tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458Sat, 05 Dec 2009 02:18:44 +00003º Åñøhttp://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/anjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)Blogger79125Health/Self-Helpanjonegro1986@gmail.comyes3º ÅñøSubscribe with My Yahoo!Subscribe with NewsGatorSubscribe with My AOLSubscribe with BloglinesSubscribe with NetvibesSubscribe with GoogleSubscribe with PageflakesSubscribe with PlusmoSubscribe with FeedLoungeSubscribe with The Free DictionarySubscribe with Bitty BrowserSubscribe with Live.comSubscribe with Excite MIXSubscribe with Yourminis.comSubscribe with Attensa for OutlookSubscribe with WebwagSubscribe with netomat HubSubscribe with Daily RotationSubscribe with Podcast ReadySubscribe with FlurrySubscribe with ParticlsAdd to Any Feed ReaderSubscribe with fwickitag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-2973582491321648444Sat, 28 Nov 2009 19:44:00 +00002009-11-28T17:44:01.382-02:00agradecimentosrevelando3 anose eu...pensamentos Último post da série! Essa aconteceu aqui em casa, era uma terça-feira, foi em 2005, o tempo estava chuvoso, e fiquei de bobeira no bate papo,.quando encontrei alguém com o nick Felicidade Clandestina, ficamos batendo papo, falando amenidades, e como haviamos gostado um do outro resolvemos nos encontrar... Combinamos em um local público, lá fui eu encontrar cheguei lá vi um rapaz branquinho, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/QVKZWYoeA1s/na-cama-com-black-iv.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)0<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=QVKZWYoeA1s:uOLr_addj0M:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/QVKZWYoeA1s" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-cama-com-black-iv.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-9152869714876004618Sat, 21 Nov 2009 12:58:00 +00002009-11-21T11:09:42.454-02:003 anos2008-2009liberdadehistóriaBem, dando continuidade a saga, vamos ao penultimo relato, mas antes desculpem a ausência... Essas semanas estava me preparando pra apresentar meu Trabalho de Conclusão de Curso, que aconteceu hoje, fechei com chave de ouro... O melhor TCC do ano, um trabalho digno de valorização e respeito. Obrigado a todos que me apoiaram neste momento... Bem Hoje vou relatar a história do meu Mênage à Trois.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/ZI0LOr3X85M/na-cama-black-iii.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ZI0LOr3X85M:P2aiNsmIAnE:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/ZI0LOr3X85M" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-cama-black-iii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-739933653199776108Sun, 08 Nov 2009 22:19:00 +00002009-11-08T20:19:01.527-02:00revelando3 anosfatos Bem galera, entre tantas experiencias, vou selecionar algumas para contar após a primeira vez, durante algum tempo tive maior interesse em quantidade em deterimento da qualidade, o que não impediu de algumas vezez rolar algo bom... Entre essas está a vez em que rolou no banheiro do shopping e vamos como ela aconteceu... Estava com 19 anos, fazia apenas curso profissionalizante, um ano de http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/tjAISZj8lik/na-cama-com-black-ii.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=tjAISZj8lik:GLk93SkUsDs:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/tjAISZj8lik" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-cama-com-black-ii.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-1605589268661459369Mon, 02 Nov 2009 21:39:00 +00002009-11-02T19:39:24.026-02:00blog3 anosindicaçõesCampanhaEsse tempo em que estive ausente pensei em muitas coisas inclusive sobre o que postar aqui para vocês... Pois bem pensei, nunca contei minhas experiências sexuais e porque não falar delas... Por isso resolvi fazer uma pequena série intitulada de "NA CAMA COM BLACK". Dar um ar mais erótico a meu blog. Então vamos lá, e como tudo precisa de inicio, vamos a minha primeira vez... Estava com meus 17http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/DVat5uR25B8/na-cama-com-black.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=DVat5uR25B8:oGXb4IyUGGs:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/DVat5uR25B8" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/11/na-cama-com-black.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-8853473773414159295Wed, 07 Oct 2009 13:02:00 +00002009-10-07T10:39:57.581-03:00retornonoticiasausência A minha ausência do mundo virtual é amplamente justificada meus caros, recebi alguns e-mail, algumas indagações sobre onde andavas... Pois bem estava mega empolgado com minha viagem para Curitiba, organizando projetos, finalizando meu Trabalho de Conclusão de Curso (TCC) e meu estágio obrigatório... As semanas de setembro corriam normalmente, e eu me sentia possivelmente bem comigo tanto http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/GARoD2U1wTI/sumico-doenca-e-cura.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)7<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GARoD2U1wTI:h1Y5ZXGUdUk:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/GARoD2U1wTI" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/10/sumico-doenca-e-cura.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-8077483836700971351Sun, 13 Sep 2009 15:39:00 +00002009-09-13T14:42:33.197-03:00comentáriosfatosbrincadeiraComo é uma conversa em bate papo? De onde você é? Qual a sua idade? Qual a sua altura? Você e homem ou mulher? Procura o quê? No final e a mesma história uns fingindo ser o que não são e outros cantando Não vemos os rostos, não sentimos o cheiro mas assim mesmo continuamos. Mas afinal e so um bate-papo, personagem que criamos na ilusao da sala. O mais engraçado são os nick name, Mãe Solteirona http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/MHy9oi9xdOo/teclando.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=MHy9oi9xdOo:H8MAPXW48Jk:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/MHy9oi9xdOo" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/teclando.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-8245503423873757063Mon, 31 Aug 2009 02:47:00 +00002009-08-31T00:13:09.858-03:00liberdadefatosexpressõesHá muito tempo que não escrevo. Têm passado meses sem que viva, e vou durando, entre o trabalho e a faculdade, numa estagnação íntima de pensar e de sentir. Isto, infelizmente, não repousa: no apodrecimento há fermentação. Há muito tempo que não só não escrevo, mas nem sequer existo. Creio que mal sonho. As ruas são ruas para mim. Faço o trabalho do trabalho com consciência só para ele, mas não http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/eWe5SgUcV4w/ha-muito-tempo.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=eWe5SgUcV4w:QWRqZCX_Jv8:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/eWe5SgUcV4w" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/ha-muito-tempo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-7548126252244118761Mon, 24 Aug 2009 13:26:00 +00002009-08-24T22:32:47.584-03:00sentimentospensamentosO sentido das coisas. Coisas do nosso cotidiano. Como uma passagem no chão da varanda, como uma planta pendurada no teto, como uma foto lembrando bons momentos, como um canto esquecido da casa. O valor das coisas. Tão subjetivo. Como disse Henriqueta Lisboa: “Também as cousas participam/ de nossa vida. Um livro. Uma rosa./ Um trecho musical(...) O Crepúsculo(...) A graça de um retalho de lua(...)http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/0u8VpGNCyyo/o-valor-das-coisas.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=0u8VpGNCyyo:chc6ebnT8Is:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/0u8VpGNCyyo" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-valor-das-coisas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-1143414350091973875Sun, 02 Aug 2009 02:19:00 +00002009-08-02T00:04:48.860-03:00liberdadefatosexpressõesDescobri que minha obsessão por cada coisa em seu lugar, cada assunto em seu tempo, cada palavra em seu estilo, não era o prêmio merecido de uma mente em ordem, mas, pelo contrário, todo um sistema de simulação inventado por mim para ocultar a desordem de minha natureza. Descobri que não sou disciplinado por virtude, e sim como reação contra a minha negligência; que pareço generoso para encobrir http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/6i32q6SQub0/por-um-momento-apenas.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=6i32q6SQub0:pWhYUUAS1t4:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/6i32q6SQub0" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/por-um-momento-apenas.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-7973075717301666546Sat, 18 Jul 2009 03:18:00 +00002009-07-18T00:22:12.634-03:00sentimentosliberdadepensamentosO amor comeu meu nome, minha identidade, meu retrato.O amor comeu minha idade,minha genealogia, meu endereço. O amor comeu meus cartões de visita. O amor veio e comeu todos os papéis onde eu escrevera meu nome. O amor comeu minhas roupas, meus lenços, minhas camisas.O amor comeu metros e metros de gravatas. O amor comeu a medida de meus ternos, o número de meus sapatos, o tamanho de meus chapéus.http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/iEa3GUqtSSU/ah-o-amor.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=iEa3GUqtSSU:1swVKwU1uXo:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/iEa3GUqtSSU" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/ah-o-amor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-2210002403619903750Sun, 05 Jul 2009 13:21:00 +00002009-07-05T10:36:02.504-03:00escolhasliberdadereflexõesVocê já parou para refletir sobre o que lhe impulsiona a vida? Carinho, filhos, prepotências, esposa, pai, irmãos, trabalho, alegria, busca, objetivos, casamento, honestidade, liberdade, mentiras. Distração, virtudes, desejos, ansiedade, ambições, bondade, fidelidade, prudência, ética, moral, política, prudência, discernimento, coragem, equilíbrio, religiosidade, caridade, doação, justiça, http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/GLV0XYZIl5o/o-que-te-faz-abrir-os-olhos-de-manha.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=GLV0XYZIl5o:kcrrfRPeHI8:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/GLV0XYZIl5o" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-que-te-faz-abrir-os-olhos-de-manha.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-1642573270453541336Tue, 30 Jun 2009 00:08:00 +00002009-06-29T22:50:28.457-03:00pensamentosreflexõesNão quero alguém que morra de amor por mim... Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando. Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame não me importando com que intensidade. Não tenho a pretensão deque todas as pessoas que gosto, goste de mim...Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/lwDjxG9CzpU/certezas-mario-quintana.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=lwDjxG9CzpU:4Q4w3eRfe6I:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/lwDjxG9CzpU" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/certezas-mario-quintana.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-6220902856395148896Sat, 20 Jun 2009 17:26:00 +00002009-06-20T14:41:10.096-03:00indicaçõesAmigos "A melhor coisa que ganhamos com um blog, são os amigos. Não são coisas mas as vezes gostaríamos que fossem para guardar em uma caixinha e proteger. Como não dá, tentamos apoiar ou ajudar mesmo."Meu muito obrigado aos que me indicaram ao prêmioTemplo GayThe Boys Vou repassar o selo àquelas pessoas c os quais mais me comunico aqui no blogger e q mesmo sem nos conhecermos pessoalmente acabo http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/4E9JKn9YnFs/mais-um-selo.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)4<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4E9JKn9YnFs:tC2oQmaaXns:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/4E9JKn9YnFs" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mais-um-selo.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-713264527891289101Mon, 08 Jun 2009 01:42:00 +00002009-06-07T22:44:01.338-03:00sentimentosliberdadepensamentos...que tal uma pausa para aprender? Tem época na vida da gente que parece que os encontros 'amorosos' são mais uma provocação do que uma oportunidade de se sentir satisfeito e feliz... Assim, vamos contabilizando decepções e desacreditando na possibilidade de viver uma experiência positiva e motivadora. Quando isso acontece, creio que o melhor seja parar. Uma pausa para aprender. Ou melhor,http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/C3IphHfNaxA/entre-uma-decepcao-e-outra.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)2<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=C3IphHfNaxA:luY18YCbGtg:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/C3IphHfNaxA" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/entre-uma-decepcao-e-outra.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-1571907585201466454Mon, 01 Jun 2009 03:00:00 +00002009-06-01T00:00:02.645-03:00e eu...sentimentospensamentosEu estou falando de amor E não da sua doença Falando de amor Eu estou falando de amor E não do que você pensa Falando de amor Leoni - Falando de Amor. Ás vezes, eu tenho palavras pra falar de tudo. Falo de política, de economia, de meio ambiente, até arrisco falar de amor. Mas quando tenho que falar sobre o MEU amor, é o silêncio que toma conta de mim. Preciso desabafar. Preciso que alguém http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/4AFE6TvArEM/eu-to-falando-de-amor.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)1<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=4AFE6TvArEM:dUV3t3fjjn8:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/4AFE6TvArEM" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-to-falando-de-amor.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-1005301698070322066Sat, 02 May 2009 00:29:00 +00002009-05-01T22:24:59.255-03:00escolhase eu...sentimentosfatosausênciaEm conversa com um amigo, sobre as cantadas, as abordagens indiscretas e desobjetivas que circundam não só o meio gay, mas que incomodam substancialmente qualquer ser que tenha o mínimo de cultura e conhecimento de si, resolvemos implantar o teste dos 3 minutos.As abordagens como são feitas hoje, principalmente virtuais, chegam a causar repúdia, pelo menos em mim, primeiro pela total falta de http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/YFihwUa-T78/teste-dos-3-minutos.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YFihwUa-T78:F-S0AaseLSk:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/YFihwUa-T78" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/05/teste-dos-3-minutos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-4002807691242272117Sun, 26 Apr 2009 00:47:00 +00002009-04-25T22:54:23.024-03:00e eu...músicapensamentosWell you done done me and you bet I felt it I tried to be chill but you were so hot that i melted I fell right through the cracks and I'm trying to get back Before the cool done run out I'll be giving it my bestest Nothin's gonna stop me but divine intervention I reckon its again my turn to win some or learn some I won't hesitate no more, no more it cannot wait, i'm yours Well open up your mindhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/27RTyj2yHQ8/im-yours.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)3<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=27RTyj2yHQ8:JsJWu9auxBE:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/27RTyj2yHQ8" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-yours.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-5489201357112904686Fri, 10 Apr 2009 19:25:00 +00002009-04-10T22:19:48.291-03:00atitudespensamentosCampanhareflexõesSe a estupidez, com efeito vista por dentro, não se confundisse com o talento, se, vista por fora, não tivesse todas as aparências do progresso, do génio, da esperança, ninguém desejaria ser estúpido e não existiria a estupidez. Pelo menos seria muito fácil combatê-la. O pior é que ela tem qualquer coisa de extraordinariamente natural e convincente. Por isso, quanto alguém considera um cromo maishttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/ETicOxQDdDI/estupidez.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=ETicOxQDdDI:bWe3kHQSyaA:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/ETicOxQDdDI" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/estupidez.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-7284512701482139954Fri, 03 Apr 2009 03:00:00 +00002009-04-03T00:00:02.310-03:00blogsindicaçõesAmigosAlguns selos que meu blog recebeu e como existem as regras vamos a elas Bem, como a maioria dos selos/memes este também tem regras. Vamos à elas: 1ª- Exibir a imagem do selo "Seu blog é ROXIE!" 2ª- Colocar quem te deu o selo nos seus blogs indicados (amigos); Anatomia de Gato 3ª- Escrever 5 coisas que são ROXIE; A - Sobre música;Sou meio eclético, ouço praticamente tudo, mas não dispenso Ana http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/YyYVnMFXrcE/selos-roxie-e-manifesto-jovens.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)6<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=YyYVnMFXrcE:DXlMtaH_R74:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/YyYVnMFXrcE" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/selos-roxie-e-manifesto-jovens.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-6487420953375877845Fri, 27 Mar 2009 03:00:00 +00002009-03-27T00:00:14.187-03:00indicaçõesAmigos Desafiaram-me por Divinamente Perfeito 1-Indicar a pessoa que te enviou o desafio. Divinamente Perfeito 2-Deixar as regras no Blog. 3-Nas regras ainda deixar público 7 coisas sobre mim. Sou chato, e ciúmento com minhas coisas. Famoso mexe comigo, mas não mexa com é meu.Detesto barulho de gente comendo, sim isso me incomoda e muito.Sou vaidoso e gosto de me sentir bem com roupas e perfumes, e http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/pgBtFUNPTYA/desafio.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)11<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=pgBtFUNPTYA:R9T9WHiZwyg:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/pgBtFUNPTYA" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-381449937017935940Sat, 21 Mar 2009 02:45:00 +00002009-03-20T23:51:19.607-03:00comentáriosfatosexpressõesNão gosto dos sem terra. Dizem que isto e ser reacionário, mas não gosto de vê-los invadindo fazendas, parando estradas, ocupando linhas de trens, quebrando repartições públicas, tentando parar o lento progresso do Brasil. Estou velho. Não acredito em cotas para negros e índios. Dizem que sou racista. Mas para mim racista é quem julga negros e índios incapazes de competir com os brancos em pé de http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/wmVZsGxvpbk/estou-velho.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)5<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=wmVZsGxvpbk:uhnI5R3R-_8:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/wmVZsGxvpbk" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/03/estou-velho.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-7155802603830273832Wed, 11 Mar 2009 16:39:00 +00002009-03-11T13:59:49.239-03:00sentimentospensamentosreflexões Homem: Se compadeçam, anjos diante da minha condição.Anjos: Se isso aliviar seu peso...Homem: Amo com intensidade...Anjos: E como posso ajudar?Homem: O Sol desse amor me persegue. E a lua do amado já vem me caçar.Anjos: Vou dizer pra ele, em sonhos. Disso é preciso falar.Homem: Diga o que o desejo, mas não saberei lhe beijar. Eu sou pedra no alto tentando chegar.Anjos: ... a dor de um sentimentohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/j7HPHAjbL5E/teatro-de-homem-e-anjos.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)5yesanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)sentimentos, pensamentos, reflexões<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=j7HPHAjbL5E:VsZmli_fPLw:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/j7HPHAjbL5E" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/03/teatro-de-homem-e-anjos.htmlhttp://ferasferidas.blogspot.com/2008/09/teatro-dos-homens-e-anjos.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-8540060185943045095Fri, 27 Feb 2009 03:00:00 +00002009-02-27T00:00:01.100-03:00escolhasliberdadepensamentosreflexõesPra não dizer que não falei dos Homens... Humano como você é. Do jeito que você é.Humano como todos nós somos. Humano com todos os seus sentimentos e pensamentos. Mas nem sempre conseguimos nos libertar de nós mesmos, a ponto de aceitar a liberdade e a libertação do outro.Humano do mesmo modo que nos ensinou Fernando Pessoa.Poema em Linha RetaNunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada. Todos os http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/H8Vfs61vdOE/homens.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)9<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=H8Vfs61vdOE:spOVoAVHlOc:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/H8Vfs61vdOE" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/homens.htmltag:blogger.com,1999:blog-204896573205623458.post-8452552649949166644Fri, 20 Feb 2009 03:06:00 +00002009-02-20T00:10:49.773-03:00atitudesfatospensamentoshistóriaEle: Porque você é assim? Eu: Assim como? Ele: Você aconselha as pessoas, as direciona a um caminho, mas não faz o mesmo com você. Eu: Talvez porque eu não goste dos caminhos que eu as indiquei. Ele: Mas não eram os caminhos certos? Eu: Sim para eles, não para mim. Ele: Complexo você... Eu: Talvez seja, ou não, ou o problema seja comigo. Ele: Deixa eu te ajudar a resolver esse problema. 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Mas eu pergunto existe o parceiro ideal, o que temos em mente de ideal é o que de fato iremos encontrar? Conheço inúmeras pessoas, dos mais diferentes perfis, e nenhuma de fato é o padrão ideal que eu havia vislumbrado, talvez se somasse em uma pessoa as http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~3/qwFmyVa3E98/parceiro-ideal.htmlanjonegro1986@gmail.com (Black Angel)10<div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:63t7Ie-LG7Y"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=63t7Ie-LG7Y" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:dnMXMwOfBR0"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=dnMXMwOfBR0" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:KwTdNBX3Jqk"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?i=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:KwTdNBX3Jqk" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?a=qwFmyVa3E98:bnEIekyIjic:TzevzKxY174"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/blogspot/iHae?d=TzevzKxY174" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/iHae/~4/qwFmyVa3E98" height="1" width="1"/>http://homenseanjos.blogspot.com/2009/02/parceiro-ideal.htmlen-usadult