tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3058745476577564822024-03-13T07:57:15.337-07:00Refugiei-me na doideira porque a razão não me bastava.Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.comBlogger130125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-84493879667702804722011-03-30T06:31:00.000-07:002011-03-30T06:31:22.929-07:00<span style="font-size: x-large;">BEM QUERIDOS SEGUIDORES ^^</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">OBRIGADA A TODOS um beeeeeeeeeijão =*</span>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-82453743477596725402011-03-18T18:51:00.001-07:002011-03-18T18:51:35.195-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span lang="PT-BR"><a href="http://coisasquenaotefalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-agora-esta-voce-ai-com-esse-amor-que.html"><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">E agora está você aí, com esse amor que não estava nos planos.</span></b></a></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: justify;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Um amor que não é a sua cara, que não lembra em nada um amor idealizado. E, por isso mesmo, um amor que deixa você em pânico e em êxtase. Tudo diferente do que você um dia supôs, um amor que te perturba e te exige, que não aceita as regras que você estipulou.<b> Um amor que a cada manhã faz você pensar que de hoje não passa, mas a noite chega e esse amor perdura, um amor movido por discussões que você não esperava enfrentar e por beijos para os quais nem imaginava ter tanto fôlego. </b>Um amor errado como aqueles que dizem que devemos aproveitar enquanto não encontramos o certo, e o certo era aquele outro que você havia solicitado, mas a vida, que é péssima em atender pedidos, lhe trouxe esse e conforme-se, saboreie esse presente, esse suspense, esse nonsense, esse amor que você desconfia que não lhe pertence. Aquele amor em formato de coração, amor com licor, amor de caixinha, não apareceu. Olhe pra você vivendo esse amor a granel, esse amor escarcéu, não era bem isso que você desejava, mas é o amor que lhe foi destinado, o amor que começou por telefone, o amor que começou pela internet, que esbarrou em você no elevador, o amor que era pra não vingar e virou compromisso, olha você tendo que explicar o que não se explica, você nunca havia se dado conta de que amor não se pede, não se especifica, não se experimenta em loja – ah, este me serviu direitinho !</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: justify;"><br />
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Outros me olhavam, outros pareciam talvez</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">até um pouco mais interessantes, mas eu escolhi você.</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Que esquisito, eu já havia escolhido outros outras vezes.</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dessa vez tudo foi diferente, dessa vez não era tão simples assim,<br />
dessa vez havia um diferencial tão complexo: </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">você me escolheu também.'</span></b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">'</span></span></i><b><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">A consciência de amar e ser amado<br />
traz um conforto e riqueza à vida que nada mais consegue trazer.'</span></span></i></b></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-33970412708173831642011-03-18T18:47:00.000-07:002011-03-18T18:47:04.426-07:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: black;">Duas coisas acontecem quando a gente se apaixona: </span></span></i><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Adélia Amaral</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-85372223645496136652011-03-12T10:15:00.001-08:002011-03-12T10:15:57.194-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://coisasquenaotefalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/e-por-ele-que-eu-venho-aqui-boy-quase.html"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">É por ele que eu venho aqui, boy, quase toda noite.</span></a></span></b><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Não por você, por outros como você. Pra ele, me guardo. Ria de mim, mas estou aqui parada, bêbada, pateta e ridícula, só porque no meio desse lixo todo procuro o verdadeiro amor.</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Cuidado, comigo: um dia encontro !</span></b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-26452550189508988972011-03-12T10:14:00.001-08:002011-03-12T10:14:44.676-08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Se me der sono eu durmo, se me der vontade de falar um palavrão alto, falo. </span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><b>Se me der vontade de te expulsar da minha casa : rua !</b>E o mais fantástico de tudo é que já que estou tão à vontade, já que meu cérebro louco não está vivendo nem no passado e nem no futuro e apenas no presente do seu corpo quentinho e cheiroso e já que nada em mim dói porque nada em mim sonha .. eu nunca senti tanto prazer em toda a minha vida. </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-66724944329786365802011-02-23T05:53:00.000-08:002011-02-23T05:53:19.919-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Eu te escolhi.<br />
Outros me olhavam, outros pareciam talvez</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">até um pouco mais interessantes, mas eu escolhi você.</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Que esquisito, eu já havia escolhido outros outras vezes.</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Dessa vez tudo foi diferente, dessa vez não era tão simples assim,<br />
dessa vez havia um diferencial tão complexo: </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="background: white; line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;">você me escolheu também.</span>'</span></b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #0c343d; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #e06666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">'</span></span></i><b><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #351c75; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 18pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #990000;">A consciência de amar e ser amado<br />
traz um conforto e riqueza à vida que nada mais consegue trazer.'</span></span></i></b></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-13357078901018111682011-02-23T05:51:00.001-08:002011-02-23T05:51:48.564-08:00<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Duas coisas acontecem quando a gente se apaixona: </span></i><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Adélia Amaral</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> </span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-62854633375338892542011-02-14T15:51:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:51:13.682-08:00<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt; text-align: right;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="color: #783f04;"><em>E tô achando bom, tô repetindo: que bom Deus que sou capaz de estar vivo sem vampirizar ninguém, que bom que sou forte, que bom que suporto, que bom que sou criativo e até me divirto e descubro a gota de mel no meio do fel. </em></span></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt; text-align: right;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="color: #783f04;"><em>Colei aquele “Eu Amo Você” no espelho. </em></span></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; mso-line-height-alt: 10.0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: large;"><em><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"><span style="color: #783f04;">É pra mim mesmo.</span></span></span><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";"></span></span></em></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-11134995088483716652011-02-14T15:48:00.001-08:002011-02-14T15:48:54.730-08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong>Eu conheço um homem de lata</strong></span></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></i><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">e ele não sabe a falta</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">que seu abraço revestido de aço</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 160%; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">me faz.</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #666666; font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif"; line-height: 160%; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></strong></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-64841662104973460912011-02-13T10:07:00.000-08:002011-02-13T10:07:00.013-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; 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;"><span style="color: black;"><strong>(...) o meu coração partiu. Para outro lugar."</strong></span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXPPEP1HUYMClRg_ySwic_7o-mnansNSr4DoV2eFxbyQ7zURLVwLfU1bj1aXJnT8lajMeb8Ma3kqTtC_-yb4PsxFNJTrhuDllHyaMDa8hgqRqE2-FuITaSgPvMzfUNCRP1bleM-GB47y_/s1600/untitleds.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiiXPPEP1HUYMClRg_ySwic_7o-mnansNSr4DoV2eFxbyQ7zURLVwLfU1bj1aXJnT8lajMeb8Ma3kqTtC_-yb4PsxFNJTrhuDllHyaMDa8hgqRqE2-FuITaSgPvMzfUNCRP1bleM-GB47y_/s320/untitleds.bmp" width="320" /></a></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-88674377338860653162011-02-13T10:02:00.000-08:002011-02-13T10:02:31.465-08:00<div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">"Alguma coisa me diz que <span style="font-size: large;">coisas grandiosas</span> estão por vir.</span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><b>Por isso abro meu coração pra alegria, pra vida e pro sol que acaricia e não </b></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;"><b>machuca… </b></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">E é nesse estado de gratidão e contentamento que qualquer pensamento negativo que </span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 10pt; margin: 0in 0in 1.9pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 7.5pt;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif; font-size: small;">eventualmente surja, morrerá de inanição."<br />
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</div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Carpinejar . </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-76401367942056508992011-02-10T13:15:00.000-08:002011-02-10T13:15:29.588-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMfbaNyvG4HIzIm2DIym7uafR0BaBWWB14scq-nvCzW3FZeLdlbb1xpWt8hfiIvO15ZRLkbNIWF0OhxMrfj7BVYxaf_WC904AY4lOxdMNiDGs7QdJDZd4FeRhuGUtyVKLatTDImBGHm7B/s1600/em_busca_de_um_sonho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="238" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqMfbaNyvG4HIzIm2DIym7uafR0BaBWWB14scq-nvCzW3FZeLdlbb1xpWt8hfiIvO15ZRLkbNIWF0OhxMrfj7BVYxaf_WC904AY4lOxdMNiDGs7QdJDZd4FeRhuGUtyVKLatTDImBGHm7B/s320/em_busca_de_um_sonho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0in 0in 9pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Garamond", "serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">EU ESTOU BEM ONDE ESTOU . Mas, como aconteceu naquele dia na praia, em que eu passei indo com meu novo amor e cruzei você vindo com seu novo amor, não tem como a gente não olhar para trás.</span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-8759004419972897462011-02-10T13:12:00.001-08:002011-02-10T13:12:27.613-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"><a href="http://coisasquenaotefalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/foi-ai-que-solidao-deixou-de-ser.html"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">Foi aí que a solidão deixou de ser involuntária para se transformar em </span><b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text1;">escolha</span></b><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-themecolor: text1; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;">.</span></a></span><span style="color: black; font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;"> <span lang="PT-BR"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">E foi bom, está sendo bom.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "AR BLANCA"; font-size: 14pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: text1;">Passo o dia lendo, ouvindo música, vendo velhos filmes na televisão, de vez em quando vou ao cinema ou saio para passear na beira do rio ...</span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-75472389690439914282011-02-08T05:16:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:16:32.205-08:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DKkKhqGyNG7vddaOWGONNg1NtL_54lmyJxIcQ2WeFfDnECgk9Q2qwTgv6r4TEyTYnkwIujoJTSlXaPImUgI3c0Bu0fc6IxQ0VxAV4ISRPZVh9fxKyh13Ru2O6T6gBeHpmK5LI_pcPoxh/s1600/tumblr_lf4nwnc81k1qfyiano1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4DKkKhqGyNG7vddaOWGONNg1NtL_54lmyJxIcQ2WeFfDnECgk9Q2qwTgv6r4TEyTYnkwIujoJTSlXaPImUgI3c0Bu0fc6IxQ0VxAV4ISRPZVh9fxKyh13Ru2O6T6gBeHpmK5LI_pcPoxh/s320/tumblr_lf4nwnc81k1qfyiano1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ela: <span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: black;">Estou indo embora !</span></span><span style="color: black;"> </span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><span></span><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Ele: Por que?<br />
Ela: Para sair do caminho.<br />
Ele: Que caminho?<br />
Ela: O teu.<br />
Ele: Cansaste de andar ao meu lado?<br />
Ela: <u><strong>Não, cansei de andar sozinha.</strong></u></span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><u><strong></strong></u></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-84532861997126681062011-02-08T05:10:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:10:33.507-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-outline-level: 3; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><a href="http://coisasquenaotefalei.blogspot.com/2011/02/nao-tenho-medo-de-nada-afinal-gente-so.html"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; text-decoration: none; text-underline: none;"><span style="color: #0b5394; font-size: large;">Não tenho medo de nada, afinal, a gente só tem medo do que a gente ama.</span></span></a></span></b><b><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"> <span lang="PT-BR"></span></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span><span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: black; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Se me der sono eu durmo, se me der vontade de falar um palavrão alto, falo. Se me der vontade de te expulsar da minha casa : rua !<br />
E o mais fantástico de tudo é que<em><u> já que estou tão à vontade,</u></em> já que meu cérebro louco não está vivendo nem no passado e nem no futuro e <span style="font-size: large;"><strong>apenas no presente</strong></span> do seu corpo quentinho e cheiroso e <em>já que nada em mim dói porque nada em mim sonha</em> ...eu nunca senti tanto prazer em toda a minha vida. </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #ff6fb9; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif"; font-size: 12pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-11592456192570933302011-02-08T05:02:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:02:58.884-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #20124d;">A chuva apagou o cigarro, levou embora as cinzas, mas não cicatrizou as queimaduras. </span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #20124d;">Se havia veneno nos pulmões, havia muito mais no coração. </span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #20124d;">No instante que as horas quebraram-se, nos perdemos um do outro.</span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><span style="color: #20124d;">O tempo não parou, para que eu juntasse meus pedaços.<u> O tempo não voltou, para que eu te reconstruísse nos meus braços.</u> </span></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: justify;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">O tempo não deu tempo, para que eu te guardasse na bagagem. <span style="font-size: small;">Fui embora pela metade.</span></span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 12pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><br />
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<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /><span style="color: #20124d;"></span></span></div><div align="right" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #20124d;"><i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Erllen Nadine</span></i><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #5e5e5e; font-family: "Arvo", "serif"; font-size: 9pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-15582730349795114072011-02-03T14:55:00.000-08:002011-02-03T14:55:36.379-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span class="apple-style-span"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #77aa77; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif";"><span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em>Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem.</em></strong></span></span></span><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #77aa77; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif";"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Muita. Todo dia.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Esse jeito de <em>ouvir além dos olhos</em>, de <em>ver além dos ouvidos</em>, </span><span class="apple-style-span">de sentir a textura do sentimento alheio tão clara no próprio coração </span><span class="apple-style-span">e tantas vezes até doer ou sorrir junto com toda sinceridade.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa sensação, de vez em quando, de ser estrangeiro e não saber falar o idioma local, </span><span class="apple-style-span"><strong>de ser meio ET,</strong> uma espécie de sobrevivente de uma civilização extinta.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #77aa77; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif";"><span class="apple-style-span">Essa intensidade toda em tempo de ternura minguada.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Esse amor tão vívido em terra em que <u>a maioria </u></span><span class="apple-style-span"><u>parece se assustar mais com o afeto do que com a indelicadeza</u>.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Esse cuidado espontâneo com os outros.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa vontade tão pura de que<em> ninguém sofra por nada</em>.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #77aa77; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif";"><span class="apple-style-span"><span style="font-size: large;">Esse melindre de ferir por saber, com nitidez, como dói se sentir ferido</span>.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #77aa77; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", "sans-serif";"><span class="apple-style-span">...Ser sensível nesse mundo requer muita coragem. Muita. Todo dia.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa saudade, que faz a alma marejar, </span><span class="apple-style-span">de um lugar que não se sabe onde é, mas que existe, é claro que existe.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa possibilidade de se experimentar a dor, quando a dor chega, </span><span class="apple-style-span">com a mesma verdade com que se experimenta a alegria.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa incapacidade de não se admirar com o encanto grandioso </span><span class="apple-style-span">que também mora na sutileza.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Essa vontade de espalhar buquês de sorrisos por aí, </span><span class="apple-style-span">porque <u><em>os sensíveis, por mais que chorem de vez em quando, </em></u></span><u><em><span class="apple-style-span">não deixam adormecer a ideia de um mundo que possa acordar sorrindo.</span></em></u><span style="font-size: large;"><em><span class="apple-style-span">Pra toda gente. Pra todo ser. Pra toda vida.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Eu até já tentei ser diferente, por medo de doer, </span><span class="apple-style-span">mas não tem jeito: <strong>só consigo ser igual a mim.</strong></span></em></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-63873571321632193112011-02-03T14:50:00.001-08:002011-02-03T14:50:49.647-08:00<h3 style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia", "serif"; font-size: 30pt; font-weight: normal; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"><span style="color: #274e13;"><span style="color: #cc3300;">"Acho uma delícia quando você esquece os olhos em cima dos meus..."</span></span></span></h3>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-56948355887082180592011-02-03T14:49:00.000-08:002011-02-03T14:49:18.418-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKWvYGWv0LS_BjeWIQSr-9kx7VtMT1MigeQVWI6FoxIX884x4hT3OMyLuZSqCH8_v04jqOEE7CEZX71il_7WHYf-I1vy_FKqR4Kfrq5i-F2ABEqJx8HgbwjffjxMYgRJRElAHSKgVDCzm/s1600/sonho_de_amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibKWvYGWv0LS_BjeWIQSr-9kx7VtMT1MigeQVWI6FoxIX884x4hT3OMyLuZSqCH8_v04jqOEE7CEZX71il_7WHYf-I1vy_FKqR4Kfrq5i-F2ABEqJx8HgbwjffjxMYgRJRElAHSKgVDCzm/s1600/sonho_de_amor.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="color: #20124d;"><em><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif";">Não as carregue nos ombros.</span></em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Verdana", "sans-serif";"><strong>Leve-as no coração</strong></span></em></span></span></i></div><div align="center" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-7210096190891231372011-01-31T05:46:00.000-08:002011-01-31T05:46:09.841-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Era um dia durante a semana qualquer. Eles combinaram de encontrar para almoçar no shopping. Ela chegou cedo e deu umas voltas admirando as vitrines enquanto ele chegava. Ele demorou. Algumas horas.Ela já estava preocupada com o horário e com tudo que ainda tinha por fazer no trabalho naquele dia, mas era bom se distrair por um tempo. Precisava mesmo disso.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ele se atrasou em uma reunião de trabalho sobre os novos lançamentos da empresa.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Na praça de alimentação, surgiu o impasse. Ela queria comer comida japonesa. Ele queria comer rápido em um desses fast-food.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Acabaram indo em restaurantes diferentes. A vantagem da comodidade de uma praça de alimentação, às vezes, é uma desvantagem. Separa as pessoas. A sorte era que o shopping não estava cheio e não precisaram guardar mesa.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Sentaram juntos.<em> Um de frente para o outro.</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ele comeu rápido. Precisava voltar para o trabalho.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ela demorou. Queria apreciar a culinária.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Enquanto esperava, ele passou a ler e responder e-mails no celular e fazer algumas ligações.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Não conversaram.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Depois de comer, ela sugeriu que ele a acompanhasse até uma loja. Ele respondeu que tinha que voltar ao trabalho. E não foi. Deu um beijo e saiu.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"><em>Ela ficou sozinha.</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">No dia seguinte, ela terminou o noivado.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="font-family: Calibri;">Ele não achou ruim, <u>mas nunca entendeu o motivo.</u></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-85962113019098244402011-01-31T05:44:00.000-08:002011-01-31T05:44:03.051-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"><span style="font-family: Calibri;"></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>Queria ter um barco a vela</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>Sair sem rumo e demorar a chegar</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>E quando lá te encontrar</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>Lentamente quero voltar</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>Queria ter um barco a vela</em></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span lang="PT-BR"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: Calibri;"><em>E velejar!</em></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-305874547657756482.post-14722118508097481012011-01-31T05:39:00.000-08:002011-01-31T05:39:03.048-08:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7rHjEPLwpn7GmCswReWhYCajgoHuAqvwUVz4ofDFm8iBv06b_Py1wwRVC-cY3_En_x0FoTU2td9Rrq1g0i7U3nKntCC4K4EIwWIGyT9zNzoaznT_sz4CpwZqMaZYS3YmV4urjOxGKRxv/s1600/4723154570_6c61cfaaa5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" s5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhe7rHjEPLwpn7GmCswReWhYCajgoHuAqvwUVz4ofDFm8iBv06b_Py1wwRVC-cY3_En_x0FoTU2td9Rrq1g0i7U3nKntCC4K4EIwWIGyT9zNzoaznT_sz4CpwZqMaZYS3YmV4urjOxGKRxv/s320/4723154570_6c61cfaaa5.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: #351c75;"><span lang="PT-BR">"...De vez em quando a gente se encontrava nas escadas" </span><span lang="PT-BR" style="font-family: "Arial", "sans-serif";">♫</span><span lang="PT-BR" style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"> </span></span></em></span></span></div>Anahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17913063343433357563noreply@blogger.com0