tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13278861200975338242011-07-07T17:28:41.934-07:00nomeuavessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164864858906840noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327886120097533824.post-31225661476119960472010-06-18T16:21:00.001-07:002010-06-18T16:21:37.016-07:00Blog By Vitor Silva<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327886120097533824-3122566147611996047?l=teuavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nomeuavessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164864858906840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327886120097533824.post-6157435667961706552010-06-18T16:19:00.001-07:002010-06-18T16:19:57.619-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBv_Fh7KvqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RCjQnNA3Lks/s1600/091608124007.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBv_Fh7KvqI/AAAAAAAAAAo/RCjQnNA3Lks/s320/091608124007.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484257441724677794" border="0" /></a><br />porque meu amigo vitor duvida da minha auto ironia?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327886120097533824-615743566796170655?l=teuavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nomeuavessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164864858906840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327886120097533824.post-90268137596536971282010-06-18T16:02:00.000-07:002010-06-18T16:14:13.805-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBv7eiqTlZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UKgYJxyEZ24/s1600/03.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBv7eiqTlZI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UKgYJxyEZ24/s320/03.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484253473372607890" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">"Queria ser um baseado</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Para nascer em seus dedos, morrer em seus lábios,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E fazer sua cabeça."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Bob Marley)</span><br /><br />Essa frase é simplismente o máximo... Bob o rei!<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Reggae a</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">vida </span></span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);">com</span> amor =)<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327886120097533824-9026813759653697128?l=teuavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nomeuavessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164864858906840noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1327886120097533824.post-50714410813187735752010-06-18T13:25:00.001-07:002010-06-18T15:56:45.280-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBvYdS9kh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QFmwWbA8n8U/s1600/042.PNG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xT6MI62yon0/TBvYdS9kh9I/AAAAAAAAAAU/QFmwWbA8n8U/s320/042.PNG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484214969071601618" border="0" /></a><br />Qual é a verdadeiro motivo de existir estas mensagens dentro de mim querendo sair em alguns momentos de minha vida.<br />Bem, decido fechar este questionamento com um ponto final, pois acredito que nunca entenderei.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />"Acho que você não percebeu</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Que o meu sorriso era sincero<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Sou tão cínico as vezes</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />O tempo todo</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">estou tentando me defender</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Digam o que disserem</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />O mal do século é a solidão</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Cada um de nós imerso em sua própria arrogância</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Espero um pouco de afeição."</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Esperando por mim - Legião Urbana)<br /><br /><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1327886120097533824-5071441081318773575?l=teuavesso.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nomeuavessohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07962164864858906840noreply@blogger.com0