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Todo casal tem um mimimi, um jeitinho carinhoso de se chamar&lt;br /&gt;
E fazem parte da relação e são importantes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/558986/gd/1276058605/Apelidos-Carinhosos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="143" nfa="true" src="http://perlbal.hi-pi.com/blog-images/558986/gd/1276058605/Apelidos-Carinhosos.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Engraçados, maldosos, vergonhosos, carinhosos, feios, meigos, fofos... e por assim vai...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;“Mo”... “mozinho”, “bennheeennnnn”, “meu anjo”, “coração”, “ tchuco”, “tchutchuquinho” e vários outros. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Meu namorido sempre me chama de Morena... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Claro que existem outros que até minha mãe já rachou de rir ao ouvir... (abafa o caso e os apelidos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Já vi pessoas chamarem seus companheiros de ursinho, bebê, chuchu, bundinha, Shrek, Fiona e outras coisas esquisitos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas então?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A mulher chama o cara de bebê imitando voz de criança na frente dos amigos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;do futebol e ainda quer ser amada?? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ok... concordo...&lt;/div&gt;Não há limite para intimidade... Vale a criatividade de cada casal.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas intimidade demais na frente dos outros não rola. &lt;br /&gt;
Não acredito que seja ridícula demonstração carinho.&lt;br /&gt;
O fato é que a gente sempre acha uma forma de diferenciar o nosso amor das outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;
Tá é fato... ficamos bobos quando estamos apaixonados, mas não precisa parecer retardado né? Kkkkkkkkk&lt;br /&gt;
Não é desses tempos modernos que os apelidos entre casais são usados... &lt;br /&gt;
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scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="married" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morena" /><title>começou 2012....</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Iniciando 2012 cheia de mudanças...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e claro... mil &amp;nbsp;sentimentos e novas descobertas ... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Noivei, mudei de casa, e vou casar... acreditem!!! pasmem....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Vou encarar um novo casamento.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Já demos entrada nos papéis e a data foi marcada!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Estamos debaixo do mesmo teto, estamos decorando nosso lar de acordo com minhas vontades e desejos.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Dormimos e acordamos juntos diariamente.&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nos sentimentos casados...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meu "namorido"faz questão de que eu tenha seu nome.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Faz questão de tudo no preto e no branco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Nao fazem mais homens como ele.&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas mesmo assim concordo plenamente com o que diz a música:&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Não basta o compromisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;Vale mais o coração ..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Me sinto mais casada hoje do que antes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A cumplicidade é verdadeira&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;O amor e a paixão andam lado a lado &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tenho um certo medo.. toda mudança assusta. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Mas não posso negar que a felicidade adentrou minhas entranhas e lá criou morada.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Tem seus altos e baixos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Brigas, beijos, carinhos, afagos e novas pequenos discusoes que acabam em novos carinhos, beijos e afagos. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;É ... 2012 começou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-4374441526585680262?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;A vida é assim...&lt;br /&gt;
As vezes ela morde, as vezes assopra&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tn2SRsOdS0s/S3B6id6mwQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QZp4PbWZMGY/s400/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" oda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Tn2SRsOdS0s/S3B6id6mwQI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QZp4PbWZMGY/s200/amor+meu+grande+amor.jpg" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quando ela morde tudo fica mais difícil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ai acontece uns desencontros,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Os amores se rompem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E aí vem o sopro da vida, que é aquela brisa boa de paz, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E aí tudo dá certo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O importante é viver tudo,&lt;/div&gt;O difícil e o fácil da vida.&lt;br /&gt;
O que for simples a gente aproveita&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;O que for complicado a gente resolve&lt;/div&gt;É muito bom viver!&lt;br /&gt;
E fica melhor ainda se a gente tem um grande amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-5396423824053032881?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eap8psp6sUg/TPuBRqA9u8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XT_N1uRQdWU/s1600/cumplicidade4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" dda="true" height="140" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Eap8psp6sUg/TPuBRqA9u8I/AAAAAAAAAQU/XT_N1uRQdWU/s200/cumplicidade4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Palavra ambígua, mas que carrega muita responsabilidade, sentimentos e harmonia.&lt;/div&gt;Aliás devemos perguntar o que realmente é cumplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Você já parou para pensar se conhece a cumplicidade?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No dicionário significa:&lt;br /&gt;
s.f. Ato ou qualidade de cúmplice; participação num crime, num delito.&lt;br /&gt;
Conivência, entendimento.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Participação em um crime ou delito... &lt;br /&gt;
Pergunto?&lt;br /&gt;
O amor é um delito?&lt;br /&gt;
O nosso comparsa é um cúmplice?&lt;br /&gt;
Acredito que sim...&lt;br /&gt;
Amo de forma simples. &lt;br /&gt;
Sorrisos marotos, dos olhos azuis que me prendem.&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho vontade nem necessidade de fugir. &lt;br /&gt;
Meus cabelos se enroscam em seus dedos. &lt;br /&gt;
Suas mãos passeiam por minha pele morena...&lt;br /&gt;
Seus beijos desbravam os obstáculos de meu corpo e de minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sinto-me inteira entregue a você. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De forma abrupta ingressou em meu coração. &lt;/div&gt;A cumplicidade é algo que se sente, vive, incorpora e domina os amantes.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Nesse momento esquecesse qualquer desavença ou problema.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Quando se entrega a cumplicidade passamos a entender o que se passa no outro. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É pacto, silencioso, incauto e dominante, que vale mais que “trocentas” palavras&lt;/div&gt;Hoje, sinto seu calor, penso em você com dedicação e vivo intensamente o seu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-5270232498539090351?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E TODOS ACHAM QUE A SUA VERDADE É ABSOLUTA E REAL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sinceridade? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ao meu ver tudo de torna uma anarquia sem fim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ainda hoje, a anrquia é adotada pelos adversários interessados em distorcer a verdade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O homem como todos os seres vivos, se adapta às condições em que vive e transmite seus hábitos adquiridos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não pensa em mudar ou analisar qualquer fato ou palavra...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esquece-se de um velho ditado: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="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;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQ6SG5qNy0c/TJOFTQ6j7HI/AAAAAAAADBE/YjiCpb4B3lk/s640/perd%C3%A3o%20madeira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" ida="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eQ6SG5qNy0c/TJOFTQ6j7HI/AAAAAAAADBE/YjiCpb4B3lk/s200/perd%C3%A3o%20madeira.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;“Há três coisas na vida que nunca voltam atrás: a flecha lançada, a palavra pronunciada e a oportunidade perdida”&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;Constantemente nos deparamos com duas oportunidades perdidas: a de se calar e a medir a palavra pronunciada. &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;Não é um mero pedido de desculpas que irá submergir com os sentimos e receios instaurados. &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;É necessário pensar, ceder e ouvir também. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Na verdade estão mais para cachoeiras do que goteiras. Estamos tentando ver se devolvemos para imobiliária sem pagar multa....&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;Fico nervosa, agitada com a situação do imóvel... e ele com aquela calma... parece que nada o abala, nem a porcaria da cozinha com os utensílios passeando de um lado para o outro, boiando como sobreviventes de um naufrágio. Com tanta água assim, já já eu crio bolor e mofo!&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;Mas tirando isso... tem dias que o menino merece um aperto na bochecha... &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;No meio de toda essa loucura, água, panos e baldes, ele resolver namorar....&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;No meio do carinho me dá uma vontade de sorvete de maracujá... kkkkk&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;Não tinha outra hora não né dona Gabrielly????&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;Vontade é algo com que não se briga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- “ moooo.... mozinhoooooo”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- “que é morena?” (de morena eu não tenho nada.... mas ele só me chama assim – tão fofo!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- “quero sorvete, de maracujá ou limão:”&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;- “ aaafff.... olha hora mozinho”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;-“ mas eu quero” ( e ainda faço cara de menina pidona ás 22 horas, sempre funciona)&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;Nisso meu douto marido levanta da cama, veste bermuda e blusa e vai à PQP atrás do bendito sorvete. &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;Passado 20 minutos ele chega com um teste de gravidez. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- “Ué, cadê sorvete? “&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;- “ Vai fazendo o teste que o sorvete eu vou comprar”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hummm.... só porque na noite passada eu quis coxinha, no outro dia, quis cachorro quente e hoje queria sorvete de maracujá...ele me aparece com isso. Tá bom.... vou fazer o bendito teste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Enrolei-me toda com o teste, a fita caiu no chão, fazer xixi em pote menor que uma xícara de café e ainda esperar 5 minutos para o resultado foi um suplico para a bem coordenada morena que vos escreve. Ohhh 5 minutos que não passava nunca!&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;Sim... Respondo aos pensamentos de vocês leitores... fiz lambança... caiu “pixi’ no chão e tive que tomar banho enquanto aguardava o resultado.... kkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nesse meio tempo o “namorido” chega mais agoniado que a pessoa desastrada que aqui vos fala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E fica perguntado o que deu, e aí! O que deu esse teste de gravidez? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;P*¨&amp;amp;Y$#... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;CAR((*&amp;amp;¨&amp;amp;%$$% ...LHO quem tem que ter a maior preocupação sou eu....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Para de apressar, de me pressionar oras....&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;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UC5kf242WqQ/TN9NrgxqDOI/AAAAAAAABEY/UGJHKNm7WAM/s1600/gordura-infertilidade.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" ida="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UC5kf242WqQ/TN9NrgxqDOI/AAAAAAAABEY/UGJHKNm7WAM/s200/gordura-infertilidade.jpg" width="166" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Depois da famosa manha e suspense, digo á ele onde está a fita com o resultado de 1 tracinho...&lt;br /&gt;
Claro que o resultado foi negativo, o antimenino funciona.... kkkkk&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;Ainda sim, consegui mais um acidente de percurso... derrubei sorvete na cama, e no lado dele! ( o meu ficou sequinho)&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;Claro que não ia perder a oportunidade de ser dengada pelo susto de “menino á vista” que não passou de mera expectativa frustrada. &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;Bom... pelo menos posso continuar tendo minhas vontades gastronômicas sem preocupação!&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;Nisso... Percebo a chuva chegando, e minha maior preocupação volta a ser a cachoeira particular em nosso lar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-6003544903700389819?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fiquei meio perdida, pois normalmente tenho amizade com meus ex namorados. &lt;br /&gt;
Mas de forma saudável claro!... (com o ex marido que não quero contato ou notícia... nunca mais!!) &lt;br /&gt;
Mas especialmente nesta semana, entendi o que ela desejou me passar com isso. &lt;br /&gt;
Meu atual namorado, noivo e companheiro... e dentro de 6 meses marido de papel passado, resolve dar chilique por "de cujus" existentes em minha vida. &lt;br /&gt;
Para quem não sabe, "de cujus" é a figura morta, falecido, presunto.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Eii.... allowwwww....&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
se é passado é porque acabou, mas não impede de ter uma amizade!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Assim fica parecendo que não há confiança em mim... &lt;br /&gt;
Ahhhh me poupe querido!! &lt;br /&gt;
Não se é drama ou um enredo para comédia...&lt;br /&gt;
Juro, tem hora que no meio da crise de ciúmes tenho vontade de cair na gargalhada....&lt;br /&gt;
Ocorre por coisas tão banais...&lt;br /&gt;
Passei a semana cantando aquela música de ciúmes do Ultraje a Rigor...&lt;br /&gt;
“Mas eu me mordo de ciúme&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu me mordo de ciúme”&lt;br /&gt;
Ohhh e agora???&lt;br /&gt;
Ciúmes é seu sobrenome.... &lt;br /&gt;
O problema é que o ciúme corroí...&lt;br /&gt;
Não pode ser demasiadamente forte.&lt;br /&gt;
Não podemos esquecer que quem sofre mais é quem sente o ciúmes...&lt;br /&gt;
O que fazer nesses momentos? &lt;br /&gt;
Um bom dialogo pode resolver...mas uma boa paulada na cabeça também.&lt;br /&gt;
Entretanto, querer prender em uma redoma a pessoa objeto do ciumes só piora aos coisas.&lt;br /&gt;
AAHHHHHH... eu grito!&lt;br /&gt;
Ciumes tempera, apimenta... mas se não for na quantidade certa... acaba com qualquer casal.&lt;br /&gt;
Entendo as razões que o levam ao ciumes... só não as aceito.&lt;br /&gt;
Quem procura chifre em cabeça de baleia acha... se não acha inventa....&lt;br /&gt;
Então... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;acho que está na hora de uma batalha interna no intuito de acabar com o ciúmes...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Enquanto isso...&amp;nbsp;continuo cantando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;"Eu quero levar uma vida moderninha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;Não ser machista e não bancar o possessivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;Ser mais seguro e não ser tão impulsivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas eu me mordo de ciúme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Mas eu me mordo de ciúme&lt;/div&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: center;"&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: center;"&gt;Meu bem me deixa sempre muito à vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Ela me diz que é muito bom ter liberdade&lt;/div&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: center;"&gt;Que não há mal nenhum em ter outra amizade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E que brigar por isso é muita crueldade..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“A Aliança é um anel usado para simbolizar um compromisso e a união afetiva entre duas pessoas, em noivados e cerimônias de casamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esse anel, aliança, surgiu entre os gregos e os romanos, provavelmente vindo de um costume hindu de usar um anel para simbolizar o casamento. Os romanos acreditavam que no quarto dedo da mão esquerda passava uma veia (veia d'amore) que estava diretamente ligada ao coração, costume carregado culturalmente até os dias de hoje.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;No início a aliança era tida como um certificado de propriedade da noiva, ou de compra da noiva, indicando que a mesma não estava mais apta a outros pretendentes. A partir do século IX, a igreja cristã adotou a aliança como um símbolo de união e fidelidade entre casais cristãos.”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Explico: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele não era adepto de nada disso. E muito menos pensava em usar uma aliança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acho que resolveu seguir o significado de que quem usa aliança não está disponível, está fora do mercado! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;kkkkk ... (precaução não??!!) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Batendo pernas pela cidade vimos milhares de modelos. Dos mais simples aos mais sofisticados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dos mais bregas aos mais estilosos. Chegamos a conclusão que o tradicional é o mais bonito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora vem o problema de espessura e gravação interna...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tamanho, abaloada, quadrada, fosca brilhosa... e mais e mais detalhes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Tudo bem, ele escolheu um bambole, parecido com aqueles anéis grossos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Será que vou conseguir ficar com os dedos unidos? kkkkkkkkk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Já que é para usar, vamos anunciar ao mundo.... (acho que ele pensa assim) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E... quando acho que está tudo resolvido surgem novos pormenores....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;AAhhhh.... quanta paciência deve-se ter para tamanha escolha...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e olha que estamos só no inicio dos preparativos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Diante de tantas lojas e opções, optamos pela escolha via Internet, prática, sem brigas e vamos direto ao que interessa... sem rodeios e palpites de vendedores...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Entretanto, meu querido "namorido", aproveitará a ida&amp;nbsp;à São Paulo para comprar as benditas alianças... &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;Ou seja... a peregrinação continua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;O que será que me aguarda?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-7777325118682215398?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que o coração descobriu&lt;br /&gt;
Nos seus braços&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre me esqueço&lt;br /&gt;
De tempo, espaço e no fim...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo é relativo&lt;br /&gt;
Quando te fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Me faz feliz&lt;br /&gt;
Se a história for&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;
Melhor prá mim..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-8976912868351853900?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Leoni" /><author><name>Gaby Anny</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0qRnxUEL4w8/TXywkyT9YeI/AAAAAAAABBA/iZzr2glV1l4/s220/180912_190606027625668_100000288168514_623707_8233507_n.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gabyanny.blogspot.com/2011/09/o-melhor-pra-mim-leoni.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUcERHoyfCp7ImA9WhdVFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1712223254175147412.post-4828150398015075063</id><published>2011-09-21T15:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-22T09:03:25.494-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-09-22T09:03:25.494-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Insanidades Lúcidas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Surpresa" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Amor" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Conquistas" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Morena" /><title>juntando os panos de bunda...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;“Definição: Ir morar junto com alguém, "casar". &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;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLof1bsWr0g/TnoyUIB8RtI/AAAAAAAABIA/ky5GkYkRpnQ/s1600/calcinha-no-varal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bLof1bsWr0g/TnoyUIB8RtI/AAAAAAAABIA/ky5GkYkRpnQ/s1600/calcinha-no-varal.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Cuecas e Calcinhas.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;os famosos panos de bunda....na mesma gaveta e varal de roupa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É leitores... depois de indas e vindas, resolvi juntar os panos de bunda...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Depois de 3 anos de solteirice e guerra, me rendo... me entrego...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Chegou a hora de&amp;nbsp;unir as escovas de dentes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É assustador pensar no que me espera... apesar de não ser novidade. Já fui casada. A vida conjugal tem altos e baixos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Mas nesse momento, penso no que será diferente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade, &lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/lulu-santos/47144/"&gt;"eu vejo a vida melhor no futuro, eu vejo isso por cima do muro..." &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Hoje em dia é tão comum ver casais morando juntos, e você pergunta na maior ingenuidade: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;"estão casados? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não exatamente ... é o famoso teste drive, sem tanta pressão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não é necessário ficarmos enrolando e até mesmo querendo fazer bonito para sociedade. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Por que perder tempo, ao nos encontramos o amor veio na mesma intensidade do tempo perdido em nossa jornada... era imediato, era enorme e não queríamos perder mais nem um segundo, porque cada segundo longe era tempo demais pra quem já perdeu exatamente 3 anos com tantos sapos... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele já percebeu vários de meus defeitos e minhas qualidades... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e eu já percebi deveras seu jeito de gostar de ser mimado (hi hi hi)... seu dengo e sua moleza para dor, até mesmo para (ecaa) espremer uma simples espinha, ou tirar um pelo encravado! Como reclama!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
(Homem é muito mole para dor... vai passar por tudo que nós mulheres passamos em prol da beleza!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ele gosta de deixar as coisas espalhadas e eu de ouvir música alta. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de requeijão e ele de geléia de pimenta.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de comida chinesa e ele de japonesa.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de pão francês&amp;nbsp;com queijo e ele de pão integral.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de suco de caixinha e ele de colocar água para ficar mais fraco. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Gosto de séries de TV policiais e ele de documentários de viagens.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de cantar e balançar os dedinhos no carro, ele olha com cara de desconfiado.&lt;br /&gt;
Gosto de acordar cedo e ficar brincando, ele gosta de se esconder debaixo do travesseiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Acordo e coloco a TV no VH1 para me arrumar ouvindo música e ele coloca no jornal.... &lt;br /&gt;
Não sou nada discreta com&amp;nbsp;estampas coloridas nas roupas&amp;nbsp;e ele mais tradicional.&lt;br /&gt;
Sou friorenta e ele calorento. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;São diferenças que nos complementam. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Sei que terei que constantemente chamar o marido de aluguel porque habilidade para consertar a casa falta, mas para bagunçar.... ai ai ai.... isso sobra... &lt;br /&gt;
Sabemos aonde aperta o sapato, já fizemos sua lista de "calos"... &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;e mesmo assim estamos dispostos a seguir juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Na verdade, já quase que estamos com os panos de bunda agarrados... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;só que minhas coisas não cabem no “cafofo”...&amp;nbsp; fico mais da no apartamento do que na minha casa...&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;Será que ainda lembro como chegar lá? &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;Teremos de providenciar mudanças. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Agora é que são elas !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Até porque, se queremos passar o resto da vida juntos, essa etapa é só uma prévia do que vem por aí !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;É a vida que se segue! &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;Mesmo sabendo que a vida conjugal é multifacetada, estamos dispostos a ser felizes e seguir juntos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Juntando os trapos, compartilhando insegurança, conciliando propósitos, quebrando um galho, ou, como no nosso caso, por amor verdadeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ou seja... Olá vida conjugal.... &amp;nbsp;cheguei e me joguei... me segura!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-4828150398015075063?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C6kLbDHu0yc"&gt;Alanis Morissette&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I can be an asshole of the grandest kind&lt;br /&gt;
I can withhold like it's going out of style&lt;br /&gt;
I can be the moodiest baby and you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;
Who is as negative as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
I am the wisest woman you've ever met&lt;br /&gt;
I am the kindest soul with whom you've connected&lt;br /&gt;
I have the bravest heart that you've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;
And you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;
Who is as positive as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
You see everything&lt;br /&gt;
You see every part&lt;br /&gt;
You see all my light&lt;br /&gt;
And you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;
You dig everything&lt;br /&gt;
Of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;
And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I blame everyone else not my own partaking&lt;br /&gt;
My passive aggressiveness can be devastating&lt;br /&gt;
I'm terrified and mistrusting&lt;br /&gt;
And you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;
Who is as closed down as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see everything&lt;br /&gt;
You see every part&lt;br /&gt;
You see all my light&lt;br /&gt;
And you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;
You dig everything&lt;br /&gt;
Of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;
And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What I resist persists and speaks louder than I know&lt;br /&gt;
What I resist you love no matter how low or high I go&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm the funniest woman that you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;
I am the dullest woman that you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;
I'm the most gorgeous woman that you've ever known&lt;br /&gt;
And you've never met anyone&lt;br /&gt;
Who is as everything as I am sometimes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You see everything&lt;br /&gt;
You see every part&lt;br /&gt;
You see all my light&lt;br /&gt;
And you love my dark&lt;br /&gt;
You dig everything&lt;br /&gt;
Of which I'm ashamed&lt;br /&gt;
There's not anything to which you can't relate&lt;br /&gt;
And you're still here&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
Deveras informações confundem minhas idéias que antes eram pura certeza.&lt;br /&gt;
Demasiadamente me pego imaginando coisas nas quais sempre tentei fugir, correr... escapar&lt;br /&gt;
Será que toda esta confusão irá acabar? &lt;br /&gt;
Talvez sim, talvez não, apenas o tempo me irá dizer.&lt;br /&gt;
Perco-me nas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;
Encontro-me no olhar do companheiro...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas mesmo assim ainda não estou sendo eu.&lt;br /&gt;
Acabo por perder um pouco da ingenuidade.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/amor-e-paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" rba="true" src="http://www.soniamoura.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/amor-e-paixao.jpg" width="183" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Acabo de ganhar mais uma dose de realidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Será que estou vivendo um caos? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Acredito que a palavra que mais venha a definir o que necessito seja: &lt;strong&gt;continuar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;A vida tem que ser assim… dinâmica&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Permanecem sempre estranhezas, que jamais serão entendidas, compreendidas e ate mesmo aceitas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sempre resistentes a pensamentos, momentos e tudo que é contrario á sua concepção...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Tais episódios não serão apagados e não podem ser repreendidos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Na minha abstração do ser incompreendido, me abstraio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;De forma contemplativa vou tentando assimilar fatos, sentimentos, dúvidas e certezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;E afirmo....a única certeza que tenho é a de estar ao seu lado, &lt;/div&gt;mesmo que ensimesmada em pensamentos e com o olhar perdido no seu semblante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-6038039384510767525?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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e logo me aprovo... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/dd32a7cc910bd7aa1d51c00ceb025cf0c10a6ad4.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/dd32a7cc910bd7aa1d51c00ceb025cf0c10a6ad4.jpeg" width="200" xaa="true" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e logo recrimino... &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;Penso....&lt;br /&gt;
e logo me desatino....&lt;br /&gt;
e logo me descubro...&lt;br /&gt;
e logo me perco...&lt;br /&gt;
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Penso...&lt;br /&gt;
e logo desisto...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e logo desaspapeço...&lt;/div&gt;e logo enlouqueço!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-4120856586754995822?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&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;"&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;"&gt;"...Mantenho o passo alguém me vê&lt;/div&gt;Nada acontece, não sei porque&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu não perdi nenhum detalhe&lt;br /&gt;
Onde foi que eu errei&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda encontro a fórmula do amor..."&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/kid-abelha/46792/"&gt;( A fórmula do Amor - Kid Abelha e Leo Jaime) &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Acredito que um dia todos já cantaram essa música...&lt;br /&gt;
Mas será que existe formula do amor? &lt;br /&gt;
Tenho como verdade que o amor é uma mistura de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Pode-se até considerar uma fórmula, mas não algo que possa medir exatamente. &lt;br /&gt;
O amor não é ciência.... é sentir!&lt;br /&gt;
Algumas pessoas tem como verdade absoluta que basta amar para se ter um relacionamento. &lt;br /&gt;
Eu acredito que não.&lt;br /&gt;
É muito mais que amor... &lt;br /&gt;
é pele, é tato, é sexo, é amizade, é carinho, é admiração, é respeito e muitas outras coisas. &lt;br /&gt;
Percebi como a vida amorosa é mistificada por muitos, e infelizmente, vivida por poucos... &lt;br /&gt;
Amor não pede licença para entrar.... vai arrombando portas e janelas. &lt;br /&gt;
Poucos se dão ao luxo de vive-lo em sua intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não sei viver sem amar, sem me entregar aos braços das loucuras da paixão.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sempre que posso me deleito em seu colo e aproveito cada segundo e momento. &lt;/div&gt;Não vejo fórmulas para acontecer ou controlar.&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas deve-se deixar correr.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Aquele sorisso que te cativa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;aquele beijo gostoso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;aquela conversa agradável...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;tudo faz parte... tudo se mistura....&lt;/div&gt;quem sabe essa não é a fórmula? &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-7474202189471348187?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Já inventaram dia para tudo.&lt;br /&gt;
Mas eu não sabia, até agora, que havia dia comemorativo para o bloco do EU - SOZINHO! &lt;br /&gt;
Meu &lt;em&gt;“namorido&lt;/em&gt;” me fez uma pergunta engraçada. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrrXYPbitig/TFx1fAHfL7I/AAAAAAAAADw/TtgbMZZkKrA/s320/Dia-dos-solteiros-isso-siiim.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KrrXYPbitig/TFx1fAHfL7I/AAAAAAAAADw/TtgbMZZkKrA/s200/Dia-dos-solteiros-isso-siiim.png" width="176" /&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;“ – Morena, não existe dia dos compromissados?”&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Se partirmos para pensar, o dia dos compromissados pode ser dia dos namorados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;No dia dos namorados todos comemoram. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Namorados, casados, amantes, concubinos, companheiros.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Todos aqueles que tem alguém com quem dividir um sentimento, com quem compartilhar.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Penso eu que a bendita data comercial 12 de junho devia ser a data do sentimento, do amor, do carinho... não uma data que visa presentes!&lt;/div&gt;Ser solteiro é algo extraordinário, pois precisamos aprender a viver com nossos próprios temores e a nos deparar com nossos maiores fantasmas... as manias . &lt;br /&gt;
Mas não deve ser considerado como o “estado civil” mais importante da vida de uma pessoa. &lt;br /&gt;
O carinho, o afago, o chamego são ocorrências fabulosas. Sem grude ou melação, claro. &lt;br /&gt;
Mas acredito que dia dos namorados&amp;nbsp;deva acontecer todo dia, para que não acabe o encanto e a magia. &lt;br /&gt;
Aquela atenção, a preocupação, o carinho e o olhar perdido. &lt;br /&gt;
Por isso, você que é solteiro festeje! &lt;br /&gt;
Mas não fuja da aspiração de&amp;nbsp;ter alguém ao seu lado para que possa curtir todo dia o&amp;nbsp;"dia dos sentimentos". E você que é compromissado, cuide... para que no próximo dia dos solterios você não se encaixe nessa data...&amp;nbsp; E como deve ocorrer a troca de presentes heim??? Olha ela divagando de novo.... kkkkk&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É tão bom ter alguém... &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;s.m. Imperfeição grave; defeito: vício de formação.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disposição habitual para certo mal; mau costume...”&lt;/em&gt; ( dicionário Aurélio) &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;Pode até ser uma disposição habitual. &lt;br /&gt;
Entretanto não considero um mau costume. &lt;br /&gt;
Costume de estar envolta por seus braços.&lt;br /&gt;
Costume de sentir seus lábios nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;
Costume de me entregar ao seu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;
Sim um costume bom.... um habito saudável!&lt;br /&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 style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Você me&amp;nbsp;disse: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;“acho que já esta se viciando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;...Ambos espero...” ! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Será? &lt;br /&gt;
É um vicio? &lt;br /&gt;
Ou a paixão surgindo?&lt;br /&gt;
Quem sabe o que pode estar surgindo... &lt;br /&gt;
Nos apegamos, nos entregamos...&lt;br /&gt;
O&amp;nbsp;apego é uma religião, uma doença, um vício. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLU0Lyb95N8/Ta5OZG3WQvI/AAAAAAAABeA/blZOuiUuuAU/s1600/love_pills_by_nonatwilight-d39w6pv.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XLU0Lyb95N8/Ta5OZG3WQvI/AAAAAAAABeA/blZOuiUuuAU/s200/love_pills_by_nonatwilight-d39w6pv.jpg" width="190" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Aos poucos, aquele que imaginamos ao nosso lado, vai embarcando em nós. &lt;br /&gt;
Sempre deixamos a hesitações, resistências darem os primeiros passos e impressões. Até que em certos momentos esquecemos dessas funções.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Notamos a existência de um Alien dentro de nós. &lt;br /&gt;
Um sentimento sem dono, que vai ocupado e se espalhando de forma abusiva em nosso sistema, em nosso organismo provocando sensações e descobertas.&lt;br /&gt;
Em certos momentos paramos de brigar e ficamos complacentes com aquele invasor e&lt;br /&gt;
passamos a alimentá-lo. &lt;br /&gt;
São pequenas pílulas que nos movem... &lt;br /&gt;
que a cada dia, gota a gota nos embriaga... nos apodera, nos domina...&lt;br /&gt;
Consequentemente começamos a ver o mundo com outros olhos, novos horizontes se abrem e percebemos o que já não acreditávamos existir... a paixão, o amor e a vontade de que dois se tornem um. &lt;br /&gt;
Que bom não termos&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;que padecer a nós mesmos somente no nosso isolamento, temos sempre que estar fartos de tanta independência de oscilação. &lt;br /&gt;
O encanto recorrente do vicio da entrega sempre aparece, deve ter conseqüência soporíficas, anestesiantes em&amp;nbsp; nosso cérebro.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;É ... acho que estamos nos viciando.... ou melhor.... quem sabe... nos apaixonando.... &lt;/div&gt;só o tempo poderá essa dúvida sanar!... deixe-o então... reinar e suas descisões tomar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-8425572276659796152?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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fixamos o olhar em um único ponto.&lt;br /&gt;
e com isso impedimos que muita coisa aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;
coisas boas e verdadeiras.&lt;br /&gt;
como o que vem acontecendo...&lt;br /&gt;
há exatamente 15 dias, minha vida ficou de ponta cabeça. &lt;br /&gt;
mas de uma maneira gostosa. &lt;br /&gt;
sentimentos, &lt;br /&gt;
alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;
sorrisos....&lt;br /&gt;
contato, &lt;br /&gt;
tato, &lt;br /&gt;
olfato...&lt;br /&gt;
parece que esperava por isso, mas sem saber que podia acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;
mas ali estava... esperando somente meu desapego para poder chegar e BUMMMM... acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;
posso estar divagando....sonhando ou até imaginando... &lt;br /&gt;
em um dialogo&amp;nbsp;nos braços da&amp;nbsp;madrugada, concordamos que as coisas estão acontecendo muito depressa...&lt;br /&gt;
mas mesmo com esse pensamento eu escutei: " acostume-se, na minha vida as coisas acontecem rápido." com olhinhos arregalados fiquei.... mas a voz branda me disse: &lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbwei58vAO1qek3cwo1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" naa="true" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lbwei58vAO1qek3cwo1_400.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
"morena... não se assuste.... &lt;br /&gt;
apenas sou decidido e o que quero eu faço&amp;nbsp;acontecer..."&lt;br /&gt;
como um gatinho amuado fiquei... toda a conversa ronda minha cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;
começo a pensar em possibilidades, &lt;br /&gt;
algumas que estavam adormecidas e que nem esperava que surgissem agora...&lt;br /&gt;
realmente as coisas estão acontecendo....&lt;br /&gt;
mas sem percebermos.... sem programarmos...&lt;br /&gt;
nós serem humanos esperamos demais, pensamos demasiadamente em excesso, analisamos hipóteses...&lt;br /&gt;
esquecemos de viver, de agarrar aquilo que estava ali, próximo e ao nosso alcance....&lt;br /&gt;
acontece... que em uma dessas, as pessoas perdem.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;eu perco, você perde, qualquer um perde....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mas inevitavelmente em algum momento ganha-se algo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e eu ganhei.... quando menos esperei... quando menos imaginei... quando menos desejei...&lt;/div&gt;então? a única coisa a fazer é viver... &lt;br /&gt;
já escorreguei pelos dedos das mãos de quem me teve fácil e não foi capaz de cuidar....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;de&amp;nbsp;imediato&amp;nbsp;abri um sorriso ao ver seus braços em volta de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://gheryt.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/dormir-de-conchinha.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=334" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="133" src="http://gheryt.files.wordpress.com/2011/04/dormir-de-conchinha.jpg?w=500&amp;amp;h=334" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seu corpo colado ao meu, como se isso fosse um costume antigo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;o bom dia com um beijo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;o sorriso escondido no seu abraço...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;a conversa pela manhã...&lt;/div&gt;a despedida para o trabalho... &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e tendo passado os primeiros momentos do cotidiano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;perceber seu cheiro, seu perfume impregnado em minha roupa....&lt;/div&gt;me fazendo passar o dia com cara de boba...&lt;br /&gt;
lembrando que estou a um passo de me apaixonar. &lt;br /&gt;
disseram-me " se joga"....&lt;br /&gt;
eu pergunto: será que devo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-6315173967067802566?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://nemnuanemcrua.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/tumblr_l9tk0uau6u1qb27uro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="136" src="http://nemnuanemcrua.files.wordpress.com/2010/12/tumblr_l9tk0uau6u1qb27uro1_500_large.jpg" t$="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;não sei.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;e meu coração??&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;que bate sem parar, descompassado, assustado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;mas mesmo assim está feliz...&lt;/div&gt;feliz por encontrar a paz que tanto procurava,&lt;br /&gt;
feliz pela simplicidade de viver.&lt;br /&gt;
meu coração esta pulsando forte de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;
sei que estou vivendo e não apenas existindo. &lt;br /&gt;
e&amp;nbsp;é dentro do coração que o céu começa,&lt;br /&gt;
de alma aberta e o coração cantando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-1373192605209419811?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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para que as coisas possam se concretizar...&lt;br /&gt;
desapegue-se do passado...&lt;br /&gt;
agarre-se no presente.&lt;br /&gt;
Deixe a vida te levar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1712223254175147412-2512725423787254797?l=gabyanny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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