http://piafraus.blogspot.com/Pia Frausennoreply@blogger.com (Pia Fraus)Tue, 14 Feb 2012 02:26:22 PSTBloggertag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580960308510010580797125noreply@blogger.comnoPia Fraushttp://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0/SusanaMartinshttp://feedburner.google.comhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~3/CnfV6sIfHZ8/filme-candy.htmldicafilmenoreply@blogger.com (Pia Fraus)Mon, 13 Feb 2012 03:40:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580960308510010580.post-22532794287391124242012-02-13T10:22:46.416-02:001<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mq-Mq8wW0r296OYTy00z1PUx1BQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mq-Mq8wW0r296OYTy00z1PUx1BQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mq-Mq8wW0r296OYTy00z1PUx1BQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mq-Mq8wW0r296OYTy00z1PUx1BQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Há ganhos que nos desgastam e nos destroem porque por mais que ganhamos não há satisfação... Nos arrastam para um abismo quase infinito de falta e dor. Há amores que nos acabam, amigos que nos...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Da ausência... Nada alheio, nada concreto... Do deserto, as cores eu fiz. Quando lhe tirei, adornei com...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Impressionante como sempre existe alguém que, em vários acertos, encontra um erro. Bem que as pessoas podiam elogiar com a...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?a=9RE0540Y9Zw:dT70_hmOLPU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~4/9RE0540Y9Zw" height="1" width="1"/>http://piafraus.blogspot.com/2012/02/blog-post.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~3/nCYz8lXUf_I/ops.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Pia Fraus)Tue, 31 Jan 2012 21:56:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580960308510010580.post-84843382189553520672012-02-01T04:22:47.475-02:003<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8q5ZnhsIOhKYz5WcY7A-H2yeRw/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8q5ZnhsIOhKYz5WcY7A-H2yeRw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8q5ZnhsIOhKYz5WcY7A-H2yeRw/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j8q5ZnhsIOhKYz5WcY7A-H2yeRw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Eu não tenho obssessão sentimental.&nbsp; Uma vez que desaparece o que eu sinto, logo me vem o esquecimento. Não sou prisioneira daquilo que passa. A minha memória é na medida do meu apego...Blog...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?a=g4eCWB-CsPE:Qp3K6fEYqNs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~4/g4eCWB-CsPE" height="1" width="1"/>http://piafraus.blogspot.com/2012/01/descanso.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~3/qPW622G9gXY/nostalgia.htmlbobajadanoreply@blogger.com (Pia Fraus)Fri, 27 Jan 2012 18:30:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580960308510010580.post-86237194154729811202012-01-28T00:36:45.577-02:003<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d4e_eqzBQv6apXIcX66dV2v78hQ/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d4e_eqzBQv6apXIcX66dV2v78hQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d4e_eqzBQv6apXIcX66dV2v78hQ/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d4e_eqzBQv6apXIcX66dV2v78hQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Emergiu do absurdo e desconexo; presente sem solução diante do velho perigo. Não posso, não devo, não quero. Mesmo folheando o antigo prefiro a outra página de um novo livro.&nbsp; Amo como quem...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Era uma fuga implacável e sublime porque...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Abaixo, as principais categorias: Melhor filmeOs DescendentesA Árvore da VidaHistórias CruzadasA Invenção de Hugo CabretO Homem Que Mudou o...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Uma hora o tempo passa e vai embora em cada passo... Uma hora... talvez duas, escondem nos segundos o momento que...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Precisamos de mais saúde... Cadê a célula "T"?&nbsp;&nbsp;Precisamos de mais imunidade e disseram que sorrir gera mais células assim.... Também precisamos nos livrar...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?a=bmw_Y_B4WQQ:d-pM3-b9ukc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~4/bmw_Y_B4WQQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://piafraus.blogspot.com/2012/01/robert-doisneau.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~3/v_aSu-xMfew/dimensao.htmlbobajadanoreply@blogger.com (Pia Fraus)Thu, 12 Jan 2012 12:23:00 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6580960308510010580.post-76247864125715176112012-01-12T18:23:30.508-02:003<p><a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O44IJQ65OafQzimZo9pN6QChiGk/0/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O44IJQ65OafQzimZo9pN6QChiGk/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a><br/> <a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O44IJQ65OafQzimZo9pN6QChiGk/1/da"><img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/O44IJQ65OafQzimZo9pN6QChiGk/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"></img></a></p>Eu sou do tamanho do seu olhar.&nbsp;Blog Pia Fraus<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Agora que não dá, é. Blog Pia Fraus<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Será que nos atravessa?&nbsp; Um vício,...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Vasculhava cada página até encontrar o grifo: " Como uma pessoa fica tão vazia? - perguntou a si mesmo: Quem...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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A arte parece ser a que mais sofre esta desassociação. Quando a arte não vem com a notoriedade - ou seja, quando o artista não é famoso - é...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Novo? Mas, o que é novo se até o reflexo que se vê no espelho é a decodificação, no presente, da imagem passada? Assim, o existir é caráter do...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Há obras cinematográficas que resistem ao tempo. "Camille" ou "A Dama das Camélias" faz parte dessa categoria. O filme é uma adaptação do romance de...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Esqueceu que decidiu ser um jardim de pedras. Entre o concreto e o cinza faltava-lhe colorir. &nbsp;O pouco tempo era eterno instante sem cor... e de nada podia...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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É muito difícil, quase injusto, encarar o infinito e ter de optar por uma única possibilidade. Blog Pia Fraus<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. 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Era bobagem dar atenção ao pretérito - e eu que no futuro já vivia.&nbsp; Não tinha coerência com a conjugação, nem com os tempos. Era só desabafo das...<br/> <br/> [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, and more! ]]<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?a=JLgEFhbjneQ:FGV2HWNSO_E:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/SusanaMartins?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SusanaMartins/~4/JLgEFhbjneQ" height="1" width="1"/>http://piafraus.blogspot.com/2011/12/bobagem.htmlnonadult