tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-40084884403874462152024-03-05T05:31:56.568-08:00película plumaMayara La-Rocque.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714300875969535591noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008488440387446215.post-87030170462540359142010-03-12T17:44:00.000-08:002010-03-12T18:50:23.521-08:00Alcançando o sol.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwvWj_uQDvWOwOCTJtmRG2c3EDDZYhmAtBNB-Rbd6xaMZY6vGfhZGOtNNP6TD3faFLTkLZ8aGX1aiNdCoZQc7yH51mFIwTNABVjBEa9OLaLVOX3Ox_mlPuDUPfrA6woMMq1YxIt3_qGQ/s1600-h/pelicula1.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447933564573673410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJwvWj_uQDvWOwOCTJtmRG2c3EDDZYhmAtBNB-Rbd6xaMZY6vGfhZGOtNNP6TD3faFLTkLZ8aGX1aiNdCoZQc7yH51mFIwTNABVjBEa9OLaLVOX3Ox_mlPuDUPfrA6woMMq1YxIt3_qGQ/s320/pelicula1.JPG" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAfsnhxeY2qhy_rXUcACzs934Kp9biRqS5UvJduFjChhqJwPq3euenaK60CZ_iUTWO7YLYeIqOa9Vzb9yZogtjXeOH9rbsiqShFC-H1ZgXFa0xQtbZ8Ose4z3pflKa0jDaleuFbL1Rv3A/s1600-h/pelicula1.JPG"></a><br /><div><br /><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"><br />Lembro-me de quando era fim de tarde, e nós catávamos no vento qualquer música ou tempo, que seriam aqueles que dissessem amor, água, ou líquido.<br /></span><br /></div><div></div>Mayara La-Rocque.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714300875969535591noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4008488440387446215.post-19165278044929741642010-03-12T17:39:00.000-08:002010-03-12T18:06:21.016-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXITk59koUHrWXBLnHd01U7pCsa2gfG5BJhwRrl_YpMvxAm9zK7c5IqeHEHSP2l2pgKpBoROY3UqtYpZXwYp8aGMxdu26TXq_Oi9_sRBzMVXxAal9ZU5JpQUNjYVBrvUUemfWPojjxx0/s1600-h/pondoosol.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447933939965203298" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqXITk59koUHrWXBLnHd01U7pCsa2gfG5BJhwRrl_YpMvxAm9zK7c5IqeHEHSP2l2pgKpBoROY3UqtYpZXwYp8aGMxdu26TXq_Oi9_sRBzMVXxAal9ZU5JpQUNjYVBrvUUemfWPojjxx0/s320/pondoosol.JPG" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_GPHKEDz_7YcIRTNWqqnQTDyMXtGF8dy4rq6tE0kQ6UNhPQp44lXZXNzwKoloYph1Fu9SvgnCUe7z9uhaowrjueKtO8aJsnTRt1xyBG6U0umznY8-B7YogDAcVrQvh-IYlOSz0W0xiYM/s1600-h/pondoosol.JPG"></a><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /></span><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;"></span> </div><div><span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:78%;">E tudo isso porque era fim de tarde, e tentávamos alcançar ao alto, tépido e frágil, o sol. </span></div></div>Mayara La-Rocque.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03714300875969535591noreply@blogger.com1