.<br /><br />ENQUANTO SEU CORAÇÃO BATER E ALÉM.<br /><br />RETORNO À MINHA TEDIOSA ROTINA,<br /><br /><strong>[ESTRESSANTE DIA-A-DIA]<br /></strong><br />CONTANDO OS DIAS PARA PODER TE VER NOVAMENTE,<br /><br />MAS HOJE O DIA SERÁ LONGO<br /><br />E AINDA TEMOS MAIS UMA ALVORADA PELA FRENTE.<br /><br />ESTANDO AQUI,<br /><br />RECORDO DOS POUCOS SONHOS QUE TIVE ESTA NOITE...<br /><br />E DE UMA CANÇÃO QUE OUVI NELE.<br /><br />TENHO VONTADE DE VOLTAR PRA CASA<br /><br />E MERGULHAR NA MINHA CAMA,<br /><br />FUGIR DA REALIDADE, FUGIR DO SOL.<br /><br /><br />E ENQUANTO TRISTEMENTE, NÃO CONSIGO PARAR DE PENSAR EM VC,<br /><br />DEUS ME ESPIA PELA JANELA DOS FUNDOS,<br /><br />QUE SE REFLETE NO TAMPO VÍTREO DA MESA.<br /><br />QUANDO PERCEBO SUA FÚRIA,<br /><br />NÃO TEMO POR, DE REPENTE,<br /><br />ME ENXERGAR SEM VIDA E INERTE,<br /><br />POIS SEM VC NÃO HÁ <strong>[E NÃO HÁ MESMO],</strong><br /><br />MOTIVOS PARA EU CONTINUAR VIVENDO.<br /><br />POR ISSO SIGO AFLITA, SEM SABER SE SEU AMOR IRÁ DURAR,<br /><br />COMO SEI QUE O MEU DURARÁ,<br /><br />POIS ELE SEMPRE EXISTIU E SÓ EXISTO PQ NASCI ATRAVÉS DELE...<br /><br />E NADA MAIS.<br /><br />ENTÃO VEJA O QUANTO EU CAÍ, VEJA COMO CAIREMOS...<br /><br />EM QUEDA LIVRE INFINITA...<br /><br />E QUANDO SUAS ASAS CANSAREM DE BATER,<br /><br />ESTAREI LÁ PARA VOAR POR NÓS DOIS.<br /><br />ENTÃO VEJA COMO RASTEJEI, VEJA O QUANTO ME ARRASTEI...<br /><br />ENTRE UM TELEFONEMA E OUTRO,<br /><br />RECORDO-ME DAQUELE QUE ESPEREI A NOITE INTEIRA<br /><br />E QUE NUNCA ACONTECEU.<br /><br />SERIA VC ME SURPREENDENDO?<br /><br />NÃO.<br /><br />NUNCA É.<br /><br />NÃO SATISFEITA,<br /><br />TORNO À ESCUTAR NOSSA MÚSICA DURANTE TODO O DIA.<br /><br />E ME ASSUSTA SENTIR TODAS AS EMOÇÕES QUE ELA ME PROPORCIONA,<br /><br />COMO SE FOSSE A PRIMEIRA VEZ QUE A ESCUTASSE.<br /><br />NOVAMENTE SURGE-ME A IMAGEM DE UM ANJO<br /><br />MACHUCADO PELA SUA QUEDA... TAL COMO EU MESMA,<br /><br />AMEDRONTADO POR TER ENCONTRADO O MOTIVO QUE O FEZ CAIR<br /><br />E QUE PODE, SEM MAIS NEM MENOS, PERDER PARA SEMPRE!<br /><br />COM SEU CABELO ANTIGO,<br /><br />ESCONDENDO AS BELAS FEIÇÕES DE MÁRMORE BRANCO,<br /><br />FITANDO O CHÃO, NA LONGA ESPERA DA CAMINHADA<br /><br />DE POUCOS PASSOS NA TUA DIREÇÃO...<br /><br />SEM CONHECER, A NOSSA MÚSICA JÁ TOCAVA NAQUELE DIA CINZA,<br /><br />HARMONIZANDO A GAROA FINA QUE GELAVA AINDA MAIS A NOSSA RESPIRAÇÃO.<br /><br />FOI O DIA EM QUE ME ENTREGUEI TOTALMENTE A TI<br /><br />E EM TI DECIDI ME ENCERRAR.<br /><br />ABDIQUEI DE ADORNOS E VALORES IMPORTANTES,<br /><br />PQ PERCEBI QUE SEM VC NADA VALE,<br /><br />NADA TEM SENTIDO E QUE NA VERDADE, EU SERIA UM NADA,<br /><br />SEM RAZÕES PARA CONTINUAR.<br /><br />POR ISSO TE ESCREVO, AMOR MEU, COMO UMA CARTA DE RECORDAÇÕES,<br /><br />PARA QUE EU NÃO SEJA MAIS ESQUECIDA POR TI.<br /><br />POIS TALVEZ VC NÃO SAIBA E PENSE QUE SEU CORAÇÃO<br /><br />AINDA TENHA DÚVIDAS AO MEU RESPEITO.<br /><br />CONTUDO, QUANDO O RECONHECI DENTRO DE SEU PEITO,<br /><br />TODA A CEGUEIRA SE FOI E VI QUE ERA VC O TEMPO TODO!<br />SOMENTE DIZER “EU TE AMO”,<br /><br />NÃO EXPRIME O QUE SINTO COM TODA A INTENSIDADE,<br /><br />MAS JÁ É UM VESTÍGIO DO QUE GOSTARIA QUE VC SENTISSE,TODA VEZ QUE NOS ABRAÇAMOS...</span> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0SPwQs7S6d6aGG4zAum3-viukCL6L4eQYeXvTvSTdSe8lqLKxgGbO9oJOSA9pdUBg7KiS7p3QrhVgMSc5AdsxLBGl3eH0wT_W8qBjXEikanhMPLRlx0TKkUtUFiy7bPlPt_DMquDFME/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs27.gif"></a> </div><div><em>by me: Fev/2006 <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0SPwQs7S6d6aGG4zAum3-viukCL6L4eQYeXvTvSTdSe8lqLKxgGbO9oJOSA9pdUBg7KiS7p3QrhVgMSc5AdsxLBGl3eH0wT_W8qBjXEikanhMPLRlx0TKkUtUFiy7bPlPt_DMquDFME/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs27.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348322288494237682" style="WIDTH: 46px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 37px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_0SPwQs7S6d6aGG4zAum3-viukCL6L4eQYeXvTvSTdSe8lqLKxgGbO9oJOSA9pdUBg7KiS7p3QrhVgMSc5AdsxLBGl3eH0wT_W8qBjXEikanhMPLRlx0TKkUtUFiy7bPlPt_DMquDFME/s320/borbomagiagifs27.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></em><br /></div><br /><div> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1S1XA98Zm5sZg2Rw5ZX4HPcGj0BeReuqT2Xwahly6cDAvEIsd-59mNnSYHbE5Qc2iyglnkan1pIi3M7JoZ1OT9HeAZuHfgY2ZLk42RVzlqp3BUBtpakb4PKAyKt0NSaCXImeplZfUBUQ/s1600-h/broken+offer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348322355885771794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 191px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1S1XA98Zm5sZg2Rw5ZX4HPcGj0BeReuqT2Xwahly6cDAvEIsd-59mNnSYHbE5Qc2iyglnkan1pIi3M7JoZ1OT9HeAZuHfgY2ZLk42RVzlqp3BUBtpakb4PKAyKt0NSaCXImeplZfUBUQ/s320/broken+offer.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_DM86y5ba5HNKoFGXW6zXVZHe4jQB6jZ53E8eAe5aYSX6yELPhkOv6CU1QXKkotHsTIxEt7G1A60kY_zXgoxpYT-0fBHa7Lr1MUybHR4XpwXX8BmC85uhN3WQeESvmCZ_IBjQ9wv5EjE/s1600-h/550452sulha8orwd.gif"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"></p><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ihnou_ac4WQJVeqZvNBEIhV3CLG5nTp9SK1etQt8pNE3Yjv2O96muftHLcORraZfzvjk-lFZtIui1bG_r0AjJyKSsnt6n-toCLrT2WS1HTM52EOzbRA0TEcoDrZrh7n6WwGRQrqlstg/s1600-h/229250skrgjfpbac.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348321973286126434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 55px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7ihnou_ac4WQJVeqZvNBEIhV3CLG5nTp9SK1etQt8pNE3Yjv2O96muftHLcORraZfzvjk-lFZtIui1bG_r0AjJyKSsnt6n-toCLrT2WS1HTM52EOzbRA0TEcoDrZrh7n6WwGRQrqlstg/s320/229250skrgjfpbac.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-83083049263019960972009-05-26T12:13:00.007-03:002009-05-26T12:52:21.595-03:00Questões Existenciais<span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151525546958418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj89_D9Bt1Kk1xCxgccrZHWfTS5xWW8ueOYdTy8JH9ti9c3j7NvxVQL8EopGEzEoCT3YxoCbD-fkfAgQy6OUTPSBcHRpxnbdo86mkldKv_qLxpe2GYBAoXv9iRC-yhaLbLeC8IhPX490Yw/s320/1974453cu51mls807.gif" border="0" />Questões Essenciais, o desabafo de uma filha não-adolescente que queria viver.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZ-tKgfbIXlQPY73wkYUlyNmEAB3IkwKaoho9y0ilME2iZi2PdmbkmWo8_tDPzaHs9XftlrgYO-WwMv319qVt-9WBzvHMil8zerls9lWlUFgrqTAc6ciCXcRyv5g7j0dCofxlGDE3wJ4/s1600-h/MG_Candied_Var61.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151809622891042" style="WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkZ-tKgfbIXlQPY73wkYUlyNmEAB3IkwKaoho9y0ilME2iZi2PdmbkmWo8_tDPzaHs9XftlrgYO-WwMv319qVt-9WBzvHMil8zerls9lWlUFgrqTAc6ciCXcRyv5g7j0dCofxlGDE3wJ4/s320/MG_Candied_Var61.gif" border="0" /></a></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#339999;"><strong>-TRABALHO E SEMPRE TRABALHEI, SOU FORMADA, CONTINUO MEUS ESTUDOS, MINHAS CONTAS, PAGO EM DIA E COM MEU DINHEIRO.<br /><br />[ENTÃO O QUE É SER RESPONSÁVEL???]<br /><br />-PASSO 12 HORAS OU MAIS, CINCO DIAS POR SEMANA, TRABALHANDO.<br /><br />[PQ SAIR DE FDZ É TÃO COMPLICADO?]<br /><br />-SOU UMA PESSOA CIVILIZADA E DURANTE A SEMANA ME COMPORTO FORMALMENTE PERANTE À SOCIEDADE.<br /><br />[QUAL O PROBLEMA EM VIVER DO JEITO QUE QUERO DURANTE MINHAS FOLGAS?]<br /><br />- QDO SAIO, USO SAIAS, DECOTES, ROUPAS JUSTAS, MEIAS-DE-SEDA, FAÇO UM MAKE-UP.WHATEVER...<br /><br />[O QUÊ -IN THE HELL - É USAR ROUPAS FEMININAS?]<br /><br />- SOU EU MESMA ACIMA DE TODAS AS EXPECTATIVAS.<br /><br />[ PORQUÊ RAIOS ISSO É TÃO DIFÍCIL DE SE PODER SER?]<br /><br />EU NÃO DEVO MUDAR O MUNDO, NEM MUDAR POR NINGUÉM. E PQ ME EXIGEM MUDANÇAS?<br /><br />SAIR DE FDZ É DAR TRABALHO? MEUS AMIGOS SÃO MÁ INFLUÊNCIA? [COMO SE EU FOSSE INFLUENCIÁVEL ASSIM].<br /><br />PARA A PAZ GERAL E A FELICIDADE COMUM DA FAMÍLIA, OU MUDO OU MUDO.<br /><br />MESMO QUE ISSO ME EMUDEÇA;<br />MESMO QUE ISSO ME ENTRISTEÇA;<br />MESMO QUE ASSIM EU NÃO SEJA EU MESMA;<br /><br /><br />EU SEI QUE MUITOS GOSTARIAM DE TER COMO FILHO (A) ALGUÉM COMO EU. E MUITAS PESSOAS ALGUÉM COMO MEUS PAIS.<br /><br />ENTRETANTO NÃO SE PODE AGRADAR A TODOS.<br /><br />ÀS VEZES SER UM EMPECILHO, NÃO É TÃO AGRADÁVEL.<br /><br />NOSSAS DIFERENÇAS SE TORNAM UM ESTORVO.<br /><br />ISSO DÁ TRABALHO...<br /><br />FALTA DE RESPEITO, DESEMPREGO, FALTA DE ESTUDO, FALTA DE AMBIÇÃO... ISSO NÃO DÁ TRABALHO?<br /><br />PRIVEM-ME DE MINHA LIBERDADE!<br /><br /><br />POUPEM-ME DA VIDA, AFINAL ELA É BREVE MESMO!<br /><br />CEIFEM-ME A DIVERSÃO, OS PEQUENOS PRAZERES QUE COMPENSAM UMA SEMANA DE ESCRAVIDÃO!<br /><br />TIREM ME O SORRISO DO ROSTO, COLOQUEM-NO EM SUAS CARAS, DURMAM TRANQÜILOS NOS SEUS TRAVESSEIROS.<br /><br />PQ EU POSSO MORRER DORMINDO, MAS NÃO FORA DE CASA.<br /><br />INTERNEM-ME. É UMA GARANTIA DE QUE NÃO VOU ME REBELAR.<br /><br />QUAL O PREÇO DA MINHA LIBERDADE? E DA COMPREENSÃO?<br /><br />FOI MAL. TENTEI SER COMO EU SOU. MAS ISSO CAUSA TRANSTORNOS.<br /><br />PERDÃO. PEQUEI EM QUERER VIVER A MINHA VIDA.<br /><br />É MINHA CULPA. SE EU SOU DIFERENTE E GOSTO DE SER ASSIM.<br /><br />MUDEM MINHAS VESTES;<br /><br />MODIFIQUEM MINHAS ATITUDES;<br /><br />ENTORPEÇAM MINHAS VONTADES E DESEJOS;<br /><br />MAS VCS NUNCA VÃO MUDAR MINHA ESSÊNCIA, MEU CORAÇÃO, MEUS PENSAMENTOS.<br />ISSO É SÓ MEU.<br /><br />E NÃO VOU CASAR! NÃO VoU TER FILHOS! NÃO QUERO NAMORAR! ESTOU BEM ASSIM!<br /><br />SE É FUGA OU NÃO, O QUE IMPORTA? NA HORA EM QUE [RE] APARECER A PESSOA, EU DECIDO. OU NÃO!<br /><br />DESCULPEM SER ESSE TRANSTORNO.<br />[BLACK-DARKEST SHEEP]</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br />By me, algum dia em 2005.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSvQ4Uo2nYjY2AbIReaq4KRX-vWMugtJyVJzVCPjxCvBec1Hf7c6qf7JslxmFB_xEtNYBNJppZRF0JYt6IGLoYxX9tGX25899NZtZJB0mQM0ICrZT7dmlFNXqeO2RvbL7DI4u2dcdMPw/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340154863509846578" style="WIDTH: 59px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 50px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUSvQ4Uo2nYjY2AbIReaq4KRX-vWMugtJyVJzVCPjxCvBec1Hf7c6qf7JslxmFB_xEtNYBNJppZRF0JYt6IGLoYxX9tGX25899NZtZJB0mQM0ICrZT7dmlFNXqeO2RvbL7DI4u2dcdMPw/s320/borbomagiagifs6.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4E5V2t-HYjft7ObYKThPAzglweD8Kz6f_KEvwweilXaeD5SgXjp5gzhoOzPa8wRVOCABv-eJBNZKG4Ynm2bvurLp-_mq7u6kcKX6bFQRsKe6wTE61UuIcYvncKQ8-0rRjd1OtEO3TkY/s1600-h/Brunette_Ice_by_lostgirl.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340152261575606434" style="WIDTH: 208px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA4E5V2t-HYjft7ObYKThPAzglweD8Kz6f_KEvwweilXaeD5SgXjp5gzhoOzPa8wRVOCABv-eJBNZKG4Ynm2bvurLp-_mq7u6kcKX6bFQRsKe6wTE61UuIcYvncKQ8-0rRjd1OtEO3TkY/s320/Brunette_Ice_by_lostgirl.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><em>imagem: Icy - <a href="http://www.lostgirl.deviantart.com/">by: lostgirl</a></em><a href="http://www.lostgirl.deviantart.com/"> </a><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340151521040741490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 65px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3F2sgb8gxASWfhvm4CPXBRQ_kvN9rKUiBfYHIjpxgxCMK2OmivBw-N2Uuo9Ar_k4DtRCgGrBHrCG48cih9E4XGiL2onM3WptRwepNBMd7swc6Wtou0aGzbfZopzuUMK_ehZEJKtfPMc/s320/368594bas3ettip6.jpg" border="0" /> </div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-71513597836726676352009-05-12T12:31:00.007-03:002009-05-13T12:34:51.689-03:00O Verdadeiro Anti-Cristo.<div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334965265969808578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 407px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 48px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjG_dkSuYSVyO83E0S1gKJDd5Ke8xth1rsiY4pMjqWRD1ZEq5zjBH_4jJOhThRGlbkpgNLcDmUOgAYxJIB-09G_MKmQ3uElwu8U46hUPLz1nbYX6tMG5tcbDdwI7affrhF6ZgE3iE53LLI/s320/213022e7ju188chz.jpg" border="0" /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#3366ff;">A minha concepção se transformou ao ler <em>'meu primeiro Saramago':</em> <strong><a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=320173&ID=BD025FB27D9050B0C22300573&PAC_ID=25135">O Evangelho Segundo Jesus Cristo</a>.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCljSFoMSsQl5sYFfaEP4fCmQRIz0gyXi11INjRy5Tv0qsOWzEN4HO0dE0vqHfbGcHm9xBzWlBycikkqMBKuTTWfUVMuyfz5pKwY4EsLunQGBTFxEAuhJFLN5E9dH5lE5J-qjmlO4lak/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334965760475003314" style="WIDTH: 30px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWCljSFoMSsQl5sYFfaEP4fCmQRIz0gyXi11INjRy5Tv0qsOWzEN4HO0dE0vqHfbGcHm9xBzWlBycikkqMBKuTTWfUVMuyfz5pKwY4EsLunQGBTFxEAuhJFLN5E9dH5lE5J-qjmlO4lak/s320/borbomagiagifs6.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></strong><br />Religiões e crenças à parte, eu que nunca fui com a cara do <em>Nazareno,</em> senti uma simpatia e compaixão por ele ao ler este livro, que eu pensei que se me fosse ensinado isto na catequese, eu teria birra das pessoas certas.<br /><br />Sim, pq me parece muito injusto eu não gostar dele e tbm de outras pessoas e coisas.<br /><br />Concluo que Jesus, segundo <strong><a href="http://www.greenpeace.org/raw/image_full/chile/photosvideos/photos/jose-saramago.jpg">José Saramago</a>,</strong> é <strong><em>o verdadeiro anti-cristo.</em></strong> Ele nunca quis essas coisas que passamos hoje, nem aquelas às quais foi submetido.<br /><br />Andar com o<em> Diabo</em> não é tão mal assim, qdo se percebe os propósitos de <em>Deus.</em><br /><br />Antes que alguém aqui venha me pregar qualquer sermão, explico que não estou criticando o que ninguém acredita e tampouco difundindo a minha verdade.<br /><br />Leia quem quiser, concluam o que quiser, apenas não se limitem às crenças. <em>(e claro, não me aborreçam com papos reilgiosos).<br /></em><br />Abram a mente e usufruam de uma história difícil de ler no começo, pois o jeito de escrever de <strong><em>Saramago</em></strong> é bem diferentão, mas que cativa, critica, acidifica e põe o gulliver pra pensar e contestar.<br /><br />Eu não gosto de muitos temas que vão contra ao que acredito, seja na política, religião etc.. Contudo não deixo de ler e aprender novas coisas.<br /><br />Desculpem, preciso dizer certas coisas, não para meus leitores frequentes, mas para uma galera geral, que fala muito, faz pouco, porém adora apontar pro nariz dos outros...<br /><br /><strong><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">E que atirem a primeira pedra... </span></em></strong></span></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#cc0000;"> </span></em></strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV8LTUEcWaShMK4fDFspmFmosr9BNK22-yRYyqMKv00HUxF3qedPDtYk3MvImJi2NXV5ghVWcGgKopW7Y6w4pS8jKW-9QlMusPS1UO0rKS2t7k5rWHc0vrMn1GauuWbAMdQOMgZgE9yw/s1600-h/1062123g2j5i676dg.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335332262315415794" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWV8LTUEcWaShMK4fDFspmFmosr9BNK22-yRYyqMKv00HUxF3qedPDtYk3MvImJi2NXV5ghVWcGgKopW7Y6w4pS8jKW-9QlMusPS1UO0rKS2t7k5rWHc0vrMn1GauuWbAMdQOMgZgE9yw/s320/1062123g2j5i676dg.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div><div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334965849497561890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 324px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AzD1zG4up473tZRX2Hq_9YJGh1IVyhWC_Us8UcPq5cBtD5Qo9d3uCCCxeNBrgPqdZ59oWeMlxveaXFpWuLTIVPdRUaQLlp8tFLf5hSpN6MJkFPyoenHvzENCPgORS1-B8W4AdyKJpi8/s320/imagem.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334965265010451602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2AJ_48MTxEnjhSmJmLVG9tNIOyFwd7LZkOKSd3YwzerR9LLehtU2zoT72wjymZbittv3uY5WIXg7UdkF-ddi-O9cKGMGlBmnLDoEmBY0F2Y_PfHlkJE2NfAnFxdubivqE8a_paB6DIZw/s320/1154233vwjnnz8zai.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-29345857867354339752009-04-28T12:30:00.007-03:002009-05-04T12:55:01.576-03:00Vetor<div align="justify"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYyHOV3NObnaj3Xc32ZOr5mUiDiPoN7vCoBmzZL8FuOUryGpx_ZR26MPHA4Q0uzJu4ZG3NvRhOtK0xE3Tu6nJA6fe9NmIrFuY22mvTmjyMHy6ZiGbs0IrrqHxwSYyyJVU47G0iZfbtDc/s1600-h/546524igwty0phlp.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329773565885181842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifYyHOV3NObnaj3Xc32ZOr5mUiDiPoN7vCoBmzZL8FuOUryGpx_ZR26MPHA4Q0uzJu4ZG3NvRhOtK0xE3Tu6nJA6fe9NmIrFuY22mvTmjyMHy6ZiGbs0IrrqHxwSYyyJVU47G0iZfbtDc/s320/546524igwty0phlp.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnj1r3_zYtlA24ou60rujBJnwYoB1ChLd7DD66dnTaSGTKW57plB1iAThRgGUjQzSUC3OI4T1XvlNIDlW3RlzxSR8iJ2Yf8n7v9-fy69oUfWXokVMehMXLr07jz5gViWTup_t_-eMVl5g/s1600-h/3464981873_a47bff8bbc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329766407983448514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnj1r3_zYtlA24ou60rujBJnwYoB1ChLd7DD66dnTaSGTKW57plB1iAThRgGUjQzSUC3OI4T1XvlNIDlW3RlzxSR8iJ2Yf8n7v9-fy69oUfWXokVMehMXLr07jz5gViWTup_t_-eMVl5g/s320/3464981873_a47bff8bbc.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#66cccc;">Feito pelo meu amigo virtual de fotolog,</span></strong></div><div align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"><a href="http://fotolog.com/eurritmia">Eurritmia</a>, assim do nada, de surpresa.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;">Claro que ele já falou maldade do que eu estava bebendo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvipo3d8QLRnBmhe9xOKOr-fjsb8LfDKDhWyr2hpS0yMKtrQ7kcUjDeSf5GpvLP1a-zgKxnhJyyrANF8V7omVqDO22nZX4qANyWx6AJ07N1JYdd22kfjpmJnAmP0ElD60Co6BydGBBE0/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs20.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329768094036755090" style="WIDTH: 41px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOvipo3d8QLRnBmhe9xOKOr-fjsb8LfDKDhWyr2hpS0yMKtrQ7kcUjDeSf5GpvLP1a-zgKxnhJyyrANF8V7omVqDO22nZX4qANyWx6AJ07N1JYdd22kfjpmJnAmP0ElD60Co6BydGBBE0/s320/borbomagiagifs20.gif" border="0" /></a></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;">Mas garanto que era suco e que nem encostei a boca... *nojinho* huaauhuahahu</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;">Quem quiser ver a postagem original, está no <a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/eurritimia/3464981873/">Flickr </a>dele.</span></strong><br /><p><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#66cccc;">Me sentindo rainha, pois no mesmo dia, ganhei uma caricatura de outro amigo, mas este, é assunto para outro post. =D</span></strong></p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVsz4GEHCXsmuoNtGnzm-hiVm0KZNXxnijtvGPVGQL-qtZjhk5-g9Dk-PrMHb1JeDk9Of_jchFkxWzJXL9JRPuaIb2mE-HTugsZ6pUg0hymVXDCdR-xXMK86MhaPwQ9r-DbiKPZrxJaE/s1600-h/MG_Candied_Mini2.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329769402419323794" style="WIDTH: 25px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTVsz4GEHCXsmuoNtGnzm-hiVm0KZNXxnijtvGPVGQL-qtZjhk5-g9Dk-PrMHb1JeDk9Of_jchFkxWzJXL9JRPuaIb2mE-HTugsZ6pUg0hymVXDCdR-xXMK86MhaPwQ9r-DbiKPZrxJaE/s320/MG_Candied_Mini2.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><div><div><div><div><br /><div><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329772252467667330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 428px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfNK6HtxYGHUc5nXsvL-Oy7UCtO4X1iyVid-epGJ2XNVklqCc6JBZNckI5Cl_W0euUGAnvFL4om88KPmb7AkoPVZMi_RVE7pFEVFmPjcXNuYPO1W2mUl-9vwBjxu9pNhRjii1Bkn8xz2g/s320/988834hh9o6vxkbm.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-51743203599860664892009-04-22T12:44:00.007-03:002009-04-27T12:43:29.396-03:00Prêmio!!!<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oHVNB4oSDgrdORa_Yix-PCThp37LElsG629BlFXnpdNQr-s9zdW0mc-aQ8HWNtkZt5dLTdvOFxP28F0NI7npG-di2NAgQ673Lcmc5tqV_z3vy1IHkY8hEi0RXBkIq6qXwLFQfj1oG5Q/s1600-h/276300yo017o9prt.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327548482096609954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 373px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 23px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_oHVNB4oSDgrdORa_Yix-PCThp37LElsG629BlFXnpdNQr-s9zdW0mc-aQ8HWNtkZt5dLTdvOFxP28F0NI7npG-di2NAgQ673Lcmc5tqV_z3vy1IHkY8hEi0RXBkIq6qXwLFQfj1oG5Q/s320/276300yo017o9prt.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7O7_tdnrThbcWwAViP7piWh5XyMA4EyQ5lqGTK9sCQd-5gPTNLjLz33wep7dGiEvG27fOK8aTFTm3-Nr0-K0iNlfZB1kJzolSheaRvmsjU6QekIqOFlZrnXCRrfLYxPhZG4rZNaaT1R0/s1600-h/selo.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329395791157872354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 196px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7O7_tdnrThbcWwAViP7piWh5XyMA4EyQ5lqGTK9sCQd-5gPTNLjLz33wep7dGiEvG27fOK8aTFTm3-Nr0-K0iNlfZB1kJzolSheaRvmsjU6QekIqOFlZrnXCRrfLYxPhZG4rZNaaT1R0/s320/selo.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /></p><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#99ffff;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">Ganhei do </span><a href="http://valdemireis.blogspot.com/"><span style="color:#660000;">Valdemir Reis</span></a><span style="color:#660000;"> o selo-prêmio:</span> <span style="color:#000000;">"ESTE BLOG PROMOVE AMIZADE. INVESTE NA INFORMAÇÃO.”<br /></span><span style="color:#660000;">O qual vou usar para premiar tbm 10 amigos blogueiros merecedores!<br />Infelizmente a imagem do selo criado por ele está em .PNG, o que me impossibilita de copiar e colar aqui. Então criei um... pq não?<br />Aos amigos e amigas de blogs e de além, que fazem deste espaço um local de aprendizado e companheirismo!<br />Mil beijoz!!!<br /></span></strong></span><br />Eis os meus premiados: <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9NTCjddB0_GaVKkCF2_oCHnl8q5Vsx4sIQqE301fzm-YTErFGusTzn6wArU3HM8q_SLdNJzuEAsuhe4Ih-DDEHYokWQzp3xXk_wEsJlQhnSKuo7vFtQ2oPA7joK7x6Tevihki5i3Ej4/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs19.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327546169246846930" style="WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 36px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo9NTCjddB0_GaVKkCF2_oCHnl8q5Vsx4sIQqE301fzm-YTErFGusTzn6wArU3HM8q_SLdNJzuEAsuhe4Ih-DDEHYokWQzp3xXk_wEsJlQhnSKuo7vFtQ2oPA7joK7x6Tevihki5i3Ej4/s320/borbomagiagifs19.gif" border="0" /></a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><br />1- Chicão <a href="http://amarula.wordpress.com/">http://amarula.wordpress.com/</a><br />2- Tyelle <a href="http://tyelledesign.blogspot.com/">http://tyelledesign.blogspot.com/</a><br />3- Vani <a href="http://stuffvani.blogspot.com/">http://stuffvani.blogspot.com/</a><br />4- Nasci <a href="http://fanzineria.blogspot.com/">http://fanzineria.blogspot.com/</a><br />5- Ruth <a href="http://brechomaravilha.blogspot.com/">http://brechomaravilha.blogspot.com/</a><br />6- Bel <a href="http://belcrivelli.blogspot.com/">http://belcrivelli.blogspot.com/</a><br />7- Biba <a href="http://lollypoplemondrops.blogspot.com/">http://lollypoplemondrops.blogspot.com/</a><br />8- Érika <a href="http://erikarsregginato.blogspot.com/">http://erikarsregginato.blogspot.com/</a><br />9- Mamis <a href="http://cucuruchosdehelado.blogspot.com/">http://cucuruchosdehelado.blogspot.com/</a><br />10- Blog para Flavia <a href="http://flaviavivendoemcoma.blogspot.com/">http://flaviavivendoemcoma.blogspot.com/</a></div><div align="left"></div><div align="left">E as regras:</div><div align="left"></div><div align="left"><em><span style="color:#99ffff;"><strong><span style="color:#660000;">:1. Exiba a imagem do prémio. 2. Poste o link do blog que o premiou. 3. Publique as regras. 4. Indique dez blogs para receberem. 5. Avise os indicados...<br /><br />Parabéns pra vcs e para mim tbm! ^^</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LeBBvy_HV9Cg19S1ny4Fm8O3V4PgQTSsmgxY-zvW2NZefYdaBK0_MHwI8IWGX95BczH0xQLEMK9PYxxnoYW5gDs2ezU4anYWr-wKQ4Jv1arTfnDOV2ryFvUsz-h7xc3-DybF_t8mAv8/s1600-h/MG_Candied_Acess6.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327546098498912834" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 23px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8LeBBvy_HV9Cg19S1ny4Fm8O3V4PgQTSsmgxY-zvW2NZefYdaBK0_MHwI8IWGX95BczH0xQLEMK9PYxxnoYW5gDs2ezU4anYWr-wKQ4Jv1arTfnDOV2ryFvUsz-h7xc3-DybF_t8mAv8/s320/MG_Candied_Acess6.gif" border="0" /></a></strong></span></em><br /><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327548490554220178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 75px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5g4tWVk2Hy-Aj9OfwNN_-Fcuz-KHHrqNnLiNWv0ol37Pgdui_-FbrqzIqdOFaaYBzM0O1h75-9AkeDlyHnbOeUq6zieQEbX9ZlCUtF6Xg0N3MhkjptKT7QkcOeR_PmcQM3S5yRu-Qkl8/s320/691020qoecc64kgz.gif" border="0" />Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-28586808197227676612009-04-13T12:37:00.008-03:002009-04-14T12:28:36.019-03:00The 7 Spiritual Laws of Success<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dMWqRARV78RkJqIeeqJgjMaTbohG6D2h_0j59rgwfbbWFRf28msuHkI1zW7JC6RdH3sfrLt8hwYKH6CjcVJlyDgvF3Mr2q06Ybh3ykPkh1nqGdoZHq6XP8ZddbI5-I8a8kW-4GGDnR8/s1600-h/1247634ugjywbxzzj.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324205793636279090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 391px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 91px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4dMWqRARV78RkJqIeeqJgjMaTbohG6D2h_0j59rgwfbbWFRf28msuHkI1zW7JC6RdH3sfrLt8hwYKH6CjcVJlyDgvF3Mr2q06Ybh3ykPkh1nqGdoZHq6XP8ZddbI5-I8a8kW-4GGDnR8/s320/1247634ugjywbxzzj.gif" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX1hqNPhBnGmBBL5_St72iVJwjxdCdDByoyPp9CrzFmKsLzT1NTI9cnCnc3oagLuJ2DQAo2j_bKWnr0AHaKso7udtfdCWOo8M2Hey3IH6ZMkzuLbCtQLZrZo9vfk6tYNKNBQ_hTPymzI/s1600-h/7.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324201851226431010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHX1hqNPhBnGmBBL5_St72iVJwjxdCdDByoyPp9CrzFmKsLzT1NTI9cnCnc3oagLuJ2DQAo2j_bKWnr0AHaKso7udtfdCWOo8M2Hey3IH6ZMkzuLbCtQLZrZo9vfk6tYNKNBQ_hTPymzI/s320/7.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahlJiq0yWYXAa10ba-QqMpYyoDHqKdbwejpDFR25ek_DKcAawuSwP4zRUyYnH3Q1Yl2gMugVQ6oqfFILcchTAbI3Jb5_YN62OFnsPAduTrMfaH2EUFjRunw8sqJZtwPmphtajQ0Au3IA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs21.gif"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahlJiq0yWYXAa10ba-QqMpYyoDHqKdbwejpDFR25ek_DKcAawuSwP4zRUyYnH3Q1Yl2gMugVQ6oqfFILcchTAbI3Jb5_YN62OFnsPAduTrMfaH2EUFjRunw8sqJZtwPmphtajQ0Au3IA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs21.gif"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Bem, amigos... lá vou eu novamente nos clichês de auto-ajuda. </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Mas vejam bem, sempre que leio uma dessas coisas, é por pura falta de livros ao meu alcance... porém, em casos como este, por pura sorte!</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Se eu postasse aqui tudo o que leio, seria melhor fazer um blog só de livros lidos... Eu posto o que acho relevante e aconselhável.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.livrariacultura.com.br/scripts/cultura/resenha/resenha.asp?nitem=63896&sid=18929517811414445112693946&k5=1EEA898C&uid="><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">As 7 Leis Espirituais do Sucesso</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"> de </span><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/Deepak_Chopra"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Deepak Chopra</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">, me surpreendeu em ser a raiz do tal </span><a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=2631634&ID=BD025FB27D9040E0C172D1089&PAC_ID=25135"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">"segredo".</span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"> </span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahlJiq0yWYXAa10ba-QqMpYyoDHqKdbwejpDFR25ek_DKcAawuSwP4zRUyYnH3Q1Yl2gMugVQ6oqfFILcchTAbI3Jb5_YN62OFnsPAduTrMfaH2EUFjRunw8sqJZtwPmphtajQ0Au3IA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs21.gif"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324203680302130242" style="WIDTH: 33px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhahlJiq0yWYXAa10ba-QqMpYyoDHqKdbwejpDFR25ek_DKcAawuSwP4zRUyYnH3Q1Yl2gMugVQ6oqfFILcchTAbI3Jb5_YN62OFnsPAduTrMfaH2EUFjRunw8sqJZtwPmphtajQ0Au3IA/s320/borbomagiagifs21.gif" border="0" /></span></a></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Claro que existe alguma ligação religiosa, é variada, admito, entretanto não te obriga à escolher ou até mesmo a crer em alguma coisa. Não é doutrina ou sermão, o que acho ótimo.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">O bacana mesmo é ver que minha teoria sobre o caráter tem fundamento. Ao ler este livrinho tão fino e tão profundo, já moldei umas atitudes minhas que me atrapalham no dia-a-dia. É um exercício constante e que me vale à pena.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;">Tem até o endereço do autor para troca de experiências, formação de grupos, enfim... Legal é absorver o que interessa e que pode ajudar à fazer nossas vidas melhores.</span></div><div align="justify"> </div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEi2hvQ1j_ZIcd796zLEF-3qmhwOBfZgAl3mKSDVNMuw6b0CBZoal6hFOgM_cucvwEoZ_fR_Z8tN-KPlRG63qctwuZjKb7EPTSVS5ql__nwxexhvnKpqCYY9rQCD6nkumLs61AYLgQNCg/s1600-h/MG_Candied_Acess15.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324203680876480002" style="WIDTH: 35px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEi2hvQ1j_ZIcd796zLEF-3qmhwOBfZgAl3mKSDVNMuw6b0CBZoal6hFOgM_cucvwEoZ_fR_Z8tN-KPlRG63qctwuZjKb7EPTSVS5ql__nwxexhvnKpqCYY9rQCD6nkumLs61AYLgQNCg/s320/MG_Candied_Acess15.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div align="justify"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324206656844980610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 270px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 33px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUzKRQtg58py3pMcBLxon53CdCYtOIKXke9FkfLiN4hY7-0XGzoOWSlwJlqk76NhSEwcf9udmTb2Vazvkd8Idtxrn_XEH6fiA-SJfOrQ2nQBTrsx4UEVKcTFP6-PGTBCV-KD32pD_yVZ4/s320/679756vtql6ozj6a.gif" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-10242241830163920612009-04-06T12:34:00.009-03:002009-04-07T12:50:53.658-03:00The Servant<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321967094925200034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 324px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 54px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuFoL1Tv26apTqm2UP-MuGAw_rZklyhcbPSsBvctx2kDRpstvvADmxYD12UQlybxO39By-yyqmJA5p7r2gzi3qh3xGr2sdx8lCUtBkZ2JOJOMRLftXZBnUAVoDwSL1y4flwvKWQS8Jo3Q/s320/699992sy4vdymk9b.gif" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitlfHK4bBcg09HI23BQleAerp4Rwx01yNf-99NGoYPyW-y7To9Nlu58g-XeiClHkheJ0yzzQZCNUmmyycWxc1pY2znQJMmgCeuIPIyZDSlmZz9lxQFYhanUgYPApBuW2jpReVetA6XIsY/s1600-h/1205099zhwi7s2bb3.gif"></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321604825473159906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEvgsISCnd9b60G_YxPO7EYEFMiJvHdC3LdDPGC1DKcQP3RlApiQz5bjYZFpWi8ykbCmuTdSmd0BbJwjGNUz-nXaX2LNdIcPFzyq0Q31120moboJbaYeqekZphKds19AF7JAkzuimBcsg/s320/livro.JPG" border="0" /> <div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>Por mais um acidente da vida, este livro caiu nas minhas mãos, com muita relutância, pois os temas deste tipo não me apetecem.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>Mas como aprender nunca é demais, li!</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>Engraçado perceber como nosso caráter pode ser constantemente moldado, usando a essência como base fixa, mas os aprendizados como adicionais...</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>A diferença entre poder e autoridade define a verdadeira liderança.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>E o que vejo por onde passo é que estamos cheios de pessoas poderosas por aí... mas nenhum líder de verdade.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>Super indico, </strong></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTcba1snpS-7KVbSIEZCgivxQHkLnLVxQ4N1iPvd1eWeaU25aup_iPD35xEzddz93BiTy9WFDViYPzIJ-9byqEaaC5JdL5atRyHonxZjX6sfyRsejoas6DvQylRVU1Uwbz_iZtpSRuKs/s1600-h/1009303oxn0odg6r4.gif"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321972793699958386" style="WIDTH: 25px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 14px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRTcba1snpS-7KVbSIEZCgivxQHkLnLVxQ4N1iPvd1eWeaU25aup_iPD35xEzddz93BiTy9WFDViYPzIJ-9byqEaaC5JdL5atRyHonxZjX6sfyRsejoas6DvQylRVU1Uwbz_iZtpSRuKs/s320/1009303oxn0odg6r4.gif" border="0" /></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>mesmo para quem não é monge ou executivo. Até para quem não trabalha. </strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong>É uma história bem gostosa de acompanhar, onde é possível se identificar com todos os personagens.</strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><a href="http://www.livrariasaraiva.com.br/produto/produto.dll/detalhe?pro_id=149181&ID=BD025FB27D904070C29170611&PAC_ID=25135"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321605881323620018" style="WIDTH: 37px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 31px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCoWTSCn-ySz2oAfNQ0F32lvaqFS3Q1VBc5vxapQmDOUx6dH5wNgB9mlNQ5Uaz8CK5WqopGCBNt-xRa0UOfQ0eMGG1CsCgYQlkWFUcUcL9QQpcV5y_l4mvVCnkmdxHl8VbxtrJ-my-N4/s320/borbomagiagifs22.gif" border="0" /><span style="color:#333333;">O Monge e o Executivo (The Servant).</span></strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><strong> By: </strong></span><a href="http://pt.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Servant"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333333;"><strong>James C. Hunter.</strong></span></a></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#009900;"><strong><em> NINGUÉM É LÍDER SEM SERVIR.<br /></em></strong></span><br /><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhwzm7-s8HwZypnCfFKnZ3yzqB_OTirFQ0rAoucNr-CfO8BWVww_6u9_pJeMATkCP528mxbGLGdMI3BtFg7h8x36bXghLyscCk6YWvIzDp2CVTnTtpT9AqPNTFDxizUcPyVWWHWP1e5Q/s1600-h/1147480t6phl13g44.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321607773186420930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 368px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 21px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQhwzm7-s8HwZypnCfFKnZ3yzqB_OTirFQ0rAoucNr-CfO8BWVww_6u9_pJeMATkCP528mxbGLGdMI3BtFg7h8x36bXghLyscCk6YWvIzDp2CVTnTtpT9AqPNTFDxizUcPyVWWHWP1e5Q/s320/1147480t6phl13g44.gif" border="0" /></a> </div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-77376889300649697712009-04-01T12:37:00.012-03:002009-04-24T12:41:43.765-03:00Sin Respuesta<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5opISl_2MDjeTFAYLPyQjLR024lsr2RPJzLmDh_KXaiiIKF7Gs3bKhLItrxaY0JQWVePb_CpTkL5mGXZW-wROqjTgDxl24pt6x4KkV9MIYTwbx_hEKaZERISDsxa73d57tQ-SPCAsxcc/s1600-h/1221697g30lfm7tib.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319753871140219298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 366px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5opISl_2MDjeTFAYLPyQjLR024lsr2RPJzLmDh_KXaiiIKF7Gs3bKhLItrxaY0JQWVePb_CpTkL5mGXZW-wROqjTgDxl24pt6x4KkV9MIYTwbx_hEKaZERISDsxa73d57tQ-SPCAsxcc/s320/1221697g30lfm7tib.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLrKMCm6cVVmDeX3ecNCXc-SEcIwHGGl2roJ3Hj0K5OXWkF_Qn3v9IOaHnYCATuaTC-bXkLEhjJ_5FkEptRvmfLqHb5mKtiQONshbsZeEHLfKDe5fd6Ym-Uzou4WBqgfiCpmTQDTvb-c/s1600-h/Italy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319749793908331922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFLrKMCm6cVVmDeX3ecNCXc-SEcIwHGGl2roJ3Hj0K5OXWkF_Qn3v9IOaHnYCATuaTC-bXkLEhjJ_5FkEptRvmfLqHb5mKtiQONshbsZeEHLfKDe5fd6Ym-Uzou4WBqgfiCpmTQDTvb-c/s320/Italy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="justify"><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#330033;"><strong>YOUR SILENCE</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;">Such pain inside me... My heart cries, my life fades, love aches...<br />... There´s no enough tears to describe this suffering ...<br />... I feel lonely... I am bleeding on my own darkness ...<br />... I am seeking for my <strong>Angel,</strong> but I only have found silence...<br />... Silent shadows through my dreams ...<br />... My lost dreams... As an old song you miss ...<br />... My vacant eyes are sinking in deep sorrow...<br />... My gothic heart is broken in million bloody pieces ...<br />... Nothing could save me from myself ...<br />... No hope...No light...No life ...<br />... Everything is withering...Is freezing...Is hurting me so ...<br />... Who really cares if I am swallowing thorns every time I try to hide my tears...?<br />... Who really cares if I am dancing a tragic song with my heart in flames...?<br />... Who really cares if my lips are dried and cold...?<br /><em>( Aún que mis ojos solo miren el cielo, no veo más nada que tu rostro...Y te lloro lagrimas de sangre en el vacío de mis noches)...</em><br /><strong><em>... Empty is the night without him ...<br />... Love is empty apart from you ...<br />... Even the death is empty while you don´t answer me ... ... EMPTY ...<br /></em></strong><span style="color:#000000;">... Emptiness is loneliness...And loneliness is cleanliness...And cleanliness is godliness...And God is empty just like me...</span></span></div><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><span style="color:#000000;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DkOEBpD9ccd203FYXS1MgPpJBx9Hz-wttgdXujM6qGyVpF4XFeCuclQ_LpfiDsQamHGkHxHU2Xkfs8ORM2qu49YV0gekv62Mtr1SXxHtiUSvVqjvZkn8wzGCSDO18A1DfGALbRlZH_8/s1600-h/809757bf0rwcljoj.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324947979640282178" style="WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8DkOEBpD9ccd203FYXS1MgPpJBx9Hz-wttgdXujM6qGyVpF4XFeCuclQ_LpfiDsQamHGkHxHU2Xkfs8ORM2qu49YV0gekv62Mtr1SXxHtiUSvVqjvZkn8wzGCSDO18A1DfGALbRlZH_8/s320/809757bf0rwcljoj.gif" border="0" /></a></span></span></p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span></div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#003300;"><span style="color:#000000;"></span></span><br /><br /><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#660000;"><em><strong>by: Lonely Veilchenvich Sorrow Dec- 2003<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQhv2f_VHU1SvzZGBczeHcIRFjxyo077994mq_jfhyphenhyphenRVSvKyBmAkVQC4a5pvHn3V4RV6hpjx_lkrmuUivVaRDoKu9010QOXqmppoefNGrOmJNW4AjX_d-xPPL0FvGQv4v6lv7X0dT6TA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319750467129975074" style="WIDTH: 35px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 29px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIQhv2f_VHU1SvzZGBczeHcIRFjxyo077994mq_jfhyphenhyphenRVSvKyBmAkVQC4a5pvHn3V4RV6hpjx_lkrmuUivVaRDoKu9010QOXqmppoefNGrOmJNW4AjX_d-xPPL0FvGQv4v6lv7X0dT6TA/s320/borbomagiagifs12.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></em></span></p><br /><p></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319752614657428418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 58px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4_Bfs_SJVVb7h8zgaRlpInj8xfVqL8XZRBhaau5zFDBtihrrX8LhyfGpmopaOauP8Mk66NPymkq-PdqwDXDnT7TZjsmYRWnMuDqcsvYmyRV686kCMhgS1GDBDvtikZQd6xkl87sQXJjs/s320/1527863i9b8mwxouu.jpg" border="0" />Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-48309554170986399362009-03-31T12:33:00.010-03:002009-04-01T12:27:46.343-03:00Declamação Noturna<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319379871809100066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 45px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtnjh7mCt3jLEBxIYoQ5jtJzX5ozLsnvF0shpmdodw6W8N1bLPIjQsHV3V054uzUfAmtGkmccqx8V6GEvw2SSN3wbfE2lkK24UFfF9VQxyp7lETI01CMJihXe_O_tDnCh6gXcqNJPpVL0/s320/684900e22c429em2.gif" border="0" /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyduJjl0rsRGGhxkFZdONNtQqMg_UQ7xCiJ0TTYgKGY5Z6X8x9h1JrHtO2WyhoPxJPllOLIHGqn4d_nFN9EpPdCSOWHHtv6-fXMErL2cDBunfAyQG1X67_0xAKGlImNTzbGXg64Zn8Wo/s1600-h/Carla_Angel_of_death.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319377634798833282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvyduJjl0rsRGGhxkFZdONNtQqMg_UQ7xCiJ0TTYgKGY5Z6X8x9h1JrHtO2WyhoPxJPllOLIHGqn4d_nFN9EpPdCSOWHHtv6-fXMErL2cDBunfAyQG1X67_0xAKGlImNTzbGXg64Zn8Wo/s320/Carla_Angel_of_death.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div align="center"></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;"></span></strong></span> </div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><strong><span style="color:#000000;">Nightly Poetry______________________________________</span><br /><br />THOUGH THAT I PASS ALL MY LIFE WAITING FOR YOU,<br />WITH MY UNTOUCHABLE BODY, HEART AND SOUL,<br />IT WOULD BE WORTH.<br />BECAUSE I HAD WOULD LIVING FOR A TRUE AND FAITHFUL LOVE,<br />I HAD WOULD LIVING FOR YOU.<br />AND ONLY THIS IS ENOUGH TO ME, TO DIE, EVEN THOUGH ALONE...<br />AND DESPITE THAT, STILL LOVING YOU UNCONDITIONALLY…<br /></div></strong><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fI2H9bCRU7IjRS3yHolDGkFqiJMYVLU3nebpUfzQWXS_40QeECQgb09aQrvq_zJzyms-ZZjo1ksCE13t-m9K-s9fhC-jTNb5nSTViA2qCjqyJ4jwxl6A1OTEQ6mkJ1NFtyV5CVWakLY/s1600-h/128637xl0rv3jxks.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319383107086271522" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0fI2H9bCRU7IjRS3yHolDGkFqiJMYVLU3nebpUfzQWXS_40QeECQgb09aQrvq_zJzyms-ZZjo1ksCE13t-m9K-s9fhC-jTNb5nSTViA2qCjqyJ4jwxl6A1OTEQ6mkJ1NFtyV5CVWakLY/s320/128637xl0rv3jxks.gif" border="0" /></a></p></span><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#33cc00;"><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">By: Lonely Veilchenvich Sorrow <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsOWGFBahPaS3gafSeBLADiF_94CeKsvdYRVGgf1wCKLvws272ufYByZdU3uAybQbSml96EOY8uV0S0QMxY3KU8Y5XeaQjz_i1GE5totL-ctFjmeQmbvag4bSw3L-tSCoS2eSsT66o7M/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs1.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319378329129161298" style="WIDTH: 58px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFsOWGFBahPaS3gafSeBLADiF_94CeKsvdYRVGgf1wCKLvws272ufYByZdU3uAybQbSml96EOY8uV0S0QMxY3KU8Y5XeaQjz_i1GE5totL-ctFjmeQmbvag4bSw3L-tSCoS2eSsT66o7M/s320/borbomagiagifs1.gif" border="0" /></a> nov- 2003</span></em><br /></span></div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319381069411784882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHa49671ln6Pr4UpBRqKp9U4UrQvsadnP3CA-bX6Q1MIsaxkRqdnEDIAELc1fW4M7NIO9MsjGtRW_bevMGKYBQsTW-l0-OogpQcOun2ZQvG0UvnbCbGAh2AdI4U8ApDyU5j9A5Xa85p_o/s320/629858kpbo1ipkth.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-49160531851626957362009-03-25T12:24:00.010-03:002009-03-30T12:31:42.736-03:00Toda Mulher Gosta...<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317152801635324274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 22px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUb7Y_Uqm9n4l23qr_Z4rvfu41pjKoLUEO894zxTsqqsVbjzHK7GVsH8qlwnhIqLMncHkeN3vPixGKoX3ofbkFRN4TBD69BtAejniT0Na3ZBTpwnFAnMQV9RNMUvyXZE3su21xYtTAR-0/s320/477322tk4rb6rawj.gif" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317148336525875682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQZEuz2on2NWc2zXiwil0FaHGD89qfvXVxoipIRK3ZfjOqqzDbmYpLgOdydpSESiEbGFRn0lnr38fm3l_i-npXNrRe1FfVUdvjHwAVx5AOXQ-nGonOXsQKNkIjWZr9uJKuIrTAVajtsvg/s320/Amelia.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="right">A querida <a href="http://scriptusest.blogspot.com/">Tita Coelho </a>me deu esta tarefa para compartilhar com 7 blogueiras bacanas...</div><br /><div align="right">Claro que serve pra todo mundo ler e comentar, mas vou restringir o 'meme' só às gatas, ok?!</div><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xBgtl4L-mtf2M61SZjmDfcpv1n5DRWHM3s5Rs6X4qkbB7GsNH9BelbrMvvHcqqy7LJV7fv6lQwiUti42HNcM00YJISEMvpUJPh5PQQ2Yh9atd7KI8GFZAFZMP7HHzf9ew7JDuxvFqhw/s1600-h/Selo_-_Toda_Mulher_gosta_selo_grazy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317147812372886370" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_xBgtl4L-mtf2M61SZjmDfcpv1n5DRWHM3s5Rs6X4qkbB7GsNH9BelbrMvvHcqqy7LJV7fv6lQwiUti42HNcM00YJISEMvpUJPh5PQQ2Yh9atd7KI8GFZAFZMP7HHzf9ew7JDuxvFqhw/s320/Selo_-_Toda_Mulher_gosta_selo_grazy.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><br /><div align="right">Se bem que acho difícil ficar revelando aqui essas coisas.... mas vale pela brincadeira e quem sabe, agrego coisas para minha paranóia feminina de beleza? rsrsrs</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="right">Hey, ho! Eis como funciona:</div><br /><div align="right"></div><br /><div align="left"><br />-escrever 7 segredinhos de beleza seus, <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149390059088450" style="WIDTH: 55px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 35px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s320/borbomagiagifs3.gif" border="0" /></a><br />-convidar 7 parceiros(as) de blogs amigos para responder; <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149390059088450" style="WIDTH: 46px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 32px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s320/borbomagiagifs3.gif" border="0" /></a><br />-comentar no blog de quem nos convidou; <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149390059088450" style="WIDTH: 52px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 42px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s320/borbomagiagifs3.gif" border="0" /></a><br />-comentar no blog dos nossos(as) convidados(as), para que saibam da”convocação”; <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs3.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317149390059088450" style="WIDTH: 44px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 44px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2SX_xRnz8MS4OCcTN7E5_Lwp-9ofV-Ad_ukWDn1KmYQVsYrMd1XYIt2WMMQJ9kom_OUifPkukyNUYBu2_Au8UxCxL-fcNy5ZAHiZiQbmpl04BJvBZ8ntQOPMUXO1auAMUiT0FBuH56PA/s320/borbomagiagifs3.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div align="left">-linkar o blog que te convidou, no seu blog (no post em que voce responder as perguntinhas) e mencionar as regras.</div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Então vamos aos meus 7 segredos:</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="justify">1- Não uso produtos da Seda em meus cabelos, pois possuem características alisadoras que com o tempo, enfraquecem e ressecam o cabelo. (dica da Soho)</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">2- Sempre pinto o cabelo de tonalidades diferentes.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">3- Só faço a sobrancelha com pinça, cera quente não.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">4- Só depilo a axila com cera quente.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">5- O mínimo de make up que uso, se não posso caprichar é um rímel preto.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">6- Vivo de dieta. Pelo menos tento...</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="justify">7- Caminho todos dias, ou quase.</div><br /><div align="justify"></div><br /><div align="center">Minhas convidadas são:</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="left"><a href="http://lollypoplemondrops.blogspot.com/">http://lollypoplemondrops.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://tyelledesign.blogspot.com/">http://tyelledesign.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://indiegrrrl.blogspot.com/">http://indiegrrrl.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://gatoca.blogspot.com/">http://gatoca.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://brechomaravilha.blogspot.com/">http://brechomaravilha.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br /><a href="http://stuffvani.blogspot.com/">http://stuffvani.blogspot.com/</a><br /><br />http://belcrivelli.blogspot.com/</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><div align="right">Espero que gostem!!!</div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvghd9jXfD6J4xl5i58ZNCasCnoXSbG03GjEBKnzCInWaCRE6zdl0shF_1CvxWV4XAtWid0Jm26KDs0IbogODpOiEpwtWMBUrZhosV5qBHBPpQNTkWgMNebGuIiVL2SlIa7Z3qnMPQAME/s1600-h/440661fd1i5ezs05.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317154069105965618" style="WIDTH: 42px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 16px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvghd9jXfD6J4xl5i58ZNCasCnoXSbG03GjEBKnzCInWaCRE6zdl0shF_1CvxWV4XAtWid0Jm26KDs0IbogODpOiEpwtWMBUrZhosV5qBHBPpQNTkWgMNebGuIiVL2SlIa7Z3qnMPQAME/s320/440661fd1i5ezs05.gif" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOTdzLodUZVwJm-QqkYph6kxGbKf95LkBO-fRXJ2K24KMTPCZXixnqRpEB8D23R7-RhcDc2OtyjNd8f9JtkrZCY3cenmd6Sz9dDycpMwEAknOtZgogBzES6IjoD_Uxy7RHrJraaZbInE/s1600-h/909935t2qtku99z7.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317150872121398274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 30px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrOTdzLodUZVwJm-QqkYph6kxGbKf95LkBO-fRXJ2K24KMTPCZXixnqRpEB8D23R7-RhcDc2OtyjNd8f9JtkrZCY3cenmd6Sz9dDycpMwEAknOtZgogBzES6IjoD_Uxy7RHrJraaZbInE/s320/909935t2qtku99z7.gif" border="0" /></a> </div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-16383509396784816872009-03-23T12:35:00.009-03:002009-03-23T13:07:54.983-03:00Piratas do Tietê<div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316413219097106146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 327px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-R0-18SmEgoiNX48y9u_0RP09tt8-9wL_57hqh2oB7IRXdoI9dSS6KBUFjMhwdyZbqmrnS3uSpDitg2Qo3rEErKil2zztcJsEfXet7FoMHUs3nu_BVumx5pt03QlHb2ZcCqc-1sx6_NM/s320/450731z7yosie5st.gif" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316409698891945634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 269px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXwzXcyvpCeAd7FgxOTKzQb_2dyGswPapvFBE9c1IjUMo5i_UPq104AGwySYn0a8p82hoYaizsOemN0mBGWPrVqNOkuwh91yTrUDh4H2MT_SZb0jZkMmU-Z2qReuoS9oJ6h6jlrm7pqcY/s320/piratas.JPG" border="0" /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:arial;">Cuidado!!! Piratas à vista!!!</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Este mês li, finalmente o número um dos Piratas do Tietê, "A escória em quadrinhos".</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Já havia lido o dois, como já postei por aqui. </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Ganhei este do mesmo amigo que me deu o número 2...</span></strong> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzswASeiNkKBcmtE3s16gg7OwOXa-mgTcPKs1h4biXBlkcgaR4plGx7-34VvUf5i1i01nPZsTdZRTxf5tURtJ5eryj9MY5-MX_CFKNXedsITtRTHyBDx7AjlQ7uDaaeOsLgkKcqjEoRH4/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs23.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316410347914860242" style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzswASeiNkKBcmtE3s16gg7OwOXa-mgTcPKs1h4biXBlkcgaR4plGx7-34VvUf5i1i01nPZsTdZRTxf5tURtJ5eryj9MY5-MX_CFKNXedsITtRTHyBDx7AjlQ7uDaaeOsLgkKcqjEoRH4/s320/borbomagiagifs23.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Mas como foi em ordem diferente, por isso li 'de trás pra frente'. rsrsrs</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Não nego que o número 2 é mais engraçado, porém neste, </span></strong><a href="http://www.laerte.com.br/"><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Laerte </span></strong></a><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">não deixa ninguém frustrado.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">É muito bacana... Adoro essas loucuras de piratas...hahaha....</span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#cc0000;">Uma pequna amostra: <em>clique para ampliar</em></span></strong><em>.</em><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1-o7rCDPEsrWThotpthpf-2NOP675LjkaztIJO7aMhthyUdFHP6JHa_Yc61ExSWkc1AF9nN2uAMeltfKEx9cfFzXF2wVspOCUJS152qz7HjmH6pvZ0BnHNLEpbzg-xCqaYikqesyuIc/s1600-h/pira0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316409610305500306" style="WIDTH: 489px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 108px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjV1-o7rCDPEsrWThotpthpf-2NOP675LjkaztIJO7aMhthyUdFHP6JHa_Yc61ExSWkc1AF9nN2uAMeltfKEx9cfFzXF2wVspOCUJS152qz7HjmH6pvZ0BnHNLEpbzg-xCqaYikqesyuIc/s320/pira0.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"><strong>Recomendado para momentos de diversão violenta. hehehe</strong></span><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s1600-h/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411606408159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 268px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 27px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s320/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s1600-h/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411606408159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 29px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s320/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s1600-h/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316411606408159026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 158px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 28px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7S221jldKgLIk7Ql8ThyUD5EuVjUrYoHfLB0qhrMiW8codYHP4vwbHNv41JshyphenhyphenrGaMmR4Fk40MHhAPabVxC9swt-WII_e6LF4HjPZGJEWX8Xh7K0d_59bkW4czivkvGTKcKHDgQ5tLAU/s320/1207906t5ef8adzuh.gif" border="0" /></a> </div><br /></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-18629825109282358702009-03-19T13:00:00.009-03:002009-03-20T13:00:25.860-03:00Coletânea Scriptus I<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315298129460061538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 409px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 46px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI-41m-R0ZWXoWc6dOSZZYyRi7RMQ0V3RgyXBtBVWJjDYhAk2FgRTx1dPxqB8XhTUIyq-Fdj1UNmJHCNZ6DDb-MoEyaMGDZIqwiEUhyphenhypheneL54VIBXfucplOXR_7xY6k9qCnvEBAOgET4VN8/s320/718983w2rewki6zk.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="right"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315293699270114370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbL0exIBVku4DE9Rcyp_nESh0IeleMIEt3WcNYQOiQHfUo4RFdfGxuqAgRQy0ZWC907P967tYpifvl9ztsyPgYB2Nl5HxeazSvcsqBvgsRAsp-m-M4fFymPNcPfpH-i-rLWxfbbIbTnOE/s320/capa_isbn_web.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Uhuuuuuuuu, galera!<br /><br /> Logo recebo em casa meus exemplares da coletânea em que publiquei alguns contos!!!<br /><br /> A </strong></span><a href="http://blog.editoranovitas.com.br/2009/03/perfil-barbara-stracke.html"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong>Editora Novitas</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#006600;"><strong> colocou um link com meu perfil e mini-biografia, para quem quiser ver/comentar... e Tbm de outros autores.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqz4LjTgaMVm_STXWgpJlFU1vHUnJMWMHykvbQFJxH49TmplD75p9Ws7OMRLXikfRHcXHtwZXuHs4csbTnuE39VtuR6S2SMseu7lgxvZmPdd_wyDrFA1nA_9aDG_8fm52prOi8AOQvHI/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs11.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315295541874807522" style="WIDTH: 98px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 73px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLqz4LjTgaMVm_STXWgpJlFU1vHUnJMWMHykvbQFJxH49TmplD75p9Ws7OMRLXikfRHcXHtwZXuHs4csbTnuE39VtuR6S2SMseu7lgxvZmPdd_wyDrFA1nA_9aDG_8fm52prOi8AOQvHI/s320/borbomagiagifs11.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> Quem puder e ou quiser, passa lá e comenta!!! Estou super contente e espero mesmo que o resultado seja positivo!<br /><br /> A experiência está sensacional... Só posso agradecer ao pessoal que acredita em mim... e pedir para que continuem sem tomar remédios para a cabeça... rsrsrsrs<br /><br />E tbm aos editores, que me convidaram com toda cara e coragem para participar deste projeto super bacana!<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCGU_agC3gAqsGvH7U7twLAv6wmjK-hbobYEMQt7AQBwdSlF0kw7e6hsGRpLdeIj8KRsisIeYMQsvuv6Hy8YotYAkoNHunyz9ccXoybftE3qxidbV2ux0Wz5Cy60SFWFemA6gLejmSU/s1600-h/570018w02xr7isn0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299628260398738" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCGU_agC3gAqsGvH7U7twLAv6wmjK-hbobYEMQt7AQBwdSlF0kw7e6hsGRpLdeIj8KRsisIeYMQsvuv6Hy8YotYAkoNHunyz9ccXoybftE3qxidbV2ux0Wz5Cy60SFWFemA6gLejmSU/s320/570018w02xr7isn0.gif" border="0" /></a> Nah! Tô feliz! ^_^<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCGU_agC3gAqsGvH7U7twLAv6wmjK-hbobYEMQt7AQBwdSlF0kw7e6hsGRpLdeIj8KRsisIeYMQsvuv6Hy8YotYAkoNHunyz9ccXoybftE3qxidbV2ux0Wz5Cy60SFWFemA6gLejmSU/s1600-h/570018w02xr7isn0.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315299628260398738" style="WIDTH: 90px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 90px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFXCGU_agC3gAqsGvH7U7twLAv6wmjK-hbobYEMQt7AQBwdSlF0kw7e6hsGRpLdeIj8KRsisIeYMQsvuv6Hy8YotYAkoNHunyz9ccXoybftE3qxidbV2ux0Wz5Cy60SFWFemA6gLejmSU/s320/570018w02xr7isn0.gif" border="0" /></a></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSz1jf7n25m57fg4D_phUNaS1r3zGHjk3TiJBL1D-d2VhJLiGtRnirIDCm38gWXWbIw950bzStBmD4PKwAzMt0psUjnMI4lmevWjHWK0h9Tpyuj1S4MzM0yYF4T66_IR3wM6G1Cm2pUik/s1600-h/959266sk2bnp02of.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315296739467813266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 51px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSz1jf7n25m57fg4D_phUNaS1r3zGHjk3TiJBL1D-d2VhJLiGtRnirIDCm38gWXWbIw950bzStBmD4PKwAzMt0psUjnMI4lmevWjHWK0h9Tpyuj1S4MzM0yYF4T66_IR3wM6G1Cm2pUik/s320/959266sk2bnp02of.png" border="0" /></a><br /></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-12198166290902000842009-03-17T12:47:00.008-03:002009-03-18T12:50:07.583-03:00Ariane<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314189014125519730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 76px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wqNLZuP8663FE_3WI7PUD3DRFaeinfgyNVSE8QhQ3i-gqZxSP9h7Bwh463pddK90MupR5mvefEQq384qEL1xz21GLzE9y9-BgXJ991ZQwKUfB0M6fJvg6_9j9BXWrww9zffTb4GWoKs/s320/658954ehiebgl1vq.gif" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314186496668659362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 127px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm7_1jx-eoRMf2Nz63LJwb3dHDsTx5WwjlOqMkQbT2wH3oN6beEIj0jzdFixM77kDU1iWLE5cbYRBWx5675QB1H74ueq3vZ4vWeI9AXHDhfjwXewQQQaxswRytm-Uwywy0S11gaL8nStk/s320/Ariane.JPG" border="0" /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>O mais recente livro de <a href="http://cpezza.com/">Célio Pezza, </a>um autor brasileiro, que retrata espiritualidade, ecologia e situações cotidianas, em palavras simples, histórias gostosas e rápidas de ler.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Ganhei meu exemplar diretamente das mãos dele, com autógrafo e tudo, numa visita que fez à São Paulo.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>E justamente no dia em que eu pensei não ter mais nada interessante para ler e, que teria que passar na livraria!</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Bem, nas primeiras páginas meus olhos já lacrimejaram, pela forma que ele retratou um dos seres mais antigos e pacíficos do mundo: <em>A ÁRVORE.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdQb0ApjhMCC8WpDTde2Z0C9NnMU9LdKQnAzMVD5N6ES6VcjzuNna-9zLyLiu21r_DvEMrLSOeDvwzzrt1XIlwCTazBCDniEKzEUKsi00qlQFj0JNgwRzFhOUHKqRlShiDU5zA_xhX7o/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs28.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314187238939553954" style="WIDTH: 56px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 40px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxdQb0ApjhMCC8WpDTde2Z0C9NnMU9LdKQnAzMVD5N6ES6VcjzuNna-9zLyLiu21r_DvEMrLSOeDvwzzrt1XIlwCTazBCDniEKzEUKsi00qlQFj0JNgwRzFhOUHKqRlShiDU5zA_xhX7o/s320/borbomagiagifs28.gif" border="0" /></a></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Não imaginava que existiam pessoas que como eu, tivessem esse amor pela vida vegetal. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Se de tudo que foi lido, as pessoas absorverem pelo menos o respeito para com esses 'entes' tão especiais, toda obra terá valido muito à pena.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Meu carinho com as árvores só aumentou, para meu desespero, pois vejo cada vez menos delas por aí. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>É uma história de amor cósmico, muito criativa e talvez, nada impossível. </strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000000;"><strong>Recomendo... pois as árvores são as melhores contadoras de histórias!!! </strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Arial;">Confesso: eu abraço árvores! =)</span></strong></div><br /><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1iO83W9KhkjKFvD96Ud2_FBuCUf9J6bKMtWH-LV48x6rUAKpsfy9Iq9WPyNp8M5u0OVSsM3koPztg8Ifp30-mCYs8OxlrfpDtRt-okbeYnEb_9S6Q01Fxg6aQKAt__XFa3ez-ZD0Vmk/s1600-h/658361k18uesgdai.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314552449941703090" style="WIDTH: 142px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 234px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik1iO83W9KhkjKFvD96Ud2_FBuCUf9J6bKMtWH-LV48x6rUAKpsfy9Iq9WPyNp8M5u0OVSsM3koPztg8Ifp30-mCYs8OxlrfpDtRt-okbeYnEb_9S6Q01Fxg6aQKAt__XFa3ez-ZD0Vmk/s320/658361k18uesgdai.gif" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314550666516944978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 376px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 63px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfq3WiQBuHQxxVLExwCsuGFWuXrfsfGrdIJQjIzBpC2JWu1rAEeQGrYP4na7DVlRiOCqdq1l63cmNsT-HNtb7vChdAhcrOLAd5MBH6xJkxH38gCAU1RXkrSY_63YWYvPMg-q9Iau6KPfk/s320/1457745k8p286od3g.gif" border="0" />Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-91330884135497265972009-03-16T12:29:00.009-03:002009-03-17T12:30:49.338-03:00Off Road<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ56TQ_HuYLJpcCAq0CTAqGWl9IA8dFZLPtA3w3MkktqejeH8Y4aIw_9g5u0fAchEiAot2PABGXlQq344YKp5HW4JqamM2E-__pjgTP5mtOLZeGa0JcC8raEylt28oKWENC_369RiNl0/s1600-h/1122889uis5gpr73p.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313815030080057954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 17px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKJ56TQ_HuYLJpcCAq0CTAqGWl9IA8dFZLPtA3w3MkktqejeH8Y4aIw_9g5u0fAchEiAot2PABGXlQq344YKp5HW4JqamM2E-__pjgTP5mtOLZeGa0JcC8raEylt28oKWENC_369RiNl0/s320/1122889uis5gpr73p.gif" border="0" /></a> <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313811826778180802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 188px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 284px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaYaiv4caRv-FzBvZZ_6u5UATXudmS0gDzKxpCTlV9eINf5QXTOjuWj_NgLgkEJF7j4O2Xy9LKF5cBVVJKcIJkQ3krHlrN99PXJZBm_J7YV0SqqE0xm6v0eoxQfP6B0MNMyJzLx_XFa4/s320/6a00d8341bfc7553ef00e54f478e158833-640wi.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#333300;">Então que li este comic book importado tbm, na última semana.<br /><br />A história de 3 rapazes comuns, que decidem viver a vida fora da estrada.<br /><br />Cada um com seus traumas e histórias pessoais, juntos numa aventura que começou muito sem querer.<br /><br />Dá um certo desespero de tanta confusão que eles se metem, mas é bem divertido</span>. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZ1bsSG_hqDtVHRoiETaVOAkGnvcbLlcZRLrs84AAVqIErEocHdKJbcbDYC03uQy2-MUY23-x4oc-0RJXFudeh7Wurd1AWnjd7pp_2zXdOK8B1ylQRpZSJHCvK9tVrxhV9GCKRvEwma8/s1600-h/501295x4kzhv5xfg.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314179064532446690" style="WIDTH: 47px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZ1bsSG_hqDtVHRoiETaVOAkGnvcbLlcZRLrs84AAVqIErEocHdKJbcbDYC03uQy2-MUY23-x4oc-0RJXFudeh7Wurd1AWnjd7pp_2zXdOK8B1ylQRpZSJHCvK9tVrxhV9GCKRvEwma8/s320/501295x4kzhv5xfg.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#333300;">No final, a foto dos personagens reais e mais tirinhas de </span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sean_Murphy_(artist)"><span style="color:#333300;"><strong>Sean Murphy</strong></span></a><span style="color:#333300;"><strong>,</strong> que não foram aceitas na sua época de escola.<br /><br />P&B, papel tipo jornal, magnificamente desenhada... </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#333300;">Uma boa viagem num certo jipe amarelo...</span> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdXivKlkGQxXlCYnaJeFJTPz4VPV_Lli4MQ8vNJM4RMLsvBpz4Y3qR88qR1U16dr6yjTCddbTbSBW4jWwwBtj8WxiM2VbDr2YBI_oxMjNV1LsId28sgrTR1TLNYf3BdthoU0w_bYSYQ8/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs29.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313812646263593826" style="WIDTH: 33px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 28px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdXivKlkGQxXlCYnaJeFJTPz4VPV_Lli4MQ8vNJM4RMLsvBpz4Y3qR88qR1U16dr6yjTCddbTbSBW4jWwwBtj8WxiM2VbDr2YBI_oxMjNV1LsId28sgrTR1TLNYf3BdthoU0w_bYSYQ8/s320/borbomagiagifs29.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313814085220095970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 393px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 20px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjW5_JYzpOWl50NEFBakY1vMHBN7FGTWFdePYCvqbTLoZQGJIawljvdaun3lyQ7EgWbgv6_8Tqj7rAYjV-UOiGGg4PhQtV61EanxNej5VSHBXxh3pg6NOZE4w4o_DI_8O07gSYvKD_afJA/s320/619380a8c7yo5al4.gif" border="0" /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXdXivKlkGQxXlCYnaJeFJTPz4VPV_Lli4MQ8vNJM4RMLsvBpz4Y3qR88qR1U16dr6yjTCddbTbSBW4jWwwBtj8WxiM2VbDr2YBI_oxMjNV1LsId28sgrTR1TLNYf3BdthoU0w_bYSYQ8/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs29.gif"></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-26283570539084453122009-03-11T12:45:00.007-03:002009-03-13T13:11:06.777-03:00Dracula<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UY_z5cxkXUOlVLlryWx-52EqlgDgrgsORdfI5IhJhrj3qJi7RZXIEcdkcYNf2JzLeJG12uhv0qDnJiJ2iZ8lGLkfxb55RyBHAw_vsdpa0bARBmbBdy_aAxS1mNhFRi9kML1FcQur9ZY/s1600-h/882724bk6psgnrkm.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312699900879071810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 377px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5UY_z5cxkXUOlVLlryWx-52EqlgDgrgsORdfI5IhJhrj3qJi7RZXIEcdkcYNf2JzLeJG12uhv0qDnJiJ2iZ8lGLkfxb55RyBHAw_vsdpa0bARBmbBdy_aAxS1mNhFRi9kML1FcQur9ZY/s320/882724bk6psgnrkm.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnOwwqlcAFxonji7g5Q5CmU7OqGdt3m2Llv4n34MxPZMHrIpe1F425HzlHp6U2HJ92Lu2ULNMCJ9vCjqBcxu2U6JQrx183pOPJcwO5PFgvvXI5spIMMOzVnzFRL27_ivLwPQ2fmMPfoM/s1600-h/51BPR-ZGvUL__SS500_.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311959999357587010" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVnOwwqlcAFxonji7g5Q5CmU7OqGdt3m2Llv4n34MxPZMHrIpe1F425HzlHp6U2HJ92Lu2ULNMCJ9vCjqBcxu2U6JQrx183pOPJcwO5PFgvvXI5spIMMOzVnzFRL27_ivLwPQ2fmMPfoM/s320/51BPR-ZGvUL__SS500_.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><a href="http://diegomunhoz.blogspot.com/2008/10/arte-digital-ben-caldwell.html"></a></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><p><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Caldwell"></a></p><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Após a saga postada anteriormente, fui ler a adaptção para comic book de Drácula, by </strong></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bram_Stoker"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Bram Stoker</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Com </strong></span><a href="http://diegomunhoz.blogspot.com/2008/10/arte-digital-ben-caldwell.html"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>ilustrações</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong> de </strong></span><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ben_Caldwell"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Ben Caldwell</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>, um dos desenhistas mais apreciados do meu marindinho, pensei que não ía gostar.</strong></span></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Confesso que me envolvo mais com o texto do que com a arte, mas me surpreendi. Só acho que ele não deveria ter um traço tão infantil. </strong></span></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>Mas é justamente isso que faz ele ter tantos fãs.</strong></span></p><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><p><span style="font-family:arial;color:#666600;"><strong>É um resumo coerente, pois li o livro e posso dizer tbm que é bem fiel.</strong></span></p><p align="right"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdRi4wnJVpjjd-jdIT30e7zTEuUw5bi-Vh84BJiw62QGWtR7Z1N4dSOZWWzrw_PEqoJ-Se8RNcTyybXHYeSUjaz4W2pOrxL8yTCzphLBD9Iim4jNLN6WT6cnXeCSx1f-aidpgyhLhbhs/s1600-h/549952px1kmho4sn.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312704515978431346" style="WIDTH: 165px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCdRi4wnJVpjjd-jdIT30e7zTEuUw5bi-Vh84BJiw62QGWtR7Z1N4dSOZWWzrw_PEqoJ-Se8RNcTyybXHYeSUjaz4W2pOrxL8yTCzphLBD9Iim4jNLN6WT6cnXeCSx1f-aidpgyhLhbhs/s320/549952px1kmho4sn.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /><br /><br /></div><p><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>Ah... é tbm uma edição importada. Portanto em inglês.</strong></span></p><div><span style="color:#666600;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><p><span style="color:#666600;"><strong></strong></span></p><div><span style="color:#666600;"><br /><strong></strong></span></div><p><span style="color:#666600;"><strong>Infelizmente não encontrei na net uma ilustração de <em>Miss Lucy,</em> pois são as que mais arrasam!!!</strong></span></p><div><br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312699906658736802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfRnsDhML9vR8-Zu-ccxE4mlmYaKxPgGDcH7PlNcKexT6dMI8dG-L7lD-YeBaWjLP05CsscD0qMG1BHDYgjei0h0-bPQvvj6NwyimKexZN5caWa6xlqwKYNvo8jBH_r2HRup8j00vFyU/s320/borbomagiagifs25.gif" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312700988395511074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 313px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 20px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh52ARLqO-vju6KHPAUI8zev0lBWyTM1VTL6fHbgkZKUz9YT9juGfaNm3dHXByxFj4C1y9l3jxoXcpDdf1RcDXsjHJsJgQImeGGtYJnL5v6A3cxkICoOmqpIFCgYKDkX_67YZWNRXnvTGw/s320/263171lxlble1hnk.gif" border="0" /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312699906658736802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikfRnsDhML9vR8-Zu-ccxE4mlmYaKxPgGDcH7PlNcKexT6dMI8dG-L7lD-YeBaWjLP05CsscD0qMG1BHDYgjei0h0-bPQvvj6NwyimKexZN5caWa6xlqwKYNvo8jBH_r2HRup8j00vFyU/s320/borbomagiagifs25.gif" border="0" /></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-89580762971583024542009-03-10T12:21:00.012-03:002009-03-11T12:35:36.000-03:00Wet Moon - book 4 : Drowned in Evil<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfvxOputUz6DEB18EsedwbqycYva_kRG5pmUzyeJ-mIy0FZu8LgqWOuMZdnbDWSrtfEM3SzFd_xbXUR7gL9dMqcV1Kj6ggjT3SzYrAQmqbg-oG8JWbgYYybLxbTgYAtZ-15AQGx_LzWU/s1600-h/678901mef9nr0nki.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953253208971394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 418px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 41px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAfvxOputUz6DEB18EsedwbqycYva_kRG5pmUzyeJ-mIy0FZu8LgqWOuMZdnbDWSrtfEM3SzFd_xbXUR7gL9dMqcV1Kj6ggjT3SzYrAQmqbg-oG8JWbgYYybLxbTgYAtZ-15AQGx_LzWU/s320/678901mef9nr0nki.gif" border="0" /></a> <div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbD-P-9yzkW8LYkjx0WO1yOadnf4jX5yRPgipr15IzxlkOTjvlLw2lbrL0BuWF5UEg6z2wtTw89MRUOqz-GElTo2z5liGDx1m_diNFwlFPk3kFa3Fn7aN6CFiZr92P3_iTAqz-HcWLPU/s1600-h/zia.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311581022336979714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtbD-P-9yzkW8LYkjx0WO1yOadnf4jX5yRPgipr15IzxlkOTjvlLw2lbrL0BuWF5UEg6z2wtTw89MRUOqz-GElTo2z5liGDx1m_diNFwlFPk3kFa3Fn7aN6CFiZr92P3_iTAqz-HcWLPU/s320/zia.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>E eis que termino a série... mas a série não termina!!! 0.0'<br />Louca para que lancem a #5!!! louca, louca!<br />Agora que tava esquentando! hehehe...<br />Bom, abaixo postarei fotos das personagens mais legais que apareceram até agora.</em></span></div><div> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><em>Foram as que consegui postar, até o blogspot dar pau... e estão aleatórias...<br /></em></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJCk7Qu4isfzOHe8_BqwJ9ez5DmcP8h6D7iMPudkR6aVK4OSj22xTYaQZc11EtQkzfbxwLg2r65RaReEqf2_u5WpnjPUzIGvoRV1VrcHOxlLeyzbCg2ECidDkzc1GGNal3WReKpSCNH4/s1600-h/fern14.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586666105655106" style="WIDTH: 286px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSJCk7Qu4isfzOHe8_BqwJ9ez5DmcP8h6D7iMPudkR6aVK4OSj22xTYaQZc11EtQkzfbxwLg2r65RaReEqf2_u5WpnjPUzIGvoRV1VrcHOxlLeyzbCg2ECidDkzc1GGNal3WReKpSCNH4/s320/fern14.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>FERN= super rica, tem um braço defeitusoso. ninguém sabe sua idade e mora numa mansão, sozinha.</strong></span><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPa3hrMnBndyT92R_iHNCQK-cHLzMRyKOytPUczY0cX4JCkvzEDA3AhkQwZlQFjtF6A5aPjRG8EPYyezScXN2kK65e9gPzrrAFZZP6Ot2HfsWfxF9mWyE1C-l9C-knHUtw_Yqm4TeJi7Y/s1600-h/natalie08.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586678569181090" style="WIDTH: 172px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPa3hrMnBndyT92R_iHNCQK-cHLzMRyKOytPUczY0cX4JCkvzEDA3AhkQwZlQFjtF6A5aPjRG8EPYyezScXN2kK65e9gPzrrAFZZP6Ot2HfsWfxF9mWyE1C-l9C-knHUtw_Yqm4TeJi7Y/s320/natalie08.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>NATALIE= uma das roommates de Cleo. Sempre encrencada com o namorado, não gosta de quase ninguém.<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxioiUku7Qbgwr09rOe1ud-HOd31bl6P1ljboxvPqrYQsKYwXbFUosfE5iwtmp2VlgHs7xSmbC-wpFOAVZGEsMz2QxhTqmlZO9BAkOkNeFTdC-r08S5fTs8fSC7w2jZU9Xe_xf3slweg/s1600-h/malady05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311585659895519010" style="WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBxioiUku7Qbgwr09rOe1ud-HOd31bl6P1ljboxvPqrYQsKYwXbFUosfE5iwtmp2VlgHs7xSmbC-wpFOAVZGEsMz2QxhTqmlZO9BAkOkNeFTdC-r08S5fTs8fSC7w2jZU9Xe_xf3slweg/s320/malady05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>MALADY= a outra roommate da Cleo. Mais simpática... mas suspeita-se de que anda colocando cartazes "Cleo it it!" por todo o campus...<br /><br /></strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEJlN8Hc6v9Vrplw5UP-aDCWsj4xbe-3W7BniD-MSCN33EIKcKx5DdlSOgPxcqfEFgJaxxhYIKSWcpRyJXdUyA9ofhhlLF8kGjeIF5My3WLOjTtSjlDVnB5ompwxrv0sZcA4uMR9rGWs/s1600-h/audrey03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586664321702050" style="WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEJlN8Hc6v9Vrplw5UP-aDCWsj4xbe-3W7BniD-MSCN33EIKcKx5DdlSOgPxcqfEFgJaxxhYIKSWcpRyJXdUyA9ofhhlLF8kGjeIF5My3WLOjTtSjlDVnB5ompwxrv0sZcA4uMR9rGWs/s320/audrey03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#999900;">AUDREY= certamente aquela que não sabe guardar segredos. sem querer, acaba falando o que não deve. Temuma queda por Kinzoku e Beth.<br /></span><br /></strong><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigANtMTSK4X7Spl_9L2A0DQeVZAPFnIrLJ_1BPR0iKu8K48ZRWFpNntbm0KCBnDzznsUc4-4BszRHxosKLwUA7dhbwnRiMPROza8qX6MC-aB9H-QnGuZQ0CwwrK7x3GmDs6lG_qsGdO0Q/s1600-h/mara09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586676624025298" style="WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigANtMTSK4X7Spl_9L2A0DQeVZAPFnIrLJ_1BPR0iKu8K48ZRWFpNntbm0KCBnDzznsUc4-4BszRHxosKLwUA7dhbwnRiMPROza8qX6MC-aB9H-QnGuZQ0CwwrK7x3GmDs6lG_qsGdO0Q/s320/mara09.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>MARA= anda meio triste, pq não sabe chegar em quem ela gosta... e quem ela gosta está em outra. Mas a situação fica enrolada qdo começam acontecer beijos inesperados. Ela cria baratas num viveiro de acrílico, embaixo da cama. Yuk! =p<br /></strong></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SI0QNBptqyqrtVSRLTmbARGq6Geyf5WZGsjaBITFSzTsAfqVuvBRuCrlGNjNtWpjpxVzKqhG1IrShpndTXHsC-nOHSD93Ul6WIhYlYKY878UppyakWI3eSAWqwWBODRT16yVNJR2k3w/s1600-h/penny16.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311586683582238770" style="WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3SI0QNBptqyqrtVSRLTmbARGq6Geyf5WZGsjaBITFSzTsAfqVuvBRuCrlGNjNtWpjpxVzKqhG1IrShpndTXHsC-nOHSD93Ul6WIhYlYKY878UppyakWI3eSAWqwWBODRT16yVNJR2k3w/s320/penny16.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>PENNY= irmã mais velha da Cleo. Vive cheia de garotos atrás dela e quase não resiste à nenhum... muita confusão faz essa moça.<br /><br /></strong></span><br /></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqwrCP4nPpnin7HtCYNwvpAVA_foptMzjp566LKxt_zfiIAclmRevI0PGGqbOIHfpYj5J6GvjBYbkp67GQd1hfsZhKzsjfcFz-7JsiwPcaykpgNaL5dVkfJpEmXCGkuZhIvur9N4M15k/s1600-h/cleo73.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582811296838626" style="WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeqwrCP4nPpnin7HtCYNwvpAVA_foptMzjp566LKxt_zfiIAclmRevI0PGGqbOIHfpYj5J6GvjBYbkp67GQd1hfsZhKzsjfcFz-7JsiwPcaykpgNaL5dVkfJpEmXCGkuZhIvur9N4M15k/s320/cleo73.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#999900;">CLEO= praticamente a portagonista. Cheia de dúvidas quanto sua sexualidade, tem um estilo versátil e é muito emotiva.</span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#999900;">Tem inveja do corpo da irmã e não consegue se manter em dieta.</span></strong><br /></div><div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRdlSHo0sm86GxpMxIawP-cBnkhGmIiKt2yGYabhnF7QTB0P4cR2fiaKCnxgnLHHDcLmGMFX3ziVmFyrd672uytVEJMi5mcK0BOcR3yYbB8zy8OkUI8ahmdSlSGhqF5C4BX4HIsz-QGs/s1600-h/myrtle09.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582816816853938" style="WIDTH: 147px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxRdlSHo0sm86GxpMxIawP-cBnkhGmIiKt2yGYabhnF7QTB0P4cR2fiaKCnxgnLHHDcLmGMFX3ziVmFyrd672uytVEJMi5mcK0BOcR3yYbB8zy8OkUI8ahmdSlSGhqF5C4BX4HIsz-QGs/s320/myrtle09.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#999900;"><strong>MYRTHLE= roommate de Zia, canta numa banda de rock, está apaixonada por Cleo, tem lances misteriosos com crimes e vontades de matar as meninas de que ela sente ciúme.<br /></strong></span><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4XkLV9reApIwErdfPxCNrgAX5J-lX-JKp9CpjeR3pLpCDr1eW6Gf_B1tseFDpE2dBtNrqQbGi0qEOLuKgWejFiRo05z1-IYZntPdCIR5xEpIwlBQ43Ul54o2-jmeWaseCjbHcrwnVnw/s1600-h/fall04.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582813105351586" style="WIDTH: 152px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4XkLV9reApIwErdfPxCNrgAX5J-lX-JKp9CpjeR3pLpCDr1eW6Gf_B1tseFDpE2dBtNrqQbGi0qEOLuKgWejFiRo05z1-IYZntPdCIR5xEpIwlBQ43Ul54o2-jmeWaseCjbHcrwnVnw/s320/fall04.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#999900;">FALL= a largada. Vive com a tia numa maloca, depois que o pai morreu. fuma, bebe, se droga, sai com garotos para transar e só tem 15 anos. Mas é uma revelação no time de softball.</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4E0FDcxZDceBvmBaI2VqKTCT9gTfA2PLmhqIJk6sL1vFQ58kXsF5G-r3OrJD4IQ56s6VfjRN3JZmYIHsOD9nvA4kivVbGAYw02DohbvrfW9aez4CDQSTlCm6JXnMqqFqSHwqvzg_cik/s1600-h/zia05.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311582821463645250" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjg4E0FDcxZDceBvmBaI2VqKTCT9gTfA2PLmhqIJk6sL1vFQ58kXsF5G-r3OrJD4IQ56s6VfjRN3JZmYIHsOD9nvA4kivVbGAYw02DohbvrfW9aez4CDQSTlCm6JXnMqqFqSHwqvzg_cik/s320/zia05.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#999900;">ZIA= vide a capa acima. Não tem um braço e o outro parece custurado. Ela explica o acidente, para que ninguém pense nela com misericórdia. Trabalha na mesma lanchonete que Cleo.<br /></span></strong><br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiwbHyzxvwtu7b5r3fAEi7WYChg2f6IjEREuLkgc9KwyiKuIQPaRVB4Hu0AT1FaL6eb6JLcCYoq5HrF7gV-kRSESh_8bUgckwJ-tzXCdUyZzuh1K_pqyN9m6AAEMD7SwH1k4lCy7dE7A/s1600-h/glen01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311584245078423778" style="WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAiwbHyzxvwtu7b5r3fAEi7WYChg2f6IjEREuLkgc9KwyiKuIQPaRVB4Hu0AT1FaL6eb6JLcCYoq5HrF7gV-kRSESh_8bUgckwJ-tzXCdUyZzuh1K_pqyN9m6AAEMD7SwH1k4lCy7dE7A/s320/glen01.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="color:#999900;">GLEN= amigo das meninas. Arrumou um namorado e faz fantasias e roupas customizadas para halloween, eventos góticos e cosplay.</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdrve7VYNxnMnZZl-OuzKS2yTrWTV3j7nUDWobuf8PnsOSx1zUmgOTZBerhO9ML8DSD6Zjal-2hEfOmaE1Bx8sCBPvpSBvkZCmuQsqJgIOD1sXWNTQ1-nbCUq4pPEPqq7P6PDndNjFoA/s1600-h/slicer03.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311584255158315362" style="WIDTH: 162px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRdrve7VYNxnMnZZl-OuzKS2yTrWTV3j7nUDWobuf8PnsOSx1zUmgOTZBerhO9ML8DSD6Zjal-2hEfOmaE1Bx8sCBPvpSBvkZCmuQsqJgIOD1sXWNTQ1-nbCUq4pPEPqq7P6PDndNjFoA/s320/slicer03.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;">SLICER= o nojento roommate de Audrey.Todas as garotas têm nojo dele, excefo Fall, que transa com ele.</span></strong></div><div><br /><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtRIBviuYec-fiWI88bA3iZvuJyAGcfqFLp7bL-BuIVHO38256f1cbF3zNnaXzwUlwb0-ZcnNoPBGODk6scJz389OkNURycrxuOmaMHZra48NjGbohsQQJtL4gIZi6v6UNhuEOn9HXfs/s1600-h/kinzoku06.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311585656481323922" style="WIDTH: 226px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdtRIBviuYec-fiWI88bA3iZvuJyAGcfqFLp7bL-BuIVHO38256f1cbF3zNnaXzwUlwb0-ZcnNoPBGODk6scJz389OkNURycrxuOmaMHZra48NjGbohsQQJtL4gIZi6v6UNhuEOn9HXfs/s320/kinzoku06.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong>Kinzoku= A japinha que chega mexendo com o coração de Audrey. e entra numa trama de ciúme e rolos amorosos...</strong></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong></strong></span></div><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XsnsOxkZJ2V3K01BgKWpLOJHgnaqkmSns8f59SSeEyUznfGxq85__aHMWkCZprzpxI60Jx5f-WxggsY8mdTzFC8nYpgV1sfaZQsU-L5xMXwyLd-m1bDdEQmSIQc1iGRliaEA5FghuxE/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs30.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311950130227691378" style="WIDTH: 50px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 38px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0XsnsOxkZJ2V3K01BgKWpLOJHgnaqkmSns8f59SSeEyUznfGxq85__aHMWkCZprzpxI60Jx5f-WxggsY8mdTzFC8nYpgV1sfaZQsU-L5xMXwyLd-m1bDdEQmSIQc1iGRliaEA5FghuxE/s320/borbomagiagifs30.gif" border="0" /></a></p><div><br /> </div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong>Bem.... tem muito mais gente para apresentar... Mas devido aos problemas técnicos, sugiro que visitem o site do </strong></span><a href="http://www.greenoblivion.com/"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong>Ross Campbell</strong></span></a><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong>Queria falar da Trilby, mas este pc está uma carroça!!!!! argh! >_<' <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpoe6ShuWwSDZvvcdcgZo3ZtGfA1eRpEpKGYcERv4JVhFxRXqC1h_DBu7ptmELlSkzJY0RVoXlHgOhNMiOIylF7CD_TFp2zXKDVpiSc5EnhkEunXo0_SFkiWkQoVaQhyphenhyphenPhqhs_wN9RhQ/s1600-h/MG_AVATARPULLI50.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311951131779391954" style="WIDTH: 87px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjKpoe6ShuWwSDZvvcdcgZo3ZtGfA1eRpEpKGYcERv4JVhFxRXqC1h_DBu7ptmELlSkzJY0RVoXlHgOhNMiOIylF7CD_TFp2zXKDVpiSc5EnhkEunXo0_SFkiWkQoVaQhyphenhyphenPhqhs_wN9RhQ/s320/MG_AVATARPULLI50.jpg" border="0" /></a></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#999900;"><strong> </div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311953265448705442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 365px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Zauy7iXLSw53hoPF_eKN1wABqdQU5NW8r7o_UwCbF_z60bcHrN6WpVTx3Ps5ySTkvAhOKKCew1fW3Hb1BE-KLYkd_Pe0QA_T67H9AuB57cdnQdydf19c-lS2EScUjARFiNwLTQOwmsA/s320/989366gjo75r8lb7.gif" border="0" /></strong></span></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-16135711668467269322009-03-06T12:18:00.008-03:002009-03-09T12:29:15.385-03:00Wet Moon - book 3 : Further Realms of Fright<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdYgtSym7gtvESpoZ3IyQ0-LCs4wk1IM63o7EWQPkhEw0GsNnTQeWXvMAN0THezmG-GcyI_y5bi4vv5KZNNw8BOfzHjkW0MBG6_VDhtvFFgdJb0lQhk8K46RiuR-DKxSlHospeRBPaV8/s1600-h/629698byfx5lk6ls.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310105404769324530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 297px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 78px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixdYgtSym7gtvESpoZ3IyQ0-LCs4wk1IM63o7EWQPkhEw0GsNnTQeWXvMAN0THezmG-GcyI_y5bi4vv5KZNNw8BOfzHjkW0MBG6_VDhtvFFgdJb0lQhk8K46RiuR-DKxSlHospeRBPaV8/s320/629698byfx5lk6ls.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCgYyxFeuVktLlaSEKOnWhj1mL_oYdMSYp2lcCCG2ipiZkYzUIQCPGNQegNNmgC-tUx9ugP4j99lPfuZPcPBmgp8vXoCXhEpTYpMHV2p2ef9-OCsRM3csaZkU0EpDeI0lqICsDEIOVkk/s1600-h/wet.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310097647375746354" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCgYyxFeuVktLlaSEKOnWhj1mL_oYdMSYp2lcCCG2ipiZkYzUIQCPGNQegNNmgC-tUx9ugP4j99lPfuZPcPBmgp8vXoCXhEpTYpMHV2p2ef9-OCsRM3csaZkU0EpDeI0lqICsDEIOVkk/s320/wet.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>E as coisas começam a ficar mais gostosas neste livro! </strong></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Existem mistérios, coisas que aos poucos vão tendo respostas...</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;"><strong>E a <em>Mara,</em> esta da capa, começa a rever conceitos... além de ter um <em>Live Journal,</em> onde posta seus devaneios, dúvidas e besteiradas.. rsrsrs</strong></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FQKCwYpedRHSLBobcl-TtT7xqiYvyCNefUp2MpY1BaSjkEUt9O83Sbh9UyrIStPpjrM5JKN4PLm8cr8bQFH4bFIN8i2EX7Q635ea6edGoeIfLRnxLFo8LuM8c5Tko3xjumtshgo2uvw/s1600-h/MG_AVATARPULLI61.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310102281340039970" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3FQKCwYpedRHSLBobcl-TtT7xqiYvyCNefUp2MpY1BaSjkEUt9O83Sbh9UyrIStPpjrM5JKN4PLm8cr8bQFH4bFIN8i2EX7Q635ea6edGoeIfLRnxLFo8LuM8c5Tko3xjumtshgo2uvw/s320/MG_AVATARPULLI61.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#ffff33;"><strong><em><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Links legais desta edição</span>:</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://www.protomen.com/">The Proto Men</a></div><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://synthetic-division.com/">Synthetic Division </a><br /><br /></div><br /><div align="left"><a href="http://roaringshark.com/">Roaring Shark</a></div><br /><br /><div align="left"></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="color:#ffcc00;">Fucem! ^^</span></strong><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIzxt24sBwScSXw3ylGLgOnWa2DuvMOGYdRO2_wKFgg3quNeW8W8q3Ca_HH2P-m69rNCK1RskY2Z3dssU7PEGnX3Uaw-m7ubIrUVq59XijdKqOveJpcicBYXykum3iQyegTX1mzOSb0g/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs31.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310100106986778162" style="WIDTH: 36px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 26px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYIzxt24sBwScSXw3ylGLgOnWa2DuvMOGYdRO2_wKFgg3quNeW8W8q3Ca_HH2P-m69rNCK1RskY2Z3dssU7PEGnX3Uaw-m7ubIrUVq59XijdKqOveJpcicBYXykum3iQyegTX1mzOSb0g/s320/borbomagiagifs31.gif" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310105406323727730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 60px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3s-b2K19dYjwHQnxRZvDMUK75CRoRz1ord9sGY8ISB7emAFJneKoY1mckDluXbWoQsrmLC6RUfxwXlrf-tyZm-iONKsZABKKy-OLutA_-nhTF_DtamCXuZ5o3o2zCMz7EDdWBvo5pLMk/s320/989369nkhwxrd6yq.gif" border="0" /></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-31807666306614003402009-03-03T12:51:00.008-03:002009-03-04T12:39:25.590-03:00Wet Moon - book 2 : Unseen Feet<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk23pqALfUar_uNj0uKSitt-B2BCrAjHYDw6rQqwIDbNCKonZBqawSLPqheJdbiiKwrtjlYDDTINDXHfYHY3RkbniSV4FB2jLOuSJWVtN3r_hyphenhyphenmDOol_70I7qEsXwHmLBlGBvHB2-tXw0/s1600-h/153625nqc2f58k5n.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309352132532524130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 389px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 34px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk23pqALfUar_uNj0uKSitt-B2BCrAjHYDw6rQqwIDbNCKonZBqawSLPqheJdbiiKwrtjlYDDTINDXHfYHY3RkbniSV4FB2jLOuSJWVtN3r_hyphenhyphenmDOol_70I7qEsXwHmLBlGBvHB2-tXw0/s320/153625nqc2f58k5n.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><div><div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOvLsP5b2mZDBWhMvX_ElphoPFu2Bmc9AKGoIjqYd6CCoY5czPNsJTu_1CrH8Zn1lcbc44FWHZXoYn8LZ97ePQ4hXmFdbDeDD50fW1kfjfCZ4lbX3zUCBnK9pp03-1b6uUmEuLo3w5w0/s1600-h/wetmoon2cover.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308990413420445666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbOvLsP5b2mZDBWhMvX_ElphoPFu2Bmc9AKGoIjqYd6CCoY5czPNsJTu_1CrH8Zn1lcbc44FWHZXoYn8LZ97ePQ4hXmFdbDeDD50fW1kfjfCZ4lbX3zUCBnK9pp03-1b6uUmEuLo3w5w0/s320/wetmoon2cover.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">Melhor ainda que o anterior, <strong>Unseen Feet </strong>tem um final surpreendente e instigante!!! Eu amei!!!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">Este é o visual da <em>Cleo Lovedrop</em> nesta edição, juntamente com sua nova amiga <em>Myrtle</em>, que ui ui ui! acaba virando a cabeça da menina!</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">O que eu acho sensacional, é a arte realista.. carregada no visual, mas retratando gente normal, gordinha, com sardas, com barriguinha, com todos os defeitos normais das pessoas.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#996633;">Embora o conteúdo seja <strong><em>P&B,</em></strong> muita cor é compreensível e o que não é, sempre tem uma setinha indicando! rsrsrs muito bem sacado!</span></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSICC27anxz1_Ebw1364sbPRSkXT54s8NeOGugJhuT9b6vlaHlvaszzCBOi_IBtnrfEbNgKt2Tw6Bc3LitdyvQMor0u4XUHxZ9RUOgcKTxhLbYvDX_AEQv07riqtV3XPuzS91JageOc4o/s1600-h/MG_AVATARPULLI01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308993697373344354" style="WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 102px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSICC27anxz1_Ebw1364sbPRSkXT54s8NeOGugJhuT9b6vlaHlvaszzCBOi_IBtnrfEbNgKt2Tw6Bc3LitdyvQMor0u4XUHxZ9RUOgcKTxhLbYvDX_AEQv07riqtV3XPuzS91JageOc4o/s320/MG_AVATARPULLI01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;">Estou coletando imagens da turma, para fazer um post completão.</span></div><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#996633;">Eis mais links indicados no <strong>book 2:</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://autumnsgreysolace.com/">autumns grey solace</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://www.churchofheavymetal.com/">this means you</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://www.subshock.com/intenebris/">intenebris</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://www.cadaveria.com/">cadaveria</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://ridingshotgun.com/">riding shot gun</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://www.brothersgraham.com/">brothers graham</a></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#996633;"><a href="http://dpdagger.deviantart.com/">dpdagger</a></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="color:#996633;">Espero que gostem!</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVIkBrP23J3qhLI8v3N3gfuAbevAz09lXpunWAmc1UKndd6nI5e2rPJxZscKgLLX3Z6DQuwNIPxEAQQjMZUJraCyf2kUGVM_fi3M9MxCKSPyIIdRaD1-VJ7Kw_Hchued65bfScUdUWpA/s1600-h/borbomagiagifs4.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308992721813132274" style="WIDTH: 134px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 127px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDVIkBrP23J3qhLI8v3N3gfuAbevAz09lXpunWAmc1UKndd6nI5e2rPJxZscKgLLX3Z6DQuwNIPxEAQQjMZUJraCyf2kUGVM_fi3M9MxCKSPyIIdRaD1-VJ7Kw_Hchued65bfScUdUWpA/s320/borbomagiagifs4.gif" border="0" /></a></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309351756291677602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 62px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiM5s_h2p4WejWEIHoi1wfhjYRFeGwR2FqFam1y-T0O_V4gi2SiLndFdaFJ1ArtLSfB2QRrBKCgAATDRZ429_T07i7PXU9G4v3B5ADiCf1RIFEx73SteFPz_ALPw3OFcwcpVFmTE6DhdoA/s320/989358q68j6aq442.gif" border="0" /> </div></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3888700967711729287.post-18635901863259149282009-02-27T12:31:00.007-03:002009-03-02T12:43:27.125-03:00Wet Moon - Book 1: Feeble Wanderings<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIfHQhGvOOoiBnW7L-z7M3KjsxCqAF_3Fbo9wvWO7Vf_RZNv32QNNCxd7AY3gvwH6qsZlkuy434DPCqw0OrzrwndZQxBkfxhZ3gdmDcPIEUYWaiAJjD7iK9Q_ODS4WFAeSXC_puuGcI0/s1600-h/480419f38gzdedqd.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308615127367914242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 56px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEioIfHQhGvOOoiBnW7L-z7M3KjsxCqAF_3Fbo9wvWO7Vf_RZNv32QNNCxd7AY3gvwH6qsZlkuy434DPCqw0OrzrwndZQxBkfxhZ3gdmDcPIEUYWaiAJjD7iK9Q_ODS4WFAeSXC_puuGcI0/s320/480419f38gzdedqd.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><div><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcd_t9_CaA4ivbxr7aIzvasUHGYsLSzl-HLVbqhxu0U4iBmbK_T5Y2WWd0MWbdk1VzteRPf3EbayWtdw1eOC_2L2ETa7dkLfa0pse5y2Mg4mhbXRVs6jqXilTmrBQGkDcPIiY9ZTV-12c/s1600-h/cleo58_v2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307503039473726914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcd_t9_CaA4ivbxr7aIzvasUHGYsLSzl-HLVbqhxu0U4iBmbK_T5Y2WWd0MWbdk1VzteRPf3EbayWtdw1eOC_2L2ETa7dkLfa0pse5y2Mg4mhbXRVs6jqXilTmrBQGkDcPIiY9ZTV-12c/s320/cleo58_v2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffcc00;">Definitivamente, uma HQ recheada de tumultos adolescentes góticos...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">E claro, com bastante música, conflitos sobre a sexualidade, num visual dark sensacional.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">No evento da <a href="http://www.devir.com.br/">Devir</a> em 2008, encontrei 2 números dessa coleção, como são 4, tive que importar os demais.</span></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">Terminei essa leitura esta semana e posso dizer que achei bem bacana.</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">É todo inglês, com muitas referências de bandas, sites, enfim...</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">Criado e desenhado por <a href="http://www.greenoblivion.com/wetmoon.html">Ross Campbel</a>, um autor novo para mim, que já me deixou de 4... no bom sentido, claro! rs...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://www.greenoblivion.com/cleopic209.html">Cleo Lovedrop</a>, a gatíssima fofa da capa mantém um diário, que é ilustrado em páginas de caderno por <a href="http://www.jessicacalderwood.com/">Jesica Calderwood.</a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">Infelizmente a caligrafia de Jessica é muito ruim e me faz demorar mais que o usual para compreender certas palavras. Mas o q posso reclamar, com meus garranchos de médico???</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307508639500710994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 102px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 103px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhRxeKIrEoJ_wLyC-t5nHRKQd4a0PnNVVUrU04h3BjDmQwEYKDDyXtsOILf8pCGxQQR7BzXHYkQDjhg1Y8R_X4ZKWVxmijDGdatLFJ-YLu1GvoEcNrNb7p4it_0rRngGz4wZpal1-8pzE/s320/MG_AVATARPULLI07.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">Alguns links muito bacanas, citados neste volume:</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://www.bellamorte.com/">Bella Morte</a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://azureraymusic.com/">Azure Ray</a></span></div><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://nothingandnowhere.com/">Nothing and Nowhere</a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://tinycreature.com/">Tiny Creature</a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://nateandsteve.com/">Nate and Steve</a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="http://jamaicad.com/">Jamaica D</a></span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;">Ainda não vi todos, mas vale a visita especialmente no terceiro...</span></div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Arial;color:#ffcc00;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s1600-h/21miniborboletas.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307507334373515826" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s320/21miniborboletas.gif" border="0" /></a>Fica aí, mais uma dica... Logo postarei o volume 2 (o qual li e gostei mais ainda!)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s1600-h/21miniborboletas.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307507334373515826" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s320/21miniborboletas.gif" border="0" /></a></span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s1600-h/21miniborboletas.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307507334373515826" style="WIDTH: 19px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 19px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmzNhIeTGTEs5Crb386bYFZIjB2xeGFfKOR1tKhnCnGAnPRYLFvnh02fsEv95BVFaRlMdhyphenhyphenTei9GYBQDnnhvbtOPmdgnQp8aV_KVvG2jvv3sw04OkuH7_cl-Ln9yeQ-6Aot2YQ6CfsjNM/s320/21miniborboletas.gif" border="0" /></a></p><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308616131913498898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 34px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDJWJ7lwDC6hJQgaXQySRKAVWES4kaH-hffZYi-5BFp4viFG9hsEUcCMaLBRLlE6UtPjeBiOBqSAMAwcgVzd3ZK6wb_zqbbGR02-tmdF6OI7bmXnvcR58BH1u6HXVz6aJ8yr1YznCYFho/s320/658714qfxnkem984.gif" border="0" /></p></div></div></div></div>Bárbara Strackehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17231648230318114472noreply@blogger.com4