Cristina Santoshttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/ennoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sun, 20 May 2012 05:20:27 PDTBlogger http://www.blogger.com104125noreply@blogger.comnohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/mmDFXC80bPM/this-full-moon-iluminating-my-window.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Mon, 14 Jun 2010 15:33:37 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-4967353890139432082<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"This full moon iluminating&nbsp;</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">My window and my Life.</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Beyond the line of horizon</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I found the answer, the light, the life...</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Why feelings so intense are so fragile ?</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Maybe I have to face the hard life</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And learn to be strong.</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I can't feel what you feel</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But your suferring make me to suffer</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">So much more.</span></div><div style="color: #e06666; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I need to see your smile again."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Esta lua cheia iluminado&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Minha janela e minha vida.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Além da linha do horizonte</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu encontro a resposta, a luz, a vida...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Talvez eu tenha que enfrentar a dura vida</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E aprender a ser forte.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu não posso sentir o que você sente</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas o seu sofrimento me faz sofrer</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Muito mais.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu preciso ver você sorrir novamente.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-4967353890139432082?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/mmDFXC80bPM" height="1" width="1"/>7http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-full-moon-iluminating-my-window.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/ruly-8QbTB4/dancando-no-escuro-em-busca-do-sinal.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 10 Jun 2010 16:07:41 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5225150566168643010<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/TBFwLar2CfI/AAAAAAAAC6g/Ne4_jGgjFd0/s1600/bc8419448e690e5e49026d2507e60658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/TBFwLar2CfI/AAAAAAAAC6g/Ne4_jGgjFd0/s320/bc8419448e690e5e49026d2507e60658.JPG" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"Dançando no escuro</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Em busca do sinal perfeito</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tentando achar a si mesma"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ela se feriu com o próprio orgulho</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdeu sua dignidade</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdeu sua doce inocência</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdeu o própiro perdão</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdeu a alegria de viver</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perdeu por fim sua esperança</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Você não tem mais nada...</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Onde está tudo o que você perdeu ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sua dignidade na vida ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sua inocência de criança ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Seu perdão por si e pelos outros ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sua alegria para viver ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sua esperança em si e no mundo ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Está tudo guardado bem no fundo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">É só você procurar, no fundo de sua alma,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lá está tudo o que você perdeu</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Basta você querer encontrar...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">O importante é buscar quem você é</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sem perder o que você já tem.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b style="color: #ea9999;">Cristina Santos</b></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-5225150566168643010?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/ruly-8QbTB4" height="1" width="1"/>3http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/06/dancando-no-escuro-em-busca-do-sinal.htmlMahatma Gandhihttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/iVwivPaGkC8/mahatma-gandhi.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 29 May 2010 08:26:20 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8334798405645603752<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/TAEyELD7oiI/AAAAAAAAC34/2JDTclTrgzU/s1600/lilies_by_charlie_aux_fraises.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/TAEyELD7oiI/AAAAAAAAC34/2JDTclTrgzU/s320/lilies_by_charlie_aux_fraises.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Se...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Se eu pudesse deixar algum presente a você,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">deixaria acesso ao sentimento de amar a vida dos seres humanos.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A consciência de aprender tudo o que foi ensinado pelo tempo afora...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lembraria os erros que foram cometidos para que não mais se repetissem.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">A capacidade de escolher novos rumos.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Deixaria para você, se pudesse, o respeito àquilo que é indispensável:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Além do pão, o trabalho.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Além do trabalho, a ação.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E, quando tudo mais faltasse, um segredo:</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">O de buscar no interior de si mesmo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">a resposta e a força para encontrar a saída."</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-8334798405645603752?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=iVwivPaGkC8:U2MJcf0J_XY:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/iVwivPaGkC8" height="1" width="1"/>3http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/mahatma-gandhi.htmlWilliam Shakespearehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/emmnn_skuf8/william-shakespeare.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 25 May 2010 18:35:26 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-6254911665571944440<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_x60fREQYI/AAAAAAAAC3g/QNb9UwxYJEA/s1600/jhk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_x60fREQYI/AAAAAAAAC3g/QNb9UwxYJEA/s320/jhk.JPG" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Assim que se olharam, amaram-se;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">assim que se amaram, suspiraram;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">assim que suspiraram, perguntaram-se</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">um ao outro o motivo;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">assim que descobriram o motivo,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">procuraram logo o remédio.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-6254911665571944440?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=emmnn_skuf8:60CSX0iLcXA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/emmnn_skuf8" height="1" width="1"/>3http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/william-shakespeare.htmlMário Chiuntanohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/i76G5aT6gLo/mario-chiuntano.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 25 May 2010 18:19:22 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-742893563344218076<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_x2ybD5LUI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DGpeUIlKdAY/s1600/Broken_Memories_by_ieMoGirL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_x2ybD5LUI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/DGpeUIlKdAY/s320/Broken_Memories_by_ieMoGirL.jpg" width="214" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nós vivemos num mundo de espelhos,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">mas os espelhos roubam a nossa imagem...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quando eles se partirem numa infinidade de estilhas,</span></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">seremos apenas pó, tapetando a paisagem...</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Imagem por <a href="http://iemogirl.deviantart.com/">ieMoGirl</a> on deviantART</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos </span></span><br /><br /><a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-742893563344218076?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=i76G5aT6gLo:Z2jhn2hK5YU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/i76G5aT6gLo" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/mario-chiuntano.htmlPor Amor, For Love, Pour L'amour, Per Amorehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/s-K1u5mVJJ0/por-amor-for-love-pour-lamour-per-amore.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 20 May 2010 04:29:37 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8118774094130144356<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_UcltiSO-I/AAAAAAAAC3A/ichC4F2SPGg/s1600/P_S__I_love_you_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S_UcltiSO-I/AAAAAAAAC3A/ichC4F2SPGg/s320/P_S__I_love_you_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por Amor...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Joguei a toalha na mesa</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Me rendi</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Me deixei conquistar.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por amor...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Enfrentei barreiras</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pulei muros de inveja</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nadei rios de destruição.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por Amor...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pedi desculpas</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Implorei perdão</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por Amor..</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Arrisquei a vida</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Morri algumas vezes</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Esperei paciente </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tentei sempre recomeçar</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tive esperança...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por Amor</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Disse Te Amo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E nunca mais vou fracassar...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">"For Love We Risk, For Love We Die, For Love We Hope, For Love We Try"</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Imagem P.S. I love you by =iNeedChemicalX</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-8118774094130144356?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=s-K1u5mVJJ0:39kI59EXLuo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/s-K1u5mVJJ0" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-amor-for-love-pour-lamour-per-amore.htmlDon't Forget My Lovehttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/2hn3kPK2BOQ/sobe-o-sol-no-horizonte-finas-linhas-de.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 13 May 2010 10:55:58 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-2685526453921839428<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S-w7AF-o8dI/AAAAAAAAC2A/pvtYd9DfGXI/s1600/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S-w7AF-o8dI/AAAAAAAAC2A/pvtYd9DfGXI/s320/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sobe o Sol no horizonte</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Finas linhas de felicidade</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Parei um instante de pensar em você</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas, Oh...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Não pense que eu o esqueci</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nunca, </span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Isso jamais o farei.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tenho um lugar para você</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dentro do meu coração e minha mente.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Às vezes me distraio,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Saio do meu caminho</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perco a cabeça e até fujo.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas não, não o esqueço</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Talvez, assim, um dia,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Coloque um lembrete</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pindurado na frente do espelho</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lembrando-me sempre de me lembrar de você...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo by <a href="http://h23b.deviantart.com/">h23b</a> on deviantART</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-2685526453921839428?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=2hn3kPK2BOQ:-6M50H1qjsk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/2hn3kPK2BOQ" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobe-o-sol-no-horizonte-finas-linhas-de.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/FkxM8LaJ0Eg/passei-anos-aqui-sentada-observar-vendo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 22 Apr 2010 03:47:50 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-7984794507764931747<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S9Ao_vPMCsI/AAAAAAAAC0A/SC805z3D_CU/s1600/Screaming_agony_by_arthawk87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S9Ao_vPMCsI/AAAAAAAAC0A/SC805z3D_CU/s400/Screaming_agony_by_arthawk87.jpg" width="281" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Passei anos aqui</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sentada a observar</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Vendo quem vinha e quem ia</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quem ficava ou quem partia</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Triste ilusão que sentia</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Uma agonia tão infinita</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ah, como estava perdida...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Não sentia o chão sob meus pés</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E não podia olhar o céu acima de mim</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fiquei aqui</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Assim,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Apenas</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Escondida.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Passei anos aqui...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dentro deste teu coração,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Senti e morri</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Vivi e reaprendi</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Que as coisas mudam</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Que o mundo muda as coisas</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas por dentro,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nunca mudamos.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Agora deixo-te ir</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Viver a vida que tanto me lamentou</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Viver a vida que sempre sonhou...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Largo-te aqui</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Livre para Viver</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Doce, livre amor</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Serei sempre tua</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Estarei sempre aqui</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quando precisar chorar&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E gritar,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E se desesperar...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Estarei aqui,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Dentro de você.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sua doce Agonia...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Photo <a href="http://arthawk87.deviantart.com/art/Screaming-agony-137517468">Screaming agony</a> by *arthawk87 on deviantART</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-7984794507764931747?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/FkxM8LaJ0Eg" height="1" width="1"/>4http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/passei-anos-aqui-sentada-observar-vendo.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/c5QjtluuiVA/gostaria-tanto-de-ter-voce-bem-aqui-ao.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 13 Apr 2010 08:09:13 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5347580616309968706<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S8SItFYbPuI/AAAAAAAACy4/PZashOUOI1E/s1600/Kiss_me___by_Khomenko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S8SItFYbPuI/AAAAAAAACy4/PZashOUOI1E/s320/Kiss_me___by_Khomenko.jpg" width="320" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Gostaria tanto de ter você bem aqui ao meu lado</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Seus dedos entrelaçados em meus cabelos</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Seus lábios doces em minha boca.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Deixar morrer aquele beijo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Deixar queimar esse desejo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Neste momento tão singelo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quebro janelas e derrubo portas</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> Apenas pra chegar aonde você está</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Ver seu rosto feliz</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Teu sorriso bobo ao me ver</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tua boca linda ao pronunciar<br />Eu te amo</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E dizer no teu ouvido</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu te amo mais !</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Para o amor da minha vida <b><span style="color: red;">Mauricio</span></b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://khomenko.deviantart.com/art/Kiss-me-144386086">Imagem por ~Khomenko on deviantART</a><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="color: orange;">Cristina Santos</span></b> <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-5347580616309968706?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/c5QjtluuiVA" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/gostaria-tanto-de-ter-voce-bem-aqui-ao.htmlI Had A Dreamhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/MjcbtBessN4/i-had-dream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 03 Apr 2010 10:43:54 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-9084210509526932428<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S7d-HjpJVhI/AAAAAAAACxI/UonAa7qYcrs/s1600/x_66a6771c_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S7d-HjpJVhI/AAAAAAAACxI/UonAa7qYcrs/s400/x_66a6771c_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Era tudo tão diferente</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tão belo e triste.</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sabe aquela tristeza que se sente,</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quando se está em um lugar lindo a qual não te pertence ?</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tudo eram flores</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nuvens tão brancas em um céu tão azul</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu tive um sonho...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Um sonho branco e pálido...</span></div><br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos </span><a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-9084210509526932428?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=MjcbtBessN4:16QQfQwxkSU:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/MjcbtBessN4" height="1" width="1"/>3http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/OM_qgNjImDA/cristina-santos_22.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Mon, 22 Mar 2010 04:34:13 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8408699061449531467<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S6dVguY5fAI/AAAAAAAACwo/IbIoYAGshrY/s1600-h/Black+Heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S6dVguY5fAI/AAAAAAAACwo/IbIoYAGshrY/s400/Black+Heart.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a><span style="color: purple; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos</span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-8408699061449531467?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/OM_qgNjImDA" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/cristina-santos_22.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/PyAiqMO18cU/cristina-santos.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sun, 21 Mar 2010 09:13:23 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8100692406728291909<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S6ZFciPzUrI/AAAAAAAACwg/KVIVu5hN7fQ/s1600-h/FAGUS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S6ZFciPzUrI/AAAAAAAACwg/KVIVu5hN7fQ/s400/FAGUS.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a><span style="color: #ea9999; font-size: x-small;"><b><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="color: #f6b26b;">Cristina Santos</span> </span></b></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-8100692406728291909?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/PyAiqMO18cU" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/cristina-santos.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/dVfb_wWRRzY/and-youre-my-obsession-i-love-you-to.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 16 Mar 2010 05:23:01 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-7491258421784188279<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S593wtbYq2I/AAAAAAAACvQ/vikbbobuRgw/s1600-h/ANOREXIA_IV_by_Noasharvit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S593wtbYq2I/AAAAAAAACvQ/vikbbobuRgw/s400/ANOREXIA_IV_by_Noasharvit.jpg" width="300" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And you're my obsession</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">I love you to the bones</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And Ana wrecks your life</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Like an Anorexia life</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><b>Silverchair - Ana's Song</b></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.blogger.com/goog_1268741744873"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://noasharvit.deviantart.com/">Imagem Noasharvit on devinatART</a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-7491258421784188279?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/dVfb_wWRRzY" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-youre-my-obsession-i-love-you-to.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/zq4TLtWsBuI/there-is-something-in-your-eyes-flowing.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 16 Mar 2010 05:02:52 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-3399081486428629272<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S59xLEJAppI/AAAAAAAACvA/9a0D2wfPUsg/s1600-h/linger-lj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S59xLEJAppI/AAAAAAAACvA/9a0D2wfPUsg/s400/linger-lj.jpg" width="396" /></a></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There is something in your eyes<br />Flowing them over<br />Stealing all the harmony which lives in me<br />Your hands are covering my tears, oh, why<br />There's a sort of inner dance<br />Trying to seduce me<br />Feeling this anomaly which takes me<br />Your touch, you're here, your heart</span> </div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></div><div style="color: #ea9999; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lacuna Coil - Aeon</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-3399081486428629272?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/zq4TLtWsBuI" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-something-in-your-eyes-flowing.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/qVo75wa25Gc/tranque-as-portas-nao-o-deixe-entrar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:00:01 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-4867776128576464979<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S45dN8xZRNI/AAAAAAAACug/Mr86ui1X8zw/s1600-h/Cold__by_zemotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S45dN8xZRNI/AAAAAAAACug/Mr86ui1X8zw/s320/Cold__by_zemotion.jpg" /></a>Tranque as portas</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Não o deixe entrar</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Perceba o quanto é bom aqui sem ele<br />Feche as janelas<br />Feche as cortinas<br />Se esconda...<br />É melhor aqui dentro do que lá fora<br />Tranque as portas<br />Não deixe o frio entrar...<br />&nbsp; &nbsp; <br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">It's a Funny Day&nbsp; =)</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-4867776128576464979?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/qVo75wa25Gc" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/tranque-as-portas-nao-o-deixe-entrar.htmlMy Blue Skyhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/aXikLViIMlw/o-ceu-esta-tao-azul-agora-nuvens.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 16 Feb 2010 16:24:52 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5224782269551883580<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">O Céu está tão azul agora</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nuvens brancas vão e vem</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">O Sol deixa sua cor nas nuvens</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Um tom de Laranja</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Um pouco de Rosa</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Um Azul bem leve</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Então ele escurece</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos <a href="http://s311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/?action=view&amp;current=cat_blink.gif" target="_blank"><img alt="Cat" border="0" src="http://i311.photobucket.com/albums/kk455/criscereja/cat_blink.gif" /></a></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' 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src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/aXikLViIMlw" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-ceu-esta-tao-azul-agora-nuvens.htmlAngels Cry Toohttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/Fpun92QGWaA/angels-cry-too.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Fri, 12 Feb 2010 16:08:59 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-2330096682114624158<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S3XtCDLyxTI/AAAAAAAACm4/9yphPb5aru8/s1600-h/Go___Go_angel____by_Fealasy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S3XtCDLyxTI/AAAAAAAACm4/9yphPb5aru8/s320/Go___Go_angel____by_Fealasy.jpg" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Don't You Loose Your Faith</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">There's A New Day Coming</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes Angels Cry</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And Sometimes The Tears Wash Our Souls</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes We Loose The Power</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">And There's No Time To Come Back</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">But Remenber</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sometimes The Angels Cry Too...</span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos</span></div><a href="http://fealasy.deviantart.com/"><span 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href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=Fpun92QGWaA:mQUIRcV9UVg:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=Fpun92QGWaA:mQUIRcV9UVg:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/Fpun92QGWaA" height="1" width="1"/>0http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/02/angels-cry-too.htmlWay To Feelhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/8l7v3eIBC1k/way-to-feel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 28 Jan 2010 08:24:15 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-996180008505928960<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S2G6B_0aNZI/AAAAAAAAClc/Yy-3R57KilA/s1600-h/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S2G6B_0aNZI/AAAAAAAAClc/Yy-3R57KilA/s320/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu posso sentir suas mãos me puxando para baixo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Posso sentir o seu peso em meus ombros</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu tento me erguer</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas é algo que não posso controlar</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Este buraco</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Este inferno abaixo de meus pés</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Posso sentir o fogo me queimando</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Me consumindo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Será que não posso me sentir assim?</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sentir-se caindo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sem fim</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Com o chão se abrindo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E te consumindo por inteiro</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu me senti...</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E assim fui me deixando levar</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Afundando cada vez mais</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Queimando cada parte mais</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Buracos se abrem</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Em todas as partes</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E em todos os lugares</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Somos sempre no fim</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Consumidos</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Engolidos por nossos medos</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Nossas escolhas</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Eu senti...&nbsp;</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E fui consumida</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Afundei e me perdi</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Talvez eu volte</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Resurja do fim</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Volte a sonhar e a acreditar</span><br /></div><span style="color: red; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">TALVEZ EU ACORDE...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://bucz.deviantart.com/">Imagem by bucz on deviantART </a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-996180008505928960?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=8l7v3eIBC1k:9qUcibSagqk:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/8l7v3eIBC1k" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-to-feel.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/MV_4kd55q88/as-manhas-nos-trazem-alegria-de-um-novo.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Wed, 20 Jan 2010 05:06:17 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-80311720720103015<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S1b_go5JGVI/AAAAAAAACk8/7l5gdKrppKs/s1600-h/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S1b_go5JGVI/AAAAAAAACk8/7l5gdKrppKs/s320/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">As manhãs nos trazem a alegria de um novo dia</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Olho o céu azul e desejo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Desejo viver a vida sem medo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Curtir cada momento</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Esquecer os problemas e seguir em frente</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chega a noite e então agradeço</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Por mais um dia feliz</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mais um dia sem medo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Fecho os olhos e sonho</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sonhos de um amanhã melhor que hoje...</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos</span></span><br /><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><a href="http://nerdynotdirty.deviantart.com/">Imagem by nerdynotdirty on deviantART </a><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-80311720720103015?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/MV_4kd55q88" height="1" width="1"/>2http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-manhas-nos-trazem-alegria-de-um-novo.htmlPor Que Não Chorar?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/FycBXAdPCGY/por-que-nao-chorar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 16 Jan 2010 08:55:47 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-1399370065391001021<div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Há quem diga que somente os fracos choram</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quem é forte de verdade não demonstra tal fraqueza</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Pode até ser verdade</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Mas quem chora alivia</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sente-se mais leve</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E faz com que a dor vá embora aos poucos</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Quem guarda pra si mesmo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Sente o gosto amargo</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Lembra sempre do passado</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E faz com que a dor sempre volte.</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chorar não é fraqueza</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E não chorar não te faz mais forte.</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Chorar é lavar a alma</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Esquecer os erros, os medos e as perdas</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">E se fortalecer para a próxima queda.</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">IF YOU CRY I CAN BE YOUR TEAR...<br /></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br /></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-1399370065391001021?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=FycBXAdPCGY:z1OtyeVrO7M:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img 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2010 16:24:06 PSTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5413830660913583997<span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S0Z62JEr24I/AAAAAAAAChM/bntXSTOoqxM/s1600-h/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/S0Z62JEr24I/AAAAAAAAChM/bntXSTOoqxM/s320/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg" /></a><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Tenho sentimentos<br />Que às vezes me traem.<br />Sentimentos que me fazem chorar<br />Sentimentos que me fazem sorrir<br />Sentimentos que me fazem querer gritar.<br />Perdida no meio de tantos sentimentos,<br />Me sinto sufocada<br />Me sinto enclausurada.<br />Quero correr para longe e<br />Pular num abismo<br />Sentir o vento bater em meu rosto<br />E ao cair no chão<br />Esquecerei todos esses sentimentos.<br />&nbsp;</span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;">Cristina Santos<br /><a href="http://indiae.deviantart.com/">Imagem by indiae on deviantART</a><br /></span><br /></div><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><br />Don't Feel HATE<br />Don't Feel PAIN<br />Feel My Hands<br />On Your Neck.<br /></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-5413830660913583997?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=bp-sAN03sOw:0-zBaCgwO7A:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=bp-sAN03sOw:0-zBaCgwO7A:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/SvFeE4sVsiI/AAAAAAAACYM/8qVXmLwbq_s/s1600-h/the_girl_in_the_mirror__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/SvFeE4sVsiI/AAAAAAAACYM/8qVXmLwbq_s/s400/the_girl_in_the_mirror__by_Pretty_As_A_Picture.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400200866224779810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Até quando terei você em meus calcanhares?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Até quando você vai imitar tudo o que eu faço?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estou cansada de você</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sempre a sombra de meus reflexos</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sempre a espera de uma nova ideia</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Este reflexo distorcido no espelho</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Essa imagem rasurada de mim mesmo</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">O que é você ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Uma versão de mim ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Algo que eu queria ser ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Ou um pedaço de mim que eu quero esquecer ?</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Estou tão cansada de você ...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cristina Santos</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://pretty-as-a-picture.deviantart.com/">Imagem by Pretty-As-A-Picture on deviantART</a><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-6507067064109170185?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=PbjmQODdMCk:huPsTHkNsKo:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/PbjmQODdMCk" height="1" width="1"/>7http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2009/11/fake-mirror.htmlWho Cares?http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/V-Mqrfjuqy0/who-cares.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 31 Oct 2009 03:00:27 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8808211698940986660<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/SuwKa6sLWWI/AAAAAAAACXM/Rthy8RaU2Hg/s1600-h/Heal+by+%3DNaBHaN.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/SuwKa6sLWWI/AAAAAAAACXM/Rthy8RaU2Hg/s400/Heal+by+%3DNaBHaN.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398701510857808226" border="0" /></a><br />Quem se importa com o sofrimento do outro?<br />Quem se importa com o machucado interno?<br />O coração partido já não bate mais<br />A dor intensa se foi pra não voltar<br />Quem se importa se ela já não está mais aqui?<br />Quem se importa se sua vida não tem sentido?<br />Curar as feridas nunca foi fácil<br />Algumas delas talvez nunca sarem<br />Quem se importa?<br />Quem um dia se importará?<br /><br />Cristina Santos<br /><a href="http://nabhan.deviantart.com/">Imagem by NaBHaN's on deviantART</a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-8808211698940986660?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=7Q72WNTAKBA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:V_sGLiPBpWU"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=V-Mqrfjuqy0:LshSg0Eq5eA:V_sGLiPBpWU" border="0"></img></a> </div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/V-Mqrfjuqy0" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-cares.htmlhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/BntdfGSVqJQ/ideias-surgem-ideais-somem-nao-sei-mais.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 24 Oct 2009 06:18:54 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-766997320757041244Ideias Surgem<br />Ideais Somem<br />Não sei mais o que dizer<br />Não sei mais se posso fazer<br />Continuar a escrever<br />Continuar a viver<br />MInhas mãos tremem<br />E minha cabeça dói...<br />Estou esperando os pensamentos sumirem<br />As palavras surgirem<br />E as ideias fluirem...<br /><br />Cristina Santos<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-766997320757041244?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~4/BntdfGSVqJQ" height="1" width="1"/>1http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2009/10/ideias-surgem-ideais-somem-nao-sei-mais.htmlRecomeçar Com Vocêhttp://feedproxy.google.com/~r/CristinaSantos/~3/PYTnpJQL1n4/recomecar-com-voce.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sun, 04 Oct 2009 21:42:20 PDTtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5760856838869740023<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/Ssl5CJOAjpI/AAAAAAAACUM/xcBpZGXKUPc/s1600-h/lovers_by_ramo138.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 239px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dLn-IwmekXY/Ssl5CJOAjpI/AAAAAAAACUM/xcBpZGXKUPc/s400/lovers_by_ramo138.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388971506866884242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sei que tudo na vida não acontece por acaso</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sei que meus erros não tem perdão</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Mas sei ainda mais que eu posso mudar</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se eu quiser mudar</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Se fizer disso minha meta de vida</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">"Ser uma pessoa melhor"</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Viver para os outros</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Fazer os outros felizes</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Sei que tudo o que passei não foi por acaso</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">O destino não seria tão cruel por brincadeira</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">E sei que um dia posso recomeçar</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Recomeçar com você...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Cristina Santos</span><br /><a style="font-family: verdana;" href="http://ramo138.deviantart.com/">Imagem ramo138 on deviantART</a></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7800381515723010740-5760856838869740023?l=cris-cereja.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div><div class="feedflare"> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PYTnpJQL1n4:h4FKIVB0OfQ:yIl2AUoC8zA"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?d=yIl2AUoC8zA" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PYTnpJQL1n4:h4FKIVB0OfQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo"><img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?i=PYTnpJQL1n4:h4FKIVB0OfQ:F7zBnMyn0Lo" border="0"></img></a> <a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~ff/CristinaSantos?a=PYTnpJQL1n4:h4FKIVB0OfQ:7Q72WNTAKBA"><img 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