tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17328636239892773982012-01-21T21:52:46.188-08:00My way to sayDomainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057010081920950962noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-54889900052833511072012-01-21T21:47:00.000-08:002012-01-21T21:52:46.195-08:002012-01-21T21:52:46.195-08:00Perdi o rumo?<br /> Perdi o encanto?<br /> Perdi as esperanças?<br /> Perdi&nbsp;mais&nbsp;o quê?<br /> Perdi tudo, perdi você.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-5488990005283351107?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/twBj97AENowxSMu2Bx879Cd3ULc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/twBj97AENowxSMu2Bx879Cd3ULc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/twBj97AENowxSMu2Bx879Cd3ULc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/twBj97AENowxSMu2Bx879Cd3ULc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/O5hWFkT9NfY" height="1" width="1"/>Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057010081920950962noreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2012/01/perdido.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-84130875354615577902011-11-16T05:08:00.000-08:002012-01-21T21:43:57.056-08:002012-01-21T21:43:57.056-08:00Atado.<br /> Com as emoções presas na garganta.<br /> Acorrentado.<br /> Com o futuro amarrado a esperanças.<br /> Em uma jaula chamada vida.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-8413087535461557790?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/at4iqdjY5q9S2KV2x1_OBhuUhY8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/at4iqdjY5q9S2KV2x1_OBhuUhY8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/at4iqdjY5q9S2KV2x1_OBhuUhY8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/at4iqdjY5q9S2KV2x1_OBhuUhY8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/4uGMzoW-0jA" height="1" width="1"/>Domainhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10057010081920950962noreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2011/11/no.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-23682604293656676562011-06-01T20:47:00.000-07:002011-06-01T20:55:52.745-07:002011-06-01T20:55:52.745-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCJEnyhpoUU/TecJk0ofvwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1jdilJeoleQ/s1600/heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TCJEnyhpoUU/TecJk0ofvwI/AAAAAAAAAcM/1jdilJeoleQ/s200/heart.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pedi.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um pedido simples.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sem muitos rodeios.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nem voltas e trapaças.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um pedido assim: meio sem jeito.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não fosse só meu.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que pudesse dividir.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um pedido para sempre.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pedi.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pedi um carinho.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um abraço com chamego.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um selinho que fechasse a paixão.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pedi e vivo pedindo.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um amor.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-2368260429365667656?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--D6xxzlfs08dQrW4xbg1rJzOw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--D6xxzlfs08dQrW4xbg1rJzOw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--D6xxzlfs08dQrW4xbg1rJzOw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u--D6xxzlfs08dQrW4xbg1rJzOw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/dlQu9oh8wfE" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com1http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2011/06/versinhos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-68013916380788444922011-02-15T15:46:00.000-08:002011-02-15T15:46:21.396-08:002011-02-15T15:46:21.396-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMwp3lXQfIw/TVsPxOEqJaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z7wSA5xUcXM/s1600/mac.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LMwp3lXQfIw/TVsPxOEqJaI/AAAAAAAAAbA/Z7wSA5xUcXM/s400/mac.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Objeto de desejo.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Luxo de poucos.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Lixo de muitos.&nbsp;</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-6801391638078844492?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6U-I7WdV-canwytf0DKhbduxEc/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6U-I7WdV-canwytf0DKhbduxEc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6U-I7WdV-canwytf0DKhbduxEc/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/L6U-I7WdV-canwytf0DKhbduxEc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/117gpphbdSw" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2011/02/sonho-de-consumo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-59170597951270372052011-02-15T15:22:00.000-08:002011-02-15T15:22:07.531-08:002011-02-15T15:22:07.531-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4NuS-UI5hU/TVsJt-4tMBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uIGWM-C7Rro/s1600/rachado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W4NuS-UI5hU/TVsJt-4tMBI/AAAAAAAAAa8/uIGWM-C7Rro/s400/rachado.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A cada passo, um tropeço.</span><br /> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">A cada queda, me racho.&nbsp;</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-5917059795127037205?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tKPsEuO8q3s9mywEhH00cb123YU/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tKPsEuO8q3s9mywEhH00cb123YU/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tKPsEuO8q3s9mywEhH00cb123YU/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tKPsEuO8q3s9mywEhH00cb123YU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/dNXm_Tb5MlA" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2011/02/rachado.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-64924655515640202292011-01-26T10:17:00.001-08:002011-01-26T10:17:56.206-08:002011-01-26T10:17:56.206-08:00Árvores, pneus, entulho.<br /> Carro enguiçado, ponte caída.<br /> Tudo me evita de prosseguir.<br /> Pior, só a tela em branco.<br /> Branco que me trava a mente.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-6562808899200954041?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H51DPSaWLq4_TaQ_G1QmHqWOpKE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H51DPSaWLq4_TaQ_G1QmHqWOpKE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H51DPSaWLq4_TaQ_G1QmHqWOpKE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/H51DPSaWLq4_TaQ_G1QmHqWOpKE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/_NoDZwV8RWU" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/12/bloqueio.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-45680758967975633962010-10-04T11:50:00.000-07:002010-10-04T11:50:28.115-07:002010-10-04T11:50:28.115-07:00Desanimado. Cansado. Atolado.<br /> Pensativo.&nbsp;Afirmativo. Cativo.<br /> Falido. Combatido. Perdido.<br /> Entalado.&nbsp;Estressado. Enrolado.<br /> Mal pago. Mal ajo. Mal começou...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-4568075896797563396?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xn8p__nUbNKc_lzqe75boO80qI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xn8p__nUbNKc_lzqe75boO80qI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xn8p__nUbNKc_lzqe75boO80qI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-xn8p__nUbNKc_lzqe75boO80qI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/ZdVnb4OJwb0" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/10/segunda-feira.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-21577474748564317102010-09-28T10:44:00.000-07:002010-09-28T10:44:48.602-07:002010-09-28T10:44:48.602-07:00Qual? Não sei.<br /> Quando descobrir, mando clonar para não sentir mais saudades de você.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-2157747474856431710?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mB8czWk2IDWrJvolLR6lk7FT5n8/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mB8czWk2IDWrJvolLR6lk7FT5n8/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mB8czWk2IDWrJvolLR6lk7FT5n8/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mB8czWk2IDWrJvolLR6lk7FT5n8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/KNcW3eSP6hU" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/09/part-of-you-that-is-part-of-me.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-1921737383743637442010-08-13T12:52:00.000-07:002010-08-13T12:52:45.273-07:002010-08-13T12:52:45.273-07:00No copo afundava seu ânimo.<br /> Asfixiado pelas paredes.<br /> Sufocado pelas horas.<br /> Sem razão, sem motivos, sem demora.<br /> Desciam lentamente, o ânimo e o veneno.<br /> Uma corrida às avessas.<br /> Com apenas um derrotado.<br /> Aquele que&nbsp;jaz afogado.&nbsp;<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-192173738374363744?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u0GTuGzGLGKnTY-7ZGCwE27KX8g/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u0GTuGzGLGKnTY-7ZGCwE27KX8g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u0GTuGzGLGKnTY-7ZGCwE27KX8g/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u0GTuGzGLGKnTY-7ZGCwE27KX8g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/GLgE-edOdXg" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/08/afogado.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-48833626248339165792010-08-11T07:15:00.000-07:002010-08-11T07:15:39.401-07:002010-08-11T07:15:39.401-07:00Não foi o acaso que deu cabo nesse caso sem fim.<br /> Não foi o fim que levou a cabo todo esse acaso em mim.<br /> Ao cabo de mim o acaso encontrou seu fim.<br /> Meu ocaso.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-4883362624833916579?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_e_IbLDNpZKm5XClxuoKMvVpKM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_e_IbLDNpZKm5XClxuoKMvVpKM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_e_IbLDNpZKm5XClxuoKMvVpKM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/f_e_IbLDNpZKm5XClxuoKMvVpKM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/r1OXdN2C9X0" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/08/ocaso.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-3012763690853191652010-08-06T11:25:00.000-07:002010-08-06T11:36:31.554-07:002010-08-06T11:36:31.554-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFxV9FlY32I/AAAAAAAAAYI/L1EbwBhnfYw/s1600/oquevcdisse.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFxV9FlY32I/AAAAAAAAAYI/L1EbwBhnfYw/s320/oquevcdisse.png" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Tudo começou com desenhos. Depois, ideogramas. Representar sons, os tais fonemas, com letras. Juntamos as letras e formamos as palavras.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt;"><span style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Das palavras vieram as frases. Com a organização da gramática, as orações. Unidas com coesão e coerência, deram-nos os textos.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">A partir daí, não paramos mais de escrever. Recados, livros, poemas, canções, receitas, constituições, Bíblia, Alcorão, Torá, blogs, tweets.&nbsp;</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 3.0pt;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;">Deixamos histórias e construímos novas. Cunhamos, rabiscamos, datilografamos, digitamos e sempre inventamos uma nova forma. Uma nova maneira para fazer algo que carregamos desde nossos primórdios, a vontade de comunicar.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-301276369085319165?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/040wBRjQc8YPx5E59TMuzUpYqWM/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/040wBRjQc8YPx5E59TMuzUpYqWM/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/040wBRjQc8YPx5E59TMuzUpYqWM/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/040wBRjQc8YPx5E59TMuzUpYqWM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/AcV5GSYI2Mc" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/08/essencial.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-43057008924270346372010-08-02T06:53:00.001-07:002010-08-02T06:56:01.793-07:002010-08-02T06:56:01.793-07:00Começa a semana com vontade de terminar...<br /> <br /> <br /> Foto para sentir saudades...<br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFbOMpPWawI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zp_aEItY3Pw/s1600/andre+01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFbOMpPWawI/AAAAAAAAAXs/Zp_aEItY3Pw/s320/andre+01.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> Não de alguém. Mas, de um tempo.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-4305700892427034637?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fuCX039xqzAk_jRDkxjsb8NNAyQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fuCX039xqzAk_jRDkxjsb8NNAyQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fuCX039xqzAk_jRDkxjsb8NNAyQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/fuCX039xqzAk_jRDkxjsb8NNAyQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/Bji1lU_wb6w" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/08/semana.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-38057030202982933442010-07-29T14:23:00.000-07:002010-07-29T14:26:34.966-07:002010-07-29T14:26:34.966-07:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; ">Estou tentando aprender a lidar com o Photoshop...</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; "><br /></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFHx-Y4bxMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ceJLHL6LWJ0/s1600/stripes-03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFHx-Y4bxMI/AAAAAAAAAXc/ceJLHL6LWJ0/s320/stripes-03.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499442674129421506" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFHxquEmIKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xcz7OCn87GA/s1600/stripes-02.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hIqk0hDoAfM/TFHxquEmIKI/AAAAAAAAAXU/xcz7OCn87GA/s320/stripes-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499442336220192930" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-3805703020298293344?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q7VwMKrCNln_7ZnaYrv3pwgyg1c/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q7VwMKrCNln_7ZnaYrv3pwgyg1c/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q7VwMKrCNln_7ZnaYrv3pwgyg1c/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/q7VwMKrCNln_7ZnaYrv3pwgyg1c/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/nTryEAPwWT4" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/07/invencionices-wallpapers.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-39252277399546697952010-07-12T11:29:00.000-07:002010-07-12T11:31:32.956-07:002010-07-12T11:31:32.956-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; ">resolvi atualizar um post que estava meio desatualizado:</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "><br /></span></div>Eu amo você<br />Amo. Simplesmente amo.<br />Sem definições, medidas ou prazos.<br />Amo de um modo a não precisar de complementos.<br />Amor. Puro. Mortal.<br />Amo você, estar ao seu lado.<br />Amo o dormir e o acordar.<br />Amo seu sorriso, seu beijo,<br />E o aconchego do seu braço.<br />Amo na alegria, na tristeza, na saudade.<br />Amo o amor. Amo meu amado.<br />Amo nossa amizade, nosso companheirismo.<br />Amo nossa intimidade, nosso futuro.<br />Amei no passado. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; ">Amo o presente.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-3925227739954669795?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ROm6UN9D2Qal8LSmci3s40GZT0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ROm6UN9D2Qal8LSmci3s40GZT0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ROm6UN9D2Qal8LSmci3s40GZT0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/4ROm6UN9D2Qal8LSmci3s40GZT0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/fGUy3N9ZoJg" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2010/07/atualizando-o-desatualizado.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-59181948075602941442009-12-11T04:40:00.000-08:002009-12-11T04:41:34.428-08:002009-12-11T04:41:34.428-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Ando cansado de tudo. Muito trabalho. Tensão e ansiedade por resultados futuros. Problemas de saúde. Família. Amor...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-5918194807560294144?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JB9ssnPuq4P17ZpgqtbheBgJpzE/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JB9ssnPuq4P17ZpgqtbheBgJpzE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JB9ssnPuq4P17ZpgqtbheBgJpzE/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JB9ssnPuq4P17ZpgqtbheBgJpzE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/S85DjvTkANM" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/12/cansado.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-75803973542638801562009-11-09T10:32:00.000-08:002009-11-09T10:34:54.843-08:002009-11-09T10:34:54.843-08:00Há momentos que somos levados ao desespero por uma notícia. Quando estamos só parece que o problema é bem maior. Com o tempo, assimilamos melhor as informações, racionalizamos o medo e, enfim, conseguimos superar o drama e agir.<div><br /></div><div>No momento, estou cuidando para que o susto não passe mesmo de um susto. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-7580397354263880156?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbbAkXXT7FxVZHJXvHB2znqSxV0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbbAkXXT7FxVZHJXvHB2znqSxV0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbbAkXXT7FxVZHJXvHB2znqSxV0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/rbbAkXXT7FxVZHJXvHB2znqSxV0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/BTMpZeiGzKA" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/11/susto.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-45572518569888756472009-11-05T11:33:00.000-08:002009-11-05T11:35:18.390-08:002009-11-05T11:35:18.390-08:00<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><i>[Do lat. absentia.]</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">S. f. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 1.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Estado ou condição de ausente. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 2.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Afastamento, apartamento (1) </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 3.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Falta de comparecimento; falta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 4.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Carência, inexistência, falta</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 5.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Jur. Desaparecimento da pessoa do seu domicílio, sem deixar ou dar notícia do seu paradeiro e sem deixar representante para zelar pelos seus interesses. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 6.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Psiq. Lapso de memória. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> 7.</span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> Falha do raciocínio. </span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(fonte: Dicionário Aurélio)</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-4557251856988875647?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bxPd3oXTZoW9OhRnOrgVxYnYQA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bxPd3oXTZoW9OhRnOrgVxYnYQA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bxPd3oXTZoW9OhRnOrgVxYnYQA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/-bxPd3oXTZoW9OhRnOrgVxYnYQA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/Cf9UAa9EuGI" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com1http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/11/ausencia.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-39382701906664789992009-10-09T23:11:00.001-07:002009-10-09T23:14:30.988-07:002009-10-09T23:14:30.988-07:00Em certas ocasiões temos que aprender resignar das das tentativas de mudar o rumo de nossa história. Devemos entender que é assim o fluxo de nossas vidas. O que hoje acontece foi construído ao longo de um bom tempo. Não é resultado apenas do agora. <div><br /></div><div>É inevitável. E foi...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-3938270190666478999?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B-rcAW82ZkrWdOfnW5ugtmhCF8k/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B-rcAW82ZkrWdOfnW5ugtmhCF8k/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B-rcAW82ZkrWdOfnW5ugtmhCF8k/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/B-rcAW82ZkrWdOfnW5ugtmhCF8k/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/pPBL4j7V8sc" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/10/inevitavel.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-58589045049692156692009-09-11T12:51:00.000-07:002009-09-11T12:58:22.352-07:002009-09-11T12:58:22.352-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Recentemente fui padrinho de casamento de uma grande amiga (grande amiga é pouco para descrevê-la, mas vou sintetizar assim), e ela pediu que escrevêssemos votos para o casal. No primeiro momento, eu fiquei sem saber o que escrever.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Enrolei uns 2 dias. Até fui cobrado pela noivinha. Daí, parei em frente ao PC aqui no trabalho. Pensei o que diria, o que desejaria para uma das "mulheres da minha vida" -- depois escrevo algo sobre elas, como escrever algo que realmente "significasse" para eles, em especial para ela.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E, no final, eis o que saiu:</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px; "><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Saúde, paz e amizade em suas vidas. </span></span></span></div><div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Companheirismo, entrega e carinho em seu lar.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Realizações, sucessos e vitórias em suas carreiras. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Serenidade, compreensão e humildade nos momentos difíceis.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Paixão, intimidade e loucuras para se manterem sempre quentes.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Filhos, árvores e livros para a posteridade.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Comida japonesa, brigadeiro e champagne para lembrar o quanto é bom viver. </span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Baldinhos, pinga e balada para lembrar que nem sempre temos que levar tudo tão a sério.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Piri, friozinho e vinho para curtir a dois.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Carnaval, carneiro assado e almoço para dividir com os amigos.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ônibus, Realidade Sócio-econômica-político Brasileira e Goiás Adentro para ficar na memória (essas só da Carol). </span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Vestido, noivo e amor para casar.</span></span></span></div><div><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:verdana;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">E tudo isso para serem felizes para sempre.</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:tahoma;"><br /></span></div></div></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-5858904504969215669?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQpjN8Wvu-nfjMEzdcK2IqW-0yA/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQpjN8Wvu-nfjMEzdcK2IqW-0yA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQpjN8Wvu-nfjMEzdcK2IqW-0yA/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/pQpjN8Wvu-nfjMEzdcK2IqW-0yA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/trdcU3l0cyI" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com3http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/09/votos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-64474679625559714782009-09-09T12:03:00.000-07:002009-09-09T12:08:14.754-07:002009-09-09T12:08:14.754-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Triste. Bem triste. Tristeza súbita. Sem palavras para descrever...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-6447467962555971478?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/POwF7CddnK-71kkR6AIfDrMjdrY/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/POwF7CddnK-71kkR6AIfDrMjdrY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/POwF7CddnK-71kkR6AIfDrMjdrY/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/POwF7CddnK-71kkR6AIfDrMjdrY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/VvybbvTftsw" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com0http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/09/sem-palavras.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-90375048314222501612009-09-03T10:01:00.000-07:002009-09-03T10:03:53.376-07:002009-09-03T10:03:53.376-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;">Fazendo contas. Decidi dar mais um passo "importante" na vida. Não que seja imprescindível para viver, mas o vejo como um facilitador. Estou em processo de compra de carro. Meu primeiro.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-9037504831422250161?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2gkFTf0Apu_zT1o4JVWElPOlH0/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2gkFTf0Apu_zT1o4JVWElPOlH0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2gkFTf0Apu_zT1o4JVWElPOlH0/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_2gkFTf0Apu_zT1o4JVWElPOlH0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/njQGOdhJgHk" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com1http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/09/x-y-z-4abc-hsx33-4.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-8093532655231207892009-08-27T11:56:00.000-07:002009-08-27T11:57:07.729-07:002009-08-27T11:57:07.729-07:00Posso dizer que, nos últimos dias, vaguei sem contato com meu centro de comando. Muitas informações, muitas decisões a serem tomadas, muito trabalho, muito tudo.<div><br /></div><div>Mas, enfim fiz contato novamente. É bom ouvir uma voz amiga. Nem que seja a nossa própria dizendo para ficar tranuilo, que tudo está bem...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-4004529970935397399?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIYtFovQAVMlBkARTQY8w8Fcbsw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIYtFovQAVMlBkARTQY8w8Fcbsw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIYtFovQAVMlBkARTQY8w8Fcbsw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tIYtFovQAVMlBkARTQY8w8Fcbsw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/8hKYM8R9oBA" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com1http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/08/huston.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1732863623989277398.post-84691392424680007542009-08-06T06:15:00.000-07:002009-08-06T06:19:14.464-07:002009-08-06T06:19:14.464-07:00É realmente foda depender de alguém. Ainda mais quando dinheiro está envolvido. Contas para pagar e compromissos a serem honrados são realmente uma grande merda. Pensei que conseguiria um trabalho extra para aumentar meus rendimentos. Só que no meio publicitário, você recebe por 40 horas semanais, mas as empresas acham que todo nosso tempo é delas. Como se não bastasse o fato de quem trabalha com criação acabar levando para casa muitos afazeres. Pois, não são raras as vezes que a saída para um problema aparece no seu café da manhã ou antes de ir deitar...<div><br /></div><div>Fazer o quê?</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1732863623989277398-8469139242468000754?l=originalversions.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div> <p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l431reMUYJ_fThl2jHWb_GTJqI/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l431reMUYJ_fThl2jHWb_GTJqI/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l431reMUYJ_fThl2jHWb_GTJqI/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/0l431reMUYJ_fThl2jHWb_GTJqI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OriginalVersions/~4/XP0ILv5I0aI" height="1" width="1"/>André Pupulinnoreply@blogger.com2http://originalversions.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-sad-but-true.html