tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-185267502011-12-06T00:01:44.534ZIgual a si própria, como todas as cartas de amor, com as suas lamechices, com os seus poemas originais, com os seus poemas menos originais, com fotografias pessoais e outras impessoais, com toda uma panóplia de autores, citações e outras coisas mais...Pinoreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18526750.post-75748541502246228762007-09-16T02:23:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:07:30.862Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/RuyGfnDYCXI/AAAAAAAAABU/JstTDheeTFA/s1600-h/smile.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110607554775878002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/RuyGfnDYCXI/AAAAAAAAABU/JstTDheeTFA/s400/smile.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong>CONSEGUI!!!</strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18526750-7574854150224622876?l=a-carta-que-nunca-te-escrevi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18526750.post-65304027276011476312007-06-13T23:25:00.000+01:002008-12-10T02:07:31.935Z<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/R3_5_5C564I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ru84vu86e7M/s1600-h/1582519.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/R3_5_5C564I/AAAAAAAAAB8/Ru84vu86e7M/s320/1582519.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152111374775217026" /></a><br /><p align="justify">"O homem é, não apenas como ele se concebe, mas como ele quer que seja."</p><p align="justify">Jean Paul Sartre</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18526750-6530402727601147631?l=a-carta-que-nunca-te-escrevi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18526750.post-83421516681209084682007-03-16T17:29:00.001Z2008-12-10T02:07:32.417Z<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/RfrUoYubLWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JkC0W2BNh7g/s1600-h/coimbra.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042576523091717474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/RfrUoYubLWI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JkC0W2BNh7g/s400/coimbra.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18526750-8342151668120908468?l=a-carta-que-nunca-te-escrevi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18526750.post-39536779686191976272007-02-22T22:34:00.000Z2008-12-10T02:07:33.075Z<div align="right"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/Rd4cvIf0AhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqLlA7wHRnw/s1600-h/932959.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034493029507138066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_99ByswR_I8Q/Rd4cvIf0AhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/gqLlA7wHRnw/s320/932959.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><strong> <span style="font-size:78%;">Bart</span></strong></em></div><div align="justify">"When you are smiling, keep on smiling. The whole world smiles with you. And when you are laughing, keep on laughing. The sun comes shining through."<br /></div><div align="justify"></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18526750-3953677968619197627?l=a-carta-que-nunca-te-escrevi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pinoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18526750.post-1131132881234942702005-11-04T19:16:00.000Z2007-05-14T23:34:37.416+01:00<div align="justify">Um beijo imperfeito...</div><div align="justify">Roubei-to com o meu jeito, calei-te a alma e enxuguei-te a face.</div><div align="justify">Empurrei os meus lábios um contra o outro e saboreei o teu aroma pela última vez...</div><div align="justify">Inesquecível... a palavra que descreve o teu último olhar para comigo... Os teus olhos eram como duas grandes bolas de neve, numa tarde de Verão, a derreter à sombra dos sonhos por concretizar...</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">Deixei-te.</div><div align="justify"></div><div align="justify">E choraste como se não houvesse amanhã...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18526750-113113288123494270?l=a-carta-que-nunca-te-escrevi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pinoreply@blogger.com1