tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85029125364085991512011-07-31T07:38:21.875-02:00dele &amp; dela &amp; de,Jay Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561056794926115532noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502912536408599151.post-65807678156906980772009-09-27T18:43:00.003-02:002009-09-27T19:01:42.860-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko0i4CTwmvs/Sr_SXjCLBMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WL2goK_itVs/s1600-h/IMG_3405.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko0i4CTwmvs/Sr_SXjCLBMI/AAAAAAAAAKE/WL2goK_itVs/s320/IMG_3405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386254981341578434" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Quando penso em você<br />Percebo a imagem que criei<br /><br />Sentir falta da imagem<br /><br />Você não é, então.<br />Não o que produzi<br />No meu coração<br /><br />Não existe.<br /><br />Vamos quebrar o espelho.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502912536408599151-6580767815690698077?l=zamcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thalitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17139577370660319525noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502912536408599151.post-50680495478713129042009-09-01T00:03:00.003-02:002009-09-01T00:07:40.619-02:00<u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><u><span style="color:#0000ff;"></span></u><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiLwBV2NBdU/SpyBMR8qenI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vLRWR_vqKLA/s1600-h/Chaplin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376314103149787762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiLwBV2NBdU/SpyBMR8qenI/AAAAAAAAAL4/vLRWR_vqKLA/s400/Chaplin.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Noite fria de agosto,<br />Eu me escondo<br />Sete vezes<br />Sete<br /><br />Agora aguente esse escárnio,<br />Você se perde<br />Meses após<br />Após</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502912536408599151-5068049547871312904?l=zamcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561056794926115532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502912536408599151.post-29346272741657640852009-08-12T20:47:00.003-02:002009-08-12T20:51:38.908-02:00Delete<br /> <br />Delete um sonho estúpido, chama delete<br />Skate para naitemaré<br />Nirvana Smarshmallow<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiLwBV2NBdU/SoNG5CjPA6I/AAAAAAAAALs/xThmIxDc9C8/s1600-h/1244768009_fractal_4blue1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369213126506906530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fiLwBV2NBdU/SoNG5CjPA6I/AAAAAAAAALs/xThmIxDc9C8/s400/1244768009_fractal_4blue1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fiLwBV2NBdU/SoNGzEqYKCI/AAAAAAAAALk/-kYk4dg6LG0/s1600-h/1244768009_fractal_4blue1.jpg"></a><br />Tudo disso um pouquinho depois<br />As palavras... as palavras<br />Sete vezes zero<br /><br />Deleite</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502912536408599151-2934627274165764085?l=zamcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jay Zhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12561056794926115532noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8502912536408599151.post-71174762868710154632009-05-20T16:39:00.006-02:002009-05-22T11:29:37.560-02:00<div align="center"> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko0i4CTwmvs/ShRP087sRuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VZc-9rmP1z0/s1600-h/IMG_3409.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337979229469165282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko0i4CTwmvs/ShRP087sRuI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/VZc-9rmP1z0/s320/IMG_3409.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">E onde vai parar toda a sabedoria dessa vida?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">O quê importa de verdade?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Somos contidos nos corpos. Ocupamos espaço nele. E, para além dele, o quê sobra?</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Sobram todas as diferenças, os embates.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Acontecimento.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center">Tudo é diferença.</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">T.</div><div align="center"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8502912536408599151-7117476286871015463?l=zamcal.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Thalitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17139577370660319525noreply@blogger.com0