tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14120289667125301782011-09-17T13:55:07.653+02:00Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-8556996641969812392010-12-21T01:33:00.003+01:002011-03-26T22:52:56.863+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/TQ_pLOU7DaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BeqjGH_lCaI/s1600/FOGOASSINA.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="1020" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/TQ_pLOU7DaI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BeqjGH_lCaI/s320/FOGOASSINA.JPG" width="666" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.num</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">som metálico</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">duma forma_________insípida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.a______hora</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">infligiu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.brutal.mente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">um.golpe letal</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.em</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que_________sacudidos foram os sentidos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">tre.me.ram</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">começou a subir as escadas. a mente____dele____tropeçou primeiro_____depois os pés. mas nem por isso avançou com mais cuidado enquanto continuava_____a subir. estava naquele momento que as entranhas se agitam.saltam______o.coração.sem.sentido.não.se.faz.sentir. o cérebro hesita entre a crença_____e a incredulidade_____não queria saber se ia cair___nem de que altura</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.um</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">espelho_______de chuva</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">sai</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">duns pulsos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">manchando o tecto_____daquele olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">verde______não foi o dia. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">os pomares de vidro bruto.baço.deram frutos.de.cansaço.podres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e sem memória</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.no topo da agonia___cruzas o frio das paredes escrevendo o teu silêncio______com o sabor da tua pele</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">derrubaste todos os degraus amargos da tua subida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o horizonte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">não bastava</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.as</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">horas_________esvaziaram</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.a</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">quietude dos segundos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">do.equilíbrio das manhãs</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.a.carícia.do.verso.já não se sente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">no aroma doce dos_______ jacarandás</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">as________sombras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">nas esquinas das palavras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">en.go.lin.do</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">len.ta.men.te</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.a.cor.e</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">os________gestos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">que.dos.dedos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">se</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">soltam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">o mais puro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">vazio.erguido ao alto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">.nem tu sabes.quem libertará</span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">______________________a tua alma__________________________[…]</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-size: x-small;">© Betty Branco Martins</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;">.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA<br />.imagens e textos com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins</span><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-855699664196981239?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-61040391370360271662009-11-14T20:26:00.001+01:002010-03-22T20:09:32.922+01:00<img alt="" border="0" height="1040" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523926390515074" oncontextmenu="return false" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SkuJpZkPpYI/AAAAAAAACW4/wGwP8yLI0EI/s400/maria+madalena2assina.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="700" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">.vagas de incenso___________________o meu corpo<br /><br />ofereceu. <strong>________[TE]</strong><br /><br />despertando<br />os sentidos______mais adormecidos<br />pela dor<br />no corpo.retalhado<br />pela agudeza das palavras<br /><br /><br />.o encontro com o poeta. olhava os pombos na praça. tinha ambas as mãos fechadas – guardando alguns bagos<strong>______!...____</strong>por momentos ficou preso numa ilha perdida no mar inexistente. no seu peito feito cais__________uma jangada deslizou suavemente – acostando_____trazendo um poema – ou a composição dum corpo<strong>_______[…] </strong></span><br /></span><br /><img alt="" border="0" height="900" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353523688553880978" oncontextmenu="return false" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_9B_ubAFmVss/SkuJbjjknZI/AAAAAAAACWw/FUqea8MN0I8/s400/aminhacorassina3.jpg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" width="800" /><br /><div></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">apenas.num.gesto<br /><br />nasce das tuas mãos_____romãzeiras__________<br /><br /><br />.a.resistência que invade as tuas artérias<br />____________faz o sangue fluir.abundantemente<br />revivificando de novo o teu sentir<br /><br />.e<br /><br /><br /><strong>[RE]</strong>vives a arquitectura do poema<br />no corpo________que <strong>[tE]</strong>consagro<br /><br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">© Betty Branco Martins</span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><strong></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;">.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA<br />.imagens com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins</span></strong></span><br /><br /><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-6104039137036027166?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-11948020895995522412009-07-10T19:53:00.014+02:002009-08-15T01:53:05.414+02:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356884133815355138" oncontextmenu="return false" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Wh37NolYVcE/Sld5vNr9hwI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-o9eEjtf8lE/s400/bettypiano.ASSINA.jpg" width="900" height="1000" /><span style="color:#cc0000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;"><strong>.</strong></span> </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc0000;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Betty Branco Martins</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Minha grande amiga um grande abraço</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666666;">Ell Mac</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong>.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"><strong></strong></span> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>O princípio da cura está na consciência da doença, o da verdade no conhecimento do erro.</strong></span><br /></span><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">{</span><span style="font-size:78%;">Fernando Pessoa</span><span style="font-size:180%;">}</span></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">{.</span>imagens com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins<span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">}</span></strong></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong></div></strong></span><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"></span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-1194802089599552241?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-34501793989573254462009-05-29T19:14:00.016+02:002009-08-03T20:43:21.961+02:00<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341295816474938610" oncontextmenu="return false" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SiAYPuVEzPI/AAAAAAAAAD0/CJq6zSIOFvQ/s400/boca28.jpg" width="900" height="900" /> </div><p align="center"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">habito.a.janela que transforma o próprio espaço<br />acumula dentro da sua inquietação<br />os instrumentos que vão transformando<br />a.luz_______________________a paisagem<br /><br /><br />© Betty Branco Martins<br /></span></p><p align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>.todos os textos estão protegidos pela SPA<br />.imagens com Direitos Autorais de Betty Branco Martins </strong></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-3450179398957325446?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-71565013690598133502009-05-02T00:42:00.008+02:002009-08-03T20:49:13.973+02:00<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332704240448281474" oncontextmenu="return false" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SgGSQLgjm4I/AAAAAAAAADo/jfDtfZSbMuE/s400/bettycolagem+4.jpg" width="900" height="500" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">._____________________</span></strong>como todas as pontuações<br />da chuva.no.abrigo.do.meu.peito&shy;<br /><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><br />nos limites da vertigem<br />entre.a.matéria.e.o.espaço________________...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#666666;"><strong>///___________________________</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><a name="OLE_LINK2"></a></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"><a name="OLE_LINK1"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">© Betty Branco Martins</span></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">textos e imagens da autora protegidos pela SPA</span></strong></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-7156501369059813350?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-37762913696134554632009-02-22T17:28:00.003+01:002009-08-03T20:47:01.765+02:00<div align="center"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305663330799940882" oncontextmenu="return " alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SaGAsFIldRI/AAAAAAAAACs/FDKahQG-YFM/s320/venezabettymartins.jpg" width="640" height="700" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">porque.se.incomodam<br />.e<br />de ti___________________________________.falam<br />quem.diz.de.ti.não.gostar<br /><br />perigosamente.vives<br /><br />.estoiram_____________________________.contra.a.parede<br />.num acto de trucidar<br /><br /><br />a tua forma de expressão<br /><br /><br /></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">entre.sílabas.ensanguentadas_____[<span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;">...</span>]</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />© Betty Branco Martins</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;">.textos protegidos pela SPA </span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Pintura de Betty Martins</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">imagens e textos autorizados pela autora</span> </span></strong></div><p><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"></span></strong></p><p align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;color:#666666;">Ell Mac</span></strong></p><div align="center"><br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-3776291369613455463?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-35280919920143211622009-02-09T23:53:00.000+01:002009-02-15T22:58:32.692+01:00<img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303124770433382498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh74a1BuGI/AAAAAAAAACk/8oH3gOm-CYU/s320/helene+knoop1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">_____"</span>pensavam<span style="font-size:180%;">" </span>que cantavam mágicas palavras<span style="font-size:180%;">. </span>queimam alecrim<span style="font-size:180%;">______</span>a um latim morto. incendeiam o luto as mulheres.de.corpos.dilacerados. crendo serem palácios<span style="font-size:180%;">_______.</span>e</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>varrem com os olhos.as teias de aranha das estrelas<span style="font-size:180%;">_________... </span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>[Betty Martins]<br /></strong></span><br /><br /><br /><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303124581654831970" style="WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh7tbkto2I/AAAAAAAAACc/1o9GrhcdA1g/s320/mueller1.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">_______________/// <span style="color:#666666;">A Beleza desperta</span><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><p><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303122158712247826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="700" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh5gZaL1hI/AAAAAAAAACE/bbOnFqAbyHA/s320/casaldepedra_bmp.jpg" width="640" border="0" /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"> a cobiça mais rapidamente do que o ouro<span style="font-size:180%;">.</span> (William Shakespeare)</span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303121127349596962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="700" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh4kXSKsyI/AAAAAAAAAB8/k1XR9NbEvSc/s320/juli%C3%A3o+sarmento_bmp.jpg" width="500" border="0" /> </p><p><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span>une fleur différente<span style="font-size:180%;">. </span>cruel le décès qui lui veulent donner</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>[Betty Martins]<br /></strong></span><br /></p><p></p><p><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303124270574676498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh7bUtbKhI/AAAAAAAAACU/-vJ51XE9deI/s320/falacomelaemcarne+viva.jpg" border="0" /> <img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303123973247759874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 140px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 105px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SZh7KBFKdgI/AAAAAAAAACM/ApTRImDgCMI/s320/pantera.jpg" border="0" /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">.______</span>a<span style="font-size:180%;">.</span>alMa</strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>sentindo que<span style="font-size:180%;">.</span>aqui_______falta<span style="font-size:180%;"> .</span>Deus<span style="font-size:180%;">_________...</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>[Betty Martins] </strong></span></p><strong><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"></span></strong><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;">Ell Mac</span></strong> <p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-3528091992014321162?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1412028966712530178.post-70136272792980168282009-02-08T13:28:00.000+01:002009-02-15T22:57:39.930+01:00<img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300411822811994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7YeFX9W3I/AAAAAAAAABc/NvsMZrc0IuY/s320/sorrisos.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300411140211404018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7X2WfS7PI/AAAAAAAAABU/VvG9lTbomyM/s320/sorrisos.jpg" border="0" /><br /><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300410737455707842" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7Xe6G2tsI/AAAAAAAAABM/TtRUFHt0zPI/s320/sorrisos.jpg" border="0" /></span><span style="color:#666666;"><strong> os olhos das minhas lágrimas</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>a boca dos meus gritos</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>nunca mais!</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong>Nunca mais!</strong></span></div><div><span style="color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></div><div><strong></strong></span></div><div><span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"><strong>[Ell Mac]</strong></span></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300407849505403490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="400" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7U2zp2MmI/AAAAAAAAABE/4Uap4SAcmMM/s320/a+luz.jpg" width="1000" border="0" /><br /><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#666666;">.na intimidade_____dum.corpo.aceso____choram os campos<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#666666;">.gritAs.a.diferença____pÂnico___vertigEm<br /></span></strong></div><div><strong><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300411140211404018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7X2WfS7PI/AAAAAAAAABU/VvG9lTbomyM/s320/sorrisos.jpg" border="0" />[Betty Martins]</span><br /><br /></span></strong><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><img oncontextmenu="return false" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300411822811994994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_e2ytr9NIpdw/SY7YeFX9W3I/AAAAAAAAABc/NvsMZrc0IuY/s320/sorrisos.jpg" border="0" /> <span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>.descasquei</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>aquela laranja_________[de ácido sabor]______que espetada estava</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>.em</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>palavras de arame bruto</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>________inculto palato</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>.onde.as.sementes.explodem</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong>__________sem lágrimas</strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">[Betty Martins]</span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">(Todas as citações de Betty Martins estão protegidas)</span></strong></span></p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><span style="font-size:85%;">Ell Mac</span></p></strong></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1412028966712530178-7013627279298016828?l=ell-emcarneviva.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Ell Machttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05579201524511716807noreply@blogger.com