tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76950613737954202452011-07-31T00:11:25.162-07:00julietahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14033952616015070366noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695061373795420245.post-1516047599557369942010-10-16T14:07:00.000-07:002010-10-16T14:16:19.338-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoUcxpkD0I/AAAAAAAAACw/v-8rDcgMu8Y/s1600/Picture0093.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="208" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoUcxpkD0I/AAAAAAAAACw/v-8rDcgMu8Y/s320/Picture0093.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoUjVO_FDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wH_Q_icpFUE/s1600/Picture0109.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoUjVO_FDI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wH_Q_icpFUE/s1600/Picture0109.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoU8EAQx-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kTakig_A_tE/s1600/Picture0120.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLoU8EAQx-I/AAAAAAAAAC4/kTakig_A_tE/s320/Picture0120.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Enterro do caloiro</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">14-10-2010</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695061373795420245-151604759955736994?l=metaforasdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>julietahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14033952616015070366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695061373795420245.post-45303331772348456362010-10-12T15:35:00.000-07:002010-10-12T15:35:04.663-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLThWsNVr5I/AAAAAAAAACM/GHODpU6CEUM/s1600/Picture0012.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLThWsNVr5I/AAAAAAAAACM/GHODpU6CEUM/s320/Picture0012.jpg" width="192" /></a></div><br /><blockquote><br /><i><span style="font-family: Times-Italic;"><blockquote><i><span style="font-family: Times-Italic;"><div align="left"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">Adoramos a perfeição, porque não a podemos ter; repugná-la-íamos, se a tivéssemos.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">O perfeito é desumano, porque o humano é imperfeito.</span></div></span><span style="font-family: Times-Roman;"></span></i></blockquote></span></i></blockquote><br /><blockquote><i><span style="font-family: Times-Italic;"><blockquote><span style="color: purple; font-family: Times-Roman;"><div style="text-align: right;">Fernando Pessoa</div></span></blockquote><i><span style="font-family: Times-Italic;"></span><blockquote><div align="left">&nbsp;</div></blockquote></i></span></i></blockquote><div><blockquote><div>&nbsp;</div></blockquote></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695061373795420245-4530333177234845636?l=metaforasdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>julietahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14033952616015070366noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7695061373795420245.post-49954903814393025952010-10-12T14:48:00.000-07:002010-10-12T14:48:27.313-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLTVw1x8txI/AAAAAAAAACI/jVvaGThJDX0/s1600/fhjghj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xvRylrt9a9I/TLTVw1x8txI/AAAAAAAAACI/jVvaGThJDX0/s1600/fhjghj.jpg" /></a></div><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><strong><span style="color: #4c1130;"><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #4c1130;"></span></strong></div><div style="font-family: Calibri; margin: 0in;"><strong><span style="color: magenta; font-size: large;">"Por ti, por tudo o que me ensinaste, por tudo o que já vivemos - ainda que em sonhos - por tudo o que aprendi a ser contigo, por ti, eu apanho as estrelas que for preciso."</span></strong></div></blockquote></span></strong></blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #4c1130;">&nbsp;</span></strong><div style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: 11pt; margin: 0in;"><a href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Margarida_Rebelo_Pinto/"><span style="color: #741b47;">Margarida Rebelo Pinto</span></a> </div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7695061373795420245-4995490381439302595?l=metaforasdavida.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>julietahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14033952616015070366noreply@blogger.com0