tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19177530867283876032024-02-19T00:18:42.783-08:00Que Seja Sempre Doce e Colorido...Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.comBlogger180125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-64883035341727967162011-07-03T13:54:00.000-07:002011-07-03T13:54:18.069-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQCoka2BLzMpglf0CgEBr-lvhvFDMth3-llIlQjppxi0TIvQGEy0plAuzhbHPGTbUxYDnbVR96qzZG3xXvbwyRISSG0o9nRuyKHfZ17z2UrMciM1WGSsL1xXMOWiCykusLSBxrSGA8Rs/s1600/linda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDQCoka2BLzMpglf0CgEBr-lvhvFDMth3-llIlQjppxi0TIvQGEy0plAuzhbHPGTbUxYDnbVR96qzZG3xXvbwyRISSG0o9nRuyKHfZ17z2UrMciM1WGSsL1xXMOWiCykusLSBxrSGA8Rs/s400/linda.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Mas eu sou tradicional. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Sou convencional, apesar de não ser normal. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Se eu me corto, eu sangro. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Se bato o dedo no pé da mesa, dói. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Sou uma pessoa comum. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>Acredito no até que a morte nos separe e também no eterno enquanto dure.</b> Acredito que, se eu sou capaz de ser fiel, alguém mais pode ser. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Acredito que eu não sou uma laranja, mas preciso da minha outra metade pra me sentir inteira. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Valorizo as pequenas atitudes, assim como condeno pequenas mancadas. </span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Sou rancorosa, guardo por anos uma coisa que me magoou de verdade. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Sei perdoar. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Passo por cima dos erros pra ficar junto das pessoas que eu gosto. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Tenho meus limites. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;">O primeiro deles é meu amor-próprio. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Perdoo uma vez, porque errar é humano. </span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Perdoo duas porque o ser humano é estúpido às vezes. </span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><b><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Mas não posso viver perdoando </span></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #c27ba0;"><b>porque isso seria incompetência minha.</b>"</span></span><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><br />
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<em><strong><u><span style="color: #c27ba0;">Brena Braz</span></u></strong></em></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-67999944258586707132011-07-03T13:50:00.000-07:002011-07-03T13:50:38.106-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfzRfjccuI94U06k6b_nL1eo79qVT5UQbxvXIbaHD51nGxu2jzJXwCS6GynhF6c4w1FcNujTjR0pC1XN5iDBnXSaR4bJChsZIylYIegVw9l3xlBxZiQJGpS3h_rbhyFIjTTYxzhdxIuw/s1600/mascara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFfzRfjccuI94U06k6b_nL1eo79qVT5UQbxvXIbaHD51nGxu2jzJXwCS6GynhF6c4w1FcNujTjR0pC1XN5iDBnXSaR4bJChsZIylYIegVw9l3xlBxZiQJGpS3h_rbhyFIjTTYxzhdxIuw/s400/mascara.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.5pt;"><em><strong>Enfrentei a saudade, contive o ímpeto da falta.<br />
Confesso que a imobilidade doeu mais do que um movimento abrupto.<br />
Se realizasse o ato banal, vestiria novamente os fantasmas.<br />
A casa não era mais minha. </strong></em></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.5pt;"><em><strong>Os hábitos não eram mais meus.<br />
Não tinha mais obrigação com o passado.<br />
Sequei o rosto com os próprios punhos.<br />
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Fabricio Carpinejar</strong></em></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-67526271108528829132011-07-03T13:47:00.000-07:002011-07-03T13:47:53.520-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnWReNDmL4IHLKYD8lbaAqOGmRovk62Po-UYF5NGtum02RPzgL4PKEPaSivlxk1UninNRg5GJiqg6E8eeKVBH6AUn4EX5QnpzryR2bLxKgMiProIybIiKC54xf9bhaWBcKyNm9nWzApY/s1600/42.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSnWReNDmL4IHLKYD8lbaAqOGmRovk62Po-UYF5NGtum02RPzgL4PKEPaSivlxk1UninNRg5GJiqg6E8eeKVBH6AUn4EX5QnpzryR2bLxKgMiProIybIiKC54xf9bhaWBcKyNm9nWzApY/s400/42.jpg" width="294" /></a></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Que passe o tempo. </strong></em></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Que ele escreva as linhas e deixe para mim somente a prazerosa função de pontuar frases. </strong></em></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Muitas exclamações, algumas interrogações e apenas um ponto final, que eu deixei reservado para ti. </strong></em></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><em><strong>Faze o que quiseres com ele. </strong></em></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><em><strong>É teu.</strong></em></div><div class="fr0" style="margin: auto 0cm; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span class="aut"><a href="http://www.pnsdr.com/autor/Lucas_Silveira/"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span></a><strong>Lucas Silveira</strong></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-42455769520305046712011-07-03T13:43:00.000-07:002011-07-03T13:43:04.192-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ofd75Ignt6UORC80akWcMsFxZMTVAYcppSTQrOjpLoscmOFvvqMxJ5UVPvs82eDZiq0IeGr0EBpYZQltbgDwonLuCx1TxUhMhzRWQmVucOCjx8B-p3MOILrT39fntGyrifikDPhso-k/s1600/26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" i$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2Ofd75Ignt6UORC80akWcMsFxZMTVAYcppSTQrOjpLoscmOFvvqMxJ5UVPvs82eDZiq0IeGr0EBpYZQltbgDwonLuCx1TxUhMhzRWQmVucOCjx8B-p3MOILrT39fntGyrifikDPhso-k/s320/26.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Ontem de manhã quando acordei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Olhei a vida e me espantei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Eu tenho mais de 20 anos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">E eu tenho mais de mil perguntas sem respostas...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">Elis Regina, 20 anos Blue</span></b></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-51152098386553896662011-06-15T11:12:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:12:55.430-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTgei8mJZj05GbKFTaW5WU6Re04pg-wK_VQSE_4vMjrBA5IQPIjg_RgKPHcQEIRoCLWljVL_nkhedDbubQp_3TpAVnutRcN9Wq6lS7lxycT_-ycT43aBTPGV-Vz27BmN4_CzzSWoSwt4/s1600/meinina%252C.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivTgei8mJZj05GbKFTaW5WU6Re04pg-wK_VQSE_4vMjrBA5IQPIjg_RgKPHcQEIRoCLWljVL_nkhedDbubQp_3TpAVnutRcN9Wq6lS7lxycT_-ycT43aBTPGV-Vz27BmN4_CzzSWoSwt4/s400/meinina%252C.jpg" t8="true" width="298" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: black;">Que eu me lembre de ser feliz enquanto ainda estou viva.</span> </span></b><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: black;">Fabrício Carpinejar</span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-90008522914067005462011-06-15T11:05:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:05:18.492-07:00<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/AVvXsEiitoPsF0Ael8WFA8H99aWOgBi2EQDWChEhhv7_67ETeE_97uo4EZBAileGuuTLJucxmsJ04wTPLGkiwQrR_tnYbk6SK_vvyePeem6r9XmMBuSLsQV62rqlrOpnhA96K9BsYNwXNU04FzU/s1600/OCAY2H1NDCAB3KVW2CAUNT9JECA73XYXRCATNQAKWCACUHBRTCA2CF34ECA8I5BKHCAS30KZFCA3I9SKLCAFF1B85CAT2WQNMCAM7QUCWCAQVGFEWCAHB1S0XCA3EB059CA6EQGIMCAWU3VS6CA3MGO6W.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="307" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitoPsF0Ael8WFA8H99aWOgBi2EQDWChEhhv7_67ETeE_97uo4EZBAileGuuTLJucxmsJ04wTPLGkiwQrR_tnYbk6SK_vvyePeem6r9XmMBuSLsQV62rqlrOpnhA96K9BsYNwXNU04FzU/s320/OCAY2H1NDCAB3KVW2CAUNT9JECA73XYXRCATNQAKWCACUHBRTCA2CF34ECA8I5BKHCAS30KZFCA3I9SKLCAFF1B85CAT2WQNMCAM7QUCWCAQVGFEWCAHB1S0XCA3EB059CA6EQGIMCAWU3VS6CA3MGO6W.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.5pt;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #38761d;"><em><strong>A vida nunca me tirou além do suportável.<br />
Mas eu só percebi isto quando superei a perda.<br />
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Marla de Queiroz</strong></em></span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-40233697983477792732011-06-15T11:01:00.000-07:002011-06-15T11:01:09.435-07:00<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/AVvXsEjoiNtLVg-a2cWodpA93WbZ7c45DJVMYGHIm0M5XdsbpT9mdcNmD5t6VC_XAq_87xKY4oOO60F5LLP3YAGc9M8O4igpFpWqt5TFYDwiCMAEarPhB_G2vWQLcYLDdgi7T_eN3pRAVvNyryg/s1600/37.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="299" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoiNtLVg-a2cWodpA93WbZ7c45DJVMYGHIm0M5XdsbpT9mdcNmD5t6VC_XAq_87xKY4oOO60F5LLP3YAGc9M8O4igpFpWqt5TFYDwiCMAEarPhB_G2vWQLcYLDdgi7T_eN3pRAVvNyryg/s400/37.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">A lembrança da vida da gente se guarda em trechos diversos, </div><div style="text-align: center;">cada um com seu signo e sentimento, uns com os outros acho que não se misturam. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Contar seguido, alinhavado, só mesmo sendo as coisas de rasa importância. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;">Guimarães Rosa</span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-23866720217827548662011-06-15T10:52:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:52:18.480-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IizhwRVPFRMkOmXvlxnE7kRhOTiWFCv9XBmR3pj4MnFbhORKQHmnG1Q0KG9P0CdaiKpvPj9d_VbGGzmJVr9VFtgh_SeOHz5A-Ou_XR-Jj_0lcqIG-uhpQ9JLBBCbLO8l2ukvcqKAc1w/s1600/3CAO5VKM7CA5BL7Z9CACOF1WQCA31B4PPCA38SIA0CAMKB28OCAVGV649CAYJ15O7CAEI8NVJCAR8A702CAIZDU6BCAYGHMA7CATS5UZDCA2KL9V3CA10M400CASJWQ0OCA9314P3CAMA84JVCAL8NGP9.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="277" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2IizhwRVPFRMkOmXvlxnE7kRhOTiWFCv9XBmR3pj4MnFbhORKQHmnG1Q0KG9P0CdaiKpvPj9d_VbGGzmJVr9VFtgh_SeOHz5A-Ou_XR-Jj_0lcqIG-uhpQ9JLBBCbLO8l2ukvcqKAc1w/s400/3CAO5VKM7CA5BL7Z9CACOF1WQCA31B4PPCA38SIA0CAMKB28OCAVGV649CAYJ15O7CAEI8NVJCAR8A702CAIZDU6BCAYGHMA7CATS5UZDCA2KL9V3CA10M400CASJWQ0OCA9314P3CAMA84JVCAL8NGP9.jpg" t8="true" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #8e7cc3;"><b><span style="color: #dd99bd; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 12pt;">Martha Medeiros</span></b><span style="color: #dd99bd; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 12pt;"></span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-76716818169826870932011-06-15T10:40:00.000-07:002011-06-15T10:41:19.631-07:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ff9966; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: orange;">Uma pessoa, quando está longe, vive coisas que não te comunica,</span></span></em><i><span style="color: #ff9966; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 14pt;"><br />
<span style="color: orange;"><em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">e tu, aqui, vive coisas que não a comunica.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Então, vocês vão se distanciando e,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">quando vocês se encontrarem, vocês vão se falar assim:</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">oi, tudo bom e tal, como é que vão as coisas?</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">E aí ele vai te falar, por cima, de tudo que ele viveu, e,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">não sei, vai ser uma proximidade distante.</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">Não adianta, no momento que as pessoas se afastam,</span></em><br />
<em><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS";">elas estão irremediavelmente perdidas uma da outra.</span></em></span></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #ff9966; font-family: "Trebuchet MS"; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: orange;">Caio Fernando Abreu</span></span></em></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-18348828846051454542011-06-06T14:13:00.000-07:002011-06-06T14:13:11.561-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtG72Z5GldqUcGthhVeapZzcQqUZFKDkcADKDa7cr-c9W-I0fgTUTNla-ZdphU9bpMNTjvg3fSilD10CIf_DWRILOmS1XjRAuw6JWYQt7KVcusKKqSXLWSzwImRLgH5C5DmMVQWYEvM_U/s1600/MarilynMonroe-450x606.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtG72Z5GldqUcGthhVeapZzcQqUZFKDkcADKDa7cr-c9W-I0fgTUTNla-ZdphU9bpMNTjvg3fSilD10CIf_DWRILOmS1XjRAuw6JWYQt7KVcusKKqSXLWSzwImRLgH5C5DmMVQWYEvM_U/s320/MarilynMonroe-450x606.jpg" t8="true" width="237" /></a></div><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632035; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 21.5pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">É muito bom voltar para mim,</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632035; font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 21.5pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;">sobrevivida do vendaval das emoções. </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #632035; font-family: Helvetica;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-size: large;"><strong>ELISA LUCINDA</strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-48355273166680143012011-06-06T14:09:00.000-07:002011-06-06T14:09:28.411-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZcTcl2S3CE2e4R7-PvIUcPykgymUeGF3OhmY-gDDukJtKsDDid-0XQ5UvPQjc6Ff6oL0qJiIborTWJYW8p_XhyphenhyphendSZ0dzbJkkdinfg8JmwvrNwzc3J2qajsRIO_YVY6irs3xX9lsFhzg/s1600/43.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaZcTcl2S3CE2e4R7-PvIUcPykgymUeGF3OhmY-gDDukJtKsDDid-0XQ5UvPQjc6Ff6oL0qJiIborTWJYW8p_XhyphenhyphendSZ0dzbJkkdinfg8JmwvrNwzc3J2qajsRIO_YVY6irs3xX9lsFhzg/s320/43.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">Crie laços com as pessoas que lhe fazem bem, <br />
que lhe parecem verdadeiras e desfaça os nós que lhe prendem àquelas que foram significativas na sua vida, mas infelizmente, por vontade própria, deixaram de ser.<br />
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Nó aperta, </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"><span style="color: #a64d79;">laço enfeita... </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><span style="color: #a64d79;">Simples assim.</span></strong></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt;"><strong><em><span style="color: #a64d79;">Silvana Duboc</span></em> </strong></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-38376741355865183092011-06-06T14:05:00.000-07:002011-06-06T14:05:29.370-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVqf9runFTDU94cKeRVsSr7F-FBYPqN53wM1qvOrLaVanBiInU0DoPkPLfegNugnRJ8MKnyG0CsGtbH18DwIcdKGMwjZv6tBLFfa0L5wRpX-WEjtrD47ChovMJ4qZk2QLEnuZQ8NJ1SA/s1600/ACARLTX4OCAYDNRFJCALTSNVUCAB41QUCCAE1OE9YCAJ52TU5CAH28UP6CA8GSKZTCAIVO33OCAYOIXKCCA90GBTICA285XXYCAGTVUDHCABVDL8QCAKDIB01CAJUMT00CAGGGB44CAYN53QRCAQFNGI3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnVqf9runFTDU94cKeRVsSr7F-FBYPqN53wM1qvOrLaVanBiInU0DoPkPLfegNugnRJ8MKnyG0CsGtbH18DwIcdKGMwjZv6tBLFfa0L5wRpX-WEjtrD47ChovMJ4qZk2QLEnuZQ8NJ1SA/s320/ACARLTX4OCAYDNRFJCALTSNVUCAB41QUCCAE1OE9YCAJ52TU5CAH28UP6CA8GSKZTCAIVO33OCAYOIXKCCA90GBTICA285XXYCAGTVUDHCABVDL8QCAKDIB01CAJUMT00CAGGGB44CAYN53QRCAQFNGI3.jpg" t8="true" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #bbbbbb; font-family: Verdana; font-size: 14pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><span style="color: #444444;">Desista de enumerar as características que um <br />
amor tem que ter para merecer ser <strong>'seu</strong>'. <br />
Aprendi que complexidade psicológica, acentuado nível literário <br />
ou musical e ainda ótimo papo podem garantir uma amizade <br />
enriquecedora, mas nunca o interesse, as pernas bambas e o sentimento.<br />
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<strong>Elenita de Castro</strong></span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-42173082495726859552011-03-20T13:45:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:45:52.089-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzSdp0yd3XtvuRqpT-CO6Cng1ZyWPkFUot3S_e6P7UypxdDfRdWjXd1OqRdSanv1yUT5uAeNVB19U1CGsjkK1yv1Jj5eTbTm61zm3iLGFrkifVJB_zpzc4wmljwybSoaDvRopb5FT3G0/s1600/funk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZzSdp0yd3XtvuRqpT-CO6Cng1ZyWPkFUot3S_e6P7UypxdDfRdWjXd1OqRdSanv1yUT5uAeNVB19U1CGsjkK1yv1Jj5eTbTm61zm3iLGFrkifVJB_zpzc4wmljwybSoaDvRopb5FT3G0/s1600/funk.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Não sei ser contida, discreta.</span></span></i></b><span style="color: #a74e8e; font-family: Verdana;"><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"> </span><b><i><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Brigo em voz alta, rio em voz alta, sinto em voz alta.</span></i></b><span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;"> </span><b><i><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: large;">Sou feita de barulho e de verdade. <br />
Murmúrio não faz parte de mim</span></i></b><br />
<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><i>e quem não gostar, que tape os ouvidos.</i></b><br />
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Renata Fagundes</span></span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-39543683672745464252011-03-20T13:43:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:43:23.782-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjGtmAMgwAngqXPQoVuSTwKdssXfgD0Nmdy517MmfSUBDYSP43AGTEGl_KWKnZtGmEBafGlPCpseQzIBpnWRJ2Bz0tOsyEmiS5A7jp53TiO8gsew-TLNIZXFZ8L3CgUBi1OtFqeBrUlU/s1600/JCA0VELQKCAVUF0IOCABY62ZGCA0XMLY7CADKHVL6CAVL5ALBCAY01VUKCAYPD75FCATQB4TYCA76AOOICAZZHS2TCA9DYZZOCAHTEFTTCA4APQ9VCAX520BHCAFNIB0OCA7TTCGNCA5PX3STCAXB6JVI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnjGtmAMgwAngqXPQoVuSTwKdssXfgD0Nmdy517MmfSUBDYSP43AGTEGl_KWKnZtGmEBafGlPCpseQzIBpnWRJ2Bz0tOsyEmiS5A7jp53TiO8gsew-TLNIZXFZ8L3CgUBi1OtFqeBrUlU/s320/JCA0VELQKCAVUF0IOCABY62ZGCA0XMLY7CADKHVL6CAVL5ALBCAY01VUKCAYPD75FCATQB4TYCA76AOOICAZZHS2TCA9DYZZOCAHTEFTTCA4APQ9VCAX520BHCAFNIB0OCA7TTCGNCA5PX3STCAXB6JVI.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
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cada vez mais rapidamente superadas.<br />
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Caio Fernando Abreu</span></strong></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-69827401279501117342011-03-20T13:39:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:39:41.430-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOYy_0vRXuzOibdGRK0NSQ782O7bU0BHT6DsOAHKlSntapCL25RfRt9nu7fs6fK10i_WXlp4grfy6EZuEOYNxupKWCyULMKXJKVozQbTJ1l9XDdYF8lzhye5JhzzLvz2R5B5NVVxmQYE/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfOYy_0vRXuzOibdGRK0NSQ782O7bU0BHT6DsOAHKlSntapCL25RfRt9nu7fs6fK10i_WXlp4grfy6EZuEOYNxupKWCyULMKXJKVozQbTJ1l9XDdYF8lzhye5JhzzLvz2R5B5NVVxmQYE/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #999999;">Às vezes fico acordada à noite, e eu pergunto:<br />
Onde eu tenho errado? <br />
Então uma voz me diz: <br />
Isso vai levar mais de uma noite.<br />
</span><span style="color: #666666;">Charlie Brown</span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-9442785854634565442011-03-20T13:36:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:36:46.950-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXBo24bfoCxXm6wAPVU_FKvhcJmNw6yRDpW3iWScudzrUELw5P0aPQ3nxzSuVZlRmJIwfBuwp2NTEAXM2ltMq2V5G_yD92i33RYzdRanGfRNbZFwJ_gcyYT5yvBa6RvRrr7YaethY_qs/s1600/ICAF0JJB2CA9Z465RCA691XP8CARRUO55CAVW7OCPCAZY8S2ACAU2MD82CAYWSICTCAR2AO4WCAOCI8A5CARXFV1VCAD2XP4BCAYNELK9CA9TE1TKCAFXBNF4CA1WPHAACA5ZIGUZCAGWWN0OCA2VB16Q.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="257" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigXBo24bfoCxXm6wAPVU_FKvhcJmNw6yRDpW3iWScudzrUELw5P0aPQ3nxzSuVZlRmJIwfBuwp2NTEAXM2ltMq2V5G_yD92i33RYzdRanGfRNbZFwJ_gcyYT5yvBa6RvRrr7YaethY_qs/s320/ICAF0JJB2CA9Z465RCA691XP8CARRUO55CAVW7OCPCAZY8S2ACAU2MD82CAYWSICTCAR2AO4WCAOCI8A5CARXFV1VCAD2XP4BCAYNELK9CA9TE1TKCAFXBNF4CA1WPHAACA5ZIGUZCAGWWN0OCA2VB16Q.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: black;"><i><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Não quero que o tempo volte, nem que lembranças magníficas já vividas</span></i><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia;"></span></span></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: black;"> se repitam, <b>quero novas histórias: </b></span></span></span></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><span style="color: black;"><b>maiores, melhores</b>! </span></span></span></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: black; font-size: large;">(Desconhecido)</span></span></i></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-75682485602226094072011-03-20T13:33:00.000-07:002011-03-20T13:33:21.931-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Se você perceber qualquer tipo de constrangimento, não repare, eu não tenho pudores mas, não raro, sofro de timidez. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">E note bem: não sou agressiva, mas defensiva. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Impaciente onde você vê ousadia. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Falta de coragem onde você pensa que é sensatez. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Mas mesmo assim, sempre pinta um momento qualquer em que eu esqueço todos os conselhos e sigo por caminhos escuros. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Estranhos desertos.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
<span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3;"><strong>Martha Medeiros</strong> </span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-21296332425128740562011-02-27T14:18:00.000-08:002011-02-27T14:18:11.076-08:00<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/AVvXsEjHAPxJxWrCUEHA7xAqMWgUubezpPrNJQb2GaLhIZ2XY1H57tje8OIT01a3Rb8FxGvM0tiQqLbVU92XHBcvKksFzf4UTUDsH9Vh5QZPWyx79pNk2CY36K-qp4hH2pGTrmHcDcP3cP2D5oE/s1600/IdentificacaoLudica-450x598.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" l6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHAPxJxWrCUEHA7xAqMWgUubezpPrNJQb2GaLhIZ2XY1H57tje8OIT01a3Rb8FxGvM0tiQqLbVU92XHBcvKksFzf4UTUDsH9Vh5QZPWyx79pNk2CY36K-qp4hH2pGTrmHcDcP3cP2D5oE/s400/IdentificacaoLudica-450x598.jpg" width="300" /></a></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>Tenho medo de não conseguir manter minhas ideias, meus pontos de vista, minhas escolhas. </em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>A minha cabeça é como um guarda que não permite que eu estacione em local algum. </em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>Eu fico dando voltas e voltas no meu cérebro e quando encontro uma vaga para ocupar, o guarda diz: circulando, circulando . </em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>Você está me entendendo? </em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em>Eu não tenho área de repouso.</em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><em> Raramente desligo, e quando isso acontece, não dá nem tempo para o motor esfriar.</em></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13pt;"><span style="color: #674ea7;"><br />
<strong>Martha Medeiros</strong></span></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-30706238649255408842011-02-27T14:13:00.000-08:002011-02-27T14:13:50.746-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #38761d;">Não sou pra todos. </span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><b>Gosto muito do meu mundinho</b>. <br />
Ele é cheio de surpresas, <b>palavras soltas e cores misturadas</b>.<br />
Às vezes tem um céu azul, outras tempestade. <br />
Lá dentro cabem sonhos de todos os tamanhos.<br />
Mas não cabe muita gente.<br />
Todas as pessoas que estão dentro dele não estão por acaso. <br />
<b>São necessárias</b>.<br />
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Caio Fernando Abreu</span></span></div></span></span>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-73550156466457842542011-02-20T10:23:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:23:33.022-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmpOGpwNkl9BWiZW5sTydqRwGZ6VOSGeFiI-0sA5lpdy-vK_v1CCtn21ARooYpMBMtfFpO43b9C-ARTDifRwQSlzAQP-mK8qLbFsmxXvJa4XEsNWmOB9oOBCsJI8__wfGKiWyM0ApW1o/s1600/39.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="361" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxmpOGpwNkl9BWiZW5sTydqRwGZ6VOSGeFiI-0sA5lpdy-vK_v1CCtn21ARooYpMBMtfFpO43b9C-ARTDifRwQSlzAQP-mK8qLbFsmxXvJa4XEsNWmOB9oOBCsJI8__wfGKiWyM0ApW1o/s400/39.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.5pt;"><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: orange;">PACIÊNCIA: O intervalo entre a semente e a flor!</span></span><span style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 15.5pt;"><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><em><span style="background-color: #fff2cc; color: orange;">Ana Jácomo</span></em></div></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-46708412247726894082011-02-20T10:21:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:21:00.918-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq74hibtxfbWFn7-zd3_vVUxWMmJ9c46Snvm6bMvEZfU0m0_noQcU7Qv7U-5WMDv82kimxg9R_7L6qOSEfvJ6mUP_LMU9ExjD4LrYWl0pXHfeLAcPQZ3hyphenhyphenIiZumiA-Bz1u8sojCNx93n4/s1600/corda.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq74hibtxfbWFn7-zd3_vVUxWMmJ9c46Snvm6bMvEZfU0m0_noQcU7Qv7U-5WMDv82kimxg9R_7L6qOSEfvJ6mUP_LMU9ExjD4LrYWl0pXHfeLAcPQZ3hyphenhyphenIiZumiA-Bz1u8sojCNx93n4/s400/corda.jpg" width="293" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Você diz que ama a chuva, <strong>mas você abre seu guarda-chuva quando chove.</strong> </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Você diz que ama o sol, <strong>mas você procura um ponto de sombra quando o sol brilha.</strong> </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Você diz que ama o vento, <strong>mas você fecha as janelas quando o vento sopra.</strong></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">É por isso que eu tenho medo. </span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;">Você também diz que me ama…</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: right;"><i><span style="color: #45818e; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 18pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial; mso-bidi-font-size: 10.0pt;"><strong>SHAKESPEARE</strong></span></i></div><div style="text-align: right;"></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-4017775925265980992011-02-20T10:15:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:15:40.883-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeU-huNqXnzXA24pD2cgQBxBjCv6jGNbUgQ-qaRC_cBn-Ei2pNLL_2vTkC6iF60OmvCyJz8izevp6dkju4JlsjiBFIcdmPOxQzUtxvRjuh-UCS-NrY2WRXeHnjMr2Q-4Ib-T5ZXUWdHE/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMeU-huNqXnzXA24pD2cgQBxBjCv6jGNbUgQ-qaRC_cBn-Ei2pNLL_2vTkC6iF60OmvCyJz8izevp6dkju4JlsjiBFIcdmPOxQzUtxvRjuh-UCS-NrY2WRXeHnjMr2Q-4Ib-T5ZXUWdHE/s320/28.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Muito tempo para pensar faz a gente amar ou desamar além da</span></em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt;"><em><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;"> conta...</span></em></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 16pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><em><strong><span style="background-color: #f3f3f3; color: #674ea7;">Cáh Morandi</span></strong></em></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-35381660093569255182011-02-20T10:11:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:11:49.130-08:00<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/AVvXsEiTkEPKf7CmxbXmjVHWALWA_VrrRxeG0HYAdfGrSAamEuz8j71EjN2Az9DZzdvusnAsjafg__UHfCZKDRZbKaGFWX5K8Oc1VJdTmG-BCzzB1s-8LLXf63q6_8Nrbo0YqkwgrpCh6VJ5FA0/s1600/tavoleles.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="280" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkEPKf7CmxbXmjVHWALWA_VrrRxeG0HYAdfGrSAamEuz8j71EjN2Az9DZzdvusnAsjafg__UHfCZKDRZbKaGFWX5K8Oc1VJdTmG-BCzzB1s-8LLXf63q6_8Nrbo0YqkwgrpCh6VJ5FA0/s320/tavoleles.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Eu gosto de pessoas inteligentes que enxergam o mundo com humor. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Tem muitas pessoas em quem eu bato o olho e penso: deve ser legal ser amiga dele. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>É gente que não carrega o mundo nas costas, que fala olhando nos olhos, que não se leva tão a sério, que é franca na hora do sim e na hora do não. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>É difícil sacar as qualidades de uma pessoa sem antes conhecê-la, mas intuição existe pra isso. </strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Tenho vários amigos que enriquecem minha vida e se encaixam no meu conceito de “pessoas especiais”, mas meu coração é espaçoso e está em condições de receber novos inquilinos.</strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong></strong></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
<span style="color: #674ea7;"><strong></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #674ea7; font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;"><strong>Martha Medeiros</strong></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-87301528956755893252011-02-20T10:08:00.000-08:002011-02-20T10:08:00.752-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHL9J3ZLnLCri2MEeL2FhZ4FOAGUYkLF8riQJndN59-pvNqp2mxJrVbNdXkWsZE9jrYBRUxaPCK3hpnsQM_UiD09q6mk-pcFGJI_lRQVOP2cShjx75sgDAjqJ0u3O259gX7AWlUevox9E/s1600/32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" j6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHL9J3ZLnLCri2MEeL2FhZ4FOAGUYkLF8riQJndN59-pvNqp2mxJrVbNdXkWsZE9jrYBRUxaPCK3hpnsQM_UiD09q6mk-pcFGJI_lRQVOP2cShjx75sgDAjqJ0u3O259gX7AWlUevox9E/s320/32.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #444444;">Há homens que têm patroa.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #444444;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #444444;">Há homens que têm mulher.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><br />
<span style="color: #444444;"></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><span style="color: #444444;">E há mulheres que escolhem o que querem ser.</span></strong></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"></span><strong><br />
</strong><div style="text-align: center;"><strong><em><span style="color: #444444;">Martha Medeiros</span></em></strong></div><br />
</div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1917753086728387603.post-61378785461703448332011-02-06T16:09:00.000-08:002011-02-06T16:09:48.358-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPWm7bUYFZDA48N4BA_zO04WXD0VO-cRBw1z2tB-rEu9Pc9HltLUTnDU77ts25xZwzDnqUq5Rq4lRgDa9T6eyIr95vXtRjSbKPpsX48mQT4u8Nh4iJemo07ZCe7XMNpMsPfvuzHjkAOE/s1600/carta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" h5="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTPWm7bUYFZDA48N4BA_zO04WXD0VO-cRBw1z2tB-rEu9Pc9HltLUTnDU77ts25xZwzDnqUq5Rq4lRgDa9T6eyIr95vXtRjSbKPpsX48mQT4u8Nh4iJemo07ZCe7XMNpMsPfvuzHjkAOE/s1600/carta.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">A saudade é a nossa alma dizendo para onde ela quer voltar.</span></strong></em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #3a3a3a; font-family: Georgia; font-size: 13pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><em><strong><span style="color: #cc0000;">Rubem Alves</span></strong></em></span></div>Glauciahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06337838532410852620noreply@blogger.com0