tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-227522222024-03-13T08:37:23.958-07:00Vale das Sombras...Cemitério das AlmasUm lugar onde coloco minha essência, meu poemas e meus súditos...Onde abrigo as Almas que roubei com seu consentimento. O Cemiterio das Almas da Me! Quem sou eu?
Eu sou tétrica! Eu sou triste! Eu sou a Poetisa do Portal...Eu sou o que não posso ser...O mundo é feio! Eu tenho coragem para dizer!A vida é sádica...Encaro a Morte como amiga...Para ser feliz...Para ser Vida!MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.comBlogger60125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-54016706042559686752017-05-01T19:17:00.001-07:002017-05-01T19:17:00.678-07:00Arte Me Morte<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/tTedGRRriYU" width="480"></iframe>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-61481360652047073192015-02-16T13:15:00.002-08:002015-02-16T13:15:42.447-08:00 Nova lei proíbe animais expostos em gaiolas nas lojas<span style="background-color: black; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15.3599996566772px;"><b><span style="color: #cccccc;">MAUS TRATOS AOS ANIMAIS - qualquer cidadão pode fazer a denuncia: CRMV- Unidade Regional do Sul de Minas Gerais. Delegado Dr. Marden. 35/ 3221-5673. Horário: 8 ao meio dia, 13 até 17 h. E-mail: crmvmg.suldeminas@crmvmg.gov.br</span></b></span><br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;">vejo sonhos<br />crianças coloridas exalando vida<br />num corredor de morte<br />destino sem sorte<br />de ser espetáculo<br />um macho, sem ser<br />um rei sem coroa<br />e uma história de vida, à toa...<br />Isso é viver?</span></div>
MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-15182015966028474962011-02-18T11:08:00.000-08:002011-02-18T11:08:12.174-08:00Desenho de Lucasi - Colorido por JOLBA ( criador do Ciclone)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7OXaRY05BUVr7G2VxpYMreUL-pVkxtJ1n78FfhDAWQoU1OHbjytTzyE8RV3_8xIYe9OKDzCDtnxQQfNVmRBFEdXp4QaclBpmW7oFC7ZCCwXlpb4sEzxGqQlr4DQ7AnNjCx62/s1600/ciclone%2526mecoresjolba.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="234" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt7OXaRY05BUVr7G2VxpYMreUL-pVkxtJ1n78FfhDAWQoU1OHbjytTzyE8RV3_8xIYe9OKDzCDtnxQQfNVmRBFEdXp4QaclBpmW7oFC7ZCCwXlpb4sEzxGqQlr4DQ7AnNjCx62/s320/ciclone%2526mecoresjolba.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Me Morte não ficou sexy? hehehe</div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-91039345602488170532010-11-04T20:30:00.000-07:002010-11-04T07:22:17.613-07:00†††Bem Vindo ao Vale das Sombras!†††<span style="font-weight: bold;">Silêncio! A Morte está dormindo!</span><br />
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</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Tudo percebe</div><div align="center">Tudo vê</div><div align="center">Proteje o Vale </div><div align="center">Dos inimigos</div><div align="center">Das tempestades</div><div align="center">Não brinca, não ri</div><div align="center">Atento, servil, ele segue</div><div align="center">E tudo sabe</div><div align="center">Tudo consegue</div><div align="center">Se for pelo bem da Me</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">†††Me Morte†††</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-8782981178249804102010-11-01T06:59:00.000-07:002010-11-01T06:59:06.898-07:00ÉMERSON SARMENTO ††† Guardião das Artes†††<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8drfjESmwx2iAqa0QMsCPq7cLohKnmy503u6aNs4qmc9a7zlbTdhl-jB_OrIfFPUsBdh4J5l7AtetMypp6ltLbjS0gCaLRblxc6F3g6c-br4SIJGzz4a5iVUuXELKb8ZVlEs/s1600/emers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiy8drfjESmwx2iAqa0QMsCPq7cLohKnmy503u6aNs4qmc9a7zlbTdhl-jB_OrIfFPUsBdh4J5l7AtetMypp6ltLbjS0gCaLRblxc6F3g6c-br4SIJGzz4a5iVUuXELKb8ZVlEs/s320/emers.jpg" width="240" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">Das vezes que te li</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nuas páginas retorcidas</div><div style="text-align: center;">D'algum gesto metrificado</div><div style="text-align: center;">Seguia ao lado</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rastros de sangue </div><div style="text-align: center;">Do mais profundo amor</div><div style="text-align: center;">Eternizado</div><div style="text-align: center;">E como um menino maltrapilho</div><div style="text-align: center;">Poetizavas pétalas de algum remédio</div><div style="text-align: center;">Que curasse, não só o tédio,</div><div style="text-align: center;">Mas, dos imortais, as dores...</div><div style="text-align: center;">E o Vale sorriu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Sem querer sorrir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Se abriu</div><div style="text-align: center;">Querendo fugir</div><div style="text-align: center;">Rendendo-se aos seus encantos</div><div style="text-align: center;">E as suas côres... </div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-49498319432245060862010-05-02T06:44:00.001-07:002010-05-02T06:45:19.835-07:00Ebook de Poemas Góticos de Me Morte<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM7VPYkB0NyxDSEmvhrkSTbZQ4t1rwoKsAn6vQIrktokC9medEMuOxV7TzN20qQdfoGmPjKlggzDnzejjyfeQgBWziDxPFeezE5XqxWzAd3LCESuuN4Jb21gPinY-M89tu7RJ/s1600/CAPA.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 326px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466668284942185826" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRM7VPYkB0NyxDSEmvhrkSTbZQ4t1rwoKsAn6vQIrktokC9medEMuOxV7TzN20qQdfoGmPjKlggzDnzejjyfeQgBWziDxPFeezE5XqxWzAd3LCESuuN4Jb21gPinY-M89tu7RJ/s400/CAPA.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center">BREVE!!!</div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-61794084441517429082010-03-27T23:52:00.000-07:002010-03-27T23:56:14.367-07:00A LENDA DO CORPO SECO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwaujXqxq1om-7YBV78MQmioDTYneE-QBLxfF26z9SO-rHxEFhxDlOvimnIYv8lMDGLArWh1a-NJitp2Kncwl4w39qBA8B7wgzTBDXNOeOdPFc0LeJXGgSGBhSghx81tJH_XC/s1600/DSC00771.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453574607717394722" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNwaujXqxq1om-7YBV78MQmioDTYneE-QBLxfF26z9SO-rHxEFhxDlOvimnIYv8lMDGLArWh1a-NJitp2Kncwl4w39qBA8B7wgzTBDXNOeOdPFc0LeJXGgSGBhSghx81tJH_XC/s400/DSC00771.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.biblioteca24x7.com.br/">COMPRE AQUI</a></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-18497507411231580332010-03-22T15:38:00.000-07:002010-03-22T15:48:30.101-07:00O Guardião da Luxúria Sacra<div align="center">Rommel Werneck</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfztluOs_mM7oHIsnfHQZxaQqR0K6l_qya3-ELkPCs02QybcwYjRjQhnxwQZFEZX0xSoDaw_7ASP93WFd2fouZR1ZNwX7xwQpBG8SpYm_o5BcjDXEEJjKI-zbgsKuPWErFlfXZ/s1600-h/rommel.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451592237006423266" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfztluOs_mM7oHIsnfHQZxaQqR0K6l_qya3-ELkPCs02QybcwYjRjQhnxwQZFEZX0xSoDaw_7ASP93WFd2fouZR1ZNwX7xwQpBG8SpYm_o5BcjDXEEJjKI-zbgsKuPWErFlfXZ/s400/rommel.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Na esquina dos esquecidos<br />Galgando o fosso<br />Roendo o osso<br />Dos sangues<br />Saem vampiros<br />Dos monges<br />Saem suspiros<br /><br />Cavaleiro Medieval<br />Espada e muito afeto<br />Dos demôs, o predileto<br />Açoita o ventre<br />Declama, mente<br /><br /><br /><br />Um rei escravo<br />No Vale emana<br />Longe, em nirvana<br />Aos quatro cantos<br />Seu dom proclama<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyPCmSZprX2Hx1Mqh6RNMFX6r2O2qnzMebgQ_KUbJNV-GlmzqP7u9P5ikTvcZEmG5RD3VV8SjwVxG-xvFKoYDygcGy3pYfiOsx-7pLsEH4rI-uewWWNlMwDoJgb5zK89LQzdUf/s1600-h/I+EXPOSI%C3%87%C3%83O+051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiondrC7L1nugeENx8z37troBpOSxXWeVBm-3V2oAZ_w-zNquso85etvzY3_RBsJeecfnpwm2SuRynKEybnF5GvYjCyYYi5a_uuONTKpA838XSfrhLqFhJqj2PHYmkJPCu8kgc8/s400/pg01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258403950871426194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Feita por LUCASI<br />Leia a primeira história <a href="http://memorteme.blogspot.com/2008/10/me-morte-nos-quadrinhos.html"><span style="text-decoration: underline;">AQUI</span></a><br /></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-24643277053450957302008-04-17T20:19:00.000-07:002008-04-17T16:31:30.235-07:00QUER ME CONHECER?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQepllcrX5lHA9kGJJkJfFyjQlboD4vs2iaC-9LzTE-Ay4Cb2RFOwvd0xPkHwtJ_vFYRh7f0s3YbvQA5ffrAmlmsLpydZKhXYdr8rvoTfgBufrgEgtKEM1bHRNE0C5ifAdkw7/s1600-h/me+morte+b.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwQepllcrX5lHA9kGJJkJfFyjQlboD4vs2iaC-9LzTE-Ay4Cb2RFOwvd0xPkHwtJ_vFYRh7f0s3YbvQA5ffrAmlmsLpydZKhXYdr8rvoTfgBufrgEgtKEM1bHRNE0C5ifAdkw7/s400/me+morte+b.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190360458762253730" /></a><br />Querem saber mais sobre Me Morte?</span><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">O que gosto, o que faço, o que penso.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Querem conhecer mais sobre Me Morte?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">Leiam a entrevista no site:</span></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://www.bardoescritor.net/" target="_blank">http://www.bardoescritor.net/</a> </div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-48159102859545875442008-04-17T15:56:00.000-07:002008-04-17T16:14:13.000-07:00†††GUARDIÃO DO CIO†††<span style="font-weight:bold;">Thiers R</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZ0OVB8Bp9dtA0V4nOCwMj2nrO-i2ZAKIdBAI74Pvzzl55uAeVxTeogrCm1BQoDHU7UZ4amFqAMNRAp4zXzuq0Du32wvF1QNzb_kbOTYpgvfOSGkppRt7S4j9gFN7R_VNCDtU/s1600-h/y.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjZ0OVB8Bp9dtA0V4nOCwMj2nrO-i2ZAKIdBAI74Pvzzl55uAeVxTeogrCm1BQoDHU7UZ4amFqAMNRAp4zXzuq0Du32wvF1QNzb_kbOTYpgvfOSGkppRt7S4j9gFN7R_VNCDtU/s400/y.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190355918981821842" /></a><br />Meu aprendiz de feiticeiro<br />Servo protetor de meu desejo<br />Tenho fome!<br />Tenho sede!<br />Talvez meus pesadelos fujam<br />Horrorizados com minha mente<br />Que quando desejo sente<br />Abranda os instintos mais selvagens<br />Mas se tu, atento e fiel<br />Me ofertar o motivo de minha saudade<br />O doce mel de suas veias<br />O toque quente de sua pele<br />Prometo servir aos teus desejos<br />Como escrava oriunda de teu ar<br />Sem fugir dos trames de tua teia<br />Para sempre até por completo<br />Te devorar...<br /><br />MeMPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-21440780458463228872008-04-17T15:50:00.000-07:002008-04-17T15:56:22.772-07:00†††GUARDIà DOS SONHOS†††<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65V2RaiJrR0WV2Ls00KAi8rw4L9RSHcO5ptwvcWEPRAeGFt21YOnM6sk8J7kPEmGYp8NHJMge47WrBbB5NI7pQXbsDexLefLeWfClGEFVF4hgSTtru5KNU_c19TSqKuzNkoof/s1600-h/gisellib.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh65V2RaiJrR0WV2Ls00KAi8rw4L9RSHcO5ptwvcWEPRAeGFt21YOnM6sk8J7kPEmGYp8NHJMge47WrBbB5NI7pQXbsDexLefLeWfClGEFVF4hgSTtru5KNU_c19TSqKuzNkoof/s400/gisellib.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190351439330932066" /></a><br /><br />Giselle Sato<br /><br />Teu corpo é meu<br />Cheiro de mato<br />Um Picasso, talvez<br />Feito para mim<br />Perfeito para o sonho<br />Pronto para o amor<br />Pleno, pois mesmo assim<br />Respira<br />Mesmo sem mim, aspira<br />Meus sonhos<br />Teu corpo é carmim<br />Minha boca é contorno<br />De teu desejo<br />MedonhoMPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-82809366161157431602008-04-17T08:27:00.000-07:002008-04-17T15:46:31.196-07:00†††GUARDIà DA LUXÚRIA†††<span style="font-weight:bold;">Ana Cristina Kaya</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-B8Lnnaw6x4dHCpi0UrObTRp2iC0lxZRlQlytNypae1d40NCtuYzkcSkECxUXEQxFdpj9tUS4I4xlliDoU46ewVV1uAb4cMW1ri8B2paPURrVtGzE9CzvSEPCuGY8v70c5pq/s1600-h/anab.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY-B8Lnnaw6x4dHCpi0UrObTRp2iC0lxZRlQlytNypae1d40NCtuYzkcSkECxUXEQxFdpj9tUS4I4xlliDoU46ewVV1uAb4cMW1ri8B2paPURrVtGzE9CzvSEPCuGY8v70c5pq/s400/anab.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190347676939580754" /></a><br />Guardiã da Luxúria<br /><br />Segundos<br />DEu a volta<br />QUAse nua<br />TROcando em hORAs, minutos fataL e<br />CAfajestemente<br />CHORou, devagaRINHO...<br />FRAses Novas,<br />GOstos,como pASSAnDO a limpo,<br />BOas CArNes,<br />Oriunda<br />PotrA Única,<br />VAdia<br />Gosto de INocênciA <br />Ana sem MariA<br />Com GestOs<br />Demência<br />AmOR<br />tE aMo!MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-17386365925732990502008-01-08T17:29:00.000-08:002008-01-08T17:31:55.193-08:00Me Morte por Rafael Pereira<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvda0BpkpEB80DljjQUhqhg5bO-8lA4AzLLz1C5HfzVW74XunmNHSKjY-G5bejadzbMhbnxzTmFwGSvhQsAIm71588NPC3z7C4_aGf2HpfZOwNI-sAd1MWj8fM0LYAju-e-8NR/s1600-h/memortedesenhoparamandaek1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvda0BpkpEB80DljjQUhqhg5bO-8lA4AzLLz1C5HfzVW74XunmNHSKjY-G5bejadzbMhbnxzTmFwGSvhQsAIm71588NPC3z7C4_aGf2HpfZOwNI-sAd1MWj8fM0LYAju-e-8NR/s400/memortedesenhoparamandaek1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153283436177418594" /></a>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-697101928388369842007-09-17T16:51:00.001-07:002007-11-11T05:05:37.830-08:00Me Morte no mundo dos Quadrinhos!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4goAhhVzAN_-QJpS0qdspfON68DJTsS0vjJuZfmoD4W4KZJ84EFzyzbEV9Emhyphenhyphen_Wo-SWKlBUsYL6DVg9yPW_ajHvfyw3PiHP9i8CO13mOX9TfJDKoUtNHCppIBz5xLiSCAjg-/s1600-h/arteME03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4goAhhVzAN_-QJpS0qdspfON68DJTsS0vjJuZfmoD4W4KZJ84EFzyzbEV9Emhyphenhyphen_Wo-SWKlBUsYL6DVg9yPW_ajHvfyw3PiHP9i8CO13mOX9TfJDKoUtNHCppIBz5xLiSCAjg-/s320/arteME03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131568133400195778" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3OvwVWx3WBzW59H5VSwz9uk4lXhcAT1OcF20yWUD8jKScXiTEvcqTcuNgNYgSkSiWO5j0rwxojwnhFW9ncNl68sLVoFE0X6DkZd-th-26wZmCSkQLIYehyphenhyphenYN_nFchawitoC0/s1600-h/Lucasi%252BMe%252BMorte.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3OvwVWx3WBzW59H5VSwz9uk4lXhcAT1OcF20yWUD8jKScXiTEvcqTcuNgNYgSkSiWO5j0rwxojwnhFW9ncNl68sLVoFE0X6DkZd-th-26wZmCSkQLIYehyphenhyphenYN_nFchawitoC0/s320/Lucasi%252BMe%252BMorte.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131568150580064978" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgHlEDVLyNoPA2AeCj1opixOohDA1-xhfscQyGQroPChGxeJgP_viYFtJ5SXLPNbYMdrB_41-p3k80Eka6s2fmMa0Ocb3dYipQPakmqEvpz4M_PlEoGfCzM2jcX2o76NrvbJh/s1600-h/Lucasi+Me+Morte+2.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPgHlEDVLyNoPA2AeCj1opixOohDA1-xhfscQyGQroPChGxeJgP_viYFtJ5SXLPNbYMdrB_41-p3k80Eka6s2fmMa0Ocb3dYipQPakmqEvpz4M_PlEoGfCzM2jcX2o76NrvbJh/s320/Lucasi+Me+Morte+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131568154875032290" /></a><br /><br />O Quadrinhista LUCASI transformou a Me Morte em personagem dos quadrinhos. Estou entrando para um mundo novo, que coisa boa!<br />Perfil de LUCASI<br />Nome:Luís Carlos Adriano Silva<br />Sexo:Masculino<br />Estado civil:Solteiro<br />E-mail:arteista@ig.com.br<br />Cidade:Parobé<br />Estado:RS<br />País:BrasilMPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144983898029755262006-04-13T19:57:00.000-07:002008-04-17T16:21:58.986-07:00†††Guardião da Anarquia†††<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cclk13apx6v2Ii5mvQaN56b_LOrlZFc2QqJRCW7HSh7wEzAJQ4sBXSe9HKV2IWzPc0x40eH8iCpEfpzQTcOqBd01ZERmYX3ox-I-JRN8WagqShSv0H45p4lBdqhgf6wYYAk1/s1600-h/gigiovale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6cclk13apx6v2Ii5mvQaN56b_LOrlZFc2QqJRCW7HSh7wEzAJQ4sBXSe9HKV2IWzPc0x40eH8iCpEfpzQTcOqBd01ZERmYX3ox-I-JRN8WagqShSv0H45p4lBdqhgf6wYYAk1/s400/gigiovale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041937274801841186" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;">Mão Branca</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DXaBZYZQ8sXQGzZANWRrcSPU-1aSh2En3q3tPkbsQNA6SHhzrtpDhyphenhyphen0Wn-7vbaS2-rORYygJwltiBRC49ImEdd87hXKVCW1JF8SVXjma8e918zwGyrikx6394qjiBV4o3i7n/s1600-h/gigivale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3DXaBZYZQ8sXQGzZANWRrcSPU-1aSh2En3q3tPkbsQNA6SHhzrtpDhyphenhyphen0Wn-7vbaS2-rORYygJwltiBRC49ImEdd87hXKVCW1JF8SVXjma8e918zwGyrikx6394qjiBV4o3i7n/s400/gigivale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041937279096808498" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Se fizer silêncio eu te esmago...</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXYRsM-CPiC9JCOb1b4Ff_aKRzVzJZf2GRJZ-oNBpFJh_UEVWTA81Yi2TN2MAEa6vl7SxEZY3CuzgEuY33q-cVrfydJ0IdM56NyqIJAkhb7MBupWk0sOk4gMv4pI30sBtYano/s1600-h/giovanivale.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimXYRsM-CPiC9JCOb1b4Ff_aKRzVzJZf2GRJZ-oNBpFJh_UEVWTA81Yi2TN2MAEa6vl7SxEZY3CuzgEuY33q-cVrfydJ0IdM56NyqIJAkhb7MBupWk0sOk4gMv4pI30sBtYano/s400/giovanivale.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041937279096808514" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br />(Adaptação do poema "Xará Demônio" de Mão Branca / por Me Morte)<br /><br /><br />Na encruzilhada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Entre o rio e a estrada<br />Contratei o Demônio<br />Que sabia meu nome<br /><br />Me Morte!<br />Que tal me dar abrigo em seu sarcófago?<br /><br />Falei: Xará,<br />Que tal deixar meu rabo em paz?<br /><br />Sorriu inocente<br />Inebriou-me a mente<br /><br />E o Vale nunca mais foi o mesmo...<br /><br />Anarquista, grosseiro, irreverente...<br />Com sua bela balela<br />Esclareceu-me singelo<br /><br />Falou: Xará,<br />Teu rabo já é meu há tempos<br />Agora o Vale! hehehe<br /><br />Mão Branca/Me Morte<br />14/03/2007MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144457357002650552006-04-07T17:42:00.000-07:002006-04-07T17:49:17.023-07:00†††Wilson Zagaia Manson Osbourne†††<div align="center"><a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/Zagaiavvvvvvxxxxxxxxxx.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/Zagaiavvvvvvxxxxxxxxxx.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />†††Guardião Poeta†††<br /><br />Ser poeta<br />E enxergar um corpo fétido<br />E ver rosas que ninguém vê...<br />Ver escorrer o sangue da fronte<br />E lamber o lábio de prazer...<br />Ser poeta é sentir falta da criatura<br />Um rosto desfigurado de candura<br />Que só os poetas sabem ver...<br />Ser poeta<br />É sentar aqui no quarto...<br />Gostar do breu, do tom ruim<br />Ser poeta<br />É sonhar com os labios teus<br />E cobicar tudo de seu pra mim...<br />Ser poeta<br />É tentar fazer verso<br />Quando so se ve cadáveres<br />Quando so se vive por viver<br />Ser poeta é gostar de voce<br />A ponto de escrever algo assim...<br />Ser poeta<br />Ate que nao é tao ruim...<br /><br />Me </div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144286064046647792006-04-05T18:06:00.000-07:002006-04-05T18:14:24.050-07:00.†.†.welcome to my life.†.†.. ††<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/Guardi??"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/Guardi%3F%3F%20Evelykkkkkkkkkkkk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">†††Guardiã "Ariella"†††</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Protetora das Trevas</div><div align="center">Fortaleza feminina</div><div align="center">Um jeito de Menina</div><div align="center">Olhar De Fera...</div><div align="center">Apaixonando os visitantes</div><div align="center">Enreda-os</div><div align="center">Aprisiona</div><div align="center">Depois Repousa</div><div align="center">Saciada</div><div align="center">De todo sangue</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">†††Me†††</div><div align="center"></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144285593832005182006-04-05T17:54:00.000-07:002006-04-05T18:06:33.920-07:00††† † Ezio † † Kozaka † †††<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/Guardiao%20Elciokkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/Guardiao%20Elciokkkkkkkkkkkkkkk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">†††Guardião da Família †††</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">O Abrigo em noite chuvosa</div><div align="center">Em dia de pouca comida</div><div align="center">Um alento pra nossa vida</div><div align="center">Remédio pras feridas</div><div align="center">Velho gosto de sangue</div><div align="center">Nunca me deixa faltar</div><div align="center">O conselho</div><div align="center">O Cúmplice</div><div align="center">Mentor</div><div align="center">Cuida da Familia da Me</div><div align="center">Como um irmão</div><div align="center">Com devoção</div><div align="center">Total apego</div><div align="center">Dos Guardiões, o Abrigo...</div><div align="center">Do resto,o</div><div align="center">Medo...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Me</div><div align="center"></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144284821164230592006-04-05T17:44:00.000-07:002006-04-05T17:53:41.183-07:00††† Cłauđ¡ø ₣eґґeira †††<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/Guardi??o"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/Guardi%3F%3Fo%20Dos%20Vampiros-claudiokkkkkkkkkkkkkk.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">†††Guardião dos Amigos da Me†††</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Ele cuida do Vale,</div><div align="center">Do Cemitério,</div><div align="center">De minha casa</div><div align="center">De minhas Almas</div><div align="center">O Protetor</div><div align="center">De meus amigos</div><div align="center">Briga com o mundo </div><div align="center">Se for preciso</div><div align="center">Ele é amigo </div><div align="center">Dos mais fiéis</div><div align="center">Das Criaturas </div><div align="center">O Mais temido</div><div align="center">O mais cruel</div><div align="center">E ao mesmo tempo</div><div align="center">O Mais querido</div><div align="center">O Amigo...</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">†††Me†††</div><div align="center"></div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1144027144986807092006-04-02T18:00:00.000-07:002006-04-02T18:19:05.000-07:00†††THE FLASH†††<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/The%20Flashbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/The%20Flashbbbbbbbbbbbb.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">†††Guardião das Notícias†††</div><div align="center">(Poema de Marcia Domingues-†††Guardiã do Romantismo†††)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Um raio....</div><div align="center">Um pensamento...</div><div align="center">Um olhar de soslaio...</div><div align="center">Uma ilusão.</div><div align="center">Veloz como o relâmpago ele se apresenta</div><div align="center">Como uma estrela cadente riscandoo céu com seu rastro de brilho- surge,</div><div align="center">reflexo da luz, passe de mágica, feitiço de paixão.</div><div align="center">Ele sobrevoa os mares</div><div align="center">As florestas, as multidões</div><div align="center">E nos traz o seu encantamento</div><div align="center">Rodopia ao vento, vivendo sofregamente,de só uma tragada, todos os momentos</div><div align="center">E se embriaga de emoções e perde a razão.</div><div align="center">Faz da ventania sua montariae eleito mensageiro trás noticias recentesde dor ou contentamento, </div><div align="center">de esperança ou apreensão.-</div><div align="center">É um menino passarinho que só quer ser feliz...</div><div align="center">Não tenha pressa, criança, deixe a vida acontecer</div><div align="center">Aprecie a eternidade de cada momento</div><div align="center">A emoção diferente, indelével, de cada sentimento.</div><div align="center">Deixe que a sua aura irradie, serenamente,</div><div align="center">Acalentando o nascer de cada novo dia.</div><div align="center">Não atropele o tempo...</div><div align="center">Não perca a vida por um triz! </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Marcia Domingues</div><div align="center">Blog †††Me Morte†††</div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22752222.post-1143985733880835222006-04-02T06:44:00.000-07:002006-04-02T06:50:25.683-07:00†††Marcia Domingues†††<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/1600/guardi??"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6402/2319/320/guardi%3F%3F%20do%20romantismonn.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">†††Guardiã do Romantismo†††</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Bela como um pássaro em seu vôo</div><div align="center">Desenha no céu de meu castelo</div><div align="center">Tanta cor reluzente de mistério</div><div align="center">Moramos no Vale, um lar doce</div><div align="center">Regado a sangue, poesia fosse</div><div align="center">Certamente de seu peito sairia</div><div align="center">Como palavras ao vento num dia</div><div align="center">Pleno de dores e encantamento</div><div align="center">Que, sem dores não é amor</div><div align="center">Sem dores, não há momentos</div><div align="center">Obssessão,dono dos pensamentos</div><div align="center">Que faz seguir melhor meus dias</div><div align="center">Que tua vida se ilumine sempre</div><div align="center">Como, certamente, fez com a minha</div><div align="center">Seja agora condecorada Rainha</div><div align="center">De nossos sonhos se faça instrumento</div><div align="center">Te amo Marcia Domingues!</div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">†††Me Morte††† </div>MPadilhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13634910001658660787noreply@blogger.com0