tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60501662723438251132024-03-13T10:14:39.096-07:00Micro NarrativasAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01524867379383545185noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-1517758260731618142015-12-01T10:13:00.001-08:002015-12-01T10:13:19.693-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Ele nunca soube o que era amor, até a conhecer.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Conheceu o amor da pior maneira</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-86009990424391964352015-12-01T10:09:00.000-08:002015-12-01T10:09:20.848-08:00Dizem que ir para a guerra é assustador, certamente não sabem o que é o amor.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841849659462202180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-75770536681038823662015-12-01T10:08:00.006-08:002015-12-01T10:08:27.372-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">Ela tinha um nome mas só rimava com amor</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-18034132228354905552015-12-01T10:08:00.003-08:002015-12-01T10:11:06.218-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: "helvetica" , "arial" , sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">ele era tão lento que quando acabou de vestir os calções de banho já era inverno.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-44530802182893674822015-12-01T10:02:00.001-08:002015-12-01T10:02:15.240-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Ele procurou a sorte, mas nunca a encontrou.</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-64048861527526088582015-12-01T09:52:00.000-08:002015-12-01T09:52:02.351-08:00Quando a sorte é tanta até os passarinhos cantam à portaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917803312715317155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-23331375697977445182015-12-01T09:47:00.001-08:002015-12-01T09:47:41.704-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">Ele chamava-se tempo mas lento não era pois ele nunca esperava por ninguém</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-50470615727017985792015-12-01T09:31:00.001-08:002015-12-01T09:31:24.467-08:00A sorte até lhe bate à porta, mas ele é um sem abrigo.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841849659462202180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-90870372728318097982015-12-01T09:28:00.001-08:002015-12-01T09:28:21.758-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 17.5636px;">Ela chamava-se sorte , mas não coincidia com o azar</span>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-80969654929449893002015-12-01T04:12:00.002-08:002015-12-01T04:15:09.048-08:00Quando morreu, todos, sem exceção, choraram... de alegria.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-67000163496060817822015-12-01T04:04:00.001-08:002015-12-01T04:04:25.377-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe que a água é transparente, mas quem lhe disse isso era uma pessoa tão mentirosa que ele desconfiou.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-41109460233330660892015-12-01T03:52:00.001-08:002015-12-01T03:52:34.824-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe que ia ganhar o euro milhões ele disse que preferia ficar pobre Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14959016728052176484noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-11386794460418773572015-11-29T11:25:00.001-08:002015-11-29T11:25:28.789-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe que não tinha talento para nada, nem para ser assassinadaAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917803312715317155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-88185543622926159162015-11-29T11:24:00.002-08:002015-11-29T11:24:20.161-08:00Quando morreu aquele amor, o mundo perdeu corAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01917803312715317155noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-58550980748998266802015-11-24T10:10:00.000-08:002015-11-24T10:10:11.587-08:00Acusavam-no de ser aldrabão mas ele nunca mentiu, só escondia a verdade.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640827965533455188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-7474754853761165792015-11-24T10:08:00.001-08:002015-11-24T10:08:15.975-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe "Vais morrer 21 de Setembro de 2016" e no dia 20 de Setembro de 2016 uma bomba matou toda gente.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640827965533455188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-17372166029481858392015-11-24T10:07:00.005-08:002015-11-24T10:07:18.352-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Acusaram-lhe de ser aldrabão, ele chamava-se Passos Coelho.</span>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12938697972931450799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-47969893602219884432015-11-24T10:07:00.001-08:002015-11-24T10:07:03.810-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Um dia Disseram-lhe, és feia demais para viver, um dia depois ela cometeu o suicídio.</span>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12938697972931450799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-60513318963022933012015-11-24T10:06:00.002-08:002015-11-24T10:06:51.112-08:00<span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: helvetica, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19.32px;">Quando morreu, a ultima coisa que se ouviu foi o "pi" do monitor cardiaco.</span>pedrohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12938697972931450799noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-54556451089317599962015-11-24T10:05:00.005-08:002015-11-24T10:05:32.567-08:00Quando morreu o carro da minha tia, chamámos o mecânico e ele teve um enfarte.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13640827965533455188noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-49660628351770913462015-11-24T10:05:00.003-08:002015-11-24T10:05:14.739-08:00Acusavam-no de ser aldrabão, pois ele come muito pão!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841849659462202180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-12462087396918414332015-11-24T10:04:00.005-08:002015-11-24T10:04:45.848-08:00Acusaram-no de ser aldrabão, ele respondeu que era mentira.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-27646801109850733342015-11-24T10:04:00.002-08:002015-11-24T10:04:09.790-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe olá, e ele não respondeu.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-38394872624219905192015-11-24T10:03:00.005-08:002015-11-24T10:03:56.188-08:00Um dia disseram-lhe, nuca serás ninguém, e ele nunca foi.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03841849659462202180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6050166272343825113.post-23830566227865607972015-11-24T10:03:00.003-08:002015-11-24T10:03:43.229-08:00Quando morreu, no seu funeral só se falava dos croquetes da Dona Ana.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01774295734547300662noreply@blogger.com0