tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32402194892659558372011-07-07T22:15:38.542-07:00Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-47313204011468271362011-05-21T19:31:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:33:42.152-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SMcx8AfxceI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KeITK5b1yDs/s1600-h/ale+114.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SMcx8AfxceI/AAAAAAAAAGg/KeITK5b1yDs/s320/ale+114.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244215198091407842" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >silêncio guardado<br /><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-4731320401146827136?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-59016810123282655642011-05-19T08:00:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:21:35.139-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO-vjsGFbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z-yWIEAMk1Y/s1600-h/IMG_2931.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO-vjsGFbI/AAAAAAAAAI4/Z-yWIEAMk1Y/s320/IMG_2931.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247747715060078002" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-5901681012328265564?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-64699998832954717532011-05-16T22:04:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:21:53.055-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNCQFKL2RpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yzT8_tSLCE/s1600-h/IMG_2932.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNCQFKL2RpI/AAAAAAAAAHs/0yzT8_tSLCE/s320/IMG_2932.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246851984194422418" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-6469999883295471753?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-75458281081603204042011-05-14T12:29:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:32:18.671-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">o significado da palavra onda</span><br /><br />esses orifícios de temperaturas altas são caminhos do túnel de alice, veias e ramificações em peles que esquentam ainda mais com o pano da noite compartilhado. a fecunda linha sem preguiça de uma letra justaposta a outra, a frase que nunca chegou pelo correio e que agora viaja por ondas, magnetismos e assombros. hoje o frio, mas a comida boa e quente, o carinho dos meninos peter pan que tomam conta, como as mães. há que crescer. assim como a poça d'água com seus pingos somados. gota da chuva. cheiro de milho. vento e pôr-do sol de um dia nublado. acho que também sei do significado da palavra onda.<br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-size:78%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">*residência no e-mail: moradas temporárias, correspondências trocadas entre AG, MZ, CL, com selos de cidades invisíveis. fragmento.</span></span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-7545828108160320404?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-58003943713584598732011-05-07T10:40:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:24:20.052-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SMa3dH_S5pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CtrpodBPMh8/s1600-h/P%C3%BAstula.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SMa3dH_S5pI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CtrpodBPMh8/s320/P%C3%BAstula.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244080527108138642" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">pústula<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">a abertura casta e profana de onde brotam desejos expele feridas abertas pelo tempo, elemento vivo que se apropria da imagem, reconstruindo-a através das perdas produzidas pela umidade santificada do baixo ventre.<o:p></o:p></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-right: -14.2pt; text-align: justify;"><span style=""><br /><o:p></o:p></span></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-5800394371358459873?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-49187869135899987082011-05-06T10:31:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:24:45.893-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO-XPqfiII/AAAAAAAAAIw/i91lgZXXGjE/s1600-h/Sagrado+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Jesus.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO-XPqfiII/AAAAAAAAAIw/i91lgZXXGjE/s320/Sagrado+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Jesus.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247747297367787650" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO9ocEvjWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1Ghbnr5XEVI/s1600-h/Sagrado+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Maria.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YtsesH6INIc/SNO9ocEvjWI/AAAAAAAAAIo/1Ghbnr5XEVI/s320/Sagrado+Cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+Maria.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247746493245263202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;"><span style="font-family:arial;"> sagrado coração</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-4918786913589998708?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3240219489265955837.post-48521454622516934202011-05-05T21:50:00.000-07:002011-05-26T13:34:30.412-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:arial;">a gente começa a se preocupar muito com as bordas do sorvete derretendo na casquinha pra não se lambuzar, e acaba comendo mais rápido do que quando era criança e essa era a melhor parte. escultura desmanchada pela língua.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3240219489265955837-4852145462251693420?l=superficiesumidas.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Alessandra Giovanellahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03396649151377421076noreply@blogger.com1