tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75492160619785120082024-03-13T08:34:58.112-07:00Mariana SóMarianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944485193497918973noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549216061978512008.post-61712876655902013822010-09-29T12:30:00.001-07:002010-09-29T12:35:48.051-07:00Tortura, Florbela Espanca<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB95VlvEb267FQY0dGTLzkGAheUL-KRREXAUe-osU86DqLoWgO83cVqpNwNrwrkTiDlVW1sbphJSnohvMZXUgaj3G-YlZ6rLuOP9SXOLjNnqkH-GlmzGeckgimQmhnDU_-7ilDdi6IfLpn/s1600/Olga_Kurylenko_Greg_Williams_009.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522420366424723218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgB95VlvEb267FQY0dGTLzkGAheUL-KRREXAUe-osU86DqLoWgO83cVqpNwNrwrkTiDlVW1sbphJSnohvMZXUgaj3G-YlZ6rLuOP9SXOLjNnqkH-GlmzGeckgimQmhnDU_-7ilDdi6IfLpn/s400/Olga_Kurylenko_Greg_Williams_009.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center">Tirar dentro do peito a Emoção,</div><div align="center">A lúcida verdade, o Sentimento!</div><div align="center"> E ser, depois de vir do coração,</div><div align="center">Um punhado de cinza esparso ao vento!...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Sonhar um verso de alto pensamento,</div><div align="center">E puro como um ritmo de oração!</div><div align="center"> E ser, depois de vir do coração,</div><div align="center">O pó, o nada, o sonho dum momento...</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">São assim ocos, rudes, os meus versos:</div><div align="center">Rimas perdidas, vendavais dispersos,</div><div align="center">Com que eu iludo os outros, com que minto!</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">Quem me dera encontrar o verso puro,</div><div align="center">O verso altivo e forte, estranho e duro,</div><div align="center">Que dissesse, a chorar, isto que sinto!!</div>Marianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944485193497918973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549216061978512008.post-57714904673529899732010-09-28T12:23:00.000-07:002010-10-01T07:38:06.229-07:00POWER, sir Jim Morrison<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRL4cCpE0oTVZ2wEkoytV5PHJhOOFerYViwcPtXUdxnn-Z_8Uh9WMbsznF0Z9oVr-J-Kopy9zEt7qFfNAu6As8S8CyvAEt97q_RDB__IntExA7l6o98dGz41qgKEpwnh22b5V17KOk7aW/s1600/2m4dbh4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522048105490891714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCRL4cCpE0oTVZ2wEkoytV5PHJhOOFerYViwcPtXUdxnn-Z_8Uh9WMbsznF0Z9oVr-J-Kopy9zEt7qFfNAu6As8S8CyvAEt97q_RDB__IntExA7l6o98dGz41qgKEpwnh22b5V17KOk7aW/s400/2m4dbh4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />I can make the earth stop in its tracks. I made the blue cars go away.</div><div align="center">I can make myself invisible or small. I can become gigantic and reach the farthest things. I can change the course of nature. I can place myself anywhere inspace or time.</div><div align="center">I can summon the dead. I can perceive events on other worlds, in my deepest inner mind, and in the minds of others.</div><div align="center">I can</div><div align="center">I am</div>Marianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944485193497918973noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549216061978512008.post-18028601494394897822010-09-26T10:38:00.001-07:002010-09-29T12:37:02.078-07:00My only friend, the end.<div align="center"><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJxdvt6dx0fObfohJGN879YV3SFMt4EX78zdV0eqMXXNcK8g8I7PU_WKOPCbhlswUPlZCF03Durpaed9c2JUskr29LrbMz6IVRzMAu16pHIcOlYSS-RQ4daTSTCYN_1Q765BR-oEYv8vk/s1600/vogueITA_2004_01.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521278193859787026" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVJxdvt6dx0fObfohJGN879YV3SFMt4EX78zdV0eqMXXNcK8g8I7PU_WKOPCbhlswUPlZCF03Durpaed9c2JUskr29LrbMz6IVRzMAu16pHIcOlYSS-RQ4daTSTCYN_1Q765BR-oEYv8vk/s400/vogueITA_2004_01.jpg" /></a> Of our elaborate plans, the end. Of everything that stands, the end. No safety or surprise, the end. I'll never look into your eyes...again </div>Marianahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00944485193497918973noreply@blogger.com0