tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72259710184772130442012-02-16T06:08:11.422-08:00|| P. Matos ||http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176566903529873822noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225971018477213044.post-8529101888718901012012-01-18T16:54:00.000-08:002012-01-18T16:54:11.211-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2k8C1nbM5Y/Txdpj_ImCvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9ikoMPPMQdM/s1600/eas5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Z2k8C1nbM5Y/Txdpj_ImCvI/AAAAAAAAAE0/9ikoMPPMQdM/s320/eas5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">minha essência!!<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225971018477213044-852910188871890101?l=primatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>|| P. Matos ||http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176566903529873822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225971018477213044.post-63605548498734940052012-01-18T16:46:00.000-08:002012-01-18T16:46:01.759-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpC6_bh7KUE/TxdnvDP8dqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-xHvmUDjCSE/s1600/bia104.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tpC6_bh7KUE/TxdnvDP8dqI/AAAAAAAAAEs/-xHvmUDjCSE/s320/bia104.jpg" width="134" /></a></div><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b style="background-color: white;">Amor maior, minha vidinha, o motivo do meu sorriso!! Minha sobrinha linda =)<br /></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225971018477213044-6360554849873494005?l=primatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>|| P. Matos ||http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176566903529873822noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7225971018477213044.post-1677941794041571582010-12-05T09:24:00.000-08:002010-12-05T09:24:17.213-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrI-pk7aTGY/TPvI9n9MBbI/AAAAAAAAADE/6zbMe_pqk_0/s1600/choro-de-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hrI-pk7aTGY/TPvI9n9MBbI/AAAAAAAAADE/6zbMe_pqk_0/s320/choro-de-mulher.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><strong><span style="color: magenta;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></span></strong><strong><span style="background-color: white; color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Lágrima que flui... Deste olhar em aflição, um biquinho nos lábios, revelando coração.<br />Triste, em agonia, desemparo... seja filha, mãe, esposa, que poder tem a mulher que chora... o gigante esmorece... Bravo fica impotente assumindo a humanidade: Mas que lágrima valente!<br />Molhando um rosto tão belo.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Do homem tira o sossego, o impossível promete com choro em desalento, em silêncio e tão sonora, tudo ele faz, tudo é capaz...<br />As estrelas ele alcança... O sol ele faz parar, comove-se igual a criança... à guerra decreta paz, o pranto tornar-se riso... a bela feliz se achar.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;">Ele diz: tudo é preciso... para que não volte a chorar.</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7225971018477213044-167794179404157158?l=primatos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>|| P. Matos ||http://www.blogger.com/profile/04176566903529873822noreply@blogger.com2