tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35298846399318302072012-02-19T16:14:41.160-08:00Fatima ReisDiario da Fafihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10275849889746516281noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3529884639931830207.post-73727679444562867222008-10-07T03:26:00.000-07:002010-01-04T13:30:31.766-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Esta é Júlia.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs8cbMERwI/AAAAAAAAB3k/BfW0JeiNspA/s1600-h/mpj1.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254359849290188546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs8cbMERwI/AAAAAAAAB3k/BfW0JeiNspA/s320/mpj1.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pingo de gente que gosta</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">De todos os pingos nos is.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs9IxcBLWI/AAAAAAAAB3s/U1RzgFdKQy8/s1600-h/mqpj2.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254360611176918370" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs9IxcBLWI/AAAAAAAAB3s/U1RzgFdKQy8/s320/mqpj2.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia tem cabelos cor de mel, olhinhos de azeitona.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Nariz de batatinha e boquinha de morango.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs9x-c8mBI/AAAAAAAAB30/b75rOcgbXOU/s1600-h/mpj3.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254361319045109778" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs9x-c8mBI/AAAAAAAAB30/b75rOcgbXOU/s320/mpj3.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia também é muito inteligente</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E se preocupa com a vida da gente.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs-RTopPjI/AAAAAAAAB38/aH0qPM-5hgc/s1600-h/mpj4.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254361857307262514" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs-RTopPjI/AAAAAAAAB38/aH0qPM-5hgc/s320/mpj4.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Outro dia ela viu na televisão um grande desacerto social.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ligada nisso, foi perguntar ao se pai:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Pai, porque o mundo é assim e etecetera e tal?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtAhlTGgPI/AAAAAAAAB4U/e15fijCfSrY/s1600-h/mpj6.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254364335949906162" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtAhlTGgPI/AAAAAAAAB4U/e15fijCfSrY/s320/mpj6.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Foi quando seu pai lhe falou:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Desencana Júlia, isso não é assunto de criança. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Cada macaco no seu galho.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs_cF_B6BI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dH2r4An3KhA/s1600-h/mpj5.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254363142133245970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOs_cF_B6BI/AAAAAAAAB4E/dH2r4An3KhA/s320/mpj5.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">- Se isso não é assunto de criança, de quem será então? </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia se sentiu pequenininha diante da resposta do pai.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtA90l4zII/AAAAAAAAB4c/3BEXCnrTzbo/s1600-h/mpj7.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254364821091568770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtA90l4zII/AAAAAAAAB4c/3BEXCnrTzbo/s320/mpj7.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela sabia que o mundo estava doente.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas ela queria um mundo diferente.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Diferente igual ao primo William que tem cabelo vermelho e usa óculos.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Porque o mundo não pode ser igual ao primo William?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Bonito, mas diferente?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtABr9i-II/AAAAAAAAB4M/bHKcs1jMKxA/s1600-h/mpj8.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254363787982731394" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtABr9i-II/AAAAAAAAB4M/bHKcs1jMKxA/s320/mpj8.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Será que o mundo não tem solução?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Será que uma varinha de condão não resolveria a situação?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtBaaqJ7rI/AAAAAAAAB4k/C-IBG7hdTGE/s1600-h/mpj11.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254365312346353330" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtBaaqJ7rI/AAAAAAAAB4k/C-IBG7hdTGE/s320/mpj11.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ou a saída é se mandar para outro planeta bem longe daqui?</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtCIUMEkpI/AAAAAAAAB4s/EdeHgspplCo/s1600-h/mpj12.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254366100883542674" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtCIUMEkpI/AAAAAAAAB4s/EdeHgspplCo/s320/mpj12.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia acredita que não.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela pensa num mundo diferente,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Pra frente...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Sem medo ou violência.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtEYnafakI/AAAAAAAAB5M/IT76pWfVzAs/s1600-h/mpj13.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254368579945458242" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtEYnafakI/AAAAAAAAB5M/IT76pWfVzAs/s320/mpj13.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia acredita que o mundo pode ser um lugar quentinho.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Igual ninho.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Um lugar feito dia ensolarado, onde tudo parece</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">iluminado, sereno, abençoado...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtClE6gKkI/AAAAAAAAB40/6-vm_stHAQk/s1600-h/mpj14.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254366594999528002" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtClE6gKkI/AAAAAAAAB40/6-vm_stHAQk/s320/mpj14.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia não queria ficar de braços cruzados.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Queria fazer algo para ver o mundo mudado.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtDSq_8fqI/AAAAAAAAB48/1NzLArrcMGQ/s1600-h/mpj15.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254367378317016738" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtDSq_8fqI/AAAAAAAAB48/1NzLArrcMGQ/s320/mpj15.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ela sabia que não podia fazer muita coisa.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Afinal era só uma criança.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Mas para colher alguma coisa, primeiro a gente tem que plantar.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtD6961HKI/AAAAAAAAB5E/bEqqf8SIlcA/s1600-h/mpj16.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254368070590602402" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtD6961HKI/AAAAAAAAB5E/bEqqf8SIlcA/s320/mpj16.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia então perdeu o medo e foi fazer sua parte.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Que juntando com outra parte e com a sua parte,</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Dá um monte de parte iguais.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtEqqHvvUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/yRNywVR6-lw/s1600-h/mpj17.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254368889909787970" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtEqqHvvUI/AAAAAAAAB5U/yRNywVR6-lw/s320/mpj17.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia só quer um mundo verdade.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E de tanto procurar acabou descobrindo que no fim do arco-íris ao invés de pote de ouro, existe algo mais interessante, rico e bonito:</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtE-4UPKSI/AAAAAAAAB5c/4qHboxnPNxI/s1600-h/mpj20.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254369237317658914" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtE-4UPKSI/AAAAAAAAB5c/4qHboxnPNxI/s320/mpj20.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Júlia então perdeu o juízo, e encheu o mundo de amor.</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtFaTTyeUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/5QUGy-knNQg/s1600-h/mpj21.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254369708420004162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/SOtFaTTyeUI/AAAAAAAAB5k/5QUGy-knNQg/s320/mpj21.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">(Texto,Rabiscos e colagens de Fatima Reis)</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/STmw_uZ9NpI/AAAAAAAACHw/rgv1xCfBujg/s1600-h/asvy5.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276443047276394130" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MPhXrmVrpvY/STmw_uZ9NpI/AAAAAAAACHw/rgv1xCfBujg/s320/asvy5.gif" style="cursor: pointer; 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