tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23821076414841695122024-03-14T04:37:48.082-07:00La vera amiciziaLa Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.comBlogger129125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-24812648271213238902012-06-14T10:56:00.000-07:002012-06-14T10:57:16.956-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Queria alguém pra conversar, alguém que me escutasse, que estivesse atento a mim...</i></div>
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<i>Alguém que depois de ouvir tudo o que me faz mal por dentro, </i></div>
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<i>simplesmente cuidasse de mim...</i></div>
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<i>Porque depois de colocar tudo isso para fora, me mostrarei frágil e desprotegida...</i></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">_Como quer conversar se você foge de conversas e das pessoas?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">_Porque elas não são as pessoas certas? </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">_E como você sabe disso?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">_Porque não me sinto segura com elas.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">_Então o problema está nas pessoas?</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">_Não. O problema sou eu.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-75053924299417038282012-03-05T04:11:00.002-08:002012-03-07T06:33:42.977-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8_5VOLSAQHjdcOpZtEbX2_K_bY4FUE4w18oB3BR5IkoAJAGY3WsUzsQlSI-DPfbAlMqfNlFo6oY7LXexLM75aXfcNBE9hxuw_p6hWvX-OW1DIxUq6Ia_CU8yU5zhp4wDZXMgmTvR_88/s1600/tumblr_lg7qjie9qy1qgdxszo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit8_5VOLSAQHjdcOpZtEbX2_K_bY4FUE4w18oB3BR5IkoAJAGY3WsUzsQlSI-DPfbAlMqfNlFo6oY7LXexLM75aXfcNBE9hxuw_p6hWvX-OW1DIxUq6Ia_CU8yU5zhp4wDZXMgmTvR_88/s400/tumblr_lg7qjie9qy1qgdxszo1_500_large.jpg" width="355" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><i>Tudo em uma.<br />
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Sou nem metade, <br />
Você, meu inteiro.<br />
Por você eu posso não ser.</i></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;">"<i>Vou caminhando, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>sem esperar que as perguntas se movam no tempo e me tragam resultados;</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i> Nem que o destino rebata por mim. </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i> Vou fazendo acontecer, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i>e as respostas se movem a minha frente, </i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666; text-align: center;"><i> com a doce habilidade de mudança."</i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">_<i style="color: #666666;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">No caso de sermos felizes, vou logo dizendo que quero sentar na janela.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
_Como assim? Todos querendo dirigir e você reclamando pela janela?</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #666666;"><br />
</div><div style="color: #666666;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"> </span></i><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-ascii-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-bidi-theme-font: minor-bidi; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin; mso-hansi-theme-font: minor-latin;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">_ Imagine só, ter que saber por onde deve ir, onde vai chegar! <span style="color: #999999;">Eu quero é o vento bagunçando meu cabelo, minhas atitudes, minhas ansiedades.</span> Quero sentir toda a rajada de ar penetrando meus pulmões. Respirar ar úmido com cheiro de prosperidade. <span> </span>Sem precisar me preocupar com o que vem depois. </span></i></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><span style="color: #666666;">A felicidade é um estado e não uma direção.</span> </span></i></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><div style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"></span></div><span style="font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif"; font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%;"><i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;"><br />
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<i><span style="color: #7f6000;">despertada no timbre do teu silêncio extravagante. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;">Tua vivacidade alimenta minha alma, se contrapondo, acordando os meus trejeitos, meus desengonços, minhas atitudes corriqueiras.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;"> É engraçada a maneira como minha chama vibra ao calor do teu sorriso atravessado, </span></i><br />
<i><span style="color: #7f6000;">como meu Eu busca a essência fria, guardada tão seriamente em teu abraço. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;">É tão simples, tão espontâneo, me torno a versão mais fiel de quem sou, e nem percebo. </span></i><i><span style="color: #7f6000;">Com você é fácil ser essa versão. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;">Sem esforço, sem empenho, vem simples, vem tolo.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;"> E se vai na tua ausência. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #7f6000;"><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;">"Amizade de infância não só duram para sempre, elas duram intactas para sempre"</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;">Adrogiso!</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"><span style="color: #783f04; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Sonhos... todos têm o seu.</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Alguns bons, alguns ruins...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i>Alguns que você desejaria esquecer...</i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><span id="goog_888751762"></span><span id="goog_888751763"></span>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-20052074932872761492011-09-12T15:50:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:50:20.158-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6jGYBERpaIEmApAHAwEcNnH6OeAhwX66_Byvrjbkn05utYMjMm3ek6U3fjZO6lHXDJbbiGtuYUeOAZZPtBHNeO4EmuBnhBOcQvYtZV_2apc7VYQDNvvGI8a-w2dLUCq6Pc82ssA-6Xs/s1600/som+do+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+%25285%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL6jGYBERpaIEmApAHAwEcNnH6OeAhwX66_Byvrjbkn05utYMjMm3ek6U3fjZO6lHXDJbbiGtuYUeOAZZPtBHNeO4EmuBnhBOcQvYtZV_2apc7VYQDNvvGI8a-w2dLUCq6Pc82ssA-6Xs/s320/som+do+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+%25285%2529.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Imagem: Filme Som do Coração <strike>#perfeito</strike></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"A sala é instantaneamente preenchida com uma ressonância profunda e rica que dá arrepios em sua espinha. Ela fecha os olhos. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>A música a eleva, carregando-a para fora de seu próprio corpo, até que ela se expande feito fumaça saindo de uma chaminé, se espalhando pela céu aberto. </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Seus pensamentos são silenciados e ela se sente dissipando em tudo e em nada. (...)</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Ela não precisa pedir para que isso lhe tire a dor, pois a dor não está mais ali. Só a música permanece. A música e mais nada"</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">Tem músicas que quando começam a tocar, toca o corpo todo. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">São músicas que nos acertam em cheio o coração e nos embriaga de saudade. <o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';">É como se nos pegasse pela mão e nos levasse a várias lembranças que se resumem a uma só pessoa.<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Comic Sans MS';"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;">"Quando você vai dormir chorando, seu corpo todo acorda dolorido. O que deveria ser abstrato, se torna quase palpável. Da para enxergar devagarzinho, que a dor insiste em todo o quarto."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #783f04;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-size: xx-small;">Ps.: Eu não estou sofrendo... mas já senti... A lembrança da dor vêm mais forte que a do abraço. Irônico. </span>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-26000668782870892062011-09-07T08:28:00.000-07:002011-09-07T08:53:05.562-07:00Força<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KnYFG22SAy3KFYmzW6taR9oeQNth86S5c33oxkDDUypjcI0oJq-O0NyxrPANtDOr7CmfJxgbhJmI51lzzuxyMCQCgWAF5du38hK-nr1Sv248sndawFDZp9nR5jnQa184p2InPdLJWZU/s1600/tumblr_ld7qq2cWGI1qelwxso1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5KnYFG22SAy3KFYmzW6taR9oeQNth86S5c33oxkDDUypjcI0oJq-O0NyxrPANtDOr7CmfJxgbhJmI51lzzuxyMCQCgWAF5du38hK-nr1Sv248sndawFDZp9nR5jnQa184p2InPdLJWZU/s320/tumblr_ld7qq2cWGI1qelwxso1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em>E foi por elas que consegui. Foi por elas que lutei. Que venci e que me tornei quem realmente sou! E é por elas que vou continuar nesta luta constante, tendo a certeza de que sempre haverá uma força maior!</em></span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Existe um elo entre o consolo e a dor autoinfligida, </i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>o desejo de se agarrar à dor porque o sofrimento é preferível ao esquecimento"</i></div><br />
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</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">Eu me encontro quando canto</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Eu me vejo no teu canto</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">De dor e solidão</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Eu me encontro quando parto</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Eu me encontro enquanto </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">canto uma canção</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description"><br />
</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Dores e sonhos se vão</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Embora com o vento</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Com o ar, com o chão</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">No sentimento que não</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Não para um momento</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Não passa não</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Sonhos que vão com o vento</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">como barco </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">a vela que apagou</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">No dedilhar um sentimento</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">lagrimas na voz </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #3d85c6; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;">e tudo que restou</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Dores e sonhos se vão</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Embora com o vento</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Com o ar, com o chão</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">No sentimento que não</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Não passa um momento</span></span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><span class="editable_area" itemprop="description">Não passa não</span></span></span></span><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"><i>(Lagrimas na Voz - Roberta Campos)</i></span></span></div></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-64963991566382450372011-08-23T13:56:00.000-07:002011-08-23T14:00:55.112-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9ulN7zgjiiTcju8JY2xSL5hG5Ma6Orvcpp6xbjKbxfMfVl7SxJebi9cLGEOZwI2nYoBbBonMbagopOVMqhLpGpAACwO-KDjx9uvqqP4A-Y-AuLiWUCNYyC1GHMU7ioV-Fzc38laVhxc/s1600/3461.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgW9ulN7zgjiiTcju8JY2xSL5hG5Ma6Orvcpp6xbjKbxfMfVl7SxJebi9cLGEOZwI2nYoBbBonMbagopOVMqhLpGpAACwO-KDjx9uvqqP4A-Y-AuLiWUCNYyC1GHMU7ioV-Fzc38laVhxc/s320/3461.gif" width="293" /></a></div><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Quando sonhamos com aquilo que queríamos que realmente acontecesse, acordamos com o desejo aparentemente saciado.</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mas é essa sensação é momentânea, apenas para nos ludibriar...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>O desejo é tão profundo que ainda permanece...</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></i></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-56195802929487099622011-08-22T08:45:00.000-07:002011-08-22T08:45:32.982-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNMYWAIvage3vF-jdA7gPun5XT4yoGpCC0ecdUqDOrEsbLfUbySLtXuFAIk8r7ohz0syDIkIlyz5TTM1BYoNkkVO3Xvcde0faOAWx_9jDUvNNnci7ZIROP4xQw9FcTMu9eO0hOUb8ECA/s1600/Juntando+os+cacos.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNNMYWAIvage3vF-jdA7gPun5XT4yoGpCC0ecdUqDOrEsbLfUbySLtXuFAIk8r7ohz0syDIkIlyz5TTM1BYoNkkVO3Xvcde0faOAWx_9jDUvNNnci7ZIROP4xQw9FcTMu9eO0hOUb8ECA/s1600/Juntando+os+cacos.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Quantas vezes é preciso pedir desculpas para se sentir melhor??</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br />
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</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></i></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-49174293417515630022011-08-11T08:04:00.000-07:002011-08-11T08:06:16.259-07:00<div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBq-l8rF7EUSBMZT77whgkGIYlcmkEt4BglrmDRrE_eYaYZqYpdxMRzGCTCcwMCE7K3x6_AYOLFJyoXYgIi8_f64OvQbI29r284iMzixeNwUKSzdnkJaCd1HicqnpSkAIJHT9B7mH1BA/s1600/tumblr_ld31zrIar31qf6g2io1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisBq-l8rF7EUSBMZT77whgkGIYlcmkEt4BglrmDRrE_eYaYZqYpdxMRzGCTCcwMCE7K3x6_AYOLFJyoXYgIi8_f64OvQbI29r284iMzixeNwUKSzdnkJaCd1HicqnpSkAIJHT9B7mH1BA/s400/tumblr_ld31zrIar31qf6g2io1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><br />
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</i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Escondida por trás de porções de figuras finas e semblantes mal desenhados. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; text-align: center; text-indent: 0cm;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>As expressões cuidadosamente ensaiadas. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>Quem se importa com a verdadeira amostra? As pessoas têm medo de aspectos doloridos. a não ser por uma pequena parcela, aquelas domesticadas a isso, não conseguem resistir ao instinto, e a contra gosto inspecionam a face. Não quero essa reação não espontânea custeando minhas reações instantâneas. <o:p></o:p></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i> Por isso mostro minha faceta obtusa, minha manifestação defeituosa de nostalgia. E assim mesmo abstrusa, eu me ergo da queixa. </i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>[Poliana Fonteles]</i></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Sinto como se tivesse que reconquistar tudo de novo, </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>mas sem saber por onde começar com </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>esses passos tímidos de arrependimento...</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></em></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-70150985912367700382011-07-31T16:12:00.000-07:002011-07-31T16:12:16.664-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><h2><em><span style="font-size: small;">..que seja doce o dia quando eu abrir as janelas e lembrar de você. que sejam doce os finais de tardes, inclusive os de segunda-feira - quando começa a contagem regressiva para o final de semana chegar. que seja doce a espera pelas mensagens, ligações e recadinhos bonitinhos. que seja (mais do que) doce a voz ao falar no telefone. que seja doce o seu cheiro. que seja doce o seu jeito, seus olhares, seu receio. que seja doce o seu modo de andar, de sentir, de demonstrar afeto. que sejam doce suas expressões faciais, até o levantar de sobrancelha. que seja doce a leveza que eu sentirei ao seu lado. que seja doce a ausência do meu medo. que seja doce o seu abraço. que seja doce o modo como você irá segurar na minha mão. que seja doce. que sejamos doce..</span></em></h2><div style="text-align: right;"><em>(CFA)</em></div><div style="text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>PS.: Meu Doce Refúgio...</em></span></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-76418042473968524172011-07-31T13:05:00.000-07:002011-07-31T13:07:11.282-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADmwux3IoT5cq9CsKfzl0T2hu5oidDhCLHp0XoQqsJjpyizOdgCE0RWehYdXprwGGVB0wXwXvtCeoLjiqafu_EFzmNAjVO25Mf1EjBzXb1FAN3H35G2yNut_vZoV49jgVT7M1tI23gbQ/s1600/mor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgADmwux3IoT5cq9CsKfzl0T2hu5oidDhCLHp0XoQqsJjpyizOdgCE0RWehYdXprwGGVB0wXwXvtCeoLjiqafu_EFzmNAjVO25Mf1EjBzXb1FAN3H35G2yNut_vZoV49jgVT7M1tI23gbQ/s320/mor.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><em>Tens a capacidade de ver além de mim e </em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>acreditar até quando não tenho forças para isso.</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>O que seria de mim se não tivesse você para abrir os meus olhos?</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;">PS.: Sinto um medo de não ser o que você adora quando eu sou.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-63548355374068233842011-07-20T10:37:00.000-07:002011-07-21T08:10:52.195-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1LrNYC0xxazen8BiIrE8e-kDnfyEDSVt1_xQbamYoGuLZpdgHHD30387b-v3dYY8SGuBUwz2ZgAMCREqncBIj3rYZdHhky6NoGS43OTuqtzF80hNGCKS-Tbcdo9m6Az7IVir07KQc2o/s1600/Page_1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEja1LrNYC0xxazen8BiIrE8e-kDnfyEDSVt1_xQbamYoGuLZpdgHHD30387b-v3dYY8SGuBUwz2ZgAMCREqncBIj3rYZdHhky6NoGS43OTuqtzF80hNGCKS-Tbcdo9m6Az7IVir07KQc2o/s640/Page_1.bmp" t$="true" width="451" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Feliz Dia do Amigo Polinhazinha!!!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em>Conte comigo Sempre e Para Sempre!!</em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></em></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-46631603952119847862011-07-14T12:21:00.000-07:002011-07-14T12:21:27.014-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFqifHBj47ORHYg6Zh_WZSfJIQNsLZbREA4CpThzTshc3LYnfqTyYRpLot-b2z-17pUzu-LvmegUIOU5x6vep4GVCJLCTTC7bRFQ1etAj8FWiGrHvBHnRbumyFA33vQgnf7_WdmpXT3k/s1600/i_miss_you_by_alephunky.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMFqifHBj47ORHYg6Zh_WZSfJIQNsLZbREA4CpThzTshc3LYnfqTyYRpLot-b2z-17pUzu-LvmegUIOU5x6vep4GVCJLCTTC7bRFQ1etAj8FWiGrHvBHnRbumyFA33vQgnf7_WdmpXT3k/s320/i_miss_you_by_alephunky.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">"Me pergunto se essa tal de <em><u>saudades</u></em> te incomoda tanto quanto incomoda a mim..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;"><em>[Mari Negreiros]</em></span>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-66056451716524077832011-07-03T17:52:00.000-07:002011-07-03T17:52:42.105-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0HHa0S-os_YoWpgYRJKzINn9hlnH67YpmYw3nxUa2qj99bFXRksgPkWJO0lwi6BAvFTRa8WA0Ero8Hgt22TBY63xwlAqm43NB9qn0IgcDsmH-UDOAxF1mLSUIlfCTmSWwR9jzWB7crA/s1600/olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEga0HHa0S-os_YoWpgYRJKzINn9hlnH67YpmYw3nxUa2qj99bFXRksgPkWJO0lwi6BAvFTRa8WA0Ero8Hgt22TBY63xwlAqm43NB9qn0IgcDsmH-UDOAxF1mLSUIlfCTmSWwR9jzWB7crA/s1600/olhar.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">"Seu olhar, de encontro ao meu, era tão fixo que me deixou sem reação.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Parecia ver algo além...</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #0b5394;">Podera eu um dia rever aqueles olhos"</span></em></div><br />
<em><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: xx-small;">[Mari Negreiros]</span></em>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2382107641484169512.post-13271249773634369812011-07-01T07:55:00.000-07:002011-07-01T08:06:43.818-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>E eu descubro depois da tempestade</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>que eu posso sim ser tão quente quanto o sol...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que posso dançar de braços abertos sob a chuva e não sentir frio...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Que quando a represa racha, eu sei exatamente onde desaguar, sem ter que explodir...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>É uma questão de escolha,</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #0c343d; font-family: Times, "Times New Roman", serif;"><em>Eu escolho Nadar...</em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: xx-small;">Ps.: Deixa eu roubar esse momentos que eu sei que são de verdade, e eternizá-los em forma de texto! ?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: xx-small;">Traduzir em palavras teus sentimentos complicados!?</span></div>La Vera Amiciziahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09235644356427591303noreply@blogger.com3