<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093</id><updated>2024-11-06T00:06:43.085-03:00</updated><category term="Vídeos"/><category term="Maquiagem Artística"/><category term="Clarissa Corrêa"/><category term="Esmaltes"/><category term="Unhas"/><category term="Fernando Pessoa"/><category term="Nail Art"/><category term="A dor continua..."/><category term="Adesivo"/><category term="Admito"/><category term="Apaixonei"/><category term="Arnaldo Jabor"/><category term="Artur da Távola"/><category term="Casa Léa Cosméticos"/><category term="Clarice Lispector"/><category term="Color Trend"/><category term="Comecei minha faxina"/><category term="Confiar"/><category term="Cozinha"/><category term="Craquelado"/><category term="Decoração"/><category term="Dia das Mães"/><category term="Divulgação de Sorteio"/><category term="Dolce Vita"/><category term="Encontro"/><category term="Então confie em mim"/><category term="Felicidade"/><category term="Fimo"/><category term="Gosto de coisas simples"/><category term="Julia Baseggio"/><category term="Loucuras"/><category term="Meu jeito"/><category term="Nail Foil"/><category term="Namorado"/><category term="Páscoa"/><category term="Se tornou"/><category term="Ser Feliz"/><category term="Sexta-Feira Santa"/><category term="Solitária"/><category term="Tiago Dutra"/><category term="Verdades"/><category term="Vídeo - Presente de Casamento - Banda Fascinio"/><category term="a culpa foi minha Thiara Macedo"/><category term="amor."/><category term="decepções"/><category term="e  o que era possível virou descartável"/><category term="fria"/><category term="maoas"/><category term="triste"/><category term="tristeza"/><title type="text">Laura Jamile</title><subtitle type="html">Eu sou tudo aquilo que eu quero ser quando crescer, um eterno parêntese em aberto, enquanto minha eternidade durar... Provoco nas pessoas seus instintos mais primitivos. Eu não sou dificil de ler. Só não se perca ao entrar no meu infinito particular.</subtitle><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default?redirect=false" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>93</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><xhtml:meta content="noindex" name="robots" xmlns:xhtml="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"/><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-8205191735859381392</id><published>2012-09-30T19:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T19:04:12.811-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fernando Pessoa"/><title type="text">Encerrando ciclos</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Encerrando ciclos.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Não por causa do orgulho, por incapacidade, ou por soberba, mas porque simplesmente aquilo já não se encaixa mais na sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Feche a porta, mude o disco, limpe a casa, sacuda a poeira. Deixe de ser quem era, e se transforme em quem é.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Torna-te uma pessoa melhor e assegura-te de que sabes bem quem és tu próprio, antes de conheceres alguém e de esperares que ele veja quem tu és...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;E lembra-te: &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"&lt;b&gt;Tudo o que chega, chega sempre por alguma razão&lt;/b&gt;."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Já
percebeu que hoje em dia falar o que pensa é crime? É claro que ninguém vai
sair por aí metralhando verdades doa a quem doa, sem a menor sensibilidade.
Isso é feio, indelicado, grosseiro e desumano. Mas se você diz o que pensa, faz
um comentário ou emite uma opinião logo é crucificado. Eu sei, eu sei que tem
muita gente que não entende uma opinião ou pensamento. Ou porque a inteligência
não consegue alcançar ou porque faltou as aulinhas de interpretação de texto ou
porque simplesmente não está de bem com a vida.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Respeito
é bom, conserva os dentes e todo mundo gosta. É ou não é verdade? Acho que você
tem todo o direito de não gostar de mim. Ou de gostar de mim. De concordar com
minhas linhas tortas. Ou não concordar com uma letrinha que coloco aqui. Mas,
assim como eu devo respeitar você, você deve me respeitar. É mais bonito. É
mais legal. É mais educado.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;O
mundo precisa de educação, saúde, segurança, boa vontade, delicadeza no agir e
no pensar. Mas acho que tudo começa pela educação. Ceder o lugar para uma
pessoa mais velha, uma gestante ou uma mulher com criança no colo. Sorrir e dar
bom dia para o porteiro do prédio, para o caixa do supermercado, para o vizinho
de porta. Agradecer, reconhecer, entender o que o outro tentou explicar. Ser
atento. Se colocar no lugar do outro. Parece bobo, parece historinha pra boi
dormir, mas é verdade. Já experimentou? A vida fica mais leve, com mais cor. A
gente se sente melhor dentro da própria roupa, do corpo, do mundo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Procuro
não fazer mal para ninguém. Vivo a minha vida. Se tenho um problema com alguém,
chamo em um canto, falo na cara. E se não sei falar (é que nem sempre sei
falar), escrevo. Inúmeras vezes escrevi cartas para pessoas próximas dizendo o
que queria dizer. É que não conseguia falar. As letras saem melhor, elas dançam
sem vergonha alguma. Já eu nem sempre consigo fazer a voz sair. Não gosto de
joguinho, rodeio, gosto de ir direto ao ponto, apesar de falar, falar, falar.
Indiretas não são legais, não são pra mim. Tem gente que acha que dou indireta.
Normalmente é quem não me conhece. Quem me conhece sabe que sou bem irônica e a
ironia muitas vezes se confunde com outras coisas. Mas não os culpo. Ninguém
tem a obrigação de me conhecer, mesmo porque me mostro para poucos. Mas quem
olha no meu olho instantaneamente me vê. Sou transparente. É exatamente por
isso que detesto gente que mete os pés pelas mãos, tem mania de perseguição e
acha que o mundo gira ao redor do próprio umbigo.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Sempre
tive a seguinte filosofia: as pessoas vão até onde a gente deixa. Sou eu que
coloco os limites. É você que diz até onde a outra pessoa pode ir. Ninguém pode
forçar a barra ou uma situação. Ninguém pode forçar amizade, cumplicidade ou
intimidade. As coisas precisam ser naturais, simples, saudáveis, afinal, todo
mundo está aqui para ser feliz, para conquistar todo dia alguma serenidade. É
ou não é?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Percebo
que hoje em dia tudo anda meio sem limites. Um se mete na vida do outro, o
outro se mete na vida do um. Assim, sem a menor cerimônia, sem pedir licença. E
não gosto. Sabe por quê? Sou reservada. Quem me vê por aí dizendo nas redes
sociais hoje-comi-risoto-de-aspargos ou essa-é-a-Junoca ou estou-de-férias ou
estou-na-Jamaica ou olha-que-linda-minha-sapatilha ou qualquer outra coisa não
me conhece. Isso não é me conhecer. Para você ter uma ideia, não é todo mundo
que convido para ir na minha casa. Acredito naquele lance de energia. Gosto que
sente no meu sofá quem tem energia boa. Gosto que conheça minha intimidade quem
eu quero.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Apesar
de escrever tanto e sobre as coisas de dentro, me revelo para poucos. E acho,
de verdade, que a internet dá margem para as pessoas acharem que conhecem as
outras. Só pelo que falam. Só pelo que tuitam. Ninguém se dá conta que o
"conhecer" é olho no olho, é tom de voz, é muito mais do que um bando
de palavras perambulando por aí. Mesmo porque na internet todo mundo é lindo e
feliz. Ou é chato e reclamão. Essas duas categorias são as que mais se
destacam: o que reclama de tudo ou o que diz que tudo é lindo e maravilhoso.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Quem
me conhece sabe exatamente como sou. E não tenho, mesmo, que me explicar para
ninguém. Mesmo porque as pessoas juram que nos conhecem. Acham que podem sair
palpitando a torto e a direito na nossa vida, nas nossas coisas.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;Insisto
no seguinte: todo mundo tem que ter noção. De espaço. Aqui termina o meu, ali
começa o seu. Não sou seca, pelo contrário. Só não gosto - e nunca gostei - de
invasão, você gosta? A gente não consegue nada forçando as coisas. Ninguém vai
gostar de mim se eu forçar uma situação. Mas você vai gostar (ou não) de mim se
eu for natural, verdadeira, honesta. Se eu for exatamente como a vida é:
simples.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; text-align: right;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: black; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma mulher não precisa necessariamente de um homem para ser feliz.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Mas ela precisa de amor para ser completa. Tem gente que vive bem cercado de bichos. Tem gente que vive bem cercado de livros. Tem gente que vive bem cercado de sapatos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/8873342776735967762/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/09/eu-vivo-bem-cercada-de-amor.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/8873342776735967762" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/8873342776735967762" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/09/eu-vivo-bem-cercada-de-amor.html" rel="alternate" title="Eu vivo bem cercada de amor." type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhGrCSDVxbY6YY8NiBx0gvJtLt6O8nTPFPiBiR8n9KtcQSF-xFDywzlX1N8zPotriQ06jgNKVU59Qk-3RlGHI6f8WPxQI6hw9zcWYbdQ43dqjnQfnkkD-f63C1SqGURzzlyGg-voYq38/s72-c/laurA.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-6237997367566349701</id><published>2012-09-30T12:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2012-09-30T12:36:52.738-03:00</updated><title type="text">Feliz</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;i style="background-color: black;"&gt;O costume de só aproveitar o domingo agora, eu domino!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;30 de setembro de 1981!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color: #76a5af;"&gt;JDNR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;) 31 anos HOJE.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #45818e;"&gt;P A R A B É N S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt; !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Você pode ter defeitos, viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes, mas não se esqueça de que sua vida é a maior empresa do mundo. E você pode evitar que ela vá a falência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Há muitas pessoas que precisam, admiram e torcem por você. Gostaria que você sempre se lembrasse de que ser feliz não é ter um céu sem tempestade, caminhos sem acidentes, trabalhos sem fadigas, relacionamentos sem desilusões. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser feliz é encontrar força no perdão, esperança nas batalhas, segurança no palco do medo, amor nos desencontros. Ser feliz não é apenas valorizar o sorriso, mas refletir sobre a tristeza. Não é apenas comemorar o sucesso, mas aprender lições nos fracassos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não é apenas ter júbilo nos aplausos, mas encontrar alegria no anonimato. Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver, apesar de todos os desafios, incompreensões e períodos de crise. Ser feliz é &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;deixar de ser vítima dos problemas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar um oásis no recôndito da sua alma. É agradecer a Deus a cada manha pelo milagre da vida. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos&lt;/em&gt;. É saber falar de si mesmo. É ter coragem para ouvir um "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;não&lt;/span&gt;". É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta. Ser feliz é deixar viver a criança livre, alegre e simples, que mora dentro de cada um de nós. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É ter maturidade para falar "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu errei&lt;/span&gt;". É ter ousadia para dizer "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;me perdoe&lt;/span&gt;". É ter sensibilidade para expressar "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu preciso de você&lt;/span&gt;". É ter capacidade de dizer "&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu te amo&lt;/span&gt;". É ter humildade da receptividade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Desejo que a vida se torne um canteiro de oportunidades para você ser feliz... E, quando você errar o caminho, recomece, pois assim você descobrirá que ser feliz não é ter uma vida perfeita, mas usar as lágrimas para irrigar a tolerância. Usar as perdas para refinar a paciência. Usar as falhas para lapidar o prazer. Usar os obstáculos para abrir as janelas da inteligência. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Admito, a culpa foi minha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Foi tudo culpa minha. Eu que vivi esse tempo todo criando diálogos que nunca existiram, fantasiando momentos que jamais aconteceram, e fazendo da nossa história um faz de conta. E você deve tá se perguntando; &lt;i&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Que história&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;/i&gt; Essa daí que nunca existiu. Essa daí que eu inventei esse tempo todo. Essa daí que nunca vai acontecer. E é triste ter que admitir pra mim mesma que tá na hora de acordar e viver. Sei que sonhar faz um bem danado, mas depois pra conseguir acordar pra realidade dá um trabalho. --&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thiara Macedo--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Eu não sei o que está acontecendo comigo. As pessoas olham pra mim e não enxergam mais nada. O que antes era uma pessoa feliz que trazia alegria por onde passava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt; se tornou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; uma pessoa &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt; e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E tudo começou em uma brincadeira, nunca imaginaria que você iria tomar conta dos meus pensamentos. Noites sem dormir pensando em como seria perfeito ter você comigo. Então &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;confie em mim&lt;/span&gt;, prometo nunca te &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;deixar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;, prometo estar com você em &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;todos os momentos&lt;/span&gt;, prometo que &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;eu vou precisar de você sempre&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você não está sozinha. Somente sorria, e continue na luta, quem vai atraz sempre alcança.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Julia Baseggio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/5592319031357006463/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/04/eu-me.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/5592319031357006463" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/5592319031357006463" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/04/eu-me.html" rel="alternate" title="[...]Foi por ..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF-d3yqb7V97HrdolD4EM_N414wG8sYInVno2VX14xQC4KDiJeQSJtnmO0UlEhwLQW5cFCf1jG9cUOD80tCdV9lrbjsJnREq9ZXpxDYUGQq71_mrU7QlQ0gd3tH_dlI5FbUh7DWQDSflE/s72-c/385889_10150439865739920_563629919_8267995_1368107687_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-7519576844649249961</id><published>2012-02-03T13:15:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-04-09T14:28:30.430-03:00</updated><title type="text">Chorar não adianta</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeaAwsKvn7Sbris9d76Nmy_x9r7i3gFE_9bR0W_G1Pi1-7HJK_bnJXJRngYJt_0FFT9V6mvM0M6hJpbANE4WTg0YCzkyQ2W8xY3-s9-NoHl1gL5W5EWG8gcQrsmeYwVitC1HHpTsWuOVs/s1600/405019_10150703937754920_563629919_9108588_1167060466_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" nda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeaAwsKvn7Sbris9d76Nmy_x9r7i3gFE_9bR0W_G1Pi1-7HJK_bnJXJRngYJt_0FFT9V6mvM0M6hJpbANE4WTg0YCzkyQ2W8xY3-s9-NoHl1gL5W5EWG8gcQrsmeYwVitC1HHpTsWuOVs/s320/405019_10150703937754920_563629919_9108588_1167060466_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Chorar não adianta, eu seco de tanto chorar e não passa. Ver TV, falar ao telefone, dançar, gritar, escrever, &lt;strike&gt;abraçar minha mãe (saudade),&lt;/strike&gt; tomar suco de manga, nada adianta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sei, eu sei, o eterno clichê “isso passa”. Passa sim e, quando passar, algo muito mais triste vai acontecer: eu não vou mais te amar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É triste saber que um dia vou ver você passar e não sentir cada milímetro do meu corpo arder e enjoar. É triste saber que um dia vou ouvir sua voz ou olhar seu rosto e o resto do mundo não vai desaparecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu amor está cansado, surrado, ele quer me deixar para renascer depois, lindo e puro, em outro canto, mas eu não quero outro canto, eu quero insistir no nosso canto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/7519576844649249961/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/02/chorar-nao-adianta.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="2 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/7519576844649249961" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/7519576844649249961" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/02/chorar-nao-adianta.html" rel="alternate" title="Chorar não adianta" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeaAwsKvn7Sbris9d76Nmy_x9r7i3gFE_9bR0W_G1Pi1-7HJK_bnJXJRngYJt_0FFT9V6mvM0M6hJpbANE4WTg0YCzkyQ2W8xY3-s9-NoHl1gL5W5EWG8gcQrsmeYwVitC1HHpTsWuOVs/s72-c/405019_10150703937754920_563629919_9108588_1167060466_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-8416437318397604884</id><published>2012-02-01T15:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:30:58.500-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Meu jeito"/><title type="text">Meu jeito</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Existem muitas coisas sobre mim que você ainda desconhece. Eu exponho apenas aquilo que me faz segura. Possuo mil maneiras de me comportar e meu temperamento oscila assim como meu comportamento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Posso ser madura ou criança. Tímida ou extrovertida demais. Posso ser fria como o inverno ártico e quente como um vulcão. Posso ser doce, como posso ser amarga, bem como azeda também. Isso depende. Aliás, tudo depende. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;A maneira que você me vê, não necessariamente é a realidade do que acontece, mas isso não faz com que eu não tenha medo de nada, porque.. É. Eu ainda tenho medo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkVnQTswMa6EbJW3p9VIGOMfJsTQIb0q2BpavulLkobNv0moy_aCS8WAXjHv7kCqtHa5LN5V0Enb3c8xY2uSIbzPmmwC1vTtowxhtFq1RDYyWJ6-U5jy_c4kE50U6pE6C4982EzkrpWw/s1600/408686_10150535821924920_607593914_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" sda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkVnQTswMa6EbJW3p9VIGOMfJsTQIb0q2BpavulLkobNv0moy_aCS8WAXjHv7kCqtHa5LN5V0Enb3c8xY2uSIbzPmmwC1vTtowxhtFq1RDYyWJ6-U5jy_c4kE50U6pE6C4982EzkrpWw/s400/408686_10150535821924920_607593914_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi a esconder minhas lágrimas com sorrisos, e a ficar quieta mesmo que não fosse essa a minha vontade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Aprendi a silenciar um grito de fúria, e a calar e engolir o choro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E sabe esse sorriso que você vê estampado em meu rosto? Eu trago esse sorriso por desobediência. Desobedeço a tristeza. E consigo ser mais feliz assim. Odeio comparações. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E já nesse caminho distante da largada, eu finalmente desisti de tentar me equilibrar. Isso é para artista circense e, convenhamos: eu nem gosto tanto de circo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Mas a verdade que todos secretamente conhecem, é que nunca se tem uma resposta concreta quando a questão é você mesmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/8416437318397604884/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-jeito.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/8416437318397604884" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/8416437318397604884" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/02/meu-jeito.html" rel="alternate" title="Meu jeito" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbkVnQTswMa6EbJW3p9VIGOMfJsTQIb0q2BpavulLkobNv0moy_aCS8WAXjHv7kCqtHa5LN5V0Enb3c8xY2uSIbzPmmwC1vTtowxhtFq1RDYyWJ6-U5jy_c4kE50U6pE6C4982EzkrpWw/s72-c/408686_10150535821924920_607593914_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-348294782853728468</id><published>2012-01-17T17:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:58:40.834-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Arnaldo Jabor"/><title type="text">Estamos com fome de amor</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Uma vez Renato Russo disse com uma sabedoria ímpar: "Digam o que disserem, o mal do século é a solidão". Pretensiosamente digo que assino embaixo sem dúvida alguma. Parem pra notar, os sinais estão batendo em nossa cara todos os dias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com roupas cada vez mais micros e transparentes, danças e poses em closes ginecológicos, chegam sozinhas. E saem sozinhas. Empresários, advogados, engenheiros que estudaram, trabalharam, alcançaram sucesso profissional e, sozinhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvrVG-kRRRYyAosBXw_xOxglNoXRUaUzRbG-2hUdSZAzYGsDAUJOl4L_0S5EuZ2MD-wGhO5w86P9FJT2uDOlCzBlJqCtiTMvfkF_Xz-EiMYis123SmKBhFZUcjUNXMAUHn7SLef-PtFU/s1600/390013_10150503663119920_563629919_8503117_1682606953_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvrVG-kRRRYyAosBXw_xOxglNoXRUaUzRbG-2hUdSZAzYGsDAUJOl4L_0S5EuZ2MD-wGhO5w86P9FJT2uDOlCzBlJqCtiTMvfkF_Xz-EiMYis123SmKBhFZUcjUNXMAUHn7SLef-PtFU/s320/390013_10150503663119920_563629919_8503117_1682606953_n.jpg" width="268" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tem mulher contratando homem para dançar com elas em bailes, os novíssimos "personal dance", incrível. E não é só sexo não, se fosse, era resolvido fácil, alguém duvida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Estamos é com carência de passear de mãos dadas, dar e receber carinho sem necessariamente ter que depois mostrar performances dignas de um atleta olímpico, fazer um jantar pra quem você gosta e depois saber que vão "apenas" dormir abraçados, sabe, essas coisas simples que perdemos nessa marcha de uma evolução cega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Pode fazer tudo, desde que não interrompa a carreira, a produção. Tornamos-nos máquinas e agora estamos desesperados por não saber como voltar a "sentir", só isso, algo tão simples que a cada dia fica tão distante de nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem duvida do que estou dizendo, dá uma olhada no site de relacionamentos Orkut, o número que comunidades como: "Quero um amor pra vida toda!", "Eu sou pra casar!" até a desesperançada "Nasci pra ser sozinho!".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Unindo milhares, ou melhor, milhões de solitários em meio a uma multidão de rostos cada vez mais estranhos, plásticos, quase etéreos e inacessíveis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Vivemos cada vez mais tempo, retardamos o envelhecimento e estamos a cada dia mais belos e mais sozinhos. Sei que estou parecendo o solteirão infeliz, mas pelo contrário, pra chegar a escrever essas bobagens (mais que verdadeiras) é preciso encarar os fantasmas de frente e aceitar essa verdade de cara limpa. Todo mundo quer ter alguém ao seu lado, mas hoje em dia é feio, démodé, brega.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Alô gente! Felicidade, amor, todas essas emoções nos fazem parecer ridículos, abobalhados, e daí? Seja ridículo, não seja frustrado, "pague mico", saia gritando e falando bobagens, você vai descobrir mais cedo ou mais tarde que o tempo pra ser feliz é curto, e cada instante que vai embora não volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais (estou muito brega!), aquela pessoa que passou hoje por você na rua, talvez nunca mais volte a vê-la, quem sabe ali estivesse a oportunidade de um sorriso a dois.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Quem disse que ser adulto é ser ranzinza? Um ditado tibetano diz que se um problema é grande demais, não pense nele e se ele é pequeno demais, pra quê pensar nele. Dá pra ser um homem de negócios e tomar iogurte com o dedo ou uma advogada de sucesso que adora rir de si mesma por ser estabanada; o que realmente não dá é continuarmos achando que viver é out, que o vento não pode desmanchar o nosso cabelo ou que eu não posso me aventurar a dizer pra alguém: "vamos ter bons e maus momentos e uma hora ou outra, um dos dois ou quem sabe os dois, vão querer pular fora, mas se eu não pedir que fique comigo, tenho certeza de que vou me arrepender pelo resto da vida".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Antes idiota que infeliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/348294782853728468/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/348294782853728468" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/348294782853728468" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/estamos-com-fome-de-amor.html" rel="alternate" title="Estamos com fome de amor" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsvrVG-kRRRYyAosBXw_xOxglNoXRUaUzRbG-2hUdSZAzYGsDAUJOl4L_0S5EuZ2MD-wGhO5w86P9FJT2uDOlCzBlJqCtiTMvfkF_Xz-EiMYis123SmKBhFZUcjUNXMAUHn7SLef-PtFU/s72-c/390013_10150503663119920_563629919_8503117_1682606953_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-278518488842854680</id><published>2012-01-17T17:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:42:34.757-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Artur da Távola"/><title type="text">Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor não se implora, não se pede não se espera...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhCUw5HY3ebVlp0dki0cuxGzZnl-lCB3XpJ4M0QhVi5uCn6gFw-Vnub-8BdOxKWY_F3269DK5id3mY2r3MSmTL0Sm42E0GJjwJcGDYZ6rRsMJ2NmGkuX1iYH8w5PCLN6Uylnvqo8g60M/s1600/403102_10150503670104920_563629919_8503136_778975974_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhCUw5HY3ebVlp0dki0cuxGzZnl-lCB3XpJ4M0QhVi5uCn6gFw-Vnub-8BdOxKWY_F3269DK5id3mY2r3MSmTL0Sm42E0GJjwJcGDYZ6rRsMJ2NmGkuX1iYH8w5PCLN6Uylnvqo8g60M/s320/403102_10150503670104920_563629919_8503136_778975974_n.jpg" width="248" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amor se vive ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ciúmes é um sentimento inútil. Não torna ninguém fiel a você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Animais são anjos disfarçados, mandados à terra por Deus para &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;mostrar ao homem o que é fidelidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Crianças aprendem com aquilo que você faz, não com o que você diz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As pessoas que falam dos outros pra você, vão falar de você para os outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Perdoar e esquecer nos torna mais jovens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Água é um santo remédio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus inventou o choro para o homem não explodir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ausência de regras é uma regra que depende do bom senso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não existe comida ruim, existe comida mal temperada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A criatividade caminha junto com a falta de grana.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Ser autêntico é a melhor e única forma de agradar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Amigos de verdade nunca te abandonam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O carinho é a melhor arma contra o ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As diferenças tornam a vida mais bonita e colorida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Há poesia em toda a criação divina.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Deus é o maior poeta de todos os tempos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A música é a sobremesa da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Acreditar, não faz de ninguém um tolo. Tolo é quem mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Filhos são presentes raros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;De tudo, o que fica é o seu nome e as lembranças a cerca de suas ações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Obrigada, desculpa, por favor, são palavras mágicas, chaves que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;abrem portas para uma vida melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor... Ah, o amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O amor quebra barreiras, une facções, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;destrói preconceitos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;cura doenças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não há vida decente sem amor!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E é certo, quem ama, é muito amado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;E vive a vida mais alegremente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/278518488842854680/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisas-que-vida-ensina-depois-dos-40.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/278518488842854680" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/278518488842854680" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/coisas-que-vida-ensina-depois-dos-40.html" rel="alternate" title="Coisas que a vida ensina depois dos 40" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhCUw5HY3ebVlp0dki0cuxGzZnl-lCB3XpJ4M0QhVi5uCn6gFw-Vnub-8BdOxKWY_F3269DK5id3mY2r3MSmTL0Sm42E0GJjwJcGDYZ6rRsMJ2NmGkuX1iYH8w5PCLN6Uylnvqo8g60M/s72-c/403102_10150503670104920_563629919_8503136_778975974_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-3407976539412679805</id><published>2012-01-17T17:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T17:32:09.170-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Clarice Lispector"/><title type="text">Já</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já escondi um AMOR com medo de perdê-lo, já perdi um AMOR por escondê-lo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já descobri que eles não existem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepcionaram, já decepcionei pessoas que me amaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem sou, já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQJByUBpfzByTeQAac4dCcunfW1XhRkgQhwQt7srCWlEsh7I7SVQvbWCjUyr3wh4vfXcC6gKSeozFGkA-F1v2ocGR7FHck5q-uZJCRkr3qSsU8aVyL9AmJM1Tssg5cBN95VSCIj8Iy_k/s1600/388780_10150518144519920_563629919_8548787_1765629497_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQJByUBpfzByTeQAac4dCcunfW1XhRkgQhwQt7srCWlEsh7I7SVQvbWCjUyr3wh4vfXcC6gKSeozFGkA-F1v2ocGR7FHck5q-uZJCRkr3qSsU8aVyL9AmJM1Tssg5cBN95VSCIj8Iy_k/s400/388780_10150518144519920_563629919_8548787_1765629497_n.jpg" width="300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois, já falei a verdade e também me arrependi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já fingi não dar importância às pessoas que amava, para mais tarde chorar quieta em meu canto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza, já chorei de tanto rir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena, já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já quebrei pratos, copos e vasos, de raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém, mas nunca lhe disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar, já calei quando deveria gritar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns, outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já fingi ser o que não sou para agradar uns, já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça, apenas para ver um amigo feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já inventei histórias com final feliz para dar esperança a quem precisava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já sonhei demais, ao ponto de confundir com a realidade... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já tive medo do escuro, hoje no escuro "me acho, me agacho, fico ali".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já cai inúmeras vezes achando que não iria me reerguer, já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, por ele levar embora, quem eu amava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já chamei pela mamãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo. Mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de "amigo" e descobri que não eram... Algumas pessoas nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas, porque eu não espero acertar sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me mostre o que esperam de mim, porque vou seguir meu coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não me façam ser o que não sou, não me convidem a ser igual, porque sinceramente sou diferente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Não sei amar pela metade, não sei viver de mentiras, não sei voar com os pés no chão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma, mas com certeza não serei a mesma pra SEMPRE! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Gosto dos venenos mais lentos, das bebidas mais amargas, das drogas mais poderosas, das idéias mais insanas, dos pensamentos mais complexos, dos sentimentos mais fortes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho um apetite voraz e os delírios mais loucos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Você pode até me empurrar de um penhasco q eu vou dizer: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;- E daí? EU ADORO VOAR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;-- &lt;em&gt;Clarice Lispector&lt;/em&gt;--&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/3407976539412679805/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/3407976539412679805" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/3407976539412679805" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/ja.html" rel="alternate" title="Já" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpQJByUBpfzByTeQAac4dCcunfW1XhRkgQhwQt7srCWlEsh7I7SVQvbWCjUyr3wh4vfXcC6gKSeozFGkA-F1v2ocGR7FHck5q-uZJCRkr3qSsU8aVyL9AmJM1Tssg5cBN95VSCIj8Iy_k/s72-c/388780_10150518144519920_563629919_8548787_1765629497_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-2955786913296073888</id><published>2012-01-17T15:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T15:32:37.846-02:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Namorado"/><title type="text">Um homem de verdade</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2HPvJvolp_7e6x91RCl7qnTW-EwfDtlEGO4HwSJZRdLq7aQK8ZgesXzWEK586EkxlZE4tLFoOMTAXK4cnLfU3IXgoe-ckWgV68OShoA1_mLAEtdhpdTWvrSJ1NR4fKINhH1MhX8SJ40/s1600/401135_10150522235864920_563629919_8563765_1646575202_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" kba="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2HPvJvolp_7e6x91RCl7qnTW-EwfDtlEGO4HwSJZRdLq7aQK8ZgesXzWEK586EkxlZE4tLFoOMTAXK4cnLfU3IXgoe-ckWgV68OShoA1_mLAEtdhpdTWvrSJ1NR4fKINhH1MhX8SJ40/s320/401135_10150522235864920_563629919_8563765_1646575202_n.jpg" width="289" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Um homem de verdade não vai se importar com o tamanho do soutien, com a grossura das tuas coxas, se você tem bunda grande, e nenhum sinal de barriga. Um homem de verdade vai reparar no teu sorriso,no modo como você coloca o cabelo para trás da orelha quando está nervosa, na tua risada, no modo em que seus lábios se movem enquanto você fala, no teu jeito histérico ao ver um filme de terror, no teu jeito estranho de correr, nas tuas manias, nos teus gestos exagerados e na forma como você pronuncia o nome dele. Um homem de verdade vai te amar pelo teu conteúdo, e não pela embalagem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoSnowboxTagList"&gt;&lt;span class="fcg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/2955786913296073888/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-homem-de-verdade.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/2955786913296073888" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/2955786913296073888" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2012/01/um-homem-de-verdade.html" rel="alternate" title="Um homem de verdade" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEic2HPvJvolp_7e6x91RCl7qnTW-EwfDtlEGO4HwSJZRdLq7aQK8ZgesXzWEK586EkxlZE4tLFoOMTAXK4cnLfU3IXgoe-ckWgV68OShoA1_mLAEtdhpdTWvrSJ1NR4fKINhH1MhX8SJ40/s72-c/401135_10150522235864920_563629919_8563765_1646575202_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-4053717362471796100</id><published>2011-08-21T19:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T10:53:05.562-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="A dor continua..."/><title type="text">A dor continua...</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_vx39ml="217" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;"&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;Sem talento para relacionamento&lt;/b&gt;" - Tradução: &lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;Escolhi os caras errados pra namorar, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;tomei no cu BONITO&lt;/b&gt; e agora eu me finjo de vítima&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Passei a noite toda acordada pensando na vida, em mim e em nós, não tenho nem coragem de me olhar no espelho, estou parecendo uma bruxa... Estou assustando a mim mesma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZDoBezfys5gEoLwQrYy-I3L-4Gd_mC3MpwD9E7uuzhCVEQ-ZQ1HGpeCPdeJFfHjXxhzorwTG2-EDTGnh2QyYRRTgCOJLVP0Jy-KSvYpN90l1zwuPgmIQIiDqypnVTmdk7Y9zPUUqcxk/s1600/laura.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320px" qaa="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZDoBezfys5gEoLwQrYy-I3L-4Gd_mC3MpwD9E7uuzhCVEQ-ZQ1HGpeCPdeJFfHjXxhzorwTG2-EDTGnh2QyYRRTgCOJLVP0Jy-KSvYpN90l1zwuPgmIQIiDqypnVTmdk7Y9zPUUqcxk/s320/laura.jpg" width="209px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_r7tg2t="214" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_r7tg2t="142" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;E hoje ainda está doendo, só que um pouco menos que ontem, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;JÁ ESTOU MAIS CONFORMADA, NÃO CHOREI, MAS AINDA NÃO CONSEGUI SORRIR&lt;/b&gt;... O buraco ainda está se formando em meu peito, o nó ainda permanece em minha garganta, está tão forte que às vezes parece que não vou conseguir respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_r7tg2t="214" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que a &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;DOR VAI PASSAR ESSA DOR SEMPRE PASSA, ELA JÁ ME FEZ COMPANHIA HÁ UM TEMPO E NÃO MORRI COM SUAS TORTURAS, NÃO VAI SER AGORA QUE VOU MORRER&lt;/b&gt;... Sou frágil, mas sei bem como lidar com ela, somos parceiras já aprendi como fazer com que ela não me leve tão longe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_r7tg2t="215" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_r7tg2t="213" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sabe aqueles dias que você está com muita vontade de colocar para fora tudo o que está sentindo, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;MAS MINHA MAGOA É TÃO GRANDE QUE SIMPLESMENTE FICO SEM PALAVRAS&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Minha vontade é de brigar, falar mal, fala um monte de besteiras e não sai nada alem do silêncio. Bem é assim que estou me sentindo hoje, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;o SILENCIO CHEGA ESTÁ ME SUFOCANDO, MAGOA É TÃO GRANDE QUE A VONTADE QUE TENHO É DE CHORAR&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nos últimos dias &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;NÃO TENHO CONSEGUIDO DESABAFAR COM NINGUÉM, ISSO TEM ME FEITO MUITO MAL&lt;/b&gt;, sinto um buraco enorme se formando em meu peito cada vez que sinto o nó se formando em minha garganta, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;SINTO UMA DOR TÃO GRANDE QUE NEM SEI COMO DESCREVER&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Ai fico me perguntando &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;O QUE VALE A PENA&lt;/b&gt;, não tenho tido muita noção sobre isso, não sei o que realmente vale apena quando o assunto é relacionamento, &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;DISPENSO QUEM ME AMA E QUERO QUEM ME TEM COMO... SEI LÁ O QUE... FICO MUITO CONFUSA QUANDO TENTO IMAGINAR O QUE SIGNIFICO PARA VOCÊ.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;É muito difícil saber o que uma pessoa significa pra gente e não ter mínima idéia do que você significa pra ela, mesmo que a pessoa demonstre com palavras, mas palavra não é tudo, &lt;b closure_uid_vx39ml="216" style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;ATITUDES FAZEM A DIFERENÇA, POR MENOR QUE TENHA SIDO O GESTO DE CARINHO RECEBIDO,&lt;/b&gt; o fato de saber que você foi lembrado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Isso sim, isso faz com que me sinta amada, mesmo que nunca tenha se ouvido um Te Amo!&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tenho medo de sofre, mas mergulho de cabeça nos relacionamentos que vão te levar a loucura... Ou de dor ou prazer!!! “... E eu fico ali, parada no meio de tanta gramática, tentando entender esse meu talento nato pra pessoas complicadas"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/4053717362471796100/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2011/08/dor-continua.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/4053717362471796100" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/4053717362471796100" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2011/08/dor-continua.html" rel="alternate" title="A dor continua..." type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLZDoBezfys5gEoLwQrYy-I3L-4Gd_mC3MpwD9E7uuzhCVEQ-ZQ1HGpeCPdeJFfHjXxhzorwTG2-EDTGnh2QyYRRTgCOJLVP0Jy-KSvYpN90l1zwuPgmIQIiDqypnVTmdk7Y9zPUUqcxk/s72-c/laura.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-2326911087711353923</id><published>2011-08-07T21:09:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T21:22:52.480-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Tiago Dutra"/><title type="text">Algo distante</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPddORjcl0jmOFJmmDRgnD08pNmNHNS97pwWl4L3Rm6J2XrA0pBy7d2oxTvB3Qnxw450RAOTzUOWVN8yT6Cd6eIhiGNiybtpplan_imzlLR2wekANvF7IL3WMXwMgSKS8TUVPfLmkj9Yg/s1600/224553_10150269089279920_563629919_7337767_1152557_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPddORjcl0jmOFJmmDRgnD08pNmNHNS97pwWl4L3Rm6J2XrA0pBy7d2oxTvB3Qnxw450RAOTzUOWVN8yT6Cd6eIhiGNiybtpplan_imzlLR2wekANvF7IL3WMXwMgSKS8TUVPfLmkj9Yg/s320/224553_10150269089279920_563629919_7337767_1152557_n.jpg" t$="true" width="260" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_3dewc2="323" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_4u4x4o="163"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Tudo que eu precisara eu já o tinha, o que me faltou foi a sabedoria para ver isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_3dewc2="328" closure_uid_4u4x4o="169" style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;É tão fácil amar, de repente agente percebe aquela pessoa lá no meio de tantas outras. Mas pra você não existe ninguém no mundo que seja igual a ela, mas nem sempre o final é feliz, as vezes não podemos ficar do lado de quem amamos, e essa é uma das piores dores que pode existir, aquela que te corta por dentro sem almenos lhe encostar. São muito poucas as pessoas que experimentam um verdadeiro amor, aquele amor puro sem maldades, &lt;b closure_uid_3dewc2="326" style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;muitos dizem que sou uma pessoa fria, na falta de conseguir enxergar o interior da pessoa agente acaba julgando sem saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. O amor que eu sinto por você não é da boca pra fora, ele faz queimar meu coração, durante o dia penso no que você talvez esteja fazendo, mesmo talvez sabendo que &lt;b closure_uid_3dewc2="327" style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;o seu sentimento em relação a mim não é o mesmo que eu sinto por você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, mesmo assim continuo te amando verdadeira e inocentemente, pra mim o mais importante é ver um sorriso de alegria no seu rosto mesmo que pra isso tenha que cair lágrimas do meu. &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Entreguei-te o que possuía de mais valioso, lamento por você nunca ter conseguido escutar o que o silêncio da minha voz estava lhe dizendo&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; Algumas coisas não precisam ser ditas apenas vistas. E se até agora você não conseguiu entender o que eu estou dizendo, realmente era impossível você compreender que o meu silêncio lhe dizia a todo tempo que eu à amava verdadeiramente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" closure_uid_3dewc2="338" style="margin: 0cm 0cm 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1oba8q="173"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu coração não me obedece, ele me destrói e me enfraquece.&lt;span closure_uid_3dewc2="334" style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1oba8q="173"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1oba8q="171"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_1oba8q="172" style="font-family: Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas, como Kleber Lucas fala em sua música “&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;e mesmo quando eu chorar as minhas lágrimas serão para regar a minha fé e consolar meu coração, pois o que chora aos pés da cruz clamando em nome de Jesus alcançará de ti senhor misericórdia, graça e luz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;” eu creio e estou fiel pra terminar o que comecei! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1oba8q="181"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Senhor nesse momento seja feita a Tua vontade e não a minha. (L)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_1oba8q="180" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Texto de Tiago Dutra)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/feeds/2326911087711353923/comments/default" rel="replies" title="Postar comentários" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-que-eu-precisara-eu-ja-o-tinha-o.html#comment-form" rel="replies" title="0 Comentários" type="text/html"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/2326911087711353923" rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5692579250375838093/posts/default/2326911087711353923" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="http://jcglaura.blogspot.com/2011/08/tudo-que-eu-precisara-eu-ja-o-tinha-o.html" rel="alternate" title="Algo distante" type="text/html"/><author><name>Laura Jamile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11076787132446556940</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="32" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqRwNP5gppjKh--PmBcU8KUKvoUc5Z3Uiy4ycVQkKjS7fTRWRZ7Ix08jb0P9Zzb1F0Et0vLL8k1IhtQ9Y4vaHTk-g9QHo84O0lMWcUqB0_Qu1KhcMP7DDyghNWjAvd-g/s220/522071_10150697059169920_563629919_9086770_1388080860_n.jpg" width="24"/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" height="72" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPddORjcl0jmOFJmmDRgnD08pNmNHNS97pwWl4L3Rm6J2XrA0pBy7d2oxTvB3Qnxw450RAOTzUOWVN8yT6Cd6eIhiGNiybtpplan_imzlLR2wekANvF7IL3WMXwMgSKS8TUVPfLmkj9Yg/s72-c/224553_10150269089279920_563629919_7337767_1152557_n.jpg" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5692579250375838093.post-5669543847168545458</id><published>2011-08-01T10:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T10:08:14.740-03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Vídeo - Presente de Casamento - Banda Fascinio"/><title type="text">Presente de Casamento - Banda Fascinio</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" closure_uid_loiy90="173" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/Id3zCE00r-M?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="134" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só não me lembro o dia e nem mesmo o ano&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_loiy90="183" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais me lembro bem como aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu frequentava a sua casa andava com os seus irmãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E numa tarde tão bonita eu bem me lembro de verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu fui passando em frente a porta de seu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu bem eu te juro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não queria olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais você era tão linda e eu não pude evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="188" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Como uma flecha um raio uma luz no escuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="189" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Foi tão de repente, tudo aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_loiy90="191" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu fiquei apaixonado, apaixonado pra valer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Só não tive coragem, de contar para você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de algum tempo você foi embora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E eu fiquei pensando quando ia voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sofri com sua ausência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Mais tentei me conformar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Passaram-se alguns anos, eu nem sonhava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Encontrar de novo aquela que eu amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em outra tarde de verão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu Deus eu nem acreditei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Fiquei paralisado meu corpo tremia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Batia tão forte o meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não era uma miragem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Era a minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span closure_uid_loiy90="196" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Comecei puxar conversa todo atrapalhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Sem saber direito nem o que falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Perguntei veio a passeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Respondeu vim pra ficar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Quase que chorava naquele momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Não de alegria e sim desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu já tinha prometido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;A outra dar meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Depois de alguns dias eu casei com a outra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;E não demorou muito pra você casar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Meu presente de casamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Em sua festa eu fui cantar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Cada canção que eu cantava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Me partia o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Eu sabia que perdia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="201" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;De vez minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca mais eu quero amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca mais vou ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Nunca mais vou desejar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="135" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;"&gt;Alguém como eu te quis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="181" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div closure_uid_loiy90="219" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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