tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86907592024-03-13T07:12:49.634-03:00CotidianoA poesia toda é um caminho ao desconhecido.THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.comBlogger912125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-89302588379159559252024-01-19T07:52:00.002-03:002024-01-19T07:52:20.306-03:00Scammers<p> </p><p>Mais do Scammers. </p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpyomzbT7hz0kO3TNEW91x_5wbaAsX86N0_vQYh609unz0kU_8lVfIDo9S-BFKYhTIO9XjnvE9uTDCwiPVBv6Ok1HOSwf7a08pTt0knJ7nc-_0VcCejCpwdtBx7aDJSgg3_uSAP5bkVQOkAP87MARSEjaSHeLgLgkDepaf9Ltl_QULlfz2zl_R" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="335" data-original-width="977" height="147" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhpyomzbT7hz0kO3TNEW91x_5wbaAsX86N0_vQYh609unz0kU_8lVfIDo9S-BFKYhTIO9XjnvE9uTDCwiPVBv6Ok1HOSwf7a08pTt0knJ7nc-_0VcCejCpwdtBx7aDJSgg3_uSAP5bkVQOkAP87MARSEjaSHeLgLgkDepaf9Ltl_QULlfz2zl_R=w429-h147" width="429" /></a></div><br /><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-81040878738991722112024-01-19T07:34:00.003-03:002024-01-19T07:34:38.502-03:00Scammers<p> </p><p>Buscando e midiatizando o golpista da internet.</p><p><br /></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaRCBMJ5k-tuIRc4I9UeYJYm13ZY_yrw-24hmrKtavJ5Dxca0TbitCsc_dmF5S65xCr0z5tlUt6AwqW0zLLYsfhwwd0EmHVYYuwygMsl2yiYlwJ2QUkgc6ci-Z93NGbr3T447IYh95iT58YG2tUPUq2Oscv7ZbupOvuyNvazqj4XwK7UdSvCtg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="155" data-original-width="823" height="130" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgaRCBMJ5k-tuIRc4I9UeYJYm13ZY_yrw-24hmrKtavJ5Dxca0TbitCsc_dmF5S65xCr0z5tlUt6AwqW0zLLYsfhwwd0EmHVYYuwygMsl2yiYlwJ2QUkgc6ci-Z93NGbr3T447IYh95iT58YG2tUPUq2Oscv7ZbupOvuyNvazqj4XwK7UdSvCtg=w694-h130" width="694" /></a></div><br /><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-66579506185653836252024-01-05T15:22:00.007-03:002024-01-05T15:22:53.473-03:00Euzinha<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpeqmXuMVggE4SVYQgL7TvGLU1knC885gVG9r7540u8ebaw-qyjT_cd3mY31Ygwf6tlb30Z10gCCDILDI3rsxm5aOB900x9P-V1_ia4FDFI636fXHhMVS8CIUxrXfzQ3gLaYwpaBgvi5EUmBgB0XoGuYfybS51reclwR77hSXUtVIR-DAG2oF/s873/Elda%20imagem.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="873" data-original-width="873" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEpeqmXuMVggE4SVYQgL7TvGLU1knC885gVG9r7540u8ebaw-qyjT_cd3mY31Ygwf6tlb30Z10gCCDILDI3rsxm5aOB900x9P-V1_ia4FDFI636fXHhMVS8CIUxrXfzQ3gLaYwpaBgvi5EUmBgB0XoGuYfybS51reclwR77hSXUtVIR-DAG2oF/w400-h400/Elda%20imagem.JPG" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Arte da Ieda.</div><br /> <p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-74867516704965081492024-01-04T14:23:00.001-03:002024-01-04T14:23:06.498-03:00Virada de 2023 para 2024<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;"><span style="vertical-align: inherit;">Aproveitando o tempo da virada com Márcia Mayo falando de saúde mental já que os nossos objetos de investigação e radicalizar as iniquidades de saúde da saúde mental. </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Ao ocorrer a morte de um produtor de cinema famoso uma das moças, advogada pensa: vamos inventar uma história. Na história, afirma que sua amiga artista que matou o famoso homem, logo, vai defende-la no tribunal. A ideia é que a artista encene o drama, trazendo assuntos pertinentes da atualidade - estupro, sedução, exploração. Assim, na defesa a ideia deu certo. A mulher é absolvida e ganha fama, quando então chega outra artista dizendo ter sido ela a que matou.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: trebuchet;">Esse filme é um retrato da realidade. Hoje as pautas sociais estão superando até a vida alheia. A fama vale a pena a qualquer custo, mesmo na exploração da morte alheia. O Diretor captou bem as questões sociais da atualidade. </span></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-1404200266271429172023-06-30T23:40:00.001-03:002023-06-30T23:40:05.069-03:00Pelas mulheres 210 milhõesHá tempos não escrevo. Já se passaram seis meses de minha primeira postagem até o momento.<div>Tantas coisas rolaram, entre essas coisas conheci pessoas, algumas, pelo caminhar dos acontecimentos serão aquelas que permanecerão amigas. Outras nem entraram no meu pequeno mundo já saíram. É estranho como as pessoas acham que devemos pensar igual.</div><div><br /></div><div>Algumas pessoas não suportam a diferença, nem mesmo das ideias.</div><div><br /></div><div>Que mundo cheio... No Brasil está tão cheio que passamos para 210 milhões de habitantes.</div><div><br /></div><div>Incrível a proliferação de pessoas. O mais incrível é saber que o nascer é com dor de parto.</div><div>Viva as mulheres.</div>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-15585296897324547282023-01-01T22:06:00.004-03:002023-01-01T22:06:31.371-03:00Nova Versão<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiCVmJcWZ2P3GsOgNyg8HqrC1EzSCBGVQv3MH0nuGZ-khS6t1dRl-ssjm7S93bNdTFV8M4fQLYqhw2fvFeF3erkcIo6tbcY7S-ndLo4-iPaA-HZXJOhWggyAQe1KF8x-L9QzfjTn49FkABQrK97F9FyXmQwz-cfQyfkgABol2-Mn4ujL7BRA" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" data-original-height="1111" data-original-width="825" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjiCVmJcWZ2P3GsOgNyg8HqrC1EzSCBGVQv3MH0nuGZ-khS6t1dRl-ssjm7S93bNdTFV8M4fQLYqhw2fvFeF3erkcIo6tbcY7S-ndLo4-iPaA-HZXJOhWggyAQe1KF8x-L9QzfjTn49FkABQrK97F9FyXmQwz-cfQyfkgABol2-Mn4ujL7BRA" width="178" /></a></div><p><br /></p>Essa foi uma das minhas versões em 2022. Eu mudei juntamente com o Ano Novo. Muitas coisas aconteceram entre elas, encontrei um scammers na internet.<p></p><p>Estou pensando seriamente em iniciar a escrever em inglês esse blog. Visto que os meus segundos leitores são os americanos.</p><p>Feliz Ano Novo a todos.</p><p>Marcando passagem.</p><p><br /></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-40350864794385854552022-07-03T09:57:00.000-03:002022-07-03T09:57:47.510-03:00<p style="text-align: center;"> A vida tem sido difícil, tudo é tão fugaz e volátil.</p><p style="text-align: center;">Essa imprecisão da vida me deixa apreensiva.</p><p style="text-align: center;"><br /></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-7346346082193996972022-04-25T14:46:00.003-03:002022-04-25T14:46:31.755-03:00Michael Miracle John<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vBfjgz2Iac0KuGfw3X0u263SdNfPRLQwgJLzh7XZwdmMKXl2ZCd-seHuBcnX-lhH-yfIU0envHNzYtP8TyjMWmx6RYUBy8JpzF0BHyAdHoIkBjoUbepg2V98lXcefXUDWDbGeIrpCiFLsjQexVg6oFTYK7uxoruCh0ONvWPBKwY9fLZz5g/s602/Atanas%20covid.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="602" data-original-width="527" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0vBfjgz2Iac0KuGfw3X0u263SdNfPRLQwgJLzh7XZwdmMKXl2ZCd-seHuBcnX-lhH-yfIU0envHNzYtP8TyjMWmx6RYUBy8JpzF0BHyAdHoIkBjoUbepg2V98lXcefXUDWDbGeIrpCiFLsjQexVg6oFTYK7uxoruCh0ONvWPBKwY9fLZz5g/s320/Atanas%20covid.jpg" width="280" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">I am looking this man. He use the name in social media like Atanas Ilarion or Lucas Gabin but the real name is Michael Miracle John. He is in Turkey. He use the APPs to scammers woman. Please if someone met this man with name Michael call me or call the police.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-92140910883670302682022-04-23T15:16:00.004-03:002022-04-23T15:16:30.078-03:00Michael Miracle John e Atana ilarion<p><span style="font-family: helvetica;">This is one person maybe live in Turkey, USA or Brazil. This man use account in speaky to take money woman that are there to learn English. He use the image Chris Blair. If you are talking with him call the police to him.</span></p><p>I will put here there <a href="https://www.facebook.com/groups/chrisblairecom">https:/www.facebook.com/groups/chrisblairecom</a>. He use the photos from Chris Blair.</p><p><br /></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-75074449942799239612022-04-02T22:41:00.005-03:002022-04-12T15:26:30.532-03:00Atanas ilarion<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-AkvFBXKyrPSEZcQHAjCHuOMY8sXG3-lE4hChkGE8fz75z6mDCxT0ppiEWwcdM9Tr4ytIFma91HjLbEvpICONtn00zfaXuYGyQ8UGVfLlZr6Bx62dz10iIC9YQ07SdNtAEa01n7oQScJquAo2o7jjZfps7UEYc5lmdCCxTuzYUbzRpt4tQ/s742/foto%207.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="742" data-original-width="646" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1-AkvFBXKyrPSEZcQHAjCHuOMY8sXG3-lE4hChkGE8fz75z6mDCxT0ppiEWwcdM9Tr4ytIFma91HjLbEvpICONtn00zfaXuYGyQ8UGVfLlZr6Bx62dz10iIC9YQ07SdNtAEa01n7oQScJquAo2o7jjZfps7UEYc5lmdCCxTuzYUbzRpt4tQ/w349-h400/foto%207.jpg" width="349" /></a></div><p><br /></p>This man is a thief. He talk so much beautifull thinks to us, ask and riceive money. After he blocked you and don't give you money again. I am looking where this men. The real name is Michael Miracle John.<p></p><p>Foto: Atanas Ilarion<br /> </p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-84186936475201270142022-02-09T08:24:00.004-03:002022-02-09T08:26:52.800-03:00Temperatura <p></p><div style="text-align: center;"> A temperatura da terra vêm se alternando.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzkPDHgudvQGgIfGb9SYrDvBk0yyxoK92hgEU5MY8f9-kjHfynkmkc779jd7N7RJF5XPkehJIyVouM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div style="text-align: center;">Vídeo enviado por <b>Atanas J Ilarion</b>, direto de Istambul. </div><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-20072965345733316542022-01-14T00:17:00.006-03:002022-01-14T00:17:41.075-03:002022 novas experiências <p></p><p><span style="color: black; font-size: 13.5pt;">Ano novo, novo ciclo, novas
perspectivas no velho doze conhecidos. Novas experiências chegam bombardeando, às
vezes dá medo - do desconhecido e do conhecido com novas roupagens. Novos
amigos, novos amores, novos choros, novas decepções. Que mundo estamos tecendo?
Alguns pagam pela mentira alheia. Outros sofrem pela verdade dita. A mim cabe
observar os passantes atentamente e tomar as melhores decisões, mesmo que
baseadas no medo. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></p>Abaixo - fotinhos daqueles que me faz lembrar que o tempo está passando. <div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRo5hkVlDTnf_4rVOMhC6Zm6w6KbYjMSMsRjMe72sMXq1N2vdUn5POTsOcND0TqqhEQ2_-vB1FsPptCCQdlmMmuRGCztAGCs90gYVyDWfYbEWCD63G_IuQN-9yx1-J8mfP7Xg_KUmhdwhUt-PHNlDerLQSX3ZrijR1XHMkHRO1Gokkha0gPA=s939" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="939" data-original-width="761" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgRo5hkVlDTnf_4rVOMhC6Zm6w6KbYjMSMsRjMe72sMXq1N2vdUn5POTsOcND0TqqhEQ2_-vB1FsPptCCQdlmMmuRGCztAGCs90gYVyDWfYbEWCD63G_IuQN-9yx1-J8mfP7Xg_KUmhdwhUt-PHNlDerLQSX3ZrijR1XHMkHRO1Gokkha0gPA=w162-h200" width="162" /></a></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCh2H3VP4mSmA9D7f7ZGzQPg9JcjoBxJFgc3DkNCePdZ_2XCqXFg3l_zFCkPLKyp-g7KvX19GxA_hz8BFIE5EBdyBeVuIYSt1lvpCpA6hT5xI3trk1WCAk3onZs7HMxUtA8jh6Og5rK8jr5kJ35bczIm5sQiS8DEbaPPY9zR7pMcgjw3qRWA=s1685" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1685" data-original-width="929" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiCh2H3VP4mSmA9D7f7ZGzQPg9JcjoBxJFgc3DkNCePdZ_2XCqXFg3l_zFCkPLKyp-g7KvX19GxA_hz8BFIE5EBdyBeVuIYSt1lvpCpA6hT5xI3trk1WCAk3onZs7HMxUtA8jh6Og5rK8jr5kJ35bczIm5sQiS8DEbaPPY9zR7pMcgjw3qRWA=w110-h200" width="110" /></a></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p></p></div>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-1721067708157139762021-11-09T23:25:00.002-03:002021-11-09T23:25:18.724-03:00COVID 19 Pandemia e os vivos<p> No começo da pandemia tivemos que ficar restritas em casa. Foi difícil para muitas pessoas. pois alguns moravam sozinhos, outros em casas em que haviam desavenças, outros não tinham nem casa para ficar.</p><p>Agora, parece que a COVID 19 está se findando. Sua sombra está entre nós não nos permitindo nos abraçarmos como outrora, ou mesmo sairmos e oferecermos um sorriso desmascarado aos nossos amigos.</p><p>Entretanto, estamos felizes porque sobrevivemos. Perdemos pessoas queridas e choramos com aqueles que também perderam seus entes queridos. Nós que sobrevivemos temos que nós comprometermos a fazer um mundo um pouco melhor. Esse tem sido o meu compromisso e espero que também seja o compromisso daqueles que por acaso ler esse pensamento.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-84481244795185211662021-10-04T09:02:00.004-03:002022-01-13T23:31:19.437-03:00Sandra, Jack e eu<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odzzBLQ01FU/YVrt2E0y6KI/AAAAAAAAF5I/22sacCHONQ8pzI6Mu8wSxUtqGQLTQPpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/nos.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1200" data-original-width="1600" height="240" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-odzzBLQ01FU/YVrt2E0y6KI/AAAAAAAAF5I/22sacCHONQ8pzI6Mu8wSxUtqGQLTQPpCQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/nos.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> Comemorando nossa amizade.</div><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-13044548481653736422021-09-26T18:09:00.006-03:002021-09-26T18:31:59.829-03:00Bartın city, Amasra town - Turkey<p>Recentely, I have a new friend from Turkey. He likes to travel and send to me some pictures from a litle city from Turkey, the name is <b><a href="https://turkeytravelplanner.com/go/BlackSea/amasra/index.html">Bartın city, Amasra town</a> </b>(information about the city)<b>. </b>He gives me permission to publish in my blog and I put here... Look the pictures. Congratulations!</p><p>Sorry with my poor English. :)</p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfh71R80I90/YVDfqSRvT2I/AAAAAAAAF2I/jw09ttWPElgOIm3A-t10z5Iny5JKf77mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/foto%2B2.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="180" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Qfh71R80I90/YVDfqSRvT2I/AAAAAAAAF2I/jw09ttWPElgOIm3A-t10z5Iny5JKf77mQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/foto%2B2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /><p></p><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px;"><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6fpGYxTRRk8/YVDfo4s2AII/AAAAAAAAF1w/oRkszYe5F2o7lMmX6VF05hWOj5mpGd3EgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Foto%2B1.jpg" style="clear: left; 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text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pu2rf80gPrM/YVDfpwWGzhI/AAAAAAAAF2E/yGdSHGQcgB859J3uOpiYGbnV3hX-SwGJgCLcBGAsYHQ/s1600/Fptp4.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="900" data-original-width="1600" height="192" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pu2rf80gPrM/YVDfpwWGzhI/AAAAAAAAF2E/yGdSHGQcgB859J3uOpiYGbnV3hX-SwGJgCLcBGAsYHQ/w343-h192/Fptp4.jpg" width="343" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToIfCVnVXGE/YVDfphHabCI/AAAAAAAAF18/lWhy--zR86obZCSyXYrUtDNApmYUM9hCACLcBGAsYHQ/s1504/Foto%2B6.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1504" data-original-width="1128" height="267" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ToIfCVnVXGE/YVDfphHabCI/AAAAAAAAF18/lWhy--zR86obZCSyXYrUtDNApmYUM9hCACLcBGAsYHQ/w200-h267/Foto%2B6.jpg" width="200" /></a></div></div></div><br /><br />Greet view the observer!<br /><b><br /></b><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-26604770661049181852021-09-24T16:09:00.005-03:002021-09-24T16:09:45.375-03:00Oliveira´s<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZxNvE6JdfY/YU4iIz27ZLI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ZA1wam8QOBI0lHrBLkWCC40CfnsDJKnGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s1280/elda1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1280" data-original-width="960" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MZxNvE6JdfY/YU4iIz27ZLI/AAAAAAAAF1Q/ZA1wam8QOBI0lHrBLkWCC40CfnsDJKnGwCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/elda1.JPG" width="240" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="text-align: center;"> Euzinha</span></div><br /><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-7781200043897652032021-09-13T11:39:00.004-03:002021-09-13T11:42:13.343-03:00Cantinhos bonitos em São Paulo<p> <span style="text-align: center;">Fui dar uma voltinha com a amiga e fixamos esse momento.</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;">Achamos bonito e confortável esses cantinhos.</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;"><br /></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r92kFvT9IKw/YT9hXnV73zI/AAAAAAAAFyw/1dCmfia0EgsNcVhzyLCTqHAouT9sUW3FACLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/cantinhos3.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-r92kFvT9IKw/YT9hXnV73zI/AAAAAAAAFyw/1dCmfia0EgsNcVhzyLCTqHAouT9sUW3FACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/cantinhos3.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Cantinho na vila Mariana</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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margin-right: 1em;"></a></div></div><br /><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j0P1Y0cI1Y/YT9hWaexL3I/AAAAAAAAFyo/Smlh1TJSz8A6OeZ8Jg0dnTPEZqfEAXtkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/cantinhos2.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7j0P1Y0cI1Y/YT9hWaexL3I/AAAAAAAAFyo/Smlh1TJSz8A6OeZ8Jg0dnTPEZqfEAXtkQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/cantinhos2.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Perpétua</td></tr></tbody></table><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84YPkMrOkGM/YT9hWH2zM_I/AAAAAAAAFyk/0ei521_VxY0L5h2eDqcR8wj73QuXBfEPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/5.jpg" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-84YPkMrOkGM/YT9hWH2zM_I/AAAAAAAAFyk/0ei521_VxY0L5h2eDqcR8wj73QuXBfEPQCLcBGAsYHQ/s320/5.jpg" width="240" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Eu mesma</td></tr></tbody></table><p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-67122639452743342112021-06-27T23:45:00.003-03:002021-09-13T11:29:50.054-03:00O verde desamado<p> Tantos questionamentos vão em minha mente. Ultimamente, vejo todos os brasileiros querendo ser europeus, africanos, japoneses... e assim sucessivamente. Todos deram o seu primeiro choro no Brasil, todavia, insistem em ser de outro lugar. Além disso, é um tal dizer que não sabemos escrever português. O que terá de errado com esse povo? O que terá de errado com essa terra? </p><p>Um lugar lindo. Tem lugares quase paradisíacos, mas totalmente desvalorizados. </p><p>Desvalorizam a natureza, matam as belezas existentes com as feiuras de suas ações. Onde está o problemas desse povo? Eu li outro dia uma narrativa do autor Mia Couto em que dizia - "Os ricos deveriam se envergonhar de ter tanta pobreza no mundo". O autor português Boaventura em alguns de seus relatos afirma - "A Europa é o que é devido aos saques realizados nas Colônias". E mesmo assim, os brasileiros continuam autobiografando-se europeus... blá blá blá.</p><p>Que canseira isso...</p><p>Quem me dera um dia essa terra tão verde e amada consiga dar a volta por cima.</p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-20156653726290964512021-06-06T01:38:00.007-03:002021-06-06T01:39:37.727-03:00Outono<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpzbblL1Xjc/YLxQLtL8r_I/AAAAAAAAFqU/ETyVNDWtigAw6SZcV4c1wAUnIPt0S1GfQCLcBGAsYHQ/s1024/WhatsApp%2BImage%2B2021-06-06%2Bat%2B01.22.23.jpeg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1024" data-original-width="576" height="200" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vpzbblL1Xjc/YLxQLtL8r_I/AAAAAAAAFqU/ETyVNDWtigAw6SZcV4c1wAUnIPt0S1GfQCLcBGAsYHQ/w113-h200/WhatsApp%2BImage%2B2021-06-06%2Bat%2B01.22.23.jpeg" width="113" /></a></div><br />Essas pernas caminham.<p></p><p>Marcam histórias.</p><p>E descansam ao sol.</p><p>Novos outonos.</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-1560783343727733862021-06-06T01:20:00.001-03:002021-06-06T01:32:39.187-03:00Uma mulher guerreira e forte<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSyJEL2QKI0/YLxKyYh_Q8I/AAAAAAAAFqM/2V51Apb2qG0lhmwD1RffDGSRKLmJrdb9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s2592/DSC00277.JPG" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1944" data-original-width="2592" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xSyJEL2QKI0/YLxKyYh_Q8I/AAAAAAAAFqM/2V51Apb2qG0lhmwD1RffDGSRKLmJrdb9ACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/DSC00277.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /> Hoje lembrei de você Julia. <div>Na época em que estava entre nós, eu era a fotografa, quase não tenho fotos ao seu lado. </div><div>Todavia, me recordo de cada clique que dei para que sua memória ficasse entre nós.<p></p><p>Você foi uma guerreira. Uma mulher forte. Uma mulher que não ouviu falar em interseccionalidade e muito menos em exclusão social. Entretanto, nunca se submeteu à exclusão. sempre se rebelou. Tanto é que apelidou os nossos vizinhos de "os brancos". Eu nunca havia pensado nesse apelido que dera aos nossos vizinhos. Hoje compreendo sua ações e enfrentamentos. "Os brancos" podiam entrar nas casas dos pretos, mas aos pretos não era permitido entrar nas casas dos brancos. Tais lembranças me remetem as leituras realizadas sobre a interseccionalidade, divisão de classes sociais, ser mulher negra etc. Essas coisas, atualmente diz ser marcadores sociais. Você mandou bem quebrando e lutando contra esses marcadores. </p><p>Saudades de você. </p><p>Saudades de sua força. </p><p>Saudades de sua energia. </p><p>Saudade de sua cumplicidade.</p><p>Saudades boas.</p><p><br /></p></div>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-87676825429174580232021-06-06T01:03:00.011-03:002021-06-06T01:07:09.850-03:00Desnuda<p> Me despi.</p><p> Do corpo a alma.</p><p> Tocou-me minhas mãos.</p><p> Dormi.</p><p> Sozinha.</p><p><span> </span><span> </span><span> Sonhos e desejos abandonados.</span><br /></p><p><span> Nua sem desejos.</span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> Amanheci.</span><br /></span></p><p><span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-25113611860278075502021-06-06T00:44:00.002-03:002021-06-06T00:45:17.318-03:00Mais naturezaUm pouco mais da natureza.<div>Um pouco mais dos humanos,</div><div>Um pouco mais da terra.</div><div>Um pouco mais do fruto da terra.</div><div>Um pouco mais de humanidade.</div><div>
<p></p></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0 0 0 40px; padding: 0px;"><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyPHgT7AAwg9Isb6f03OtScU_gvK8qEPbuQdOmPUs6xhlFlCy1Hyb-LMsDXWj2FftetnjbS4_78Ddg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div></div></blockquote><div><br /> <p></p></div>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-6814064152566027482021-04-11T19:37:00.009-03:002021-04-11T19:46:23.481-03:00Apesar de tudo as flores florescem!<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="text-align: left;">O vídeo é como se uma esperança brotasse</span><span style="text-align: left;"> em nossos corações.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Apesar de tudo, as flores florescem. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Assim, vale a pena tentarmos. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">Mesmo enfrentando a Pandemia que tem levado os nossos queridos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwWo6iNUz6W-SgcOuhr0DJarYaYFDW3hM0efUJwB2APGe-GihF6sWAZe23ppnH6eB_mJKm-UQq7mtM' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">This from your garden. Congratulations!</div><br /> <p></p>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8690759.post-57283760864268812782020-12-27T22:25:00.006-03:002020-12-27T22:33:46.014-03:00Cálice da vida<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MltbELPWHE8/X-kzmRuSemI/AAAAAAAAFf4/wmJuRqbGunUKLvDhEs5EdrN40DAG9IFyACLcBGAsYHQ/s535/Captura%2Bde%2Btela%2B2020-12-27%2B23.22.09.png" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="419" data-original-width="535" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-MltbELPWHE8/X-kzmRuSemI/AAAAAAAAFf4/wmJuRqbGunUKLvDhEs5EdrN40DAG9IFyACLcBGAsYHQ/s320/Captura%2Bde%2Btela%2B2020-12-27%2B23.22.09.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">2020 morre e com ele morre parte de mim. </span><span style="color: red;"> </span><span style="color: red;">Morreu o meu berço explêndido. </span><span style="color: red;">Perdão, minhas emoções te assassinaram. Nele estava as indecisões e a dor do óvulo infecundado. O seu último pulsar foi com amor. Aquele que não o tocou, mas lhe marcou. Suas memorias continuam em suas partes vivas. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: red;">E, na difícil decisão em mutilá-lo realizada com Amor. </span></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>THE WOMANhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08496325306999445503noreply@blogger.com0