tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85972283854717113652024-03-06T19:34:04.475-08:00A dor e a alegria que não sai no jornal."O que ele queria mesmo era querer"Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.comBlogger93125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-31043262027740478932014-03-18T11:28:00.001-07:002014-03-18T11:28:14.181-07:00Praça Portugal do alto da paz. (ADAPTADO DE "No caminho com Maiakóvski" - Brecht,) "Na primeira noite eles se aproximam
e roubam uma flor
do nosso jardim
E não dizemos nada.
Na segunda noite, já não se escondem;
pisam as flores,
matam nosso cão,
e não dizemos nada.
Até que um dia,
o mais frágil deles
entra sozinho em nossa casa,
rouba-nos a luz, e,
conhecendo nosso medo,
arranca-nos a voz da garganta.
E, porque nunca dissemos nada, já não podemos dizer nada..."
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvE2akmKVeLMWg1DUcUVeFBKpiJ_0aBK1hS_cRUlSEQQFN01SbZcBrhRG4O8LoB24NxB2MmnnACRCxo3jUuHDRcpr4ldbhkkWlCKXs1weuPyluKrg3bOOaquZ47fQWxQCc-ennrr4qb2c/s1600/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvE2akmKVeLMWg1DUcUVeFBKpiJ_0aBK1hS_cRUlSEQQFN01SbZcBrhRG4O8LoB24NxB2MmnnACRCxo3jUuHDRcpr4ldbhkkWlCKXs1weuPyluKrg3bOOaquZ47fQWxQCc-ennrr4qb2c/s320/n.jpg" /></a>Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-78304758344381560772014-01-12T18:07:00.000-08:002014-01-12T18:08:35.233-08:00.Tenho algo em Peixes.A<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlyyNLyZvT1R0NcfceBi30Vkmo88I1lFNDjL-kMgvmaPzmB54VfVi66WZxZ0sfeSw9QeGu2TWm8Ja4SCGQ-CzoApqbBO5S4OcR1M9qjYNEfk6RGCwd50SgJUAEvC9Rtuu3G38DIw57pk/s1600/Graham-Dean-62.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlyyNLyZvT1R0NcfceBi30Vkmo88I1lFNDjL-kMgvmaPzmB54VfVi66WZxZ0sfeSw9QeGu2TWm8Ja4SCGQ-CzoApqbBO5S4OcR1M9qjYNEfk6RGCwd50SgJUAEvC9Rtuu3G38DIw57pk/s320/Graham-Dean-62.jpg" /></a>
Atualmente tenho escutado Tulipa Ruiz, não me canso de Chico, bebo Angela Roro,
sorrio com Bethania e trabalho a rotina com Caetano.
...tenho uma relação com Zeca baleiro desde os meus 17 anos.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-40405929165064183292013-09-12T19:16:00.001-07:002013-09-12T19:16:06.487-07:00Aproveita vento e leva que ele é de graça, mas leva lento que ainda estou dentro, só!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiSrXx12zXV799iGBOMZjvyKoxGre5zxtliMAfpggqzlY9FxMSR5hnR-MyuOi3QuHDbFN33u0v2L9NzJBYU-4Gnb25mqRiY7F8DXCxVy-slWUxrq4dTyWJgLq4rU9jpjs5RTNa54V-eY/s1600/IMG_9026.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibiSrXx12zXV799iGBOMZjvyKoxGre5zxtliMAfpggqzlY9FxMSR5hnR-MyuOi3QuHDbFN33u0v2L9NzJBYU-4Gnb25mqRiY7F8DXCxVy-slWUxrq4dTyWJgLq4rU9jpjs5RTNa54V-eY/s320/IMG_9026.JPG" /></a>Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-28185009395471967002013-09-12T19:02:00.000-07:002013-09-12T19:09:04.585-07:00Próxima oferta::A últimas <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqS3Fq4EXjeyPdw6zc3tywQ6pwkULeXShCde_D1QaggEgF1vt8ioANCPYhbMxzwLjn5HWp6L1MfruqLPd8X_qWCrN4zHlOnHmPlF84-6DfMS2tmHTNlfLR1wtMaG158y-A2EzcxL2zBU/s1600/IMG_7643.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwqS3Fq4EXjeyPdw6zc3tywQ6pwkULeXShCde_D1QaggEgF1vt8ioANCPYhbMxzwLjn5HWp6L1MfruqLPd8X_qWCrN4zHlOnHmPlF84-6DfMS2tmHTNlfLR1wtMaG158y-A2EzcxL2zBU/s320/IMG_7643.JPG" /></a></div> emoções do meu próximo capítulo. Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-3311080217895398602013-09-12T18:54:00.001-07:002013-09-12T18:59:28.651-07:00eu pedi. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55wqVrxOuSVhyphenhyphen9CeGBqiDmEcxrtzrMo-P5YOwHwHHiFkc8PGOTOdGhPFaP45K1fUGn-r0Mc5UlGuS_nMxJ5IzrhDeguRA68vwhg6gIFcgPhIUhXEAsoml8Bn9mu7NMcYenc0itSr9dxE/s1600/IMG_9557.JPG" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg55wqVrxOuSVhyphenhyphen9CeGBqiDmEcxrtzrMo-P5YOwHwHHiFkc8PGOTOdGhPFaP45K1fUGn-r0Mc5UlGuS_nMxJ5IzrhDeguRA68vwhg6gIFcgPhIUhXEAsoml8Bn9mu7NMcYenc0itSr9dxE/s320/IMG_9557.JPG" /></a>
Aproveita o vento, ele é de graça,vai.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-2431907249476238782013-02-13T12:48:00.000-08:002013-02-13T12:55:47.808-08:00.carnavalizando.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsjXnMrJXToxbqmyMlMpr2XSHNV6xPTeoPO8WnaT-OAOvGLYtcIksU8_zckq1eaM0OKFxLv3eSaRsJVM0QVbk5whTIkAsULAtZi47weQoy0KlcmIsrIVZNZzSfp5trfE99YhkXuxo-M8/s1600/14818_320141971430218_150772920_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" ><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsjXnMrJXToxbqmyMlMpr2XSHNV6xPTeoPO8WnaT-OAOvGLYtcIksU8_zckq1eaM0OKFxLv3eSaRsJVM0QVbk5whTIkAsULAtZi47weQoy0KlcmIsrIVZNZzSfp5trfE99YhkXuxo-M8/s320/14818_320141971430218_150772920_n.jpg" /></a>
só no ultimo dia ele percebeu que era um montão de carne sem rosto.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-23741600225508988192013-01-08T19:11:00.000-08:002013-01-08T19:12:37.742-08:00.mato morro."Quero respirar um verso teu!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-28283925771457723672013-01-08T19:06:00.002-08:002013-01-08T19:08:13.932-08:00Recado."Não tentem subornar minha sensibilidade,preciso de vento
e poupa,preciso de vento e pronto, ponto."
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Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-41214278375388657042012-12-08T12:58:00.002-08:002012-12-08T12:59:11.046-08:00Sumir por aí.Procuro alguém que recolha os versos...
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que deixei cair pelo caminho!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-70204121410863509512012-05-28T11:10:00.000-07:002012-05-28T11:10:50.901-07:00"Não me encontre""vou comprar uma roupa nova pra mudar de dor!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Vivendo um processo chamado:
D i s c r e t a m e n t e I n f e l i z!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-33422055487689819302012-05-07T16:59:00.000-07:002012-05-19T13:06:41.866-07:00.Dois versos."Hoje de madrugada meu Pit bull recitou um poema!"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhFFIvFhrKYB0_ym1gWv-h9U_1KGRwdJPbDm5-eujoJXkYOo7BJfLDQo2X7Ft9A6EdIFZLhZHp1wR7zL-JmnTGj4Y0UfkdoS5SC1W8FUkHIeS4MD9ZgkZtYp4a5KY6seIww-WBAWp3DE/s1600/The_Bird_and_the_Worm_by_AnimationFan.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="196" width="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLhFFIvFhrKYB0_ym1gWv-h9U_1KGRwdJPbDm5-eujoJXkYOo7BJfLDQo2X7Ft9A6EdIFZLhZHp1wR7zL-JmnTGj4Y0UfkdoS5SC1W8FUkHIeS4MD9ZgkZtYp4a5KY6seIww-WBAWp3DE/s320/The_Bird_and_the_Worm_by_AnimationFan.jpg" /></a></div>Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-6467925826365756402012-04-09T06:56:00.002-07:002012-04-09T06:59:29.333-07:00"matador"<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRmga8nKdSvVVBVl594A6ct3N1mDjaXQFV61Qsl7xaIswjHYw94EF0XuFDTVRkhg-ykkSi76957oc9iPngTl0xCBw8xSxoAKTWyTiUZWOJNrjnEJbiqngLHp1BDPJnACal8-ZpLl7FFI/s1600/IMG_9398.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsRmga8nKdSvVVBVl594A6ct3N1mDjaXQFV61Qsl7xaIswjHYw94EF0XuFDTVRkhg-ykkSi76957oc9iPngTl0xCBw8xSxoAKTWyTiUZWOJNrjnEJbiqngLHp1BDPJnACal8-ZpLl7FFI/s320/IMG_9398.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729400295687699026" /></a><br />Não sinto mais o cheiro, nem fome ,<br />nem tanto e nem menos, nem dor e nem calor...<br />as vezes eu acho que você parou de respirar!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-6887496472977547182012-04-09T06:43:00.003-07:002012-04-09T06:47:39.723-07:00.v a i d a r.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8Ph9jUhNMATTZiJ1vDZ6LFNNhaXkb88Y4zfo7lxkscbRU9vxASR1U6CwZwN7kJSXpweM8Tuqw5RrYP8qnPUQBteulXVVg_TYyrlg6IQKg-0decPMss2YYydiUziBG0P_59Y8nKBw7aE/s1600/PQAAAN2HdGskjqn0Xhti50CFeKHRywSgfqdAWxjIWDuRE2Ghf_FyIpP3TPdxebKHKUjCzTeMT_vQBbNJ1IvdTjt5GqcAm1T1UDRcAS0mxPkvIZ-giui4Tuh8Dtda.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQ8Ph9jUhNMATTZiJ1vDZ6LFNNhaXkb88Y4zfo7lxkscbRU9vxASR1U6CwZwN7kJSXpweM8Tuqw5RrYP8qnPUQBteulXVVg_TYyrlg6IQKg-0decPMss2YYydiUziBG0P_59Y8nKBw7aE/s320/PQAAAN2HdGskjqn0Xhti50CFeKHRywSgfqdAWxjIWDuRE2Ghf_FyIpP3TPdxebKHKUjCzTeMT_vQBbNJ1IvdTjt5GqcAm1T1UDRcAS0mxPkvIZ-giui4Tuh8Dtda.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5729397272591655074" /></a><br /><br />Estou com a vaidade acima do peso.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-88188274626754985272011-12-20T13:37:00.000-08:002011-12-20T13:43:25.041-08:00Título - Tem um que é assim:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sXSAeUWkJ4Vy06OpenKUKHiUM5kAIDzvBcstkErmcYE-zIf0OLILbNkqOQP3uYaUyNvjtav6ybBdWs33KnrgbEBhFymWDxbRy8kKqE5PQrhcioQTENSf55DIt52OQ0SUcugLGX8oEhM/s1600/0017.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_sXSAeUWkJ4Vy06OpenKUKHiUM5kAIDzvBcstkErmcYE-zIf0OLILbNkqOQP3uYaUyNvjtav6ybBdWs33KnrgbEBhFymWDxbRy8kKqE5PQrhcioQTENSf55DIt52OQ0SUcugLGX8oEhM/s320/0017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688329407895094882" /></a><br />Não é que o mundo seja só ruim e triste. É que as pequenas notícias não saem nos grandes jornais. Quando uma pena flutua no ar por oito segundos ou a menina abraça o seu grande amigo, nenhum jornalista escreve a respeito. Só os poetas o fazem.<br /><br />Rita ApoenaGustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-7078037512511026552011-05-21T18:34:00.000-07:002011-08-09T07:21:26.999-07:00sky!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0y-vlzQfvFvkVoCbHIfa3iAuiT9k4hFaIAwYUrQ7gC1ja2GG54o97gMQoXNLO6KvJGPW73m_6U7v4irH3Q-qOKKfVJRlsGDLSVofp5AU6cGEoztJTG6b4k2-EEU-5yUhONABqv19QeM/s1600/PQAAAPoY3zxz1txLa8Z1ZaPpbP67SFhcniS3Q3WbgZz-Wi2g_gpTsghfd9PCfQHo8tKwfaIQBBcd-eVhWu4vBmYGuSkAm1T1UOhkUQDqFaFIeQflkPLKFuoLgjGJ.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp0y-vlzQfvFvkVoCbHIfa3iAuiT9k4hFaIAwYUrQ7gC1ja2GG54o97gMQoXNLO6KvJGPW73m_6U7v4irH3Q-qOKKfVJRlsGDLSVofp5AU6cGEoztJTG6b4k2-EEU-5yUhONABqv19QeM/s320/PQAAAPoY3zxz1txLa8Z1ZaPpbP67SFhcniS3Q3WbgZz-Wi2g_gpTsghfd9PCfQHo8tKwfaIQBBcd-eVhWu4vBmYGuSkAm1T1UOhkUQDqFaFIeQflkPLKFuoLgjGJ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638861149238621298" /></a>
<br />só.
<br />Não preciso de incentivo para isso,
<br />sou voluntário de minhas angustias
<br />adoro minha embriagues
<br />ela eh assim, sozinha como eu.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-45049230595718562492011-03-15T11:49:00.000-07:002011-08-09T07:22:42.109-07:00Dia!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjUR_vLfuvE1nYWppTGIFszCvZMi3tXeLSc2BXPR07OW-hA1VKENJ7dsCZtSK_rIG9GY9figWa0Yop0-u_4LrrKZs8RfdOcrH9uKcIyT_4K3MaeIaHTqmcoYF2jYQ9v9Fja-srWN4wQ0/s1600/PQAAAJloLIL9VK8N_ka5nOVh9_lLh1nvvVCWnmjr6VFOpn3pQ81q2ufDYpWO3iK6qXZ6rEgO09kGHWrgkY4I4LAauIsAm1T1UIxhWYNUP8U5JxYJDEUtz6yCdkRu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOjUR_vLfuvE1nYWppTGIFszCvZMi3tXeLSc2BXPR07OW-hA1VKENJ7dsCZtSK_rIG9GY9figWa0Yop0-u_4LrrKZs8RfdOcrH9uKcIyT_4K3MaeIaHTqmcoYF2jYQ9v9Fja-srWN4wQ0/s320/PQAAAJloLIL9VK8N_ka5nOVh9_lLh1nvvVCWnmjr6VFOpn3pQ81q2ufDYpWO3iK6qXZ6rEgO09kGHWrgkY4I4LAauIsAm1T1UIxhWYNUP8U5JxYJDEUtz6yCdkRu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5638861481275186178" /></a>
<br />Quando amanhecer vou amanhecer, dessa vez de verdade, anoitecer nas manhãs isso tornará parte do meu entardecer,do meu ontem escuro e sombrio!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-33574863023113657962011-02-05T21:32:00.001-08:002011-02-05T21:39:27.873-08:00brincaram no meu teto!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8-yNp_Lce65zKP_4J_2YD2nWfp8fXg_WWkgoXM6qDTmFWsK7elXQIwE8OJQOHPZzbZgvNtEmk1mrOfAfztfT9mQHTp-CWhu-7-rrIEJ42F618Yycb93bB8QrLwveoxO_tL4nBMpxPNw/s1600/IMG_4229.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjc8-yNp_Lce65zKP_4J_2YD2nWfp8fXg_WWkgoXM6qDTmFWsK7elXQIwE8OJQOHPZzbZgvNtEmk1mrOfAfztfT9mQHTp-CWhu-7-rrIEJ42F618Yycb93bB8QrLwveoxO_tL4nBMpxPNw/s320/IMG_4229.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570446362424683202" /></a><br />Tem uma goteira dentro de mim, e não consigo encontra-la...Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-22224484407792190812010-12-20T08:21:00.000-08:002010-12-20T08:31:47.646-08:00Mercinho e os "face"!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-M4wRpaZYXR0xAAeEuYjTmatWbvafuiL7ytwBawHBtEt7mqVEvi2Kaa1sO6Fav0fz6TyoE1FYEAL37otwKXfd67zinm6REZEHQpwNMizrKMpwbdLgHT9tYjN0pcuj3xC9Ch5vHXYTC0Q/s1600/garoto+das+aguas..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-M4wRpaZYXR0xAAeEuYjTmatWbvafuiL7ytwBawHBtEt7mqVEvi2Kaa1sO6Fav0fz6TyoE1FYEAL37otwKXfd67zinm6REZEHQpwNMizrKMpwbdLgHT9tYjN0pcuj3xC9Ch5vHXYTC0Q/s320/garoto+das+aguas..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552801913097137170" /></a><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"></span>Eu só preciso de uma caixa de cerveja gelada e a companhia de um homem que me chame de bicho, de cara, enquanto enche meu copo até o transbordar da espuma, enquanto papeamos distraídos sobre as mulheres que não queremos...<br /><br />Emerson BragaGustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-30875082914837243352010-11-15T13:39:00.000-08:002010-11-15T13:52:45.513-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj458ouZQgGtKC0pdWhV6aONXatvcHuK2nyIq_yO4euSJQj92fLg3tWJ-B2UWoP-WyFrrqiTyfADEWzuWfir3ThU8auCxQ3bw4jXxusUvEz8j9XpBl3fxnGIpUL0qhCNBQBo2szVfkC8Dg/s1600/DSC03427.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj458ouZQgGtKC0pdWhV6aONXatvcHuK2nyIq_yO4euSJQj92fLg3tWJ-B2UWoP-WyFrrqiTyfADEWzuWfir3ThU8auCxQ3bw4jXxusUvEz8j9XpBl3fxnGIpUL0qhCNBQBo2szVfkC8Dg/s320/DSC03427.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539897603658260098" /></a><br />"Chorar dói"Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-26643519471084255222010-11-12T17:08:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:26:41.130-08:00De risos rasos.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsKDxRBYlsuJ6bHPTHOMETigK73smusYeN2DtF7OY67qHAVxoxyc4UeFHrBsAlI69k7QLYpTCdXP99ELPJ7Eh7wewj6_ZaAQzNgo5DoAcgr3158FknAovHsfO04kHEFKCgJRaJhktykU/s1600/ramos+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXsKDxRBYlsuJ6bHPTHOMETigK73smusYeN2DtF7OY67qHAVxoxyc4UeFHrBsAlI69k7QLYpTCdXP99ELPJ7Eh7wewj6_ZaAQzNgo5DoAcgr3158FknAovHsfO04kHEFKCgJRaJhktykU/s320/ramos+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538839388769331698" /></a><br /><br />O riso era raso, não contagiava,<br />o riso era superficial,contaminava,<br />o riso era parado,leviano e aparentemente falso,<br />o riso era rente e errante,vago!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-7775051263417178332010-10-25T20:12:00.000-07:002010-10-25T20:21:12.564-07:00Um lindo machucado<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3wukLzMPNzK-bGwk96LK7s9HBxFNHqZr45s6cS6ss-BYrrV8mJswTJCaNY1kLmwTjp2XcFT-SQE7q69cDQZWrYc9ieW6eNhlWgDVu0MQnjQydgVfvpzJbQArv6vMIUsq2G0IWPep1z8/s1600/OQAAABHiMzpGIcRfd1e98ki8j4599Lu0x17UsK41wEPB_WtLXOF_SDKvVZBApWrQfBV6a6BOtX5bE8k3EJh228i_twcAm1T1UO6EEfHrUriqPYn3f-k843LUr4_7.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiU3wukLzMPNzK-bGwk96LK7s9HBxFNHqZr45s6cS6ss-BYrrV8mJswTJCaNY1kLmwTjp2XcFT-SQE7q69cDQZWrYc9ieW6eNhlWgDVu0MQnjQydgVfvpzJbQArv6vMIUsq2G0IWPep1z8/s320/OQAAABHiMzpGIcRfd1e98ki8j4599Lu0x17UsK41wEPB_WtLXOF_SDKvVZBApWrQfBV6a6BOtX5bE8k3EJh228i_twcAm1T1UO6EEfHrUriqPYn3f-k843LUr4_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532189184544500642" /></a><br />O peito eh plano assim justamente <br />pra levar porrada, e deixa ela vir, <br />sejamos fortes e abertos,<br />pois eh o sustento!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-70246019819865266452010-10-25T20:08:00.000-07:002010-10-25T20:22:16.256-07:00Meu coração ta aí, cuidado pra não pisar!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJY9HaJFayxnxodxdBtkI1p1U-cYSgbiF2XwoFwyRznqxA4PfgtaSdAsuWnY8W7uTTLbvTkxvSsGoWqsTk-9_jBcclcT0xJcuPoEyVHtCLZKSNvDGild-sEL407PHZsQTd5rYKArC7qU/s1600/Frida+amiga.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrJY9HaJFayxnxodxdBtkI1p1U-cYSgbiF2XwoFwyRznqxA4PfgtaSdAsuWnY8W7uTTLbvTkxvSsGoWqsTk-9_jBcclcT0xJcuPoEyVHtCLZKSNvDGild-sEL407PHZsQTd5rYKArC7qU/s320/Frida+amiga.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532188430891584914" /></a><br />Não somos cobras,não temos veneno...<br />sou puro sentimento...<br />cobra é que cospe o que saboreia...<br />comigo não,comigo a lei é assim:<br />vc ama...e quer mais...é lei de gente.<br />bicho de sentimento bonito.Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8597228385471711365.post-66717050529130902502010-08-02T19:09:00.000-07:002010-08-02T19:21:25.524-07:00.Pedrinhas.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD1n9beE7H09HYiqx40-9F6TqphnXDG_isI0E4B844C_fgWrQ3oPRHb-7XwHpNq91-jUL41ZUXgGP_Fx-KWkYmTMEAam2B3qgLdEEuyzAMmzr-qr6q_ZOTQdC9WwWadC6_RRt2hpVgCg/s1600/ver+passar+o+tempo..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnD1n9beE7H09HYiqx40-9F6TqphnXDG_isI0E4B844C_fgWrQ3oPRHb-7XwHpNq91-jUL41ZUXgGP_Fx-KWkYmTMEAam2B3qgLdEEuyzAMmzr-qr6q_ZOTQdC9WwWadC6_RRt2hpVgCg/s320/ver+passar+o+tempo..jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501002992162465394" /></a><br />Em um mundo de albergues e rodeado de humores inúteis isso me deixa <br />sem fôlego e com a sensação de está engasgado com uma samambaia,<br />fico na minha quando é pra sorrir,você especula sorrindo, se vou sorrir,<br />e lá estou teu,quando o toque vem da tua, da tua mão<br />acariciando os meus cabelos,na verdade tão teus,se vou sorrir?<br />sim...por dentro!Gustavo Lopeshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01656687505134194036noreply@blogger.com3