Cristina Santosnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Mon, 13 Apr 2026 03:55:46 -0300Blogger http://www.blogger.com106125http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/en-usnonoreply@blogger.com<link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2013/05/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Thu, 2 May 2013 23:23:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-159668139182138388</guid><description><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Por que quebrar meu coração em tantos pedaços ?</span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Não é suficiente me ver sofrer</span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Por não me deixa juntar os pedaços?</span></span><br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">É tão ruim assim me perder?</span></span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJDuiXvY0dQQSvPdnNYQ0_rghbHk9znt4X2WQQUkICAbSEbATNN9mMI62YagkPxQNf88jVHl9bWmML5GurhO0JbnyRz0yXe5AMNxT5Omdx_c2GKnbWFEbZnezsda3F7K7Vsqpoa001pmU/s1600/broken_pieces_by_glamorous_bitch-d4760s6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="425" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJDuiXvY0dQQSvPdnNYQ0_rghbHk9znt4X2WQQUkICAbSEbATNN9mMI62YagkPxQNf88jVHl9bWmML5GurhO0JbnyRz0yXe5AMNxT5Omdx_c2GKnbWFEbZnezsda3F7K7Vsqpoa001pmU/s640/broken_pieces_by_glamorous_bitch-d4760s6.jpg" width="640" /></a></span></span></div> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span> <h1 style="margin-top: -4px;"> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://sylviadalberg.deviantart.com/art/Broken-pieces-253902966">Broken pieces</a><span class="by">by</span> *<a class="u" href="http://sylviadalberg.deviantart.com/">SylviaDalberg</a></span></h1> <br /> <br /> <br /> <span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos </span></span></div> </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBJDuiXvY0dQQSvPdnNYQ0_rghbHk9znt4X2WQQUkICAbSEbATNN9mMI62YagkPxQNf88jVHl9bWmML5GurhO0JbnyRz0yXe5AMNxT5Omdx_c2GKnbWFEbZnezsda3F7K7Vsqpoa001pmU/s72-c/broken_pieces_by_glamorous_bitch-d4760s6.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2013/04/blog-post.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 23:22:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5100445109133977395</guid><description><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Ele olhou em seus olhos<br />Insinuou um beijo<br />Lentamente tirou sua blusa<br />Sentiu seu cheiro quando seus cabelos balançaram<br />Ela tremia de tesão<br />Ele pediu que ela se virasse<br />Então começou a beijar seus ombros<br />Puxou seus cabelos inclinando sua cabeça para trás<br />Ela gemeu<br />E isso mexeu com ele<br />&nbsp;</span><br /> <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBJFhfrkNRv9EXzAQak7uno3ZJ6MmO_D4YH2LMTxqQb30Be1kLvX21G78Id7AI8JKKbGZweVIWtXl9CKbl89_JhiK-PWLbPJuKkkLChdDyh9oD3gTzlXRfnuX4QsGqndDyNlhLXS-5xP7/s1600/_0-0-1-0-a-0-casal-ela-costas-fud-p-m%C3%A3o-puxa-cabelo-PB.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBJFhfrkNRv9EXzAQak7uno3ZJ6MmO_D4YH2LMTxqQb30Be1kLvX21G78Id7AI8JKKbGZweVIWtXl9CKbl89_JhiK-PWLbPJuKkkLChdDyh9oD3gTzlXRfnuX4QsGqndDyNlhLXS-5xP7/s320/_0-0-1-0-a-0-casal-ela-costas-fud-p-m%C3%A3o-puxa-cabelo-PB.jpg" width="313" /></a></div> <br /> <span style="font-family: &quot;Helvetica Neue&quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Cristina Santos </span></div> </description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVBJFhfrkNRv9EXzAQak7uno3ZJ6MmO_D4YH2LMTxqQb30Be1kLvX21G78Id7AI8JKKbGZweVIWtXl9CKbl89_JhiK-PWLbPJuKkkLChdDyh9oD3gTzlXRfnuX4QsGqndDyNlhLXS-5xP7/s72-c/_0-0-1-0-a-0-casal-ela-costas-fud-p-m%C3%A3o-puxa-cabelo-PB.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/06/this-full-moon-iluminating-my-window.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Jun 2010 19:31:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-4967353890139432082</guid><description><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></description><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">7</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/06/dancando-no-escuro-em-busca-do-sinal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Thu, 10 Jun 2010 20:07:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5225150566168643010</guid><description><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAn-YLCZSJdxemfa-xeHd0kRhuB-SGU031uD86yzPTqIqS1GwfBqLBfcby-3RVVcwdyGIdebCYZ7ApeRzJFvGkUpDzefyybpNs3mBmUpHKT-b1EYc7glK1mh08_9MtYUcsTr9Gc1s4e6j/s1600/bc8419448e690e5e49026d2507e60658.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAn-YLCZSJdxemfa-xeHd0kRhuB-SGU031uD86yzPTqIqS1GwfBqLBfcby-3RVVcwdyGIdebCYZ7ApeRzJFvGkUpDzefyybpNs3mBmUpHKT-b1EYc7glK1mh08_9MtYUcsTr9Gc1s4e6j/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMAn-YLCZSJdxemfa-xeHd0kRhuB-SGU031uD86yzPTqIqS1GwfBqLBfcby-3RVVcwdyGIdebCYZ7ApeRzJFvGkUpDzefyybpNs3mBmUpHKT-b1EYc7glK1mh08_9MtYUcsTr9Gc1s4e6j/s72-c/bc8419448e690e5e49026d2507e60658.JPG" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></item><item><title>Mahatma Gandhihttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/mahatma-gandhi.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 29 May 2010 12:26:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8334798405645603752<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RfsTWIJA1wBdsmfQABBDvGRj8LJZCIbTSUlJfVeoyj1SnN1tuPqMYYAm2UtBh1MWZ-lDMbzmHBfr-hn5lD2OyQ_vzC_kwQJ4pcjSHpxFYAAoKZOzudRLrryX2ZpJOITslFkHIyNvkPvQ/s1600/lilies_by_charlie_aux_fraises.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2RfsTWIJA1wBdsmfQABBDvGRj8LJZCIbTSUlJfVeoyj1SnN1tuPqMYYAm2UtBh1MWZ-lDMbzmHBfr-hn5lD2OyQ_vzC_kwQJ4pcjSHpxFYAAoKZOzudRLrryX2ZpJOITslFkHIyNvkPvQ/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>3William Shakespearehttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/william-shakespeare.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 25 May 2010 22:35:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-6254911665571944440<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKwdaWZblsHfzQohWlci8ElNIvQcztxs2rrfnjnjuoE5UmvBtqZjAyxItt9ylPT5gsYNcakVF9VVqjg8l3uUgS_IDEy3Rmu013VGCMMaOdWBtSFxJCu6XrvTVV0cF8zevlP9B0syrlHZh/s1600/jhk.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmKwdaWZblsHfzQohWlci8ElNIvQcztxs2rrfnjnjuoE5UmvBtqZjAyxItt9ylPT5gsYNcakVF9VVqjg8l3uUgS_IDEy3Rmu013VGCMMaOdWBtSFxJCu6XrvTVV0cF8zevlP9B0syrlHZh/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>3Mário Chiuntanohttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/mario-chiuntano.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 25 May 2010 22:19:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-742893563344218076<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJTz3ux-BOtdVAiomA_uscD9WbLTpzEmbBm-AM_ixs1ppP2JJ2jMVg1bXArknYFleNAtKFR4KhagR6nZf4fuk0pUzfYS0myiLkDtpw0uJMobNp0lMa6ranuojGWMGl0kRszeoTDoBvFGr/s1600/Broken_Memories_by_ieMoGirL.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCJTz3ux-BOtdVAiomA_uscD9WbLTpzEmbBm-AM_ixs1ppP2JJ2jMVg1bXArknYFleNAtKFR4KhagR6nZf4fuk0pUzfYS0myiLkDtpw0uJMobNp0lMa6ranuojGWMGl0kRszeoTDoBvFGr/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>0Por Amor, For Love, Pour L'amour, Per Amorehttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/por-amor-for-love-pour-lamour-per-amore.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 20 May 2010 08:29:00 -0300tag: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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA6-EGBwF1Wl19UsbXGEYDWOtlAP2Dnn7b5KI-zNLQPULZPvLQVDOEWbBx9g0cjN_z_IVzALCAKENjwpFBZBhIlS5BiH0Klz5YnTQJ358yAC5h0d7zgBvu9GIZYWVUNXTMExgXYj90qLC/s1600/P_S__I_love_you_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIA6-EGBwF1Wl19UsbXGEYDWOtlAP2Dnn7b5KI-zNLQPULZPvLQVDOEWbBx9g0cjN_z_IVzALCAKENjwpFBZBhIlS5BiH0Klz5YnTQJ358yAC5h0d7zgBvu9GIZYWVUNXTMExgXYj90qLC/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>0Don't Forget My Lovehttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/05/sobe-o-sol-no-horizonte-finas-linhas-de.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 13 May 2010 14:47:00 -0300tag: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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnYzTo_D8qntbjGt0BJOnWgMLiyra8sp1apMyuDHBjzQy50QHzzNX6uUJL5sx5sty7Pklc8Do_H5hcCxPYezvMrmjnDyUAW4I52G4X9BVNd0Wl7GdnAXd8F6WtUhzBffiSncjpWI007OO/s1600/With_Love_by_h23b.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXnYzTo_D8qntbjGt0BJOnWgMLiyra8sp1apMyuDHBjzQy50QHzzNX6uUJL5sx5sty7Pklc8Do_H5hcCxPYezvMrmjnDyUAW4I52G4X9BVNd0Wl7GdnAXd8F6WtUhzBffiSncjpWI007OO/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>1<link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/passei-anos-aqui-sentada-observar-vendo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Thu, 22 Apr 2010 07:47:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-7984794507764931747</guid><description><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPY2Af0xH1_kep0sk_4GZ1fxsQ8afoZz1RTbG3C8MdVStduSV8OsQJ6oAYmDdh4wnKF59rb1MnERGB1AHcqVJPIgWkdbXnBi4-gEQ6trVXddDFhB9diACahi-QhndemXi1EkX3DYJ67LYz/s1600/Screaming_agony_by_arthawk87.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPY2Af0xH1_kep0sk_4GZ1fxsQ8afoZz1RTbG3C8MdVStduSV8OsQJ6oAYmDdh4wnKF59rb1MnERGB1AHcqVJPIgWkdbXnBi4-gEQ6trVXddDFhB9diACahi-QhndemXi1EkX3DYJ67LYz/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPY2Af0xH1_kep0sk_4GZ1fxsQ8afoZz1RTbG3C8MdVStduSV8OsQJ6oAYmDdh4wnKF59rb1MnERGB1AHcqVJPIgWkdbXnBi4-gEQ6trVXddDFhB9diACahi-QhndemXi1EkX3DYJ67LYz/s72-c/Screaming_agony_by_arthawk87.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/gostaria-tanto-de-ter-voce-bem-aqui-ao.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Tue, 13 Apr 2010 12:08:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-5347580616309968706</guid><description><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXygswTt2Mso9ZgavwPGWdI124N3TuhCHOAzjabWp5yEC7H8A609vZkpMpscB8oIuXiyfdip0WZ1msnQnhVxz3xipO31gZj0SeU54iSn5DpG5yHOfpQyaHYNRFE3dRMisWuEEOPjqUIxJB/s1600/Kiss_me___by_Khomenko.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXygswTt2Mso9ZgavwPGWdI124N3TuhCHOAzjabWp5yEC7H8A609vZkpMpscB8oIuXiyfdip0WZ1msnQnhVxz3xipO31gZj0SeU54iSn5DpG5yHOfpQyaHYNRFE3dRMisWuEEOPjqUIxJB/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXygswTt2Mso9ZgavwPGWdI124N3TuhCHOAzjabWp5yEC7H8A609vZkpMpscB8oIuXiyfdip0WZ1msnQnhVxz3xipO31gZj0SeU54iSn5DpG5yHOfpQyaHYNRFE3dRMisWuEEOPjqUIxJB/s72-c/Kiss_me___by_Khomenko.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>I Had A Dreamhttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-had-dream.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 3 Apr 2010 14:43:00 -0300tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-9084210509526932428<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbCKixOIR2bkx4RVKUAsKSaVDlr_OBQt2bKrs3MoGZhzNaEKU3bBaTo6F6lNhTXBCAktj9XHJb4P-XOD3oQj2mm5Z8uKroHvZcYZXEmTvQOdxAW3XJrjdMH9yJzAXaCNlqi6NCsng-3o6/s1600/x_66a6771c_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="350" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUbCKixOIR2bkx4RVKUAsKSaVDlr_OBQt2bKrs3MoGZhzNaEKU3bBaTo6F6lNhTXBCAktj9XHJb4P-XOD3oQj2mm5Z8uKroHvZcYZXEmTvQOdxAW3XJrjdMH9yJzAXaCNlqi6NCsng-3o6/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>3<link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/cristina-santos_22.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Mon, 22 Mar 2010 08:34:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8408699061449531467</guid><description><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xVZCpPehKaYPKC_Jwq4v9bIRtRra04sYUi13QxecE8YUyGMauO8DEiPVaRcuumAWaRbqP0SaXM2TfUHdf0l5HG5imA_Bx06gekdSrgQfIliiYomZLcGH6lFUP3LKP9V83Ik4MwW1lqy7/s1600-h/Black+Heart.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="332" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xVZCpPehKaYPKC_Jwq4v9bIRtRra04sYUi13QxecE8YUyGMauO8DEiPVaRcuumAWaRbqP0SaXM2TfUHdf0l5HG5imA_Bx06gekdSrgQfIliiYomZLcGH6lFUP3LKP9V83Ik4MwW1lqy7/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3xVZCpPehKaYPKC_Jwq4v9bIRtRra04sYUi13QxecE8YUyGMauO8DEiPVaRcuumAWaRbqP0SaXM2TfUHdf0l5HG5imA_Bx06gekdSrgQfIliiYomZLcGH6lFUP3LKP9V83Ik4MwW1lqy7/s72-c/Black+Heart.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/cristina-santos.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Sun, 21 Mar 2010 13:13:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8100692406728291909</guid><description><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZDr2cU5-6EqxcIZFDCbIACvCt5n-ai8KvPabVkRIeAKdnkpMMIkRAlC5FjQr9Ih9ipqH4E1zyiC27C4UCnhtbhbDjc3OYToOeGb-sNbnIyDYNd7oG_qG5fbhgiYknZsDVqx2DZHdnc9x/s1600-h/FAGUS.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZDr2cU5-6EqxcIZFDCbIACvCt5n-ai8KvPabVkRIeAKdnkpMMIkRAlC5FjQr9Ih9ipqH4E1zyiC27C4UCnhtbhbDjc3OYToOeGb-sNbnIyDYNd7oG_qG5fbhgiYknZsDVqx2DZHdnc9x/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2ZDr2cU5-6EqxcIZFDCbIACvCt5n-ai8KvPabVkRIeAKdnkpMMIkRAlC5FjQr9Ih9ipqH4E1zyiC27C4UCnhtbhbDjc3OYToOeGb-sNbnIyDYNd7oG_qG5fbhgiYknZsDVqx2DZHdnc9x/s72-c/FAGUS.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-youre-my-obsession-i-love-you-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 09:23:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-7491258421784188279</guid><description><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkB5h6LvuvwUxjloxx6tbsQU6eDqKy9F6h4k55BR8mJ9XbGRg-yqr9n9hRoUQZotzZQqSUcaEC8GhkyDU89MP851HBYpEmJ0XGQLxcQbWR5tP1VOllIcA7O4jPCGW3B2Tqxx7ra2cAvF1/s1600-h/ANOREXIA_IV_by_Noasharvit.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkB5h6LvuvwUxjloxx6tbsQU6eDqKy9F6h4k55BR8mJ9XbGRg-yqr9n9hRoUQZotzZQqSUcaEC8GhkyDU89MP851HBYpEmJ0XGQLxcQbWR5tP1VOllIcA7O4jPCGW3B2Tqxx7ra2cAvF1/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvkB5h6LvuvwUxjloxx6tbsQU6eDqKy9F6h4k55BR8mJ9XbGRg-yqr9n9hRoUQZotzZQqSUcaEC8GhkyDU89MP851HBYpEmJ0XGQLxcQbWR5tP1VOllIcA7O4jPCGW3B2Tqxx7ra2cAvF1/s72-c/ANOREXIA_IV_by_Noasharvit.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-is-something-in-your-eyes-flowing.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Tue, 16 Mar 2010 09:02:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-3399081486428629272</guid><description><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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z-smVHdO9Ptd5Qp34dhd0UUcBcLikDr_VjH8QpDTdmOYnyHSnssQCwl81BFu5HC85tfKhqX-X1G5coIpFkaImGjEKW0jT9t28zM08pOTQ4ceMOqGLTSf2qW_GNxDkjQDISqZbWxOb9_9/s1600-h/linger-lj.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z-smVHdO9Ptd5Qp34dhd0UUcBcLikDr_VjH8QpDTdmOYnyHSnssQCwl81BFu5HC85tfKhqX-X1G5coIpFkaImGjEKW0jT9t28zM08pOTQ4ceMOqGLTSf2qW_GNxDkjQDISqZbWxOb9_9/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0z-smVHdO9Ptd5Qp34dhd0UUcBcLikDr_VjH8QpDTdmOYnyHSnssQCwl81BFu5HC85tfKhqX-X1G5coIpFkaImGjEKW0jT9t28zM08pOTQ4ceMOqGLTSf2qW_GNxDkjQDISqZbWxOb9_9/s72-c/linger-lj.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title/><link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/03/tranque-as-portas-nao-o-deixe-entrar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Wed, 3 Mar 2010 10:00:00 -0300</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-4867776128576464979</guid><description><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0z2f4Pgde49BYpUESA_OPbExnMlT_FXEozlP5RagLyPUYAyQRpSHHigvH3KTTPz-GPprH9VsFdPIHCVgxWwzsW73JAc8su49u0JhLile9EMRAt63oTnWGxdoRynL2Uzz8sJya3KhM9yc/s1600-h/Cold__by_zemotion.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0z2f4Pgde49BYpUESA_OPbExnMlT_FXEozlP5RagLyPUYAyQRpSHHigvH3KTTPz-GPprH9VsFdPIHCVgxWwzsW73JAc8su49u0JhLile9EMRAt63oTnWGxdoRynL2Uzz8sJya3KhM9yc/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH0z2f4Pgde49BYpUESA_OPbExnMlT_FXEozlP5RagLyPUYAyQRpSHHigvH3KTTPz-GPprH9VsFdPIHCVgxWwzsW73JAc8su49u0JhLile9EMRAt63oTnWGxdoRynL2Uzz8sJya3KhM9yc/s72-c/Cold__by_zemotion.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></item><item><title>My Blue Skyhttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-ceu-esta-tao-azul-agora-nuvens.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Tue, 16 Feb 2010 20:04:00 -0200tag: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>0Angels Cry Toohttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/02/angels-cry-too.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Fri, 12 Feb 2010 22:08:00 -0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-2330096682114624158<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6F3wJJffrFlpyx_XNdBOg5fqHi6F0P_jGcsTlNZolSbevM4ESAvA1S-zhsF_5uPnCwFF7BX6QkznZ5sT0WPnt8vFjfkrohpY_nM-_11DiWiKprGmwFOBzjBly9LcH6zyB8TSLNNYFScrz/s1600-h/Go___Go_angel____by_Fealasy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6F3wJJffrFlpyx_XNdBOg5fqHi6F0P_jGcsTlNZolSbevM4ESAvA1S-zhsF_5uPnCwFF7BX6QkznZ5sT0WPnt8vFjfkrohpY_nM-_11DiWiKprGmwFOBzjBly9LcH6zyB8TSLNNYFScrz/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 style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Imagem by Fealasy on deviantART</span></a>0Way To Feelhttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-to-feel.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 28 Jan 2010 14:24:00 -0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-996180008505928960<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jryaTaDeP0Ued91M2mVNyGXrAHYUkNILMW-frzROnIM2vgVAxSr-cOrbTeGa4CL_GEU5A4Xdajh1dfpUpXFJmou6pmIht1dKYz9lyHMjHsdD3ag0PbgrdZ7GEI4hlEPO_sP4x6tclqwk/s1600-h/Dream_about_falling_down_by_bucz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8jryaTaDeP0Ued91M2mVNyGXrAHYUkNILMW-frzROnIM2vgVAxSr-cOrbTeGa4CL_GEU5A4Xdajh1dfpUpXFJmou6pmIht1dKYz9lyHMjHsdD3ag0PbgrdZ7GEI4hlEPO_sP4x6tclqwk/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>1<link>http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/as-manhas-nos-trazem-alegria-de-um-novo.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)</author><pubDate>Wed, 20 Jan 2010 11:06:00 -0200</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-80311720720103015</guid><description><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOMddRzk_tUMAQMDNNnm06LzHSvdifahM1gPkBSsCa3LCB2FcQYyx_3-hOUdpZ5hczSdIAnoekm23N5er3NgG5pSGV167MK8FJGRy_y2K6VinqqVlA2op-N_PFZjNML0P1curP7kVq-5v/s1600-h/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOMddRzk_tUMAQMDNNnm06LzHSvdifahM1gPkBSsCa3LCB2FcQYyx_3-hOUdpZ5hczSdIAnoekm23N5er3NgG5pSGV167MK8FJGRy_y2K6VinqqVlA2op-N_PFZjNML0P1curP7kVq-5v/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></description><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoOMddRzk_tUMAQMDNNnm06LzHSvdifahM1gPkBSsCa3LCB2FcQYyx_3-hOUdpZ5hczSdIAnoekm23N5er3NgG5pSGV167MK8FJGRy_y2K6VinqqVlA2op-N_PFZjNML0P1curP7kVq-5v/s72-c/it__s_a_new_day_by_nerdynotdirty.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></item><item><title>Por Que Não Chorar?http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/por-que-nao-chorar.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 16 Jan 2010 14:35:00 -0200tag: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>2Feelingshttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2010/01/feelings.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Thu, 7 Jan 2010 22:24:00 -0200tag: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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhkbitZabbnFggRiYtgU76MlpIQFa5gj1YyHJX5jyKaGhPnKl7hHYR8hyrAmpJLAnlwPK0PEP3YxwU7rf8deoNCHtoWZMrvPZyZPMSWZ-DRxSQu37effRE_F-0j26jqmHA0QDvgBvbxPa/s1600-h/dream_on__by_indiae.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhkbitZabbnFggRiYtgU76MlpIQFa5gj1YyHJX5jyKaGhPnKl7hHYR8hyrAmpJLAnlwPK0PEP3YxwU7rf8deoNCHtoWZMrvPZyZPMSWZ-DRxSQu37effRE_F-0j26jqmHA0QDvgBvbxPa/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>5Fake Mirrorhttp://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2009/11/fake-mirror.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Wed, 4 Nov 2009 08:42:00 -0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-6507067064109170185<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoagnC3apwu9By1NhvS7yfhAuYezTo68nR1FuLxSBp8oaSA_88TB3B6JOQuR4NBbxXzonYFJlZ-h7BYQWOPg4zoNFZQZ_6RVrV_ySgNiXficSblEuMCtqJ3fm5y1cI4Hjf19EBjXz-Myr/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="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYoagnC3apwu9By1NhvS7yfhAuYezTo68nR1FuLxSBp8oaSA_88TB3B6JOQuR4NBbxXzonYFJlZ-h7BYQWOPg4zoNFZQZ_6RVrV_ySgNiXficSblEuMCtqJ3fm5y1cI4Hjf19EBjXz-Myr/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>7Who Cares?http://cris-cereja.blogspot.com/2009/10/who-cares.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Cristina Santos)Sat, 31 Oct 2009 07:52:00 -0200tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7800381515723010740.post-8808211698940986660<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInEutVkvzuUqZt_xGE7UUicdqzDD0OsPG1gFZ47lBzicfOpE99M8xcpHq6Ggw9PozNLS8EcTCM17F_1RgLMRCkSFm8Kup0Cxiw9ufYJc2gIzz5ym0NXW923Q2sRRNqqumoFPgRaC5Z1NT/s1600-h/Heal+by+%3DNaBHaN.png"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhInEutVkvzuUqZt_xGE7UUicdqzDD0OsPG1gFZ47lBzicfOpE99M8xcpHq6Ggw9PozNLS8EcTCM17F_1RgLMRCkSFm8Kup0Cxiw9ufYJc2gIzz5ym0NXW923Q2sRRNqqumoFPgRaC5Z1NT/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>1