tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26745106.post-55563056880754603642008-01-24T00:46:00.000-03:002008-01-24T00:51:33.175-03:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VGdRA2Daa1M/R5gKuWOvKZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MyfQc-WdWvo/s1600-h/Gustave+Moreau+-+%C3%89dipo+e+a+esfinge.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_VGdRA2Daa1M/R5gKuWOvKZI/AAAAAAAAAYw/MyfQc-WdWvo/s320/Gustave+Moreau+-+%C3%89dipo+e+a+esfinge.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158885164510554514" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:78%;" >(Gustave Moreau: Édipo e a esfinge)</span> </div><p></p><p></p><p></p> <div style="text-align: justify;">TPM histérica e um começo de rinite... Volto assim que ficar mais sociável, porque assim ninguém me compreende. E acho que nem eu quero... </div>Paula Cavalcanti (Paps)noreply@blogger.com