tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76384757503174830692012-02-16T15:39:49.568-02:00F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.comBlogger651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-52445220565860457512009-08-29T22:57:00.001-03:002009-08-29T22:58:50.117-03:00in other words hold my hand.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />.<br />sozinha <br />a janela<br />a lua<br />cerveja<br />cigarros<br />e <br />eu.<br />me basta.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5244522056586045751?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-27445767631965579182009-07-27T17:55:00.001-03:002009-07-27T17:55:57.687-03:00uma resposta:<br />existe meu amor, existe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2744576763196557918?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-38325380436291732552009-07-26T16:38:00.002-03:002009-07-26T16:46:22.446-03:00sexta...naquela noite de chuva e frio, meu carro embaçava com a respiração forte que eu produzia pela excitação e nervoso em te ver. a vizinha berrou as cinco da manhã e me mandou ficar em frente a sua casa. depois de uns vinte vc chegou. como antes, nós dois como antes...caíndo, rindo e se abraçando como antes. fechei os olhos e tentei segurar ao máximo aquele momento. estávamos juntos novamente. dormimos, trepamos, beijamos-nos como nunca ou como sempre. um sempre que nunca teve nunca. e dormimos lá daquele jeito que você gosta. fiquei com dor no braço, nas costas, na coluna mas o coração...ah o coração, este estava vibrando de felicidade. como antes. e eu esqueci de dormir, fiquei ali reparando em cada respiração sua ( e as vezes na minha). e trepamos mais três vezes entre sonos e afins. já era hora de levantar, 16:10 você sentia fome. levantamos, demos uns beijos, uns abraços eternos e fomos.<br />continua...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3832538043629173255?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-28041476937523617732009-07-14T20:03:00.000-03:002009-07-14T20:04:23.614-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sl0O7XyNLYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kfC5USYgUrE/s1600-h/6a00d8341c6a0853ef0105360381d6970c-800wi.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 329px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358455544800423298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sl0O7XyNLYI/AAAAAAAAAGM/kfC5USYgUrE/s400/6a00d8341c6a0853ef0105360381d6970c-800wi.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2804147693752361773?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-84547694129585593092009-07-06T13:41:00.001-03:002009-07-06T13:41:57.839-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SlIpT-AyiyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rQ11GcBAAIw/s1600-h/2m8BXUfripefjgu3zwXwdqSdo1_500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355388329937505058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SlIpT-AyiyI/AAAAAAAAAGE/rQ11GcBAAIw/s400/2m8BXUfripefjgu3zwXwdqSdo1_500.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-8454769412958559309?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-26774403597785411142009-07-03T14:59:00.002-03:002009-07-03T15:06:19.163-03:00já sei de tudo.<br />eu devia ser crítica, é isso que eu sou.<br />o tempo todo analisando meticulosamente cada passo.<br />(quase um toque)<br />para após tirar conclusões.<br />que cassete.<br />a escolha,<br />da escolha,<br />da escolha.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2677440359778541114?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-69689221147724903862009-07-02T15:07:00.000-03:002009-07-02T15:08:00.142-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Skz3Z-bg4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ryNS7gDwmwo/s1600-h/2278689132_b57f6ea907.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353926082663866530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Skz3Z-bg4KI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ryNS7gDwmwo/s400/2278689132_b57f6ea907.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6968922114772490386?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-18971527157053052042009-06-30T22:53:00.001-03:002009-06-30T22:55:09.171-03:00pois tudo aquilo<br />que é realmente nosso,<br />nunca se vai<br />para sempre.<br /><br />ualá<br />(comodiria).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1897152715705305204?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-69628176311134826112009-06-26T19:30:00.001-03:002009-06-26T19:30:23.917-03:00rá,<br />em breve,<br />acabará.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6962817631113482611?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-15956504249071387062009-06-25T18:21:00.001-03:002009-06-25T18:22:49.650-03:00“Tantas vezes me mataram<br />tantas vezes já morri<br />e no entanto estou aqui<br />ressuscitando<br />Agradeço à desgraça<br />e àquele golpe de punhal<br />que me matou tão mal”<br /><br />(trecho da canção argentina “La Cigarra”, de Maria Elena Walsh)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1595650424907138706?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-25411677391529674242009-06-24T12:51:00.001-03:002009-06-24T12:52:53.065-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SkJLjOxrm2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Cy54KqrEoQI/s1600-h/sol+echevarria.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350922375903550306" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SkJLjOxrm2I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Cy54KqrEoQI/s400/sol+echevarria.jpg" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2541167739152967424?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-30775735920097831462009-06-18T12:08:00.001-03:002009-06-18T12:09:54.220-03:00carga máxima,<br />era o que tinham que ter feito.<br />assim me disseram.<br />agora de cinquenta,<br />para setenta e cinco.<br />será esse o máximo?<br />quem sabe.<br />eu não,<br />mas confio.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3077573592009783146?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-44014715430499635112009-06-11T22:35:00.003-03:002009-06-11T22:43:20.145-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGyn5zRKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mskngIvNke4/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346250631265987090" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGyn5zRKhI/AAAAAAAAAFs/mskngIvNke4/s400/1.bmp" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynjuhc9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CeM6K7jecsM/s1600-h/2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346250625340502994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynjuhc9I/AAAAAAAAAFk/CeM6K7jecsM/s400/2.bmp" /></a><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynhX9rZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sWq9v8SoRFw/s1600-h/3.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346250624709012882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynhX9rZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/sWq9v8SoRFw/s400/3.bmp" /></a><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynaupp0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Kjjh0lz8F9Y/s1600-h/4.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346250622925121346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynaupp0I/AAAAAAAAAFU/Kjjh0lz8F9Y/s400/4.jpg" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynZEXfhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_Frl_Xjp5m8/s1600-h/5.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346250622479334930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SjGynZEXfhI/AAAAAAAAAFM/_Frl_Xjp5m8/s400/5.jpg" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4401471543049963511?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-10968635531455160142009-06-11T19:30:00.001-03:002009-06-11T19:31:36.649-03:00CreioemDeuspaitodopoderosocriadordocéuedaterraamém.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1096863553145516014?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-67239355299120302702009-05-26T16:48:00.002-03:002009-05-26T17:06:17.515-03:00obrigada,<br />ao percurso,<br />ao almoço,<br />às companhias,<br />à cura !<br />mil vezes obrigada.<br />e se cumpre a promessa.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6723935529912030270?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-65781764742318188112009-05-24T13:52:00.001-03:002009-05-24T13:53:52.044-03:00Glória!!!!!!<br />aos céus e a terra,<br />ao senhor.<br />Glória.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6578176474231818811?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-3411315202059243302009-05-21T19:57:00.004-03:002009-05-29T19:48:07.457-03:00Não há nada a lamentar sobre a morte,<br />assim como não há nada a lamentar<br />sobre o crescimento de uma flor.<br />O terrível não é a morte,<br />mas as vidas que as pessoas levam<br />ou não levam até sua morte.<br />Não reverenciam as próprias vidas,<br />mijam em suas vidas.<br />As pessoas as cagam.<br />Idiotas fodidos.<br />Concentram-se demais em foder,<br />cinema, dinheiro, família, foder.<br />Suas mentes estão entupidas de algodão.<br />Engolem Deus sem pensar,<br />engolem o país sem pensar.<br />Acabam deixando que os outros pensem por elas.<br />Suas mentes estão entupidas de bosta.<br />São feios, falam feio, caminham feio.<br />Toque pra elas a maior música de todos os tempos<br />e elas não conseguem ouvi-la.<br />Charles Bukowski<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-341131520205924330?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-39843230675755258582009-05-19T19:43:00.003-03:002009-05-19T19:47:44.368-03:00foi assim,<br />a cabeça do coelho começou a ser devorada,<br />depois foi o tronco,<br />um lindo sorriso. lindo e sarcástico.<br />muito lindo.<br />depois veio uma nuvem.<br />duas.<br />nuvem cinzenta e vazia,<br />no meio.<br />o coelho sumiu,<br />e ele chorou...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3984323067575525858?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-52695796787945394362009-05-14T14:35:00.002-03:002009-05-14T14:37:38.452-03:00alguém me leva nesse baile ? agora ?<br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgxWmkjvH-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ycw9QAM_XIU/s1600-h/bebelestrange.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5335734879175778274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgxWmkjvH-I/AAAAAAAAAD0/Ycw9QAM_XIU/s400/bebelestrange.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5269579678794539436?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-64735796832784488462009-05-13T00:04:00.000-03:002009-05-13T00:05:39.635-03:00do meu quarto<br />vejo<br />a cabeça do coelho<br />sendo devorada<br />na lua.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6473579683278448846?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-17997343121160734872009-05-12T14:50:00.002-03:002009-05-12T14:54:50.486-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sgm341oriAI/AAAAAAAAADs/cnOwVcLiGZQ/s1600-h/CIGARRO.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334997420695324674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sgm341oriAI/AAAAAAAAADs/cnOwVcLiGZQ/s320/CIGARRO.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1799734312116073487?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-18946658314778349372009-05-12T12:32:00.000-03:002009-05-12T12:33:05.406-03:00quase lá.<br />onde quero chegar.<br />certeza.<br />espere e verá.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1894665831477834937?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-5991398070870400112009-05-09T18:46:00.001-03:002009-05-09T18:48:20.816-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgX56hBq1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/tGoH513otOY/s1600-h/buda.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333944117383320578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 333px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgX56hBq1AI/AAAAAAAAADc/tGoH513otOY/s400/buda.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>ainda preciso parar um pouco pra meditar. O dia hoje é forte!</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-599139807087040011?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-88241441847898316632009-05-09T14:13:00.002-03:002009-05-09T14:13:40.244-03:00ai corra e olhe o céu .... que o sol vem trazer bom dia !!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-8824144184789831663?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-45522126290766486982009-05-08T17:31:00.000-03:002009-05-08T17:32:49.590-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSW49iwm3I/AAAAAAAAADU/AQiIBjf27oQ/s1600-h/512451782_cc7553f215_o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333553764050705266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 358px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSW49iwm3I/AAAAAAAAADU/AQiIBjf27oQ/s400/512451782_cc7553f215_o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4552212629076648698?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-54337353218744658712009-05-08T17:26:00.002-03:002009-05-08T17:27:29.847-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSVqimjKwI/AAAAAAAAADM/jGdTWB8lxc0/s1600-h/bureau.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333552416789048066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 305px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSVqimjKwI/AAAAAAAAADM/jGdTWB8lxc0/s400/bureau.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5433735321874465871?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-30220899916226421992009-05-08T17:23:00.003-03:002009-05-08T17:24:47.028-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSVBY5YYaI/AAAAAAAAADE/l7E34bxhh1s/s1600-h/b4814cfa05d099b034e41dcfcfce5650fec03f04_m.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333551709809041826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SgSVBY5YYaI/AAAAAAAAADE/l7E34bxhh1s/s400/b4814cfa05d099b034e41dcfcfce5650fec03f04_m.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3022089991622642199?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-47584147293439509602009-05-06T12:17:00.001-03:002009-05-06T12:17:43.634-03:00fácil assim ?<br />ah....faz-me rir!!!!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4758414729343950960?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-20025074502566314732009-05-04T20:03:00.001-03:002009-05-04T20:03:59.158-03:00shake baby shake.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2002507450256631473?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-65164998772395248662009-05-03T01:57:00.003-03:002009-05-03T02:02:30.555-03:00"Nave<br />Ave<br />Moinho<br />E tudo mais serei<br />Para que seja leve<br />Meu passo<br />Em vosso caminho."<br />HH.<br /><br />muito adequado para hoje,<br />nem tão hoje assim,<br />sempre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6516499877239524866?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-60691881815623004712009-05-02T12:44:00.000-03:002009-05-02T12:46:20.762-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfxqrU6gQMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IcstkTmxahg/s1600-h/60+anos+depois....-pola02.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331253351480836290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfxqrU6gQMI/AAAAAAAAAC8/IcstkTmxahg/s400/60+anos+depois....-pola02.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfxqrMXpUeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-2Ods9S5pcw/s1600-h/60+anos+depois....-pola01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331253349187146210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfxqrMXpUeI/AAAAAAAAAC0/-2Ods9S5pcw/s400/60+anos+depois....-pola01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6069188181562300471?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-91716592185438828492009-05-01T23:20:00.003-03:002009-05-01T23:25:40.320-03:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfuuM0FaeRI/AAAAAAAAACs/J3e_ZNhWrmk/s1600-h/Variadas1+(382)-pola.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331046119086127378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SfuuM0FaeRI/AAAAAAAAACs/J3e_ZNhWrmk/s400/Variadas1+(382)-pola.jpg" border="0" /></a> parque do ibirapuera.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-9171659218543882849?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-15982564537055577612009-04-28T12:00:00.002-03:002009-04-28T18:04:48.160-03:00o negócio hoje em dia é fazer parte da "tchurma", de alguma que seja. do róque, do surfe, a mais raipe, a mais, a menos...Junto com a tchurma vem as leis da mesma (sim tchurma adora pseudo-regras)e vem também o refúgio pra quem se sente inseguro e quer formar uma identidade. a necessidade de auto-afirmação em mostrar que foi pra naite, assistiu o filmeco do cassete a quatro, a roupitcha do momento ou que fez "amizade" com um babado. eu odeio tchurmas, nunca durei em uma, talvez por não gostar de rótulos. Eu sou da minha turma, eu e eu mesma, com todos os valores que colhi aqui e ali durante esse tempo, uma miscelânea de mim. Rótulo é uma coisa tão pequena, tão panelinha, tão...tão tchurma. amigos? sim tenho. bem diferentes de mim, daria até uma fotografia engraçada e ótima pra quem gosta de rótulos, mais de dez (variados).<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1598256453705557761?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-63296694459909861642009-04-27T16:07:00.001-03:002009-04-27T16:08:27.214-03:00o problema é lá, não sei onde.<br />mas não aqui.<br />aqui uma,um,dois...não sei.<br />tudo bem.<br />mas lá,<br />ai lá.<br />dói.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6329669445990986164?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-24413556942522648502009-04-25T15:10:00.001-03:002009-04-25T15:11:43.536-03:00como diria o "magrinho":<br />- VAI NÃO SE FAÇA UMA HORA DESSAS!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2441355694252264850?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-20776045250446539862009-04-22T17:13:00.003-03:002009-04-24T14:50:08.265-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Se96qWqvw_I/AAAAAAAAACc/C5xqB2_eMtE/s1600-h/vicui%C3%B1a.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Se96qWqvw_I/AAAAAAAAACc/C5xqB2_eMtE/s400/vicui%C3%B1a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327611752260551666" /></a><br /><br />presente do Peru.<br />amei.<br />obrigada querido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2077604525044653986?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-79641058285670560172009-04-21T23:53:00.005-03:002009-04-22T15:12:29.915-03:00primeiro chopp<br />uma bebida especial da casa<br />segundo chopp<br />mais a mesma bebida especial<br />canapés de camarão com guacamole<br />não teem preço.<br />tem coisas que só o Basseto faz por você.<br />pelaatençãoMUITOobrigada!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7964105828567056017?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-34206097284734586342009-04-19T13:25:00.003-03:002009-04-21T23:56:25.164-03:00<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I67Qmye5OYY&hl=pt-br&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I67Qmye5OYY&hl=pt-br&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br />Samba em Prelúdio<br />Baden Powell e Vinícius de Moraes<br />Eu sem você não tenho porque<br />porque sem você não sei nem chorar<br />Sou chama sem luz<br />jardim sem luar<br />luar sem amor<br />amor sem se dar<br />E eu sem você<br />sou só desamor<br />um barco sem mar<br />um campo sem flor<br />Tristeza que vai<br />tristeza que vem<br />Sem você meu amor eu não sou<br />ninguém<br /><br />Ah que saudade<br />que vontade de ver renascer<br />nossa vida<br />Volta querido<br />os meus braços precisam dos teus<br />Teus abraços precisam dos meus<br />Estou tão sozinha<br />tenho os olhos cansados de olhar<br />para o além<br />Vem ver a vida<br />Sem você meu amor eu não sou ninguém<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3420609728473458634?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-65136009884420799382009-04-17T14:36:00.000-03:002009-04-17T14:37:49.211-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sei-RBd8JSI/AAAAAAAAACU/xmXUvgN3UQs/s1600-h/dress.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sei-RBd8JSI/AAAAAAAAACU/xmXUvgN3UQs/s400/dress.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325715759026677026" /></a><br />fernanda e luana em 1963.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6513600988442079938?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-18821923627148105222009-04-16T20:20:00.001-03:002009-04-17T14:38:24.339-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SefSE9SdWoI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ri4xeo4c0vI/s1600-h/0aswedishwero.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SefSE9SdWoI/AAAAAAAAACM/Ri4xeo4c0vI/s400/0aswedishwero.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325456067002194562" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-1882192362714810522?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-32700630387530215602009-04-15T01:19:00.005-03:002009-04-15T01:26:50.827-03:00a arte de ir ir<br />se estabacar no chão.<br />levantar<br />bater a poeira do vestido<br />passar o batom vermelho<br />e ver...<br /><br />que só fez um arranhãozinho.<br />RÁ RA RA !<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3270063038753021560?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-42182101413094617112009-04-14T02:03:00.002-03:002009-04-14T13:14:15.118-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SeQZffSzWlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cVUN_pIPU2s/s1600-h/barbarellaforrestzy0.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SeQZffSzWlI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cVUN_pIPU2s/s400/barbarellaforrestzy0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324408688225770066" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4218210141309461711?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-90738406406897861372009-04-13T16:05:00.004-03:002009-04-14T13:12:56.646-03:00palavra do dia : PREGUIÇA.<br />Ó procê!....soooooooono.<br /><br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SeONxKAllCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jEHgzxxYTKw/s1600-h/babeltales_ScreamingDreamer+SONO.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 181px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SeONxKAllCI/AAAAAAAAAB0/jEHgzxxYTKw/s400/babeltales_ScreamingDreamer+SONO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324255060121981986" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-9073840640689786137?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-79492630683156009402009-04-12T00:54:00.000-03:002009-04-12T00:56:51.253-03:00Não faz nada....a vida faz sozinha.<br />O que?<br />É. isso ai.<br />Deixa com ela. Pelo que me parece.....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7949263068315600940?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-84073228331390626622009-04-08T18:41:00.001-03:002009-04-08T18:42:55.360-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sd0aV5KuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/-iyly5Sg1gU/s1600-h/ponyedward.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sd0aV5KuJ5I/AAAAAAAAABs/-iyly5Sg1gU/s400/ponyedward.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322439298047158162" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-8407322833139062662?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-58022769040841566382009-04-08T18:25:00.004-03:002009-04-08T18:46:05.801-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sd0WT01xzpI/AAAAAAAAABk/HPp_pIedPXo/s1600-h/090326-les-lunettes-de-jackie-kennedy_aspx66790PageMainImageRef.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sd0WT01xzpI/AAAAAAAAABk/HPp_pIedPXo/s400/090326-les-lunettes-de-jackie-kennedy_aspx66790PageMainImageRef.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322434864479325842" /></a><br />eu tenho!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5802276904084156638?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-8630777780222347252009-04-07T00:30:00.003-03:002009-04-07T01:10:41.942-03:00um dia ele já fez das tripas - coração,<br />já disse que era um homem de fé,<br />lutou e conseguiu.<br />um dia ele já fez um pedido de casamento,<br />já disse palavras doces,<br />depois de sete meses conseguiu.<br />um dia ele já ficou nervoso,<br />jogou-a com força no tapete persa,<br />machucou-a pediu desculpas e conseguiu.<br />um dia ele...<br />um dia...<br />um dia ela pensou como ele.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-863077778022234725?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-79677464490567650402009-04-01T22:31:00.000-03:002009-04-01T22:32:02.910-03:00da competição<br />de passar por cima<br />agora<br />não me importa<br />mas amanhã<br />ah amanhã!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7967746449056765040?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-54116917863999112822009-03-31T15:20:00.002-03:002009-03-31T15:24:52.688-03:00bom, meu aniversário já passou,<br />o natal tá looooonge,<br />o dia das mulheres somente meu pai se lembra,<br />a páscoa....É ISSO A PÁSCOA.<br />ao invés de me darem ovo de chocolate que dura até outubro e lálálá,<br />me deem esse livro ai em baixo, VAI PURFAVOOOOOOR!<br />vcs encontram na livraria cultura.<br />pelaatençãoobrigada.<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SdJf47p_kCI/AAAAAAAAABc/jEM23rUs7Og/s1600-h/livro+do+desejo.bmp"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 378px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SdJf47p_kCI/AAAAAAAAABc/jEM23rUs7Og/s400/livro+do+desejo.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319419541569114146" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5411691786399911282?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-37749384058692479782009-03-30T20:34:00.004-03:002009-03-30T20:46:30.365-03:00"...nem lanceis ante os porcos as vossas pérolas."<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SdFZjD51nvI/AAAAAAAAABU/XhMXMvQqgqs/s1600-h/cochons_01.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319131093779455730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SdFZjD51nvI/AAAAAAAAABU/XhMXMvQqgqs/s400/cochons_01.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />eles não sabem o que fazer com elas. <br />estão acostumados com a lama e lá preferem ficar!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-3774938405869247978?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-42309265042998892032009-03-28T01:02:00.001-03:002009-03-28T01:09:45.442-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sc2isb-ATMI/AAAAAAAAABM/OEMvYanybYE/s1600-h/IMG_1028.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318085619300191426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sc2isb-ATMI/AAAAAAAAABM/OEMvYanybYE/s320/IMG_1028.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>"...receba as flores que lhe dou,</p><p>e em cada flor um beijo meu..."</p><p>Corazón, gracias por las pétalas.</p><p>te extraño.</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4230926504299889203?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-82807950481261523982009-03-26T14:10:00.000-03:002009-03-26T14:11:06.661-03:00Não alcanço.<br />Fiquei sossegada e consegui enxergar a Rosa,<br />dominei a Mariana,<br />passei algumas vezes pelo doutor Oswaldo Cruz,<br />mas a Saúde,<br />não alcanço...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-8280795048126152398?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-2953297494583363492009-03-25T21:22:00.002-03:002009-03-25T21:23:58.741-03:00Roxo. cabeça dolorida. coração partido. nem tão partido assim. roxo.<br />Gripe. chá de gengibre. suor frio. sem suor. gripe.<br />Hoje. hoje. nem tão hoje assim. amanhã.<br /><br />escrito em sete de maio de dois mil e oito, mas vale para a semana.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-295329749458336349?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-74556915314151043142009-03-24T23:18:00.002-03:002009-03-24T23:38:01.240-03:00montanha russa, turbilhão de emoções.<br />choro, lágrimas, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">risadas</span>, piadinhas, sarcasmo.<br />sono, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">insónia</span>, livros, televisão, marasmo.<br />trabalho, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">bagunça</span>, arrumação e ...<br />e o pensamento lá na <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">puta</span> que pariu.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7455691531415104314?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-78701516466778301452009-03-22T20:04:00.002-03:002009-03-22T20:05:45.558-03:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/ScbEPQh0RLI/AAAAAAAAABE/OUX0duWnKes/s1600-h/popinkmelanminedish2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316152176571335858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 374px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 374px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/ScbEPQh0RLI/AAAAAAAAABE/OUX0duWnKes/s400/popinkmelanminedish2.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7870151646677830145?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-50920199753493588262009-03-21T01:35:00.003-03:002009-03-21T01:42:24.925-03:00"No meio do caminho tinha uma pedra<br />tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho<br />tinha uma pedra<br />no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra.<br />Nunca me esquecerei desse acontecimento<br />na vida de minhas retinas tão fatigadas.<br />Nunca me esquecerei que no meio do caminho<br />tinha uma pedra<br />tinha uma pedra no meio do caminho<br />no meio do caminho tinha uma pedra."<br /><br />CDA.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5092019975349358826?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-75283387743056194112009-03-18T04:23:00.002-03:002009-03-18T04:27:13.743-03:00um abraço,<br />colocá-lo no colo<br />e deixar você ali.<br />de olhos fechados<br />para todo sempre,<br />como se estivesse protegido<br />dentro do meu ventre.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-7528338774305619411?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-46644506799365343322009-03-16T11:45:00.002-03:002009-03-16T11:48:03.601-03:00Já disse de nós.<br />Já disse de mim.<br />Já disse do mundo.<br />Já disse agora,<br />eu que já disse nunca.<br />Todo mundo sabe,<br />eu já disse muito.<br />Tenho a impressão<br />que já disse tudo.<br />E tudo foi tão de repente.<br />PL.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-4664450679936534332?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-51719074397859861822009-03-15T15:35:00.002-03:002009-03-15T16:00:10.173-03:00...talvez possamos tomar um drinque,<br />talvez possamos fazer amor,<br />talvez...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5171907439785986182?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-90850914208810278472009-03-13T01:09:00.006-03:002009-03-13T01:16:31.611-03:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SbncpW8O6rI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SMK6ohoABBU/s1600-h/476.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312519838551173810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SbncpW8O6rI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SMK6ohoABBU/s200/476.jpg" border="0" /></a> <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sbnc3kP8EDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qGrM2hu_-ok/s1600-h/pin-up-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312520082641653810" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 170px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sbnc3kP8EDI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qGrM2hu_-ok/s200/pin-up-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />= mulher à flor da pele.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-9085091420881027847?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-67210960128599379012009-03-12T20:30:00.004-03:002009-03-12T20:42:31.456-03:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sbmd0bhz5qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lVoJ11lmO8E/s1600-h/pinup.bmp"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/Sbmd0bhz5qI/AAAAAAAAAAs/lVoJ11lmO8E/s320/pinup.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312450759528539810" /></a><br />três festas na mesma noite,<br />doze reais,<br />três boazinhas,<br />quatro cervejas,<br />um uísque duplo<br />e um roxo no braço.<br />bom dia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-6721096012859937901?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-27247575191602558052009-03-10T17:32:00.002-03:002009-03-10T17:39:38.252-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SbbP6PnUtbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6EMUlCx_SGw/s1600-h/cadillacwherecraftsmanshipiscreed_c.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311661410060907954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SbbP6PnUtbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6EMUlCx_SGw/s400/cadillacwherecraftsmanshipiscreed_c.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kpCfu6AUxVA/SbbO1ZdWT3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/_uknKGYQEn0/s1600-h/cadillacwherecraftsmanshipiscreed_c.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2724757519160255805?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-51221199951184617202009-03-10T00:21:00.001-03:002009-03-10T00:21:42.749-03:00o desejo de uma foto,<br />uma específica foto,<br />aquela foto.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-5122119995118461720?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-8095245318245976612009-03-09T22:21:00.000-03:002009-03-09T22:23:43.292-03:00Agosto de dois mil e oito e o mundo parece desabar sobre a minha cabeça. Momentos de tensão e tristeza. Bastou um mês para meus pensamentos serem manifestados clara e vigorosamente. Passei a meditar sobre o belo com propósitos construtivos e sinceros comigo mesmo. Um forte desejo de mudar a minha sorte. Recuperei a liberdade e estou pronta para voar, levanto vôo e parto prestes em busca de um lugar melhor.Outubro de dois mil e oito, encontro em meu vôo alguém que também busca esse lugar esperado, que também sentiu o mundo desabar na sua cabeça na mesma época. Neste instante a nossa experiência e o nosso ambiente são como suspiro leve de uma criança. Te convido para ver a Lua, você aceita. Com o passar dos dias sinto que você também pertence a esse caminho, não sei se no meu, mas rumo a um lugar melhor.Nesse meio tempo algumas pedras apareceram na nossa estradinha e o meu coração apertou, eu fiquei ali no escuro do nosso quarto e não gostei. Por um momento achei que tivesse me enganado, mas você já estava ali novamente. Sendo verdadeiro e me contando suas histórias. Pelo menos por enquanto caminhamos na mesma estrada, mas sei que mais do que isso ganhei um amigo, uma pessoa querida que vai durar mais do que “por enquanto”.Continuemos no caminho, com a certeza que nossos sonhos e metas serão conquistados.Parabéns por você descobrir e aceitar o menino inteligente que é.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-809524531824597661?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7638475750317483069.post-22627386236962349632009-03-09T20:11:00.000-03:002009-03-09T20:40:45.920-03:00I.<br /><strong>"Porque há desejo em mim, é tudo cintilância.</strong><br /><br />Antes, o cotidiano era um pensar alturas<br />Buscando Aquele Outro decantado<br />Surdo à minha humana ladradura.<br />Visgo e Suor, pois nunca se faziam.<br />hoje, de carne e osso, laborioso, lascivo<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Tomas-me o corpo. E que descanso me dás</strong><br /><br />Depois das lidas. Sonhei penhascos<br />quando havia o jardim aqui ao lado.<br />Pensei subida onde não havia rastros.<br /><strong></strong><br /><strong>Extasiada, fodo contigo</strong><br /><br />Ao invés de ganir diante do nada."<br />HH.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7638475750317483069-2262738623696234963?l=dodesejode.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>F.Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12445621918417867644noreply@blogger.com0