tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34432890401477231852024-03-18T20:35:19.354-07:00Ele fugia com as sombras das palavras...E eu o procurava.Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.comBlogger53125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-20744075001380124862010-03-31T17:20:00.000-07:002010-03-31T18:10:50.644-07:00Sabia que precisava estar próximo Dele<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"Era tão estranho vê-lo a distância. Tão pequeno. No mundo, eu me importava com ele de uma maneira que não era possível no apartamento. Eu queria protegê-lo de todas as coisas terríveis que ninguém merece.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Cheguei muito perto dele. Bem atrás. Vi ele escrever É uma pena que seja necessário viver, mas é uma tragédia que possamos viver apenas uma vida. Dei um passo pra trás. Eu não podia ficar tão perto. Nem mesmo naquele momento.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Por trás de uma coluna, observei ele escrever mais, perguntas as horas e esfregar as mãos ásperas nos joelhos. Sim e Não.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vi ele entrar na fila para comprar passagens.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Perguntei pra mim mesma Quando é que vou impedi-lo de ir embora?</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eu não sabia como lhe pedir, dizer ou implorar.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Quando ele chegou na frente da fila, fui ao seu encontro.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Toquei no seu ombro.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Consigo ver, falei. Que coisa idiota de se dizer. Meus olhos estão degringolando, mas consigo ver.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O que você está fazendo aqui? Ele escreveu com as mãos.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">De repente, fiquei tímida. Não estava acostuma à timidez. Estava acostumada à vergonha. Timidez é quando você desvia o rosto de algo que quer. Vergonha é quando você desvia o rosto de algo que não quer</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Sei que você está indo embora, falei.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Você tem que ir para casa, ele escreveu. Devia estar na cama.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tá bom, falei. Eu não sabia como dizer o que queria dizer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Deixa eu levar você pra casa.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não. Não quero ir pra casa.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ele escreveu Você está doida. Vai ficar resfriada.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Já estou resfriada.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Você vai ficar resgelada.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não acreditei que ele estivesse fazendo uma piada. E não acreditei que eu estivesse rindo.</span></span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">O riso levou meus pensamentos à mesa da cozinha, onde ríamos e ríamos. Era naquela noite que ficávamos próximos um do outro. Lá em vez da cama. </span></span></div><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[...]</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não estou doida, disse a ele.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Você precisa ir pra casa.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fiquei cansada, eu disse. Não fatigada, mas esgotada. Como uma daquelas esposas que levantam de manhã e dizem que não conseguem assar nem mais um pão.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Você nunca assou um pão, ele escreveu, continuando as piadas.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Então, é como se eu tivesse acordado e assado um pão, falei, e as piadas não paravam. Imaginei se chegaria o dia e que não faríamos mais piadas. Como seria? Qual a sensação?</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"></span>Quando eu era garota, minha vida era uma música que ficava cada vez mais alta. Tudo me comovia. Um cachorro seguindo um estranho. Isso me fazia sentir tanta coisa. Um calendário mostrando o mês errado. Algo assim podia me fazer chorar. Me fez. O ponto em que a fumaça de uma chaminé se dissipava. Uma garrafa virada, estacionada na borda da mesa.</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Passei a vida aprendendo a sentir menos.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Isso é envelhecer? Ou é algo pior?</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Não é possível proteger-se da tristeza sem antes proteger-se da felicidade.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ele escondeu o rosto atrás de seu diário, como se as capas fossem mãos. Ele chorou. [...]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[...] Puxei o livro dele. Estava molhando por lágrimas que escorriam pelas páginas como se o próprio caderno estivesse chorando. Ele escondeu o rosto nas mãos. Deixa eu ver você chorar, falei.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não quero magoá-la, ele disse, sacudindo a cabeça para os lados. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Fico magoada quando você não quer me magoar, eu disse. Deixa eu ver você chorar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[...]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Por que você está me deixando?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ele escreveu Não sei como viver.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Também não sei, mas estou tentando.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não sei como tentar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Havia coisas que eu queria lhe contar. Mas eu sabia que elas o magoariam. Então, eu as enterrei e deixei que magoassem a mim. Encostei a mão nele. Tocá-lo foi sempre muito importante pra mim. Era uma coisa que dava sentido à vida. Nunca soube explicar o por quê. Toques pequenos, de nada. Meus dedos no seu ombro. A lateral de nossas coxas encostando quando nos apertávamos juntos no ônibus. Eu não sabia explicar, mas precisava. Às vezes eu imaginava todos os nossos pequenos toques costurados juntos. </span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[...]</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Como algo podia merecer menos ser destruído?</span></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eu dise a ele Vou me esforçar mais se você ficar.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tá, ele escreveu.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Só não me abandone, por favor.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tá.</span></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Não precisamos falar nisso nunca mais.</span></span></p> <div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Tá.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'times new roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">[...]".</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(Trecho do livro: "Extremamente Alto & Incrivelmente Perto", de Jonathan Safran Foer)</span></span></b></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">.</span></div></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-78210558457110796642010-03-30T20:03:00.001-07:002010-03-30T20:07:03.618-07:00"Nightmare"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-TIuNHE0yZ2tSHwf5RQhDvAGhEhyNPZszeoSYoiWPFuk_wEaLHa5k1TAWRkP0MwyV52ppsJPEyyKQcGX8FkETZGkd0kRlGiatR3ehWpI9ImRFuR6xpxGNQPodVlwJHoyKvF7CgPTeDY/s1600/O+Pesadelo+-+Johann_Heinrich_F%C3%BCssli_053.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 318px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-TIuNHE0yZ2tSHwf5RQhDvAGhEhyNPZszeoSYoiWPFuk_wEaLHa5k1TAWRkP0MwyV52ppsJPEyyKQcGX8FkETZGkd0kRlGiatR3ehWpI9ImRFuR6xpxGNQPodVlwJHoyKvF7CgPTeDY/s400/O+Pesadelo+-+Johann_Heinrich_F%C3%BCssli_053.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454628537769105602" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">{Henry Fuseli}</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">.</span></span></div><div><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-78783863032872317302010-03-29T18:15:00.000-07:002010-03-29T18:18:37.288-07:00"Temptation of Saint Anthony"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J-fPcnJJYTIjAg-4TJo3jCDLkZ2KHOmGyvER6sgTMSMLTurF7WZ29LPNsQ_XBHyDBEEpgyedFirefryuKQr9a3_0MAUtSzBSDSH75iANAv2UwqBXXyV5twpJX-KrVOURztHNQXPrx4Q/s1600/matthias-grunewald-temptation-of-st-anthony.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3J-fPcnJJYTIjAg-4TJo3jCDLkZ2KHOmGyvER6sgTMSMLTurF7WZ29LPNsQ_XBHyDBEEpgyedFirefryuKQr9a3_0MAUtSzBSDSH75iANAv2UwqBXXyV5twpJX-KrVOURztHNQXPrx4Q/s400/matthias-grunewald-temptation-of-st-anthony.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454229554015850610" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">.</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:georgia;">{Grünewald}</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">.</div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-76083812234402397552010-03-29T17:52:00.000-07:002010-03-29T17:57:35.243-07:00Dando Inicio.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOC3Zhqo6ZPD720ypYo1uRGC4hLYUNF4m2XjYSPZFgPOEzMV34cNYrShG1SWWCOyDXXRf7eRWlh6L4dc0OmC_By_tYr68xq0kfymHEIKCb634DO89luwf8OxJx51JeCNhTvY6oZ6ziPU/s1600/The+only+thing+-+Fear.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 321px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOC3Zhqo6ZPD720ypYo1uRGC4hLYUNF4m2XjYSPZFgPOEzMV34cNYrShG1SWWCOyDXXRf7eRWlh6L4dc0OmC_By_tYr68xq0kfymHEIKCb634DO89luwf8OxJx51JeCNhTvY6oZ6ziPU/s400/The+only+thing+-+Fear.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454223681805260434" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "></span></a><div style="text-align: right;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXOC3Zhqo6ZPD720ypYo1uRGC4hLYUNF4m2XjYSPZFgPOEzMV34cNYrShG1SWWCOyDXXRf7eRWlh6L4dc0OmC_By_tYr68xq0kfymHEIKCb634DO89luwf8OxJx51JeCNhTvY6oZ6ziPU/s1600/The+only+thing+-+Fear.jpg"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; font-size: x-small; "><b>.</b></span></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>{Infelizmente, não sei quem é o autor}</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><b>.</b></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-25515303097159241082010-03-05T16:02:00.000-08:002010-03-05T16:07:01.722-08:00Old Bloodshot Moon<div style="text-align: right;"><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVje9s99WID39FqF9qjxgiLy76rLqG8NntTReu4mUSiHVM5d81L8Z3-v-l77D5cBvLciEIp30XzyxIRax1l76KWG-avNWwrq15NX5NeCgA16uO2rdmHYIRc9g0-8le-7s9_2WAOf95sRQ/s1600-h/Yue+Minjun+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVje9s99WID39FqF9qjxgiLy76rLqG8NntTReu4mUSiHVM5d81L8Z3-v-l77D5cBvLciEIp30XzyxIRax1l76KWG-avNWwrq15NX5NeCgA16uO2rdmHYIRc9g0-8le-7s9_2WAOf95sRQ/s400/Yue+Minjun+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445304635537718770" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;"><em style="font-weight: bold;">.</em></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" ><em style="font-weight: bold;"></em></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><em style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">{Yue Minjun</em><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-style: italic;">}</span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-91334765869177487322010-03-05T15:56:00.000-08:002010-03-05T15:59:56.549-08:00Aqui neste profundo Apartamento<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">.<br /></span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Aqui neste profundo apartamento</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Em que, não por lugar, mas mente estou,</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">No claustro de ser eu, neste momento</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Em que me encontro e sinto-me o que vou,</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Aqui, agora, rememoro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">Quanto de mim deixer de ser</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">E, inutilmente, [....] choro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:times new roman;">O que sou e não pude ter.</span><span style="font-family:times new roman;">"</span></span><br /></div> <br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;">.<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" >[Fernando Pessoa]<br />.<br /></span></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-26846835973058370922010-02-01T12:59:00.000-08:002010-02-01T13:13:24.815-08:00Ano e Sisal<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VMVfmwPvifvATEe6rs_Z9lzNk2-paLCvn2NyEMuEZVjiQCqP3E-jDF9tAbYTP0xv9fdPED8cJfrY8uiRdv4IsymupJdxitXmLvXlEGv12poaTG4N2m6RSJsUJQwofE9XUBsYDyfjw28/s1600-h/Jason+Lee+Parry.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3VMVfmwPvifvATEe6rs_Z9lzNk2-paLCvn2NyEMuEZVjiQCqP3E-jDF9tAbYTP0xv9fdPED8cJfrY8uiRdv4IsymupJdxitXmLvXlEGv12poaTG4N2m6RSJsUJQwofE9XUBsYDyfjw28/s400/Jason+Lee+Parry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433384984930577362" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia;font-size:78%;" >.</span><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right; font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Joson Lee Parry}<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" >.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-80736538424113436242009-06-16T13:59:00.000-07:002009-06-16T15:04:20.951-07:00Hoje eu gostaria de trocar Liberdade por Solução<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkGfCPi2cvY9EH3b1WMS1ou5NILfW6anBq0thAUdZP-ABkAIUvc4Yb1utGPN34wKeDXgjFbvDLQ6L54a-8QUN24zbKE_de8WNJ7GVhvEWU7nBe9v_6b_QnzY0hrGwT5bu_gNaF83adGM/s1600-h/Maik%C3%A9+Fress%284%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgkGfCPi2cvY9EH3b1WMS1ou5NILfW6anBq0thAUdZP-ABkAIUvc4Yb1utGPN34wKeDXgjFbvDLQ6L54a-8QUN24zbKE_de8WNJ7GVhvEWU7nBe9v_6b_QnzY0hrGwT5bu_gNaF83adGM/s400/Maik%C3%A9+Fress%284%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348033467451766882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">.</span><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:85%;">{Maiké Fress}<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:courier new;">.</span></span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-79466820857209940412009-05-15T10:50:00.000-07:002009-06-16T14:46:15.173-07:00Você é minha sorte vermelha, Mon Amour,<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGRk1R5eiKDfQHsimnR9tlALUh-g9cxobfiKRN6PeJn9lGpdlJGis5vNodpPEg57QR2MJChvSN6Ywjq0gLxc9RbIb5kznHyFn_QPqlznPkQygWLs8ucrNCc_p16jiwhyg6nUZEBkm9Go/s1600-h/Henrik+Halvarsson+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbGRk1R5eiKDfQHsimnR9tlALUh-g9cxobfiKRN6PeJn9lGpdlJGis5vNodpPEg57QR2MJChvSN6Ywjq0gLxc9RbIb5kznHyFn_QPqlznPkQygWLs8ucrNCc_p16jiwhyg6nUZEBkm9Go/s400/Henrik+Halvarsson+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336109935015965138" border="0" /></a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;" >{Henrik Halvarsson}</span><br /></div>.<br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-65999434293933808102009-03-10T10:03:00.000-07:002009-06-16T14:46:30.063-07:00Disappointed City<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1jUtvkTYQ3w9YTYqbFUQyb_KiN3WP0uynDqt8NBDTaYp6Rvje_2ZZlf34WP4dbdY3_y0ozZ18_VEwYQy93VD_b2I5r7kB_G1OIDKsT3sJEm57yrQQuchQyhgRFjUN6NhNYRbCSx4Xxk/s1600-h/Richard-Calmes-2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-1jUtvkTYQ3w9YTYqbFUQyb_KiN3WP0uynDqt8NBDTaYp6Rvje_2ZZlf34WP4dbdY3_y0ozZ18_VEwYQy93VD_b2I5r7kB_G1OIDKsT3sJEm57yrQQuchQyhgRFjUN6NhNYRbCSx4Xxk/s400/Richard-Calmes-2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311613131091490146" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:78%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">{Richard Clames}</span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-25449027522265496902009-03-10T09:28:00.000-07:002009-06-16T14:46:48.110-07:00''You say you want my help? I can't help myself''<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HYPH7Sg6RUeSJjuzyVIg8hD-OaQ3xhbi5Mdy760HDsRd8NqBjnRblOuK8Peg83PNO7iOTGXr0dTh1AJPZOafbPONixgh0J9fOyGv3SByHSXSRLpOxHMAZAHHhcoaGK-tWf-FRdeaJgg/s1600-h/Akif+Hakan+Celebi+%5B14%5D.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-HYPH7Sg6RUeSJjuzyVIg8hD-OaQ3xhbi5Mdy760HDsRd8NqBjnRblOuK8Peg83PNO7iOTGXr0dTh1AJPZOafbPONixgh0J9fOyGv3SByHSXSRLpOxHMAZAHHhcoaGK-tWf-FRdeaJgg/s400/Akif+Hakan+Celebi+%5B14%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311597039116596514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Akif Hakan Celebi}<br /></span></div><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-29616349443084571962009-02-09T20:53:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:47:03.059-07:00Deep Purple<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RI4PYXvC4QOzmHGzE5t2smg3D3W1kVBULLUwnnzWu3_4svGorNWA3kMPy6fhH9oKeUg1a3V64dzXERmCtH5rzivL1O5K_cYEyBgFQdvRM64h5ekV-Z8TTiEA2JqWm1yWm25BxbCy2Kc/s1600-h/miles_aldrige_02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_RI4PYXvC4QOzmHGzE5t2smg3D3W1kVBULLUwnnzWu3_4svGorNWA3kMPy6fhH9oKeUg1a3V64dzXERmCtH5rzivL1O5K_cYEyBgFQdvRM64h5ekV-Z8TTiEA2JqWm1yWm25BxbCy2Kc/s400/miles_aldrige_02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311599182227973538" border="0" /></a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Miles Aldrige}<br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-9955697755678957192009-02-09T20:26:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:47:14.937-07:00Welcome Back<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBnWvqA3DFBNzaeIESKDm1cvP1eeOgcQjaVaemIXJnj9D_PWHdqH_uSdgfvTih-H7oQVFUwhPTYT_7JumdCJE1dwW2L34eu9lEQZ0O-b_Mzp2Kvsr8umLf17AXm5Ljtt4k05uuFO9uME/s1600-h/Torkil+Gudnason.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdBnWvqA3DFBNzaeIESKDm1cvP1eeOgcQjaVaemIXJnj9D_PWHdqH_uSdgfvTih-H7oQVFUwhPTYT_7JumdCJE1dwW2L34eu9lEQZ0O-b_Mzp2Kvsr8umLf17AXm5Ljtt4k05uuFO9uME/s400/Torkil+Gudnason.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311599701259172882" border="0" /></a><div align="center">.</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>{Torkil Gudnason}</strong></span></div><div align="center">.<br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-90594824936762731812009-02-09T20:03:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:47:42.617-07:00Aquela Transa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiessQVo8CONhTJnxVMHgFJmRqIR4Y4-crPcJcRDeK7rk36uJB1FelJF44dLuB29ztHaOuC-T1wxToEzP8ZoghM4GDaJ5doJWILTz_QPYoUN37HWrP_RmbGbymS6E9fa5c1Hv3XOy2K8MQ/s1600-h/VOGUE+ITALIA+DECEMBER+2007+STEVEN+MEISEL.6%282%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiessQVo8CONhTJnxVMHgFJmRqIR4Y4-crPcJcRDeK7rk36uJB1FelJF44dLuB29ztHaOuC-T1wxToEzP8ZoghM4GDaJ5doJWILTz_QPYoUN37HWrP_RmbGbymS6E9fa5c1Hv3XOy2K8MQ/s400/VOGUE+ITALIA+DECEMBER+2007+STEVEN+MEISEL.6%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311600122927407106" border="0" /></a><div align="center">.</div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong>{Steven Meisel}</strong></span></div><div align="center">.</div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-75921003098131819742008-12-19T07:33:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:48:43.046-07:00'... He jumped so high, he jumped so high ...'<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjslm_TEQiDaFPFw-3v83nHY5D52fVhTTXbftDJi-vwVfh-wWypC2PjpGY5MSztGjn8zW7ks6IPRunnlTbYkVlYFrIQ7ibbnEftTSO1bNGhBbukVV1u2fSk-7RvyEjpirJ6petbda8cQo/s1600-h/rodney_smith.jpeg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjslm_TEQiDaFPFw-3v83nHY5D52fVhTTXbftDJi-vwVfh-wWypC2PjpGY5MSztGjn8zW7ks6IPRunnlTbYkVlYFrIQ7ibbnEftTSO1bNGhBbukVV1u2fSk-7RvyEjpirJ6petbda8cQo/s400/rodney_smith.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311600806812244626" border="0" /></a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Rodney Smith}<br /></span></div>.<br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-63318573157199303822008-12-19T07:25:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:48:54.258-07:00'... Then he lightly touched down ...'<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOU0JdmTmD-sSOQuM2xTbOm4STMtUY81Ryq-ye896-1ZDwce1XgZzGv-AFyxJBQXWP0BV3Cj7_tdf0FHoIQrxBE1ioAUMnl8Ik_lugf5HOWltfkt5IYKmHTJO1PquOLQyQDv5lZdnCn4/s1600-h/Tony+Duran.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 314px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnOU0JdmTmD-sSOQuM2xTbOm4STMtUY81Ryq-ye896-1ZDwce1XgZzGv-AFyxJBQXWP0BV3Cj7_tdf0FHoIQrxBE1ioAUMnl8Ik_lugf5HOWltfkt5IYKmHTJO1PquOLQyQDv5lZdnCn4/s400/Tony+Duran.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311603707187623042" border="0" /></a>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Tony Duran}</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-59525266242902085312008-12-16T10:01:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:49:07.294-07:00Me Tornando Retardada<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoBktwqHdS3m2BXnn57tMyrrqoQN0Xfd5z0FMcme6LNGytofhc2LksUAbSXh85X2L8FsC-Szz7Dkp27ixAH4-5_If8ZGsxhm8D2tHlxe4sjm8FyTaVeoCHxaSSyi78OgGjkx5u0vrYIk/s1600-h/Victor-Vasilyev-7.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsoBktwqHdS3m2BXnn57tMyrrqoQN0Xfd5z0FMcme6LNGytofhc2LksUAbSXh85X2L8FsC-Szz7Dkp27ixAH4-5_If8ZGsxhm8D2tHlxe4sjm8FyTaVeoCHxaSSyi78OgGjkx5u0vrYIk/s400/Victor-Vasilyev-7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311605659514746530" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Victor Vasilyev}</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-85980116724711581442008-12-11T09:46:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:49:32.778-07:00Ela quebrou a primeira regra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhwzXZu_l3RAJwy5A87rqkNhjA3vbB3bD84jl1Uj8No0j1JSwAf-BCmJa5cd_EPQOhrn2NnAycuGTXsiQV31VucTe9jcZ9ydbN3y8mSqCotEzVd6OjsGMN-Ieljk6FwebXY3eBDlXDqg/s1600-h/sascha-huettenhain-3.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 347px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfhwzXZu_l3RAJwy5A87rqkNhjA3vbB3bD84jl1Uj8No0j1JSwAf-BCmJa5cd_EPQOhrn2NnAycuGTXsiQV31VucTe9jcZ9ydbN3y8mSqCotEzVd6OjsGMN-Ieljk6FwebXY3eBDlXDqg/s400/sascha-huettenhain-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336107846967629906" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:78%;" ><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">.</span></span></span><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Sascha Hüttenhain}</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-91791981946859870962008-12-08T11:37:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:50:02.629-07:00Tom Waits, Serenatas, Paixão, Felicidade, ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8gUG5HmtToP66Hr16oq-njGd3wr3Pxme9bsk3rCfTh_FnGO_eJqKSQD8ED9jVC7i2nj01ygGjbwZNLLs2P1V0vZrLOwOl8LQn8hQpvPnWvEyJj2IQ_UeJ-_fI3julS78i-HDUT0ijkM/s1600-h/Mark+Squires.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 396px; height: 264px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK8gUG5HmtToP66Hr16oq-njGd3wr3Pxme9bsk3rCfTh_FnGO_eJqKSQD8ED9jVC7i2nj01ygGjbwZNLLs2P1V0vZrLOwOl8LQn8hQpvPnWvEyJj2IQ_UeJ-_fI3julS78i-HDUT0ijkM/s400/Mark+Squires.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108104260254786" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Mark Squires}</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-64005688786104412342008-12-08T11:33:00.001-08:002009-06-16T14:50:14.609-07:00Contra o Pesadelo vestindo Lingerie nº44 [5]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOft5nKnjcXep7Jjq5Xp-7YoQjGQhesvSwyVVEpAEedteiXp3T-XvJhOv9P4fS-c7LHqh7dAs1rVXzQU-qNnnl1-cQLEJyDLNR_buv8n3NeBmZ6HRquaXyQs4EQN1dy3nckxgHZn44A_k/s1600-h/Ruslan+Lobanov.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOft5nKnjcXep7Jjq5Xp-7YoQjGQhesvSwyVVEpAEedteiXp3T-XvJhOv9P4fS-c7LHqh7dAs1rVXzQU-qNnnl1-cQLEJyDLNR_buv8n3NeBmZ6HRquaXyQs4EQN1dy3nckxgHZn44A_k/s400/Ruslan+Lobanov.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108313356462834" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Ruslan Lobanov}</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:78%;">.<br /></span></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-52915329660936143712008-12-08T11:30:00.001-08:002009-06-16T14:50:26.575-07:00Contra o Pesadelo vestindo Lingerie nº44 [4]<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsq0Y46f_VoJr46hFUVJogHdB63-z79BMJYq_acZhkYprw1CG-m8GPbTK4jZk8j6YJgswspA8MdJ2NwLt0fxSEAuP43SiD3z6VM9ioaRb74kTdyTkn8zwzUXaURIN5ycQXFDrBgCfnP8/s1600-h/DIOR.fass_pinup_18_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsq0Y46f_VoJr46hFUVJogHdB63-z79BMJYq_acZhkYprw1CG-m8GPbTK4jZk8j6YJgswspA8MdJ2NwLt0fxSEAuP43SiD3z6VM9ioaRb74kTdyTkn8zwzUXaURIN5ycQXFDrBgCfnP8/s400/DIOR.fass_pinup_18_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108750149454754" border="0" /></a>.<br />.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccJVp3xH_bM7zJIPoSG2dZRPcM5OJY_dY_wN2LEIwn4IW6VyL9CecA5xpwoFvP-5xm4GBUVEj3GmwNgXTlwYh7_qbo5S24q-YmlWObjx16hxPlQaV8-isrm_soeBRzimmoLlf0J45luw/s1600-h/DIOR.fass_pinup_07_h.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiccJVp3xH_bM7zJIPoSG2dZRPcM5OJY_dY_wN2LEIwn4IW6VyL9CecA5xpwoFvP-5xm4GBUVEj3GmwNgXTlwYh7_qbo5S24q-YmlWObjx16hxPlQaV8-isrm_soeBRzimmoLlf0J45luw/s400/DIOR.fass_pinup_07_h.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108650469929506" border="0" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Dior}</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">.<br /><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-76013513268714667152008-12-08T11:27:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:50:38.895-07:00Contra o Pesadelo vestindo Lingerie nº44 [3]<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VOTieGMm9zVczyXRH84WwOc7oagpxM6bLqJjyqHOagW1KpG42_Ci24ivzQ8eKJj3ffgyQ9XYE1jY-B3tL61ryEZqrYhyphenhyphenp6E2suuW8L5j-fJOb7QvOiFQeYJGdKr8Vzmi7iAIG4Z0KO8/s1600-h/carolinefrancischini4yv5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 287px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_VOTieGMm9zVczyXRH84WwOc7oagpxM6bLqJjyqHOagW1KpG42_Ci24ivzQ8eKJj3ffgyQ9XYE1jY-B3tL61ryEZqrYhyphenhyphenp6E2suuW8L5j-fJOb7QvOiFQeYJGdKr8Vzmi7iAIG4Z0KO8/s400/carolinefrancischini4yv5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336108971789904162" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Foto da modelo: Caroline Francischini}<br /></span></div>.<br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-78892550683258571822008-12-03T21:47:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:50:53.155-07:00Contra o Pesadelo vestindo Lingerie nº44 [2]<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj1mxCCXp6hgqu-RZv6Tan1gDQml-QIgn14ARFirxBx5GX_Nq9DO1HLkYMqhzEDy-lAGg2HqjbvRuFK4hP5QqrwKhycOEDNJgsEMcd_HKjBSzOiByaa4w9x6QpPaPOBdcmzCvhoq6J7c/s1600-h/ROBERT_ALLEN_photo-2(4).jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfj1mxCCXp6hgqu-RZv6Tan1gDQml-QIgn14ARFirxBx5GX_Nq9DO1HLkYMqhzEDy-lAGg2HqjbvRuFK4hP5QqrwKhycOEDNJgsEMcd_HKjBSzOiByaa4w9x6QpPaPOBdcmzCvhoq6J7c/s400/ROBERT_ALLEN_photo-2(4).jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311602626100170642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Robert Allen}</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-17888357098131020382008-12-03T19:01:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:51:08.540-07:00Contra o Pesadelo vestindo Lingerie nº44<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDai325_bra_2qSfGJafYckf7cR5eYGoi_zXgMLEkC0xjEn2O_6rQlcVMkX8qXCSFQYWVQvxtSbkC-BNOMV-OX6gh79ub4zNamjHYQoVeSkfgo-oEMm9HgQsx1qdFW2pft6h0MDq9_SM/s1600-h/Paolo+Zambaldi-Tank_Edito_05%2829%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 315px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHDai325_bra_2qSfGJafYckf7cR5eYGoi_zXgMLEkC0xjEn2O_6rQlcVMkX8qXCSFQYWVQvxtSbkC-BNOMV-OX6gh79ub4zNamjHYQoVeSkfgo-oEMm9HgQsx1qdFW2pft6h0MDq9_SM/s400/Paolo+Zambaldi-Tank_Edito_05%2829%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311602238054224882" border="0" /></a>.</div><div align="right"><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></div><span style="font-size:78%;">{Paolo Zambaldi}<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3443289040147723185.post-58815127445242857472008-12-02T11:52:00.000-08:002009-06-16T14:51:21.629-07:00Seguida de Outra e Outra e Outra<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDlr5y_YqehXXDIGLBKtg0FVh1B-up01cLWFEM_Q6PaUccrcnDD4fvNGUrKityMURdfC_SH5qpmR2xx568GNfW4Fx1AkKaNG1vaTk8yDNNRb7gOAsWYpuV2ujHGRH9AxMdK7tvd3nDGo/s1600-h/elisabeth+hoff%2816%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 353px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuDlr5y_YqehXXDIGLBKtg0FVh1B-up01cLWFEM_Q6PaUccrcnDD4fvNGUrKityMURdfC_SH5qpmR2xx568GNfW4Fx1AkKaNG1vaTk8yDNNRb7gOAsWYpuV2ujHGRH9AxMdK7tvd3nDGo/s400/elisabeth+hoff%2816%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348034581098710690" border="0" /></a><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-size:78%;">{Elisabeth Hoff}</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">.</span><br /></div>Marília Amorimhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10414044215357123045noreply@blogger.com0