tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-372297802011-04-21T23:33:31.481Zuma palavra ou duas por imagem para despertar a olhar um dia novo.weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.comBlogger491100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-53382246402456655402007-12-14T02:21:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:29:47.700Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/R2Ho3QK6V6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XeYQiEKzwdU/s1600-h/358868319_626bf23bdb_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143648285365000098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/R2Ho3QK6V6I/AAAAAAAAAS4/XeYQiEKzwdU/s320/358868319_626bf23bdb_o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">quis tanto ler-te como se lê um poema</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;">desta vez não podia. era-te a mãe.</span></strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><br /><div align="center"><em><br /><strong></strong></em></div></span><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5338224640245665540?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-87515658698037731232007-07-08T19:08:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:08:02.195Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RpE2cxHlg5I/AAAAAAAAASw/dNhJ-buMr_I/s1600-h/Imagem+4460.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084905322127393682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RpE2cxHlg5I/AAAAAAAAASw/dNhJ-buMr_I/s320/Imagem+4460.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by</span></em></strong> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"> madalena pestana</span></strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a beleza das jóias que a riqueza nos traz</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">não se compara à que a natureza, na origem, faz</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8751565869803773123?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-60112793197856749222007-06-02T15:41:00.000Z2007-06-03T00:41:20.065Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmGQBpjebtI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLJIkD2vElo/s1600-h/9www.users.qwest.net.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071493013404806866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmGQBpjebtI/AAAAAAAAASg/dLJIkD2vElo/s320/9www.users.qwest.net.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo from www.users.qwest.net</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">a água corre como o tempo corre</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">e as verdades vão se moldando </span></strong><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">ao tempo </span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">como as rochas arredondam com a água</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6011279319785674922?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-5404970499574997762007-05-09T19:13:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:30:02.746Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6VhJjebhI/AAAAAAAAARA/WF0vOv-jRQ0/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+feather.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070654627198692882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6VhJjebhI/AAAAAAAAARA/WF0vOv-jRQ0/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+feather.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">uma pena no vento foi a certeza aberta</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">de que o amor partiu para parte incerta</span></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div></strong><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-540497049957499776?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-58358965138156467692007-04-25T04:05:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:09:49.325Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6V8ZjebiI/AAAAAAAAARI/MjeoHAFcZf0/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+cão.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655095350128162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6V8ZjebiI/AAAAAAAAARI/MjeoHAFcZf0/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+c%C3%A3o.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">um animal abandonado</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">assemelha-se demais</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">aos velhos do meu País...</span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5835896513815646769?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-74444287134239023232007-04-22T13:53:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:33:20.231Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WSZjebjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nUcwZjTG4uc/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+mono.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655473307250226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WSZjebjI/AAAAAAAAARQ/nUcwZjTG4uc/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+mono.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Mike Finley</span></strong></em><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>a flor de uma só cor</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong>é como o amor</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">de uma palavra só!</span><br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7444428713423902323?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-10668092203990287662007-04-19T15:28:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:34:52.084Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WqpjebkI/AAAAAAAAARY/nqJYZmXS_Oo/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+deserto.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070655889919077954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6WqpjebkI/AAAAAAAAARY/nqJYZmXS_Oo/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+deserto.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Gabor Dobranyi</span></em></strong><br /><br /><p align="center"><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">o deserto tem a elegância de ter ondas<br /><br />e a sabedoria de ter sido mar</span> </strong></span></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1066809220399028766?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-60856972096540045742007-04-15T02:42:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:11:58.349Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6XepjeblI/AAAAAAAAARg/TuH4uhvTO1c/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+criança.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070656783272275538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6XepjeblI/AAAAAAAAARg/TuH4uhvTO1c/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+crian%C3%A7a.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>photo by </em></strong></span> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">madalena pestana</span></strong></em></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">se uma criança pára para me olhar</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">existo muito mais que quando penso<em>.</em></span></strong></p><br /><div align="center"><br /></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6085697209654004574?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-11338279339790888572007-03-20T15:28:00.000Z2007-03-20T16:03:39.309Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RgAFJpvoRdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xPSSfFZjBKY/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+Red_Cactus_Flower+by+Birgitte+Knaus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044037246037542354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RgAFJpvoRdI/AAAAAAAAAQM/xPSSfFZjBKY/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+Red_Cactus_Flower+by+Birgitte+Knaus.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Red Cactus Flower by Birgitte Knaus </em></strong></span></div><p><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em></em></strong></span> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">se me dão uma flor cercada a espinhos</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">aceito-a</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">foi-me dada com vontade</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1133827933979088857?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-88283308984105926642007-03-07T22:55:00.000Z2007-03-07T23:06:03.560Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Re9EDXfCv_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gWKjeXfmw-g/s1600-h/Lydia1Bob+Bauer.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5039321332685389810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Re9EDXfCv_I/AAAAAAAAAPk/gWKjeXfmw-g/s400/Lydia1Bob+Bauer.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Lydia Bob Bauer</em></strong></span> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">abençoada a flor</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">atrever assim em meio à indiferença</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">abrir-se toda em côr.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8828330898410592664?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-47888041424127931912007-02-27T12:04:00.000Z2007-02-27T12:08:58.065Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/ReQeaRbU2lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QvfEWS_CZdM/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+weavernest+junglephotos.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036183720010504786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/ReQeaRbU2lI/AAAAAAAAAPY/QvfEWS_CZdM/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+weavernest+junglephotos.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">weavernest at junglephotos</span></em></strong> </div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>aproximam-se as aves de outras aves</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>para quem não voa cresce a solidão </strong></span></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;">não há primavera para um olhar no chão.</span></strong><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4788804142412793191?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-14075602391830826432007-02-24T22:59:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:40:49.144Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6X95jebmI/AAAAAAAAARo/nbvnOGo71bM/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+jangada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070657320143187554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6X95jebmI/AAAAAAAAARo/nbvnOGo71bM/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+jangada.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Lee Wilce</span></em></strong></div><p><br /> </p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>madeira velha libertei os pregos</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>que fizeram de mim </strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>jangada ou ponte</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1407560239183082643?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-58610343557496634142007-02-23T20:06:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:13:27.867Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6YgpjebnI/AAAAAAAAARw/FvsnZFRllwc/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+vbeia.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070657917143641714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6YgpjebnI/AAAAAAAAARw/FvsnZFRllwc/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+vbeia.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rd9KehbU2iI/AAAAAAAAAO0/P3MTQ5Uo0Iw/s1600-h/Imagem+1069.jpg"></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by madalena pestana</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">instalou-se o silêncio</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">no sangue </span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;">que me corre dentro às veias.</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5861034355749663414?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-18807713619147399382007-02-21T00:08:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:17:31.659Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6Y_pjeboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lego-qFh0V4/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+árvore.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070658449719586434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6Y_pjeboI/AAAAAAAAAR4/Lego-qFh0V4/s320/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+%C3%A1rvore.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RduOBhbU2cI/AAAAAAAAANs/6nPmWnAmRHQ/s1600-h/Imagem+914.jpg"></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span></strong></em></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">couracei-me de espinhos</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">antes disso</span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">entreguei-te a verdade</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><br /><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1880771361914739938?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-75181308384669666562007-02-19T18:41:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:15:30.229Z<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmIPOZjebuI/AAAAAAAAASo/Agzts7MTCB8/s1600-h/Imagem+3851.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071632870424866530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RmIPOZjebuI/AAAAAAAAASo/Agzts7MTCB8/s320/Imagem+3851.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em> <span style="font-size:85%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span><br /><br /><br /></em></strong><div align="left"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdnvnxbU2aI/AAAAAAAAANU/xJrHLWuZIOo/s1600-h/!!Marianne+Le+Carrour.jpg"></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="left"><br /></div><div align="left"><strong><em></em></strong></div><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>que pena das penas</strong></span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br /></div><strong></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>são minhas. são minhas!</strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /></p><strong></strong></span><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>vou ter de as soltar</strong></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><strong></strong></span><br /></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>para poder voar.</strong></span></p><br /><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7518130838466966656?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-83540725492740686612007-02-18T01:22:00.000Z2007-02-18T01:31:33.644Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdernrgHgeI/AAAAAAAAANA/_rLnJCa8kmY/s1600-h/árvore++Eduard+Grass.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032679806790500834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdernrgHgeI/AAAAAAAAANA/_rLnJCa8kmY/s320/%C3%A1rvore++Eduard+Grass.bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><em><strong>Eduard Grass</strong></em></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a mão de vento que me despenteia</span></strong><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">leva-me o sonho para me aliviar</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8354072549274068661?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-14077383881711166302007-02-16T11:35:00.000Z2007-02-16T13:45:22.672Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdWXALgHgcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZQuDvFQukc/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+flor+at++mysouthwest..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032094187999691202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RdWXALgHgcI/AAAAAAAAAMs/2ZQuDvFQukc/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+flor+at++mysouthwest..jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">at mysouthwest</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">há uma chuva de não </span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">sobre a flor do amor </span></strong></p><p align="center"><br /></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">que estava a cultivar.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"></span><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></p><div align="center"><br /></div></span></strong><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1407738388171116630?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-48447054041135945792007-02-14T16:17:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:57:52.959Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6b5JjebsI/AAAAAAAAASY/Gymd3QNQtjY/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+ave.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070661636585320130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6b5JjebsI/AAAAAAAAASY/Gymd3QNQtjY/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+ave.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">by_santi_jasco</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>beija-me da distância</strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>como quem sussurra</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>amo-te</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>em roçagar de penas.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4844705404113594579?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-40766673979087081052007-02-11T00:29:00.000Z2007-05-31T09:47:39.410Z<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6ZsZjebpI/AAAAAAAAASA/iAd-NBvfsG8/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+a+gota.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5070659218518732434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rl6ZsZjebpI/AAAAAAAAASA/iAd-NBvfsG8/s320/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+a+gota.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/Rc5lvrgHgWI/AAAAAAAAALk/oZbt-4qxTXg/s1600-h/marilyn+k+holmberg.jpg"></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by</span></strong></em> <strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">marilyn k holmberg</span></em></strong></div><br /><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">qualquer queda de água</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">me faz</span></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">cair em mim</span></p></span></strong><br /><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div><br /><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4076667397908708105?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-59218044727615970102007-02-05T23:45:00.000Z2007-02-05T23:53:45.054Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RcfCLz1FGnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCsh7G_jiIU/s1600-h/!+000+I+Mariusz+Gakat.jpg"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5028201017129638514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RcfCLz1FGnI/AAAAAAAAALQ/nCsh7G_jiIU/s400/!+000+I+Mariusz+Gakat.jpg" border="0" /></em></strong></span></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em> Mariusz Gakat</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>tão simples afinal</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>mal-me-quer... bem-me-quer...</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>e o medo que eu tenho de saber?</strong></span></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5921804472761597010?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-37967031177556744122007-01-29T17:01:00.000Z2007-12-14T02:18:23.066Z<p align="center"><a title="Photo Sharing" href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/madalena_pestana/380841252/"><img height="180" alt="the little hope of an old tree in a cloudy day" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/156/380841252_49a077e440_m.jpg" width="240" /></a></p><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:78%;">photo by Madalena Pestana</span></em></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">e a árvore rugosa que hoje sou<br /><br />tenta agora dar sombra </span></strong></div><p align="left"></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">a quem parar</span>.</strong> </p><p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3796703117755674412?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-74863164734709782612007-01-20T03:07:00.000Z2007-01-20T03:10:07.207Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RbGHkikti1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/onemuGDjs3E/s1600-h/48748926+Alex+Uchôa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5021944121320639314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RbGHkikti1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/onemuGDjs3E/s400/48748926+Alex+Uch%C3%B4a.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Alex Uchôa</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">e quando o amor chegou<br /><br />foi grito no silêncio</span></strong>. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-7486316473470978261?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-19881410891509609862007-01-15T10:14:00.000Z2007-01-15T10:20:10.542Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RatUqSkti0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jNXUNzcpiGo/s1600-h/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++=audubon.org.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020199295151606594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RatUqSkti0I/AAAAAAAAAGY/jNXUNzcpiGo/s400/!++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3Daudubon.org.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">audubon.org</span></strong></em></div><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">a gaivota que passa</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">ri sem pudor</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">da nossa hesitação.</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1988141089150960986?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-40334016820307659862007-01-13T02:37:00.000Z2007-01-13T02:53:54.544Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RahHUSktizI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QLyTvddk5dE/s1600-h/Michael+Nichols.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019340198613191474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RahHUSktizI/AAAAAAAAAGM/QLyTvddk5dE/s400/Michael+Nichols.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Michael Nichols</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>In spite of the cold that surrounds me<br /></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong><em>I can't take my eyes off you</em></strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4033401682030765986?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-38218288361650066612007-01-10T22:04:00.000Z2007-01-10T22:08:50.173Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RaVjXSktixI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-nv8KqYy74/s1600-h/0+by+Kala.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5018526611548244754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RaVjXSktixI/AAAAAAAAAF0/7-nv8KqYy74/s400/0+by+Kala.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>by Kala</em></strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>um raio de sol encandeia-me os olhos </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;"><strong>numa flor</strong></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3821828836165006661?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-66594348443432270702006-12-17T03:43:00.000Z2006-12-17T04:00:25.975Z<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYS-at9NDrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zvn3EnxCHPw/s1600-h/Isidoro+Gallo+Manzano..bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009338051765014194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYS-at9NDrI/AAAAAAAAAFc/zvn3EnxCHPw/s400/Isidoro+Gallo+Manzano..bmp" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Gallo Manzano</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>árvores riem e dançam esquecidas</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">de tempo e realidade </span><br /></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>no meu jardim de</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">fantástica </span><span style="font-family:courier new;">verdade.</span></strong></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><br /></strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6659434844343227070?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-29897361648719922012006-12-15T02:24:00.000Z2006-12-15T02:29:07.947Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYIH8ojjhbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/S8eK8akihqk/s1600-h/000++-+naturephot.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008574473849505202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYIH8ojjhbI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/S8eK8akihqk/s400/000++-+naturephot.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">naturephoto</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>uma ave, se a amamos, pode quebrar o gelo. por surgir.</strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-2989736164871992201?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-10188533951423226762006-12-13T15:58:00.000Z2006-12-13T16:07:41.085Z<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYAkiIjjhaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vtzVaHtp3IU/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++==+Daniel+Staver.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008042954466756002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYAkiIjjhaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/vtzVaHtp3IU/s400/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D%3D+Daniel+Staver.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Daniel Staver</span></strong></em> </div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;"><strong>e vai-se direito ao inverno sem olhar para trás</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1018853395142322676?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-55806736681423717052006-12-12T22:01:00.002Z2006-12-13T15:58:02.056Z<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYAiNojjhYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vRAurQ8n5A4/s1600-h/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++=+fence+.thirddaygallery..jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5008040403256182146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RYAiNojjhYI/AAAAAAAAAEw/vRAurQ8n5A4/s400/!+++++++++++++++++++++++++++%3D+fence+.thirddaygallery..jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">thirddaygallery</span></em></strong><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>há uma infinita cerca de frio no jardim</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5580673668142371705?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-35747985136378149212006-12-12T00:11:00.000Z2006-12-12T00:19:57.153Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RX302ACNboI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v5KIUe0LXic/s1600-h/by+jose+a+gallego.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5007427569265241730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RX302ACNboI/AAAAAAAAAEI/v5KIUe0LXic/s400/by+jose+a+gallego.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>jose a gallego</em></strong></span></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">nenhum insecto é pesado demais para uma planta verdadeira.</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3574798513637814921?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-21172719080462331052006-12-10T16:26:00.000Z2006-12-10T16:30:35.967Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXw1rQCNbnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/41S2FqbRo4U/s1600-h/800px-Amselnest_mit_Eiern.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006935902884032114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXw1rQCNbnI/AAAAAAAAAD8/41S2FqbRo4U/s400/800px-Amselnest_mit_Eiern.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Amselnest_mit_Eiern</em></strong></span></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;">acolher novas aves para inundar de canto este jardim</span></strong><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-2117271908046233105?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-6441798392345101472006-12-09T01:40:00.000Z2006-12-09T01:44:49.748Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXoUrQCNbmI/AAAAAAAAADw/9MRJG2ph8qY/s1600-h/!+flowers_+The+Red+Guy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006336669046894178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXoUrQCNbmI/AAAAAAAAADw/9MRJG2ph8qY/s400/!+flowers_+The+Red+Guy.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">The Red Guyo </span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong><br /><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"><strong>para o meu deserto as flores do teu silêncio</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-644179839234510147?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-40216083414125773242006-12-07T22:07:00.000Z2006-12-07T22:10:20.588Z<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXiQzQCNblI/AAAAAAAAADk/_gMPXXq5xww/s1600-h/photos-of-the-year.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005910195974270546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXiQzQCNblI/AAAAAAAAADk/_gMPXXq5xww/s400/photos-of-the-year.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">photos-of-the-year</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong> </div><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">hoje queria inventar uma flor</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4021608341412577324?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-67228364360522926762006-12-03T13:02:00.000Z2006-12-03T13:06:42.348Z<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXLLNwJ7bfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x3_l07eX0kg/s1600-h/!+0+colin+ember.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5004285573087325682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QM5Fp-aN7-g/RXLLNwJ7bfI/AAAAAAAAAAM/x3_l07eX0kg/s400/!+0+colin+ember.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">colin ember</span></em></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>só vendo o pólen se entende melhor o labor das abelhas.</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6722836436052292676?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-48721602133772205922006-11-29T23:30:00.000Z2006-11-29T23:35:45.279Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/346657/flowers-yellow-pansies%20kayakcam.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/400/230868/flowers-yellow-pansies%20kayakcam.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">kayakcam</span></em></strong></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">deixei cair sementes no jardim para nunca o amor faltar</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4872160213377220592?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-56753426015481026252006-11-28T00:31:00.000Z2006-11-28T00:36:15.624Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/!%20%20001a%20Lorelle%20VanFossen.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/%21%20%20001a%20Lorelle%20VanFossen.jpg" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Lorelle VanFossen</em></strong></span> </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>quando a chuva é demais até a uma ave o nariz pode pingar.</strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-5675342601548102625?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-31080830713958604102006-11-27T09:55:00.000Z2006-11-27T09:57:43.235Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/485899/!%20%20%20%20%20%200%20a%2017Gabor%20Dobranyi.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/400/248314/%21%20%20%20%20%20%200%20a%2017Gabor%20Dobranyi.jpg" border="0" /></a>Gabor Dobranyi </div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">começar o dia como uma folha em branco.</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3108083071395860410?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-41839682578133125262006-11-26T14:56:00.000Z2006-11-26T15:02:49.460Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/152749/PAA020000022.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/400/12319/PAA020000022.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">fotosearch photo<br /></span></em></strong><br /></div><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;">“Queria de ti um país de bondade e de bruma<br /><br />queria de ti o mar de uma rosa de espuma “</span><br /></strong><br /><br /><strong>Mário Cesariny</strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4183968257813312526?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-17029224236503506872006-11-23T23:54:00.000Z2006-11-24T00:02:54.807Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/262035/!%200383091%20Sharon%20Rogers.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/400/149576/%21%200383091%20Sharon%20Rogers.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Sharon Rogers</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong> </div><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">nem uma chuva intensa faz cair uma teia bem urdida...</span></strong></p><p><em><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></em></p><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1702922423650350687?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-34779957215464999722006-11-22T14:47:00.000Z2006-11-22T14:49:33.666Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/!%20%20%20%20%20=%20Distant_Flower_by_mannandmachine.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/%21%20%20%20%20%20%3D%20Distant_Flower_by_mannandmachine.jpg" border="0" /></a><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">by mannandmachine</span></em></strong></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong> </p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;">uma flor distante é muito mais flor.</span></p><div align="center"><em><br /></em></div></span></strong><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3477995721546499972?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-48036575066479388322006-11-20T22:58:00.000Z2006-11-20T23:04:24.177Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/867879/egypt-v-005%20Frantisek%20Staud.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger2/5332/4544/400/859266/egypt-v-005%20Frantisek%20Staud.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Frantisek Staud</span></em></strong></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><br /><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">junto ao deserto as flores são as crianças.</span></strong></p><p align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">aqui não?</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4803657506647938832?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-12504134261830386002006-11-13T23:32:00.000Z2006-11-13T23:34:52.729Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/!%20!%20a%20Jumby%20Bay.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/%21%20%21%20a%20Jumby%20Bay.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Jumby Bay</span></em></strong><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>uma flor de amor. nascida para a noite.</strong></span> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-1250413426183038600?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-38214780653389662152006-11-12T15:10:00.000Z2006-11-12T15:18:10.252Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/53776701%20Valter%20Jacinto.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/53776701%20Valter%20Jacinto.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Valter Jacinto</em></strong></span></div><p align="justify"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">o meu amigo melro poisa no muro da minha janela. manhã nascente ainda. aí eu sei: são horas de dormir.</span></strong></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3821478065338966215?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-41624791586508189962006-11-10T13:15:00.000Z2006-11-10T13:27:46.631Z<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/!%2021%20Monic%20CHAILLIER.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/%21%2021%20Monic%20CHAILLIER.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Monic Chaillier</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>um esquilo no jardim agradece à árvore o albergue.</strong></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><strong>eu agradeço o ar.</strong></span><br /></p><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-4162479158650818996?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-32413483912790898842006-11-09T01:35:00.000Z2006-11-09T01:42:21.116Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/!%20a%20winter%20flower%20Dainis%20D?rics.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/%21%20a%20winter%20flower%20Dainis%20D%3Frics.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:85%;"><strong><em>Dainis Dērics</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">acabou por chegar.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">obrigada aos amigos que até hoje a ajudaram a Viver.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></strong></div><div align="left"><strong><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"><em>MP</em></span></strong></div><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><p><strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></em></strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3241348391279089884?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-67479020076768761992006-11-08T17:25:00.000Z2006-11-08T17:28:04.187Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/JMReboul.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/JMReboul.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">JMReboul</span></em></strong></div><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>as águas empurravam para a Terra uma flor com o meu nome.</strong></span></p><div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6747902007676876199?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-69244615712181878752006-11-07T01:52:00.000Z2006-11-07T01:58:07.906Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/3349128-lg%20Dainis%20D?rics.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/3349128-lg%20Dainis%20D%3Frics.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Dainis Dērics</span></strong></em></div><p></p><br /><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong>é precisa harmonia para saber receber.</strong></span></p><p><em><strong></p><div align="center"><br /></div></strong></em><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-6924461571218187875?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-82057740986489659852006-11-06T18:40:00.000Z2006-11-06T18:44:51.197Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/676687%20Luisa%20Migon.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/676687%20Luisa%20Migon.jpg" border="0" /></a> <em><span style="font-size:85%;">Luisa Migon</span></em><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">mergulho no branco toda a sede de paz. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-8205774098648965985?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37229780.post-32645602989181698852006-11-06T17:46:00.000Z2006-11-06T17:51:23.247Z<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/1600/69061152%20Hank%20Bickel.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/5332/4544/400/69061152%20Hank%20Bickel.jpg" border="0" /></a> <strong><em><span style="font-size:85%;">Hank Bickel</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;">que hoje deixo à vossa porta. à laia de convite.<br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37229780-3264560298918169885?l=imaginarpalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>weghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00281294971333627347noreply@blogger.com3