tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66407422021174099492012-02-16T06:04:04.797-08:00Poesia FotografadaChris Arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01079368386103520504noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640742202117409949.post-77455038982866329892010-10-26T08:08:00.000-07:002010-10-26T08:08:26.933-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TMbjI7NRvSI/AAAAAAAABH8/Z23JKhpO2Ck/s1600/P1160512.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="160" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TMbjI7NRvSI/AAAAAAAABH8/Z23JKhpO2Ck/s320/P1160512.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"> "Quando chega a noite e você pode chorar..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;">( O desespero que aparece no fracasso dos sonhos)</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TMbjmxKc87I/AAAAAAAABIA/t42u0EAssDo/s1600/P1160809.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TMbjmxKc87I/AAAAAAAABIA/t42u0EAssDo/s320/P1160809.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Você é minha droga<br />Paixão e carnaval... </div><div style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace; text-align: center;">Meu Zem!<br />Meu Bem!<br />Meu Mal!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640742202117409949-7745503898286632989?l=chrisarruda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chris Arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01079368386103520504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6640742202117409949.post-8627170573940275252010-10-15T10:44:00.000-07:002010-10-15T10:59:17.326-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TLiR7OFCUbI/AAAAAAAABHc/Z3Fbx3SuM8s/s1600/P1150494+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CPvSj6rQQdM/TLiR7OFCUbI/AAAAAAAABHc/Z3Fbx3SuM8s/s320/P1150494+-+C%C3%B3pia.JPG" width="282" /></a></div><br /><div style="color: #444444; text-align: center;"><b>Outubro - (Auto-retrato) - Primavera de 2010</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span id="caption" name="caption">Quanto mistério nos olhos meus, quantos navios, quantos naufrágios, quantos amores perdidos nos olhos meus.</span></span></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6640742202117409949-862717057394027525?l=chrisarruda.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Chris Arrudahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01079368386103520504noreply@blogger.com0