NUA EM PALAVRAS......noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 8 Nov 2024 12:14:57 -0300Blogger http://www.blogger.com148125http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/en-usnonoreply@blogger.comesquece.........http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/04/esquece.htmlMario Quintana....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 23 Apr 2012 17:33:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-9079448453746454266<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zzu9UfNedKdk-pGSL80hVxwa6L2ka0nSvYxBQCCf8Pkp-mpR40wNRCUm05ag_0xJ5vbM5f5QJSpNm_dxlAxkA-v_XBziTuBfud6DVVz8ODpqNtmyTCrLuew3KYhGiGoVTWl_s2WkcTh9/s1600/lunapic_131813836158780_9.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2zzu9UfNedKdk-pGSL80hVxwa6L2ka0nSvYxBQCCf8Pkp-mpR40wNRCUm05ag_0xJ5vbM5f5QJSpNm_dxlAxkA-v_XBziTuBfud6DVVz8ODpqNtmyTCrLuew3KYhGiGoVTWl_s2WkcTh9/s400/lunapic_131813836158780_9.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734697501116941138" /></a><br /><br />Esquece... <br />todos <br />os <br />poemas <br />que <br />fizeste...<br />Que <br />cada <br />poema <br />seja <br />o <br />número <br />um...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mario Quintana....,1não te irrites....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/04/nao-te-irrites.htmlMario Quintana....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 23 Apr 2012 17:30:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-7194233817993176626<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJYJFy1bdCcKJBMQqo23jFsRax_Y9VAz_hHHJLVwkS4AcgDtXX6EGeVhBC-uQvkw59GhlUkvYCEvwhAZOz5Aqaq0YelkN-zx3eSEeFyYI7WETQZRzs6zGKLdSCDp1STgxV5xTPjebM_xM/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_62.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJYJFy1bdCcKJBMQqo23jFsRax_Y9VAz_hHHJLVwkS4AcgDtXX6EGeVhBC-uQvkw59GhlUkvYCEvwhAZOz5Aqaq0YelkN-zx3eSEeFyYI7WETQZRzs6zGKLdSCDp1STgxV5xTPjebM_xM/s400/lunapic_131699583018037_62.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734696848618052882" /></a><br /><br />Não <br />te irrites, <br />por <br />mais que <br />te <br />fizerem...<br /> Estuda, <br />a frio, <br />o coração alheio.<br /> Farás, <br />assim, do mal <br />que <br />eles te querem,<br /> Teu <br />mais amável e sutil <br />recreio...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mario Quintana....0respostas...perguntas...http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/04/respostasperguntas.htmlMario Quintana....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Mon, 23 Apr 2012 17:27:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-6002697641945065624<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f34b2mc3o4puh0OYxTRwePYXYqNNcDP5VEw8SXcTZ3W9J61qtivCepa7Jr7Lt3InuSWSZhbMEYfLdJhc9I3OlWzBjPzBif5UceqFTHfgcMfJ-vCTc_C1bcPGslKQnkrcvmVTb3YJqY5E/s1600/lunapic_131554645053541_35.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9f34b2mc3o4puh0OYxTRwePYXYqNNcDP5VEw8SXcTZ3W9J61qtivCepa7Jr7Lt3InuSWSZhbMEYfLdJhc9I3OlWzBjPzBif5UceqFTHfgcMfJ-vCTc_C1bcPGslKQnkrcvmVTb3YJqY5E/s400/lunapic_131554645053541_35.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5734696091451768466" /></a><br /><br />A <br />resposta <br />certa, <br />não importa <br />nada....<br />o essencial <br />é que <br />as <br />perguntas <br />estejam <br />certas....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Mário Quintana0acaso.......http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/acaso.htmloutros...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:18:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-4247492310263458414<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hRVE_dFwL5sHmH99iwHZ87wpSwQ86NVrCruDPlHs5Eo9eAbJzIQzh_PI3LfkZhCssiKX8KJl8qkEhzhrp7NDh2wPUAeSKDNaJi7roAwvuQXspT4yAnsVtqJDPRKzKYJRFLYfwUxdv-dt/s1600/55457_120152508046956_100001566230106_142690_6535602_o.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hRVE_dFwL5sHmH99iwHZ87wpSwQ86NVrCruDPlHs5Eo9eAbJzIQzh_PI3LfkZhCssiKX8KJl8qkEhzhrp7NDh2wPUAeSKDNaJi7roAwvuQXspT4yAnsVtqJDPRKzKYJRFLYfwUxdv-dt/s400/55457_120152508046956_100001566230106_142690_6535602_o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725725581099572754" /></a><br /><br /><br />Aquilo <br /> a que chamamos <br /> acaso <br /> não <br /> é, <br /> não <br /> pode <br /> deixar <br /> de <br /> ser, <br /> senão a <br /> causa <br /> ignorada de <br /> um <br /> efeito <br /> conhecido....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Voltaire0não joga....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/nao-joga.htmloutros...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:15:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-2401851791014791555<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ_J3h06Tw_WuJu7E2P_WTa_eW2Ic7tP4ZC2xC88p87EMnFc5EJTL6rI1dNH6fdac-kmFPGnnW19GZmVlFS4gHn5eEDeI68iCtQEqnDJh4lwE_7HxQVW8Q55WIQq34sACKqEZWhPWQKgN/s1600/375993_231595596919467_100002070846075_542530_362892484_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJJ_J3h06Tw_WuJu7E2P_WTa_eW2Ic7tP4ZC2xC88p87EMnFc5EJTL6rI1dNH6fdac-kmFPGnnW19GZmVlFS4gHn5eEDeI68iCtQEqnDJh4lwE_7HxQVW8Q55WIQq34sACKqEZWhPWQKgN/s400/375993_231595596919467_100002070846075_542530_362892484_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725725032220087954" /></a><br /><br /><br />Deus...<br /> não <br /> joga <br />aos <br /> d<br />a<br />d<br />o<br />s<br />.<br />.<br />.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Albert Einstein0quem????????http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/quem.htmlClarice Lispector...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:13:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-2875221978717773997<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4_lWApeS_kWovITffYqdLRF_kg3JEC1htQJx6cgeXgCkVcSPY8tPDutqMQZX7hW23S3cl-EnUX7Q4YCj39U4xsxedL675v-r14JfCBCknavspODIel19g7x0VvmbAah1CjbQEWY2E0Q9/s1600/395021_231593846919642_100002070846075_542481_1868099553_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb4_lWApeS_kWovITffYqdLRF_kg3JEC1htQJx6cgeXgCkVcSPY8tPDutqMQZX7hW23S3cl-EnUX7Q4YCj39U4xsxedL675v-r14JfCBCknavspODIel19g7x0VvmbAah1CjbQEWY2E0Q9/s400/395021_231593846919642_100002070846075_542481_1868099553_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725724454995973042" /></a><br /><br /><br />Quem <br /> não <br /> é <br /> um <br /> acaso <br /> na <br /> vida?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Clarice Lispector0não....DEUS não existe....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/naodeus-nao-existe.htmlMario Quintana....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 13:08:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-660053136073028974<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaFvAGPY7O4EtZHrdQAyPT92lD_dVwKYV7W3DCfA8vgADD4wE-6RopG7_nXllD2xo6nIvDoVyrQ_5kN5FnI2ukZpQ8H_ckCAt8wNQH8HM05dialHypmPalZ5PxnnbLJuhUlFlz3Sc1LS4/s1600/162763_115866045151982_111619788909941_124046_3814715_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsaFvAGPY7O4EtZHrdQAyPT92lD_dVwKYV7W3DCfA8vgADD4wE-6RopG7_nXllD2xo6nIvDoVyrQ_5kN5FnI2ukZpQ8H_ckCAt8wNQH8HM05dialHypmPalZ5PxnnbLJuhUlFlz3Sc1LS4/s400/162763_115866045151982_111619788909941_124046_3814715_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725723939319407394" /></a><br /><br /><br />A mosca, <br /> a debater-se: <br /> "Não! <br /> Deus não existe!<br /> Somente <br /> o Acaso rege a <br /> terrena <br /> existência."<br /> A <br /> Aranha: <br /> "Glória a Ti, <br /> Divina Providência,<br /> Que <br /> à minha humilde <br /> teia <br /> essa mosca <br /> atraíste!..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Mário Quintana0espelhos....sonhos....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/espelhossonhos.htmloutros...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 12:41:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-3584122107048435076<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLVu3ayrAkb6wdYYBQPYWoNagGusmg9FcE2xSePEQUaRcFmmovId8UxjZ-MQ_A_Op2YEaAVqUuR2g6YqCMmHQOQ3JXirovKthDlx-sABAJRepYx99jng7z1V6iYV21lfjv4hpAn_0Zl_D/s1600/165538_154540017930035_142925982424772_336833_4028153_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivLVu3ayrAkb6wdYYBQPYWoNagGusmg9FcE2xSePEQUaRcFmmovId8UxjZ-MQ_A_Op2YEaAVqUuR2g6YqCMmHQOQ3JXirovKthDlx-sABAJRepYx99jng7z1V6iYV21lfjv4hpAn_0Zl_D/s400/165538_154540017930035_142925982424772_336833_4028153_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725716006156646450" /></a><br /><br />O espelho <br /> e os <br /> sonhos <br />são <br /> coisas <br /> semelhantes, <br /> é como <br /> a imagem do <br /> homem <br /> diante <br /> de <br /> si <br /> próprio....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> José Saramago0possivel..........http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/possivel.htmloutros...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 12:23:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-4279277504733105835<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcfTcGGdLZT_UNgeEhIJ7JiKIBOF7Mx7Ig2B_VJt2t1JCpzB8lFZzODROgLVad0Hwkt36eiO4LN7gbTvaQWOIXK3hxmyybxEjSx9HC2CIsoHRaqM1qpX_4T8UTp-exinLYzGCXHZiT8T7/s1600/163632_477981102946_75936107946_6071930_5384427_n.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFcfTcGGdLZT_UNgeEhIJ7JiKIBOF7Mx7Ig2B_VJt2t1JCpzB8lFZzODROgLVad0Hwkt36eiO4LN7gbTvaQWOIXK3hxmyybxEjSx9HC2CIsoHRaqM1qpX_4T8UTp-exinLYzGCXHZiT8T7/s400/163632_477981102946_75936107946_6071930_5384427_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725714752319278562" /></a><br />Não <br /> saber <br /> é <br /> o que torna <br /> nossa <br /> vida <br /> possível....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> Lya Luft0ha.........silencios....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/03/hasilencios.htmlClarice Lispector...noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Fri, 30 Mar 2012 12:15:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-9046801601238459275<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietJPQNCgeL6qtXie8-2Ngs5rRd9razHfW_FZbiYiUkuzERMVCwM6te320MwuaRr4UpXkHh23p8rIahGWI3HR1tDsQwYpLSQS7V4grcTQD3_jIRElzLty9GuGSYC6yMR7IU79ueAO1_LgQ/s1600/1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEietJPQNCgeL6qtXie8-2Ngs5rRd9razHfW_FZbiYiUkuzERMVCwM6te320MwuaRr4UpXkHh23p8rIahGWI3HR1tDsQwYpLSQS7V4grcTQD3_jIRElzLty9GuGSYC6yMR7IU79ueAO1_LgQ/s400/1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725710909295964578" /></a><br />Há <br /> um silêncio dentro <br /> de <br /> mim. <br /> E esse silêncio tem <br /> sido <br /> a fonte de minhas <br /> palavras. ...<br /> Escrever é procurar <br /> entender, <br /> é procurar reproduzir o <br /> irreproduzível, <br /> é sentir <br /> até <br /> o último fim o<br /> sentimento <br /> que <br /> permaneceria apenas <br /> vago <br /> e sufocador....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> CLispector0sou boorboleta amarela....e voltei foi pra ficar.....http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2012/02/sou-boorboleta-amarelae-voltei-foi-pra.htmlFatima j zuanetti....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Thu, 9 Feb 2012 11:27:00 -0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-4978671741141851982<embed allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never" enablejavascript="false" height="600" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /> <div> <a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"></a></div> <br /> acordei <br /> com borboletas a <br /> sair <br /> pelos olhos.....<br /> ja <br /> bolinaram meu <br /> estomago...<br /> inflaram veias....<br /> chegaram <br /> a bater suas asas no <br /> orgão <br /> que pulsa....<br /> e por <br /> um bom tempo <br /> adormeceram....<br /> eis que <br /> mais de repente....<br /> o casulo <br /> eclodiu.....<br /> <embed allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never" enablejavascript="false" height="600" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /> <div> <a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"></a></div> <br /> foram-se todas as <br /> magoas....<br /> pensamentos ruins.....<br /> ficaram <br /> os momentos doces.....<br /> que <br /> enluarada<br /> habitavam em mim....<br /> são estes <br /> que deixaram marcar <br /> tatuadas <br /> no pulsar da minha <br /> respiração<br /> asas amarelas ....<br /> voando <br /> pela imencidão do ar....<br /> <embed allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never" enablejavascript="false" height="600" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /> <div> <a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"></a></div> <br /> asas afiadas <br /> querendo tudo contornar...<br /> externou <br /> meu interior....<br /> aquilo <br /> que jazia em mim....<br /> escancaram <br /> todas janelas...<br /> abriram meus olhos....<br /> estes <br /> que fechados ...<br /> para dar tempo ao <br /> tempo....<br /> iluminar a visão á meu <br /> alcance....<br /> enxergar alen das <br /> ausencias em <br /> atos.....<br /> palavras.....<br /> pois o silencio era <br /> cortante....<br /> e habitava entre nós.....<br /> céus e mares....<br /> estou <br /> a gritar....<br /> escutem.....<br /> <embed allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never" enablejavascript="false" height="600" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /> <div> <a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"></a></div> <br /> sou borboleta amarela.....<br /> depois <br /> de muito tempo como <br /> gaivota magoada....<br /> voando <br /> sobre oceanos.....<br /> voltei <br /> e foi para <br /> ficar.....<br /> <br /> <embed allownetworking="internal" allowscriptaccess="never" enablejavascript="false" height="600" src="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/Butterfly.swf?nr=6&amp;type1=0&amp;type2=3&amp;type3=1&amp;type4=4&amp;type5=5&amp;type6=2" width="600" wmode="transparent"></embed><br /> <div> <a href="http://www.crazyprofile.com/butterfly/butterflies.asp" target="_blank"></a></div> <br /> <br /> <br /> fatima j zuanetti........0<link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/fico-com-medo.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 10:24:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-7130674350102485295</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6EWwRMMPxsdIxTIPXr-yU8qQCcrwYtoM1CfDqEAEn_Guz-ck52P3zJBMIV8_1PnXod1zXh6ISizLOzXhUgkIINAyuiSljdBvOZhKLKp-ZL361Ad0OxLX8yHa6pChPEXeWIPSTvJqCgOK/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_59+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6EWwRMMPxsdIxTIPXr-yU8qQCcrwYtoM1CfDqEAEn_Guz-ck52P3zJBMIV8_1PnXod1zXh6ISizLOzXhUgkIINAyuiSljdBvOZhKLKp-ZL361Ad0OxLX8yHa6pChPEXeWIPSTvJqCgOK/s400/lunapic_131699583018037_59+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658885842767728610" /></a><br />Fico<br />com medo.<br />Mas<br />o coração<br />bate...<br />O amor inexplicável<br />faz<br />o coração<br />bater<br />mais depressa.<br />A garantia<br />única<br />é que eu<br />nasci.<br />Tu<br />és uma forma de<br />ser<br />eu,<br />e eu uma<br />forma<br />de te ser....<br />Eis<br />os limites de<br />minha<br />possibilidade....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI6EWwRMMPxsdIxTIPXr-yU8qQCcrwYtoM1CfDqEAEn_Guz-ck52P3zJBMIV8_1PnXod1zXh6ISizLOzXhUgkIINAyuiSljdBvOZhKLKp-ZL361Ad0OxLX8yHa6pChPEXeWIPSTvJqCgOK/s72-c/lunapic_131699583018037_59+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1+como+Objeto+Inteligente-1.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/amanheci-em-colera.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 10:11:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-5679509445251096309</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58uDf_FzRcpas8dtFMP3knUS13DBre2tD0fiJurhSJbZV1StzfnULGYFLWOQgzC8kXVdVq9luCndfnVeW0Tml2kUE4HbjS1-C-9F1njanOkcoX0upUiiHu1-jnea5YVDLGGQAkVJ2WOw6/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_86.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58uDf_FzRcpas8dtFMP3knUS13DBre2tD0fiJurhSJbZV1StzfnULGYFLWOQgzC8kXVdVq9luCndfnVeW0Tml2kUE4HbjS1-C-9F1njanOkcoX0upUiiHu1-jnea5YVDLGGQAkVJ2WOw6/s400/lunapic_131699583018037_86.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658882560811770018" /></a><br />Amanheci<br />em cólera....<br />Não,<br />não....<br />o mundo não me<br />agrada.<br />A maioria das<br />pessoas<br />estão mortas e<br />não<br />sabem,<br />ou estão vivas<br />com charlatanismo.<br />E o amor,<br />em vez de dar,<br />exige.<br />E quem gosta de<br />nós<br />quer que sejamos<br />alguma<br />coisa de que eles<br />precisam.<br />Mentir<br />dá remorso.<br />E não mentir é um<br />dom<br />que o mundo não<br />merece...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh58uDf_FzRcpas8dtFMP3knUS13DBre2tD0fiJurhSJbZV1StzfnULGYFLWOQgzC8kXVdVq9luCndfnVeW0Tml2kUE4HbjS1-C-9F1njanOkcoX0upUiiHu1-jnea5YVDLGGQAkVJ2WOw6/s72-c/lunapic_131699583018037_86.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/estava-permanentemente-ocupada-em.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 09:46:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-3031450400124650199</guid><description><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkxnzYH5Putpyd0F3oLO2hXoi2IQIScl-FACLUeGTS1cGc_1F1dsmr_kN7dcxyvNWo7Bpq-AduuPNtdTNUdv9XiA99n-_eaONLuOduNSZVpdhkoimJ_AmOFJsM80BR5u-F3NVKaFeVlm_/s1600/lunapic_13174739461261_7.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkxnzYH5Putpyd0F3oLO2hXoi2IQIScl-FACLUeGTS1cGc_1F1dsmr_kN7dcxyvNWo7Bpq-AduuPNtdTNUdv9XiA99n-_eaONLuOduNSZVpdhkoimJ_AmOFJsM80BR5u-F3NVKaFeVlm_/s400/lunapic_13174739461261_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658876699161625362" /></a><br />Estava <br />permanentemente <br />ocupada <br />em querer e não <br />querer <br />ser <br />o que eu <br />era...<br />não me decidia <br />por <br />qual de <br />mim...<br />toda é que nao <br />podia <br />ser...<br />ter nascido era <br />cheio <br />de erros a <br />corrigir. <br />Só <br />tinha tempo de <br />crescer. <br />O que eu fazia para <br />todos <br />os lados, <br />com uma falta de <br />graça <br />que mais parecia o <br />resultado <br />de um erro de <br />cálculo. <br />Na minha pressa <br />eu <br />crescia <br />sem <br />saber <br />pra <br />onde....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzkxnzYH5Putpyd0F3oLO2hXoi2IQIScl-FACLUeGTS1cGc_1F1dsmr_kN7dcxyvNWo7Bpq-AduuPNtdTNUdv9XiA99n-_eaONLuOduNSZVpdhkoimJ_AmOFJsM80BR5u-F3NVKaFeVlm_/s72-c/lunapic_13174739461261_7.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total 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src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ey_Xpo82_1g8cEB5ib2wV7icbNyVB7JqK6twcBmOviV4QgXMEZ6YOAe07x9Umt1rbPNGMz_9XqwGXaSICvKHBGd-XgfndwqLxNzcuYD7TczSadXM6uMlN5SKSmP4-PsBrNnjGeGdjbnM/s400/lunapic_131745756951752_54.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659180702295390610" /></a><br /><br />...<br />Se<br />uma pessoa perguntar<br />durante<br />meia hora<br />"eu",<br />essa pessoa se<br />esquece quem<br />é....<br />Outras<br />podem enlouquecer.<br />É mais<br />seguro não fazer<br />jamais<br />perguntas....<br />porque<br />nunca se atinge o<br />âmago<br />de uma resposta.<br />E porque<br />a resposta traz em<br />si<br />outra<br />pergunta....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ey_Xpo82_1g8cEB5ib2wV7icbNyVB7JqK6twcBmOviV4QgXMEZ6YOAe07x9Umt1rbPNGMz_9XqwGXaSICvKHBGd-XgfndwqLxNzcuYD7TczSadXM6uMlN5SKSmP4-PsBrNnjGeGdjbnM/s72-c/lunapic_131745756951752_54.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/chegando-em-casa-nao-comecei-ler.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 09:27:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-2098514404713337122</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsi9rORJTohX-FBJBfes9wvELRhSNdZ-71TQZUpeuowXu5bPpj2rahkJfUR_OTYY3EbFU5Oro2Mv_GjA5JsRUiV-TdyV1jZ-tbtbMI0Yb6SmvgA5ni5a194gj7vMhMRAJW9eCUnAoESZk/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_8.gif" onblur="try 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url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilsi9rORJTohX-FBJBfes9wvELRhSNdZ-71TQZUpeuowXu5bPpj2rahkJfUR_OTYY3EbFU5Oro2Mv_GjA5JsRUiV-TdyV1jZ-tbtbMI0Yb6SmvgA5ni5a194gj7vMhMRAJW9eCUnAoESZk/s72-c/lunapic_131699583018037_8.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/harmonia-secreta-da-desarmonia.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 09:24:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-1845045654374401880</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1LK_wdacMdAhY_5TfsOd9zQqGf7huZ_l3kH03URkVfibG40QflhPPprK30_7jVdi80TdnVELYiGUoILp60gCMVy-10ZyZAHWQFpxveAerh5gCrnNkIH_XqU9GIYlkRFcRI4ww-yavCAG/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_69.gif" onblur="try 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url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt1LK_wdacMdAhY_5TfsOd9zQqGf7huZ_l3kH03URkVfibG40QflhPPprK30_7jVdi80TdnVELYiGUoILp60gCMVy-10ZyZAHWQFpxveAerh5gCrnNkIH_XqU9GIYlkRFcRI4ww-yavCAG/s72-c/lunapic_131699583018037_69.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/escrevo-porque-encontro-nisso-um-prazer.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 09:14:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-3509676104767322249</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zP-hRdWPTrS86w1ZKBez98fwoSaXHypNmca-Op2Jjc7mBard7AtuvVj7pkW0FxC6oTObHfqK3krHhrZMoBxwYvEUPGU46xnvE0ZQVAsfYBjQzXtdUoqXjFNBMzMMmSMnigkYJAVzMHkY/s1600/lunapic_131699583018037_53.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zP-hRdWPTrS86w1ZKBez98fwoSaXHypNmca-Op2Jjc7mBard7AtuvVj7pkW0FxC6oTObHfqK3krHhrZMoBxwYvEUPGU46xnvE0ZQVAsfYBjQzXtdUoqXjFNBMzMMmSMnigkYJAVzMHkY/s400/lunapic_131699583018037_53.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658867942398343538" /></a><br />Escrevo<br />porque encontro<br />nisso<br />um prazer que não<br />consigo<br />traduzir.....<br />Não<br />sou pretensiosa.<br />Escrevo para<br />mim..<br />para que eu<br />sinta<br />a minha alma<br />falando<br />e cantando,<br />às<br />vezes<br />chorando.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector...</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7zP-hRdWPTrS86w1ZKBez98fwoSaXHypNmca-Op2Jjc7mBard7AtuvVj7pkW0FxC6oTObHfqK3krHhrZMoBxwYvEUPGU46xnvE0ZQVAsfYBjQzXtdUoqXjFNBMzMMmSMnigkYJAVzMHkY/s72-c/lunapic_131699583018037_53.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/10/menos-que-soubesse-para-o-que.html</link><category>Clarice Lispector...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 2 Oct 2011 09:03:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-7406984713399777045</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQWnpdRqu9zSt3faFr3SiKCCf7WP6T6wHjdTWujkY9Qf_8LJtoJ-Li2_HLqBJxUMrgmLAHNfypSt9sPTonuCN06F1Vo9ZpVCwCxc3rsUc-klJfIE2R0nCVfMLeRkJgziEJCszuKyc5Xe7/s1600/lunapic_131555133137081_75.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQWnpdRqu9zSt3faFr3SiKCCf7WP6T6wHjdTWujkY9Qf_8LJtoJ-Li2_HLqBJxUMrgmLAHNfypSt9sPTonuCN06F1Vo9ZpVCwCxc3rsUc-klJfIE2R0nCVfMLeRkJgziEJCszuKyc5Xe7/s400/lunapic_131555133137081_75.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658865163510551650" /></a><br />A menos<br />que<br />soubesse para o<br />quê...<br />Estou desorganizada<br />porque<br />perdi<br />o que não<br />precisava?<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Clarice Lispector</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLQWnpdRqu9zSt3faFr3SiKCCf7WP6T6wHjdTWujkY9Qf_8LJtoJ-Li2_HLqBJxUMrgmLAHNfypSt9sPTonuCN06F1Vo9ZpVCwCxc3rsUc-klJfIE2R0nCVfMLeRkJgziEJCszuKyc5Xe7/s72-c/lunapic_131555133137081_75.gif" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/08/so-ha-duas-maneiras-de-viver-vida.html</link><category>outros...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Aug 2011 00:07:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-5005712947172462907</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLkbH1K2aDrCeiTpzJEOB1X8vyt98YlSg783zgZq8MFpJoJziob4unEUUqA4h2zfivjVpO1bcVfDwovfbiF1j2VrHn68RreRGco5PCHaMjmkS24Ow5WpKonWdoF3mSuL4DEarOf7kCPzT/s1600/65800_162783750431909_100001008547044_309747_7288847_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLkbH1K2aDrCeiTpzJEOB1X8vyt98YlSg783zgZq8MFpJoJziob4unEUUqA4h2zfivjVpO1bcVfDwovfbiF1j2VrHn68RreRGco5PCHaMjmkS24Ow5WpKonWdoF3mSuL4DEarOf7kCPzT/s400/65800_162783750431909_100001008547044_309747_7288847_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637945692648223442" /></a><br />Só<br />há duas maneiras de<br />viver a<br />vida...<br />a primeira é<br />vivê-la como se os<br />milagres<br />não existissem.<br />A segunda<br />é vivê-la<br />como se tudo fosse<br />milagre.....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Albert Einstein</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBLkbH1K2aDrCeiTpzJEOB1X8vyt98YlSg783zgZq8MFpJoJziob4unEUUqA4h2zfivjVpO1bcVfDwovfbiF1j2VrHn68RreRGco5PCHaMjmkS24Ow5WpKonWdoF3mSuL4DEarOf7kCPzT/s72-c/65800_162783750431909_100001008547044_309747_7288847_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/08/voce-diz-que-ama-chuva-mas-voce-abre.html</link><category>William Shakespeare...</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Sun, 7 Aug 2011 00:05:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-6620842736792273475</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuD7INizJ5aMCz4ZnjmAS_y6mjh0nwVdtN-wLvNUSSH1r9vEGUX__DimCYKWJ-D79-vZVsNA_vs8NocX6veFjA3XpEGvwPxMxQaDVA-CWL4DIGSAcNgx1AqQJZM4S6OhadE8Y_V5XFFsY/s1600/271182_182524805143059_100001566230106_488132_3603474_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuD7INizJ5aMCz4ZnjmAS_y6mjh0nwVdtN-wLvNUSSH1r9vEGUX__DimCYKWJ-D79-vZVsNA_vs8NocX6veFjA3XpEGvwPxMxQaDVA-CWL4DIGSAcNgx1AqQJZM4S6OhadE8Y_V5XFFsY/s400/271182_182524805143059_100001566230106_488132_3603474_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637945190072597858" /></a><br />Você<br />diz que ama a<br />chuva,<br />mas você abre seu<br />guarda-chuva<br />quando<br />chove....<br />Você diz que ama<br />o sol,<br />mas você procura um<br />ponto<br />de sombra quando o<br />sol brilha.<br />Você diz que ama o<br />vento,<br />mas você fecha as<br />janelas<br />quando o vento<br />sopra.<br />É por isso que<br />eu<br />tenho medo....<br />Você<br />também diz que<br />me ama....<br /><br /><br />William Shakespeare</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQuD7INizJ5aMCz4ZnjmAS_y6mjh0nwVdtN-wLvNUSSH1r9vEGUX__DimCYKWJ-D79-vZVsNA_vs8NocX6veFjA3XpEGvwPxMxQaDVA-CWL4DIGSAcNgx1AqQJZM4S6OhadE8Y_V5XFFsY/s72-c/271182_182524805143059_100001566230106_488132_3603474_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/08/nao-facilite-com-palavra-amor.html</link><category>Carlos Drummond de Andrade....</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 5 Aug 2011 09:16:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-8643207955596940003</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8Yu9DFMQTEm4BemxFXTLfZ1pEsC5hsIrIRcyvl87nY6p80bYvv_MxP28ddZ4yGU1GaVHm4YCT4txgtSN8nhPsqVr6eGYza6MdpOWbhJszrZUAYMYJR91kthJVYaJq_p755jH0A3nas9g/s1600/281956_227791947265436_155236521187646_747353_4892059_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8Yu9DFMQTEm4BemxFXTLfZ1pEsC5hsIrIRcyvl87nY6p80bYvv_MxP28ddZ4yGU1GaVHm4YCT4txgtSN8nhPsqVr6eGYza6MdpOWbhJszrZUAYMYJR91kthJVYaJq_p755jH0A3nas9g/s400/281956_227791947265436_155236521187646_747353_4892059_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637345879272821282" /></a><br />Não<br />facilite com a<br />palavra<br />amor.<br />Não<br />a jogue no<br />espaço,<br />bolha de sabão.<br />Não<br />se inebrie com o seu<br />engalanado<br />som.<br />Não a empregue<br />sem razão<br />acima<br />de toda a razão.<br />Não<br />brinque,<br />não<br />experimente,<br />não<br />cometa a loucura sem<br />remissão<br />de espalhar aos<br />quatro ventos<br />do mundo<br />essa palavra<br />que é toda sigilo e<br />nudez,<br />perfeição e<br />exílio na<br />Terra.<br />Não<br />a pronuncie em<br />vão....<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ8Yu9DFMQTEm4BemxFXTLfZ1pEsC5hsIrIRcyvl87nY6p80bYvv_MxP28ddZ4yGU1GaVHm4YCT4txgtSN8nhPsqVr6eGYza6MdpOWbhJszrZUAYMYJR91kthJVYaJq_p755jH0A3nas9g/s72-c/281956_227791947265436_155236521187646_747353_4892059_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/08/lembrete.html</link><category>Carlos Drummond de Andrade....</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Fri, 5 Aug 2011 09:11:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-2208077306013607211</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiF-Q5XQzwVqT67u4G0beAr9N6zL1Lol9s6kI9dFYIM1yqnfAcB2U2YVdHtgVRfxv6o_2oXeSoTKfJ5oAbE2gp0Wjwu4k4mjyHRkX81-elSQDZFqVr31a7xkw1WWY-gcA-3qFlXZiUBixi/s1600/181519_151239351604547_100001554507648_338395_4175827_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiF-Q5XQzwVqT67u4G0beAr9N6zL1Lol9s6kI9dFYIM1yqnfAcB2U2YVdHtgVRfxv6o_2oXeSoTKfJ5oAbE2gp0Wjwu4k4mjyHRkX81-elSQDZFqVr31a7xkw1WWY-gcA-3qFlXZiUBixi/s400/181519_151239351604547_100001554507648_338395_4175827_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637344191775933730" /></a><br />Lembrete...<br />Se<br />procurar bem,<br />você<br />acaba encontrando...<br />não<br />a explicação duvidosa<br />da vida,<br />mas<br />a poesia<br />inexplicável<br />da vida..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Carlos Drummond de Andrade.</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiF-Q5XQzwVqT67u4G0beAr9N6zL1Lol9s6kI9dFYIM1yqnfAcB2U2YVdHtgVRfxv6o_2oXeSoTKfJ5oAbE2gp0Wjwu4k4mjyHRkX81-elSQDZFqVr31a7xkw1WWY-gcA-3qFlXZiUBixi/s72-c/181519_151239351604547_100001554507648_338395_4175827_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/07/oceano-de-lagrimas-tantas.html</link><category>Fatima j zuanetti....</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2011 13:09:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-166943996263959470</guid><description><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwzpedc2E8zBccDiB6c7wesw8mcJScHgsR3AKIMAILCxr7hzeovfOdgA5qaUCV0tdp1r-gH07x9CnGsCIQQTa3jxIEZfUdxQFtA86Fup9y-NMWgg5yqFl7T18Ptf9cyupVIE3Iez6WaWy/s1600/165637958_1599363_20760973.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwzpedc2E8zBccDiB6c7wesw8mcJScHgsR3AKIMAILCxr7hzeovfOdgA5qaUCV0tdp1r-gH07x9CnGsCIQQTa3jxIEZfUdxQFtA86Fup9y-NMWgg5yqFl7T18Ptf9cyupVIE3Iez6WaWy/s400/165637958_1599363_20760973.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633695258192667026" /></a><br />oceano<br />de lágrimas<br />tantas...<br />inseguro foi o<br />laço...<br />os nós que<br />desatamos...<br />dos beijos que não<br />trocamos<br />dos gritos que<br />gritamos<br />no silêncio na alma<br />sonhamos...<br />infinito na distância que<br />havia<br />alem do oceano.</description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOwzpedc2E8zBccDiB6c7wesw8mcJScHgsR3AKIMAILCxr7hzeovfOdgA5qaUCV0tdp1r-gH07x9CnGsCIQQTa3jxIEZfUdxQFtA86Fup9y-NMWgg5yqFl7T18Ptf9cyupVIE3Iez6WaWy/s72-c/165637958_1599363_20760973.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>a gritar por ti.........http://nuaempalavrasfatimazuanetti.blogspot.com/2011/07/nudes-ilusoria-ruidos-de-maos.htmlFatima j zuanetti....noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)Tue, 26 Jul 2011 12:53:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5733033600534533296.post-3007541561520279031<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aiHFsy-oPo3HU-ue8KA1yf2RvO2Ob_ZrsNfiAPG1MhoJi01AlWpwbjaNj_lYncsCLQpvLvCQ5zhGnVZAwG3VSoCv_i7H4oiNVd59LYi9bgr3LPGAcM7-1u8SqDg_alFLtengtIJeViMr/s1600/165637958_1672197_20760441.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 700px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6aiHFsy-oPo3HU-ue8KA1yf2RvO2Ob_ZrsNfiAPG1MhoJi01AlWpwbjaNj_lYncsCLQpvLvCQ5zhGnVZAwG3VSoCv_i7H4oiNVd59LYi9bgr3LPGAcM7-1u8SqDg_alFLtengtIJeViMr/s400/165637958_1672197_20760441.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633692131085146386" /></a><br />nudes ilusória<br />ruídos de<br />mãos...<br />arrepios no<br />quadril..<br />gemidos sonolentos<br />passos ...<br />calafrios....<br />Solidão no<br />interior....<br />Um ser...<br />invisível...<br />Um Grito no silêncio<br />ecooa.<br />Ninguém<br />ouve...<br />Ninguém<br />viu....<br />Era minha<br />alma<br />a gritar por<br />ti!!!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />fatima j zuanetti.....1