tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7433888359370234792024-03-12T16:57:08.503-07:00E por aí vaiMaiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743388835937023479.post-21190692156458143872011-04-13T09:21:00.000-07:002012-01-04T11:37:47.219-08:00AMaiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743388835937023479.post-4140923845217632052011-04-12T17:38:00.000-07:002011-04-12T17:40:39.770-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA53UY2WCGL60yv2WIb7eLxMrp3EHtMdpwE1tpGocpqJxDmqMhUrSN7dOfHyCMSXxOeKgLrhazkZTMwiZ7yEdvfG6svkkSoN8WvNNoMNxeHYIMs_SM0x8bRc__b3-2VUAT_cIpXdj0pwk/s1600/tumblr_li2slpNdV31qf9lolo1_400.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 310px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA53UY2WCGL60yv2WIb7eLxMrp3EHtMdpwE1tpGocpqJxDmqMhUrSN7dOfHyCMSXxOeKgLrhazkZTMwiZ7yEdvfG6svkkSoN8WvNNoMNxeHYIMs_SM0x8bRc__b3-2VUAT_cIpXdj0pwk/s320/tumblr_li2slpNdV31qf9lolo1_400.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594861559581215074" /></a>Maiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743388835937023479.post-78109387233134762892011-04-09T17:46:00.000-07:002011-04-09T17:50:51.860-07:00Todas as cartas de amor são (pra ti)Todas as cartas de amor são<div>Ridículas.</div><div>Não seriam cartas de amor se não fossem</div><div>Ridículas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Também escrevi em meu tempo cartas de amor,</div><div>Como as outras,</div><div>Ridículas.</div><div><br /></div><div>As cartas de amor, se há amor,</div><div>Têm de ser</div><div>Ridículas.</div><div><br /></div><div>Mas, afinal,</div><div>Só as criaturas que nunca escreveram</div><div>Cartas de amor</div><div>É que são</div><div>Ridículas</div><div><br /></div><div>A verdade é que hoje </div><div>As minhas memórias</div><div>Dessas cartas de amor</div><div>É que são</div><div>Ridículas.</div><div><br /></div><div>(Todas as palavras esdrúxulas,</div><div>Como os sentimentos esdrúxulos,</div><div>São naturalmente</div><div>Ridículas.)</div><div><br /></div><div>Álvaro de Campos.</div><div>Fernando Pessoa.</div>Maiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743388835937023479.post-66185488847938954752011-04-02T19:29:00.000-07:002012-01-04T11:38:24.006-08:00O que diferencia?Maiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-743388835937023479.post-75668483795144593902010-01-18T13:22:00.000-08:002012-01-04T11:37:05.834-08:00,Maiara Bastianihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10720476104841298531noreply@blogger.com2