tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14668529487256467372024-03-19T05:02:10.332-03:00Descobridor PerdidoPisar no céu da bocaTato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.comBlogger371125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-26611951614643750032012-09-25T09:35:00.002-03:002012-09-25T09:35:22.088-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
<em><span style="color: red; font-size: x-large;">Por que a primavera chegou.</span></em></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Quando chover,</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">deixa molhar.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red;">Prá receber o sol quando voltar.</span></div>
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<span style="color: red; font-size: xx-small;">[MJ]</span></div>
Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-1316803814086994972012-09-09T19:21:00.002-03:002012-09-09T19:29:36.634-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0leaKlmWb6Vb3nAy0_xtvqLQnNZC80fPbeooUyLFj9oFUmUUzojD89UaKBiUpb2Tl5DtsoWJaqh67wWryMixU_UndkuYgfxQcumt6A2IX3I_rD5dOxPoTKwDvT2IDeMIkzLJRaZhIsJQ/s1600/relampagos_raios_tarde%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5786307685794165970" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0leaKlmWb6Vb3nAy0_xtvqLQnNZC80fPbeooUyLFj9oFUmUUzojD89UaKBiUpb2Tl5DtsoWJaqh67wWryMixU_UndkuYgfxQcumt6A2IX3I_rD5dOxPoTKwDvT2IDeMIkzLJRaZhIsJQ/s400/relampagos_raios_tarde%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sou filho do vento,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">das nuvens cinzentas,</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">dos relâmpagos e trovões.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sou inconstante, sou livre.</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sou o próprio temporal</span></div><br />Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-7688977852099085152012-09-05T12:57:00.003-03:002012-09-05T13:23:19.017-03:00... doce<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_19RB_J25e_XjwCTDUokTtK5OK9dGEHw9SdMm8XIxljAfM4msjlRblE3d2-aVWiGU2u2LskUF0XOcz4WPTWkHUQfswAWCRAhSNdd9fqI68l3hfeJ7A-9ZCSxvuCfJV_0pC94bcXd-AGc/s1600/318445_382385955160198_845880440_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5784728475322865938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_19RB_J25e_XjwCTDUokTtK5OK9dGEHw9SdMm8XIxljAfM4msjlRblE3d2-aVWiGU2u2LskUF0XOcz4WPTWkHUQfswAWCRAhSNdd9fqI68l3hfeJ7A-9ZCSxvuCfJV_0pC94bcXd-AGc/s400/318445_382385955160198_845880440_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Vem de longe a doce melodia de uma flauta... faz lembrar que a vida pulsa. Tudo certo para um dia predominante azul, onde uma suáve brisa acaricia o corpo.</div><br /><div align="center">Lembro de coisas banais, de dias doces e festeiros. Corriqueiros momentos que tecem a trama do pulsar. </div><br /><div align="center"><em>Pergunto em fim</em>: </div><br /><div align="center">Onde um som que encanta os ouvidos pode nos levar? </div><br /><div align="center">Melodias doces que nos desdobram em lembranças... </div><br /><div align="center">ao longe alguém toca... </div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Quem é que pode ser gigante neste mundo tão pequeno?</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">RL</span></div><br />Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-58442854474709882342012-08-31T14:48:00.003-03:002012-08-31T14:54:31.739-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9CcjwiP8vr8uhAHTrozolhdH7-kvfCx68ApeXX7lcl2H7ysb6BLcjBiF4MygN9xLYERuSjVz1cqt3BoNUseZZFLAIxXxqf1uqXEzR7XVB54Dx6hQNB9YeAobHOnM6hQwh2pOaXTYPbQ/s1600/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5782896827141629218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip9CcjwiP8vr8uhAHTrozolhdH7-kvfCx68ApeXX7lcl2H7ysb6BLcjBiF4MygN9xLYERuSjVz1cqt3BoNUseZZFLAIxXxqf1uqXEzR7XVB54Dx6hQNB9YeAobHOnM6hQwh2pOaXTYPbQ/s400/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>Cena 2 - 1° Ato - Ano 3<br /></em></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Njob_Oii2b7WTkkeZZRymRHy0tHUmxnG5yl7vOJzcOg5OUPPik-9qJPGmRW5sBTdNo1AUd3ui8TNfVy4pBL6x1ZNvLdN-V0Q5bQBZ4vbHpXsPUUeTg0EaMdHCZOWtu2BhCAMK_oR5g8/s1600/7425ca2aee1e9f41db1c5d5872ba5d8f%255B1%255Dvvv.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 284px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5782896522611279314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5Njob_Oii2b7WTkkeZZRymRHy0tHUmxnG5yl7vOJzcOg5OUPPik-9qJPGmRW5sBTdNo1AUd3ui8TNfVy4pBL6x1ZNvLdN-V0Q5bQBZ4vbHpXsPUUeTg0EaMdHCZOWtu2BhCAMK_oR5g8/s400/7425ca2aee1e9f41db1c5d5872ba5d8f%255B1%255Dvvv.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Eu tenho o maior medo desse negócio de ser normal.</span><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">JL</span></div><br /></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-65018890431134298662012-08-28T13:53:00.005-03:002012-08-28T14:20:01.384-03:00... <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTLfR8FhR64ZxPvOQm5xoLwjjSTiOwd5bIpqEpdJ3TKbrdxSeeREgtPSPYehy9JQi68MWo6RJfO6m6D2MdZgp9PYRWbQZ492rwm5s0xVdkQEdW95JdGPmVsG_GAsvyaAubHxl3oucuqw/s1600/532398_441073269248223_1493450637_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 317px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5781773890115172738" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNTLfR8FhR64ZxPvOQm5xoLwjjSTiOwd5bIpqEpdJ3TKbrdxSeeREgtPSPYehy9JQi68MWo6RJfO6m6D2MdZgp9PYRWbQZ492rwm5s0xVdkQEdW95JdGPmVsG_GAsvyaAubHxl3oucuqw/s400/532398_441073269248223_1493450637_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Hoje a tarde chora, coberta em tons de cinzas. Peito comprime o coração que parece estar gigante. Nostalgia latente... chove.</div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de azul, sol a aquecer a pele e colorir o mundo em vibrantes cores. </div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de coração quente a bater frenético, batidas de vida. </div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de lábios frouxos, sorrindo, gargalhando ao correr do dia... </div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de paz, incenso exalar cheirinhos, energia boa de ambiente limpo.</div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de liberdade, pensar sentimentos, sonhar com os dias, com o porvir. </div><br /><div align="center">Gosto de dias macios... de levantar vôo.</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br />Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-56724819777134263122012-08-17T15:10:00.002-03:002012-08-17T15:14:28.826-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTXxI_OLMZKFRThy_Uyj3ZHRdeSwdrvx2qsVUX-i_0FGf0kC1wuwsFIla080f8H9xp8OC44BwTtU4NKR_En4jpRZjwLDxDDhZcogxD4JD-i7owVG9nyFmkO0LstR-RrhaWGlWvR24pxc/s1600/545149_2293638316862_1245880943_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 262px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5777707013873308786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiTXxI_OLMZKFRThy_Uyj3ZHRdeSwdrvx2qsVUX-i_0FGf0kC1wuwsFIla080f8H9xp8OC44BwTtU4NKR_En4jpRZjwLDxDDhZcogxD4JD-i7owVG9nyFmkO0LstR-RrhaWGlWvR24pxc/s400/545149_2293638316862_1245880943_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Sempre que houver alternativas tenha cuidado. Não opte pelo conveniente, pelo confortável, pelo respeitável, pelo socialmente aceitável, pelo honroso.</div><br /><div align="center">Opte pelo que faz seu coração vibrar. Opte pelo que gostaria de fazer, apesar de todas as consequencias. <span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff0000;"><em>Osho</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br />Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-90392694766834713692012-07-31T15:19:00.002-03:002012-07-31T15:25:13.479-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPsjnX4BL7sEqLVnH0yZI7P7n0gRa1rcRz91yVoNN4CzC_0ckKYpp5g2ewY0r8lP48gz4Q4LaglyQn95G0AQjXMCrFBLY6RNvEChoxcZIneNzCr3dW6pXnNwsZsdOtHB3EpsFhrWHyIY/s1600/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5771400826519573410" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIPsjnX4BL7sEqLVnH0yZI7P7n0gRa1rcRz91yVoNN4CzC_0ckKYpp5g2ewY0r8lP48gz4Q4LaglyQn95G0AQjXMCrFBLY6RNvEChoxcZIneNzCr3dW6pXnNwsZsdOtHB3EpsFhrWHyIY/s400/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Cena 1 - 1° Ato - Ano 3</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><br /></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtWQF4cvf6jmEhHJ2XRxpzLRQ_W47EYLmTv5PqwcPTgTrqKxBTmJ7SOdLUoYnchpasqwxJrAEDq0mwSid9XwjUkbJa3IPcZIrDIqWEd7wRc8H57KlCjkExEgSZG1lu8nrlPEUh_-vLVQ/s1600/427493_482824921728934_717627925_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5771400173276732066" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghtWQF4cvf6jmEhHJ2XRxpzLRQ_W47EYLmTv5PqwcPTgTrqKxBTmJ7SOdLUoYnchpasqwxJrAEDq0mwSid9XwjUkbJa3IPcZIrDIqWEd7wRc8H57KlCjkExEgSZG1lu8nrlPEUh_-vLVQ/s400/427493_482824921728934_717627925_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><em><strong><span style="color:#ff0000;">Parece que éramos tão invencíveis<br /></span></strong></em><br /><div><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div><br /></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-66020194871984051142012-07-18T10:50:00.003-03:002012-07-18T11:18:52.090-03:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">Um dia de inverno.</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ch9Ak3KdMhwTrfB5Ptu1ewn0HgrJmrgnPf4AK6lPCGyuIXFjIPYMwng-XPsdydXWmxSKrSz6w9e3YXt52hNXO8nci_fvr56ZGuPjgHlXoKpgMHqjPNLYtzfiJ5aH-_q7h3eDzzHCWk4/s1600/lareira%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5766513345419582002" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5Ch9Ak3KdMhwTrfB5Ptu1ewn0HgrJmrgnPf4AK6lPCGyuIXFjIPYMwng-XPsdydXWmxSKrSz6w9e3YXt52hNXO8nci_fvr56ZGuPjgHlXoKpgMHqjPNLYtzfiJ5aH-_q7h3eDzzHCWk4/s400/lareira%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Chuva e frio, assim está o dia por aqui, manhã cinza, típica do inverno.</div><br /><div align="center">As crianças estão de férias, exigem maior atenção. Filminhos, pipocas, brincadeiras e bagunças, trilhas sonoras, gargalhadas e gritos. Dias diferentes, crianças em ação.</div><br /><div align="center">Enquanto isso... no atelie as coisas estão bem devagar, logo isso muda e surge uma explosão de fazeres artísticos... por enquanto... descobridor perdido. </div><br /><div align="center">Agora é calorzinho da lareira, caneca de café e livro.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk </span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-11074915498029604152012-07-05T13:19:00.000-03:002012-07-05T13:19:51.697-03:00<div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>Vida que te quero.</strong></span></div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQdAsck8qD0GjqBGDViYm1rYoXmaWnrPuTB7kaJ9eCTdyAGBbFXatCjDdKsnyGxd2A6ZihgeC2hjytcFiKFCzts_oB-JVbLodXJEUIVtbzhPmG11nv1GZQzptkLFsjepvrQpuusyRvVI/s1600/passeio+Brava-+15.04.2012+068mkfa.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 119px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5761366945804156786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpQdAsck8qD0GjqBGDViYm1rYoXmaWnrPuTB7kaJ9eCTdyAGBbFXatCjDdKsnyGxd2A6ZihgeC2hjytcFiKFCzts_oB-JVbLodXJEUIVtbzhPmG11nv1GZQzptkLFsjepvrQpuusyRvVI/s400/passeio+Brava-+15.04.2012+068mkfa.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Assim passam os dias, meses, anos e as décadas. Meu jeans surrado , conta história de juventude e sorri.</div><br /><div align="center">O tênis, deixou marcas que arranharam o chão em fortes cicatrizes, nada volta, tudo acelera e o hoje é ontem. O espelho me desenha com cara que sei ser minha mas não reconheço. Meus cabelos, quem tingiu? A camisa que ontem usava na balada e me deixava com jeito de sonhos e planos, está apertada. Quero gritar... Me quero de volta!...</div><br /><div align="center">Quebro o espelho e me vejo assim... Jovem, com outras camisas, outros sonhos, outros planos, fico feliz, a vida me aquece, vou comprar um tênis novo.</div><br /><div align="center">Feliz Aniversário, Tato.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-64827615476394215282012-07-04T12:47:00.004-03:002012-07-04T13:22:34.215-03:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">... do pouco que sei</span></em></strong></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4vpORedVuH9Q6iQea4sEXgb_3uD7wqpSDr2YLK19SNhCk-NGpMW86JM8dVQ_2qPL8IetQnKcvdMqVFiQUYMUQfJ2rejRS2gwUmdz22AvoyKJx7USXszUtKVXxCJechBCuwSlTUwzFgc/s1600/545149_2293638316862_1245880943%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A7_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5761348020573393218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD4vpORedVuH9Q6iQea4sEXgb_3uD7wqpSDr2YLK19SNhCk-NGpMW86JM8dVQ_2qPL8IetQnKcvdMqVFiQUYMUQfJ2rejRS2gwUmdz22AvoyKJx7USXszUtKVXxCJechBCuwSlTUwzFgc/s400/545149_2293638316862_1245880943%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A7_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Uma tarde quente que nada lembra o inverno. No céu apenas pequenos flocos brancos quebram o azul intenso... tarde tranquila.</div><br /><div align="center">Dias assim me encantam, sabor de quero viver. </div><br /><div align="center">No atelie, movimento e criação... Artista sobrevivendo as próprias investidas, total engano, mira certeira... fora do alvo, o alvo brilha te deixando alusinado...dor da criação, <em>Descobridor Perdido</em>.</div><br /><div align="center">Realidade instiga a vida, essa pulsa em caminhos de flores, cercadas de espinhos. Dias reais, vida real... Amarelo e azul, céu e sol... eu no meio. Vida que escolhi, vida que quero, vida que sei... <em>minha</em>.</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-61290424606684061842012-06-20T09:24:00.005-03:002012-06-20T11:50:14.254-03:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnib92mEXh2b8xzMP0pVZmEy0O4O9rKwh2ALVMf4zD2Y-1M-NR6RfYUulk4v5waXLqoScWLDb_5cbbVJKRq_pAypbanW_53c_E0BXP-x2p-KIhMEky9aHp3l00bqRgaNin4Sh168fGyxA/s1600/Passeio+em+Ararangu%25C3%25A1+-05052012+030mDP.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 137px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5756106296188585890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgnib92mEXh2b8xzMP0pVZmEy0O4O9rKwh2ALVMf4zD2Y-1M-NR6RfYUulk4v5waXLqoScWLDb_5cbbVJKRq_pAypbanW_53c_E0BXP-x2p-KIhMEky9aHp3l00bqRgaNin4Sh168fGyxA/s400/Passeio+em+Ararangu%25C3%25A1+-05052012+030mDP.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;">...por <strong><em>A</em></strong>mor</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><br /><div align="center">Uma caneca de café, o computador, eu sem saber direito por onde começar.... sei que lá fora o dia chora em pequenas gotículas que molham a terra e as plantas que se encontram em estado de dormência devido a estação, mudanças estão por vir, inverno que chega.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">O frio e a chuva não impede a rotina da manhã, essa que faz os dias sorrirem, e os tornam especiais e tão desiguais, rotinas-desiguais.</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Confesso que deixei muitas coisas de lado em pról de algo bem maior. </div><br /><br /><div align="center">A chegada das crianças viraram minha vida de cabeça para baixo, aos poucos estou nivelando e me reinventando, para algumas coisas puxei a freio, para outras acelerei, o que me fez balançar bastante, enfrentei grandes turbulencias, mas a história da vida não se escreve assim? O importante é que estamos sobrevivendo, conhecendo as manhas e saboreando as descobertas boas, as desagradáveis...a gente dribla. Somos nós com fome de viver... querendo recuperar algo que não foi nos dado... os passos até a chegada. Quantas dúvidas, perguntas sem respostas... eu querendo ser colo gigante, com braços de abraçar e fazer esquecer algo que sei ser cicatriz, tatuagem que rasga a pele... Sei que há um novo brilho nos olhinhos que me olham e sinto o amor me raiar... luz dos olhos deles... esperança e força para os meus. Quero, preciso, sei que serei vencedor... olhares brilhantes e sorrisos reais serão meu troféu. A plantinha cresce, e nós também...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div><br /><br /><div align="center"></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-30264068924340135772012-03-15T15:20:00.000-03:002012-03-15T15:21:48.927-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCo-CH1fXOfGNWyxWTiWnjFM5-x8UKS-o1q9BBJviqXAjb0_U5EskvhbbTuyS1pzewiej_t_FVvxkigQwEdwV6LUpsZJ45_rsEEhpriD7a_mL1efjjjTP3W_AjJdtetatWaNTlrnKSqk0/s1600/P1070596%255B1%255D1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720190593184544178" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCo-CH1fXOfGNWyxWTiWnjFM5-x8UKS-o1q9BBJviqXAjb0_U5EskvhbbTuyS1pzewiej_t_FVvxkigQwEdwV6LUpsZJ45_rsEEhpriD7a_mL1efjjjTP3W_AjJdtetatWaNTlrnKSqk0/s400/P1070596%255B1%255D1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><em><strong>Chove lá fora.</strong></em></span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-76151179846689095792012-03-15T15:12:00.000-03:002012-03-15T15:13:58.942-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPTtdwxVr9E7aRtnlzY7nerB1nMUjsDBUrsqkSdVmrZ3WoNGHS4Y4rfaBYB-fTOM1HYSpmsOfX0ZQpRb0IID0IT2g_IEhmkHdbQV_59mvA2pvhnf0cIWhJY5ZdoMp-PxOvGPMhaq0YQY/s1600/308846_194454877307984_151170734969732_404956_1562815147_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 178px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720188639067809506" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaPTtdwxVr9E7aRtnlzY7nerB1nMUjsDBUrsqkSdVmrZ3WoNGHS4Y4rfaBYB-fTOM1HYSpmsOfX0ZQpRb0IID0IT2g_IEhmkHdbQV_59mvA2pvhnf0cIWhJY5ZdoMp-PxOvGPMhaq0YQY/s400/308846_194454877307984_151170734969732_404956_1562815147_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-4630114271018730832012-03-11T09:17:00.000-03:002012-03-11T09:18:19.095-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-AaceM9GaiqV8YHqtFnjdaeDFrE0C2NNo3DNPqrCbH3VzJTqyO8TQtbAUv2W-UFL0Lh12RBXYAN2zc62MFI3bg6kCWb95heCLwTt8hsC3Qzt4k9sS7OyKlOwaih2PSv-7Ft-dYKyLw0/s1600/por-do-sol-jericoacoara%255B1%255Dsol.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5718612559366233954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy-AaceM9GaiqV8YHqtFnjdaeDFrE0C2NNo3DNPqrCbH3VzJTqyO8TQtbAUv2W-UFL0Lh12RBXYAN2zc62MFI3bg6kCWb95heCLwTt8hsC3Qzt4k9sS7OyKlOwaih2PSv-7Ft-dYKyLw0/s400/por-do-sol-jericoacoara%255B1%255Dsol.jpg" /></a> <span style="color:#ff0000;">Hoje tem </span><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong><em>Sol<br /></em></strong></span><br /></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-9371637561682121972012-03-02T08:12:00.003-03:002012-03-02T08:30:56.910-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfSGE8CEq4TAR-fIwxvpOKjoXnke5GeG2s1UoYAbzPKnK69vklUoZWX3ZayZWWVzxRgU7Q9Soo0OB70gOF4wt95Houa8JTrIRon1kkpDzsKZthXrXItBT-8KgLRsy4lGaDgAZ568LmcY/s1600/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+elementar+485.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715260045998383346" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDfSGE8CEq4TAR-fIwxvpOKjoXnke5GeG2s1UoYAbzPKnK69vklUoZWX3ZayZWWVzxRgU7Q9Soo0OB70gOF4wt95Houa8JTrIRon1kkpDzsKZthXrXItBT-8KgLRsy4lGaDgAZ568LmcY/s400/C%25C3%25B3pia+de+elementar+485.jpg" /></a> <br /><div align="center">O dia nasceu macio, e um azul intenso toma conta de toda a paisagem.</div><br /><div align="center">Agora cedinho, rotina executada, vou pro atelie, não pretendo criar nada, mas dar um geral, está precisando, assim como a vida... tenho andado ocupado comigo, arrumando minhas tralhas(gavetas), vendo o que fica e o que vai embora, por vezes precisamos tomar atitudes, e estou tentando... atitude, esse é o segredo da vida.</div><br /><div align="center">Família cresceu e confesso está bem melhor agora, é claro que em alguns momentos sinto falta do meu silencio... do meu estar vazio... do meu ser meu.</div><br /><div align="center">Mas agora, o meu ser <em>meu</em>, é ser <em>nosso</em>. Estou literalmente em estado de glória ( por vezes conflitante) com isso, acho maravilhoso esse fato, e é fato, assumido.</div><br /><div align="center">Estou colhendo dias azuis, com algumas tempestades no percorrer, mas azuis predominantes. E la nave vá...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Hoje me deu saudade e vontade de passar por aqui...</div><br /><br /><div align="center">Azul...</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-78224353014028309342012-02-27T17:33:00.000-03:002012-02-27T17:34:21.059-03:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91ePy8R_I5yB_4o1xYG3YSsHfVRHQwuQ6mM0CXkH1yN8V-9UkrOabmRzRXaKMVEhH0dfCQZwP23pUealFf6Y2To-gTi481H6QFEWqZtqDiOvqAhxNe8IdPUqwDgaxKjSBq2fo-OmN360/s1600/408865_322082607839783_261705443877500_859432_494557283_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 251px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713916455856039538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj91ePy8R_I5yB_4o1xYG3YSsHfVRHQwuQ6mM0CXkH1yN8V-9UkrOabmRzRXaKMVEhH0dfCQZwP23pUealFf6Y2To-gTi481H6QFEWqZtqDiOvqAhxNe8IdPUqwDgaxKjSBq2fo-OmN360/s400/408865_322082607839783_261705443877500_859432_494557283_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-77872333696979683442012-02-24T22:34:00.000-02:002012-02-24T22:35:34.489-02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14mNdSxe8uZe5WiSDBg0y59l9irI_S35_GFIBITyhjrPU_OGSAHxejyWvIBgkyzV1ZMlw1GpF3HQTPCeG0sXHHHgD5KT3pAjf-phyphenhyphenpEbMjrxWc_QUYjWtH2dUOvArw-Kmo59HdVQPcIY/s1600/422551_279688175437861_199912013415478_718911_414578827_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5712865289484286354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14mNdSxe8uZe5WiSDBg0y59l9irI_S35_GFIBITyhjrPU_OGSAHxejyWvIBgkyzV1ZMlw1GpF3HQTPCeG0sXHHHgD5KT3pAjf-phyphenhyphenpEbMjrxWc_QUYjWtH2dUOvArw-Kmo59HdVQPcIY/s400/422551_279688175437861_199912013415478_718911_414578827_n%255B1%255D.jpg" /></a> <br /><div></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-80885435710775938962012-02-14T14:16:00.005-02:002012-02-15T10:45:46.694-02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yykLPkDEyNkcluOwxT6atIrrlYR_Zo0NeCqHRgEUrmQShQoyzI0XdrbqKn12UncElaoi1RpNyatNnRvEIuEjrBAg6ATcIFzOvbf_lh8rdwl5EX6jygV7eEk-UCrILa5qZsabB8BDLC8/s1600/1319411546583_f%255B1%255Dmkb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 241px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5709034146372848098" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-yykLPkDEyNkcluOwxT6atIrrlYR_Zo0NeCqHRgEUrmQShQoyzI0XdrbqKn12UncElaoi1RpNyatNnRvEIuEjrBAg6ATcIFzOvbf_lh8rdwl5EX6jygV7eEk-UCrILa5qZsabB8BDLC8/s400/1319411546583_f%255B1%255Dmkb.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><div align="center">Na poça d'água, centenas de círculos são formados pelos pingos da chuva que cai, o barulho remete a introspecção... um falso silencio toma conta da tarde.</div><br /><div align="center">Sozinho, com uma tarde inteira para sonhar... </div><br /><div align="center">Lembro das crianças que estão no colégio, olho ao redor e percebo as ausencias, pensei: como era minha vida antes delas... e só em pensar que um dia não as tive, a vida se desfez... </div><br /><div align="center">Meu sol são sorrisos, guargalhadas, barulhos de festins, que estouram expulsando a morte e chamando a vida! Hoje estou vivo.</div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>Mandei fazer um barquinho</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>de papel </em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>de papelão</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>prá levar o meu benzinho</em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>prá dentro do coração</em></strong>.</div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-26725215391016187552012-01-10T20:56:00.001-02:002012-01-10T20:58:20.331-02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Verão</span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANnKekkwzgbNURbE0myW45kiS5pa0PEPv7i6gAik_EKXodB63_2WVHIXrFG-SDCRmCA3P_50bPMxH0v4J6iDt-3DkJWhFY0rBKJ-yuKAJjDOsHbSxljt-6nZapmoInVwAkRw9CEKPvlE/s1600/DSC07500%255B1%255D1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696141151752184802" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANnKekkwzgbNURbE0myW45kiS5pa0PEPv7i6gAik_EKXodB63_2WVHIXrFG-SDCRmCA3P_50bPMxH0v4J6iDt-3DkJWhFY0rBKJ-yuKAJjDOsHbSxljt-6nZapmoInVwAkRw9CEKPvlE/s400/DSC07500%255B1%255D1.jpg" /></a> ... eu, por aí!<br /><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span><br /></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-19708956800152955392011-12-31T13:07:00.000-02:002011-12-31T13:08:34.583-02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLiPUWM_AGVk0H41Ap6YCaLfojcY9NLZ2pC26jXx09ROQvHlHUj1et-z0R2O_JyBq2O5g_Cm3mcFDdcBzNfLvQ0sjPIlwp_z8gQjkgnhw2O7z04-kotKfGEEzuT3-1G27NZNMRrNYzng/s1600/IMG_5394_2%255B1%255Dbl.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 296px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692309564149804450" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjiLiPUWM_AGVk0H41Ap6YCaLfojcY9NLZ2pC26jXx09ROQvHlHUj1et-z0R2O_JyBq2O5g_Cm3mcFDdcBzNfLvQ0sjPIlwp_z8gQjkgnhw2O7z04-kotKfGEEzuT3-1G27NZNMRrNYzng/s400/IMG_5394_2%255B1%255Dbl.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-18450571249950667322011-12-23T20:03:00.000-02:002011-12-23T20:04:18.864-02:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYMuG84aEGarmd5k4MxumuSsCk5f4dpN6HFsJOV_MlksAL7JP1PCnh0hthMs2d_Kp1ZZ80IHuy1YvDtqrL8UNLRmWb3vjZ7pw6NrQDuUJclxq6QX5s1gIGag96qSXEg1Mnk5WMp5WP5A/s1600/DSCN9683%255B1%255D..jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689448015552998498" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUYMuG84aEGarmd5k4MxumuSsCk5f4dpN6HFsJOV_MlksAL7JP1PCnh0hthMs2d_Kp1ZZ80IHuy1YvDtqrL8UNLRmWb3vjZ7pw6NrQDuUJclxq6QX5s1gIGag96qSXEg1Mnk5WMp5WP5A/s400/DSCN9683%255B1%255D..jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-87473551832699492732011-11-19T17:25:00.001-02:002011-11-19T17:29:10.124-02:00<div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">Pés para voar... </span></em></strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></em></strong></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZjjUumG-QZkqJAshti_OXDk1JRLqtqNTE6uWN5EjgyxxdHTAPmB-WG9vMpXS6scWoM4rF3lUwNda1zOWPJRTIeNfWJ33k2XQujO2w9DmbnZkPn9qH6Zqr9vopFrOeIDMicy_dTEAEYQ/s1600/ftnv+1391.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 306px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676790445993489266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnZjjUumG-QZkqJAshti_OXDk1JRLqtqNTE6uWN5EjgyxxdHTAPmB-WG9vMpXS6scWoM4rF3lUwNda1zOWPJRTIeNfWJ33k2XQujO2w9DmbnZkPn9qH6Zqr9vopFrOeIDMicy_dTEAEYQ/s400/ftnv+1391.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-size:180%;">...</span> eu voando<span style="font-size:180%;">...</span></span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-25380836575766898572011-09-29T17:02:00.003-03:002011-09-29T17:27:53.117-03:00Asas para voar...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hLeykWNu3X9nkf2e4lRWuY4e5v7XPFBJNCTYlXtYX-tnOyVMYCKg2qode1DcFrPcwmaypvsA8NMD-imkEON5ZjdM4Feh2EBYtfFZ8sBOVLXdpdj9PvTxJ9WbXMbFGhWG-6bvbALxs0g/s1600/paz%255B1%255D1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657880929058021394" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3hLeykWNu3X9nkf2e4lRWuY4e5v7XPFBJNCTYlXtYX-tnOyVMYCKg2qode1DcFrPcwmaypvsA8NMD-imkEON5ZjdM4Feh2EBYtfFZ8sBOVLXdpdj9PvTxJ9WbXMbFGhWG-6bvbALxs0g/s400/paz%255B1%255D1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center">Estava a observar os pássaros no quintal, livres, cantando e fazendo algazarras. Lembrei dos que estão nos cativeiros, aprisionados numa gaiola por puro egoismo humano. Já pensou nas melodias que cantam? Prá nós parecem doces e harmonicas, para eles são lamentos de liberdade privadas e gritos de solidão. Condenados, presos em gaiolas, solitários e longe da vida... cadê seus vôos?... que céus alcançam?... pobres pequenos seres, vitimados por suas belezas, cativos de horrenda criatura chamada humana.</div><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-70713200676261796622011-09-08T13:51:00.003-03:002011-09-08T14:07:55.616-03:00chove, chuva,chove...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtp7I-1CrX4NdKdOxNS-kyYfhMBVYCouV17DbYZfUdWoYhJMxmrWlP42PpZAzJG0D_u_ueqniW7GOHLQ6rnREiHy0yEnwLdc3Tmdl112PNhyi_FJHufYrhxgc4SY3kofQ8JU_jVO15OcE/s1600/gota%255B1%255D1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5650036454842723874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtp7I-1CrX4NdKdOxNS-kyYfhMBVYCouV17DbYZfUdWoYhJMxmrWlP42PpZAzJG0D_u_ueqniW7GOHLQ6rnREiHy0yEnwLdc3Tmdl112PNhyi_FJHufYrhxgc4SY3kofQ8JU_jVO15OcE/s400/gota%255B1%255D1.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"><em>Chove, chuva, chove.</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Aqui os dias estão assim... molhados. Temporada de chuva, minha terra que é sol, fica triste e se desmancha em deslizamentos e alagamentos, tristeza de dar dó...</em></div><br /><div align="center"><em>Estou colocando minha vida em dia, aos poucos as coisas entram nos eixos, e acho o trilho certo. Por enquanto estou em fase de buscas, acertos e erros andam juntos me mostrando o caminho, e sigo... porém, não esqueço que a vida é doce, e a cubro de azul, mesmo quando a chuva insiste lá fora... estou de bem...</em></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:webdings;color:#ff0000;">mk</span></div>Tato Skinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02918506576699538046noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1466852948725646737.post-14724525004498371512011-08-15T18:39:00.004-03:002011-08-15T18:45:45.033-03:00<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RM-WcVrMSzIIMKhZZkWjSQ42lSHavuwhocfZ5B9CeHUhfGovl0aW6pA3ohB90-h6_CuShDYaxMsete9GwZsoDM4U6jTcy0omOVArCwfW0GbVclhqKilryJEuPAZ6rpV1fpAMyT-npdY/s1600/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 82px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641201589242818354" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_RM-WcVrMSzIIMKhZZkWjSQ42lSHavuwhocfZ5B9CeHUhfGovl0aW6pA3ohB90-h6_CuShDYaxMsete9GwZsoDM4U6jTcy0omOVArCwfW0GbVclhqKilryJEuPAZ6rpV1fpAMyT-npdY/s400/fundo+preto%255B1%255D+erty.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#ff0000;"> 1° ato - cena 7 - ano 2
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<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Eu vivo sempre no mundo da lua.</span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Tenho alma de artista</span></div>
<br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Sou um genio sonhador e romantico.</span></div>
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