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term="Meus filmes preferidos" /><title>Oscilando Entre a Fantasia e a Realidade...</title><subtitle type="html" /><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://drarepolha.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://drarepolha.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34346473/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Fernanda Souza Watzko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243179167211236664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6g3vU5yTnQ/Ti36vWSUkAI/AAAAAAAAB98/KqPDQi12xnc/s220/DSC08082-4.JPG" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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Perdida em meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
As palavras correm depressa&lt;br /&gt;
Não consigo alcançá-las&lt;br /&gt;
Meu coração imenso&lt;br /&gt;
Já não cabe no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Penso em nada&lt;br /&gt;
Quero muito&lt;br /&gt;
Penso em tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto nada&lt;br /&gt;
Quero mais!
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Paul – Holly, estou apaixonado por você.&lt;br /&gt;
Holly – E daí?&lt;br /&gt;
Paul –E daí?! E daí muita coisa. Eu a amo. Você me pertence.&lt;br /&gt;
Holly – Não. As pessoas não se pertencem.&lt;br /&gt;
Paul – Claro que sim.&lt;br /&gt;
Holly – Ninguém vai me pôr em uma jaula.&lt;br /&gt;
Paul –Não quero colocá-la em uma jaula. Eu quero amá-la.&lt;br /&gt;
Holly – É a mesma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;
Paul – Não é não. Holly…&lt;br /&gt;
Holly – Não sou Holly. Não sou nem Lula Mae. Não sei quem eu sou. Sou como esse gato. Somos dois coitados sem nome. Não  pertencemos a ninguém e ninguém pertence a nós. Nós nem sequer pertecemos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;
(…)&lt;br /&gt;
Paul –Sabe qual é o seu problema, Srta. Quem-quer-que-seja? Você é medrosa. Não tem coragem. Tem medo de encarar a realidade e dizer “A vida é um fato. As pessoas se apaixonam sim e pertencem umas às outras sim, porque esta é a única chance que têm de serem realmente felizes”. Você acha que é um espírito livre, selvagem e morre de medo de ser enjaulada. Bem, querida, você já está nessa jaula. Você mesma a construiu. E ela não fica em Tulip, Texas ou em  Somaliland. Ela está em qualquer lugar que você vá. Porque não importa para onde você corra, você sempre acaba trombando consigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;É muito menor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nele não cabem nem as minhas dores.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Por isso gosto tanto de me contar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Por isso me dispo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;por isso me grito,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;por isso freqüento os jornais, me exponho cruamente nas livrarias:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;preciso de todos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sim, meu coração é muito pequeno.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Só agora vejo que nele não cabem os homens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Os homens estão cá fora, estão na rua.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A rua é enorme. Maior, muito maior do que eu esperava.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mas também a rua não cabe todos os homens.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A rua é menor que o mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;O mundo é grande.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Tu sabes como é grande o mundo.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Conheces os navios que levam petróleo e livros, carne e algodão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Viste as diferentes cores dos homens,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;as diferentes dores dos homens,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;sabes como é difícil sofrer tudo isso, amontoar tudo isso&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;num só peito de homem... sem que ele estale.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Fecha os olhos e esquece.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Escuta a água nos vidros,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tão calma, não anuncia nada.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Entretanto escorre nas mãos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;tão calma! Vai inundando tudo...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Renascerão as cidades submersas?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Os homens submersos – voltarão?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Meu coração não sabe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Estúpido, ridículo e frágil é meu coração.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Só agora descubro&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;como é triste ignorar certas coisas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;(Na solidão de indivíduo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;desaprendi a linguagemcom que homens se comunicam.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Outrora escutei os anjos,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;as sonatas, os poemas, as confissões patéticas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Nunca escutei voz de gente.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Em verdade sou muito pobre.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Outrora viajei&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;países imaginários, fáceis de habitar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;ilhas sem problemas, não obstante exaustivas e convocando ao suicídio.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Meus amigos foram às ilhas.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ilhas perdem o homem.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Entretanto alguns se salvaram e&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;trouxeram a notícia&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;de que o mundo, o grande mundo está crescendo todos os dias,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;entre o fogo e o amor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Então, meu coração também pode crescer.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Entre o amor e o fogo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;entre a vida e o fogo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;meu coração cresce dez metros e explode.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;– Ó vida futura! Nós te criaremos.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;(Mundo Grande - Carlos Drummond de Andrade)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-5732865413168337809?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ele pode estar olhando as suas fotos. Neste exato momento. Porque não? Passou-se muito tempo. Detalhes se perderam. E daí? Pode ser que ele faça todas as coisas que você faz. Escondida. Sem deixar rastro nem pistas. Talvez ele passe a mão na barba mal feita e sinta saudade do quanto você gostava disso. Ou percorra trajetos que eram seus, na tentativa de não deixar que você se disperse das lembranças. As boa . Por escolha ou fatalidade, pouco importa, ele pode pensar em você. Todos os dias. E ainda assim preferir o silêncio. Ele pode reler seus bilhetes, procurar o seu cheiro em outros cheiros. Ele pode ouvir as suas músicas, procurar a sua voz em outras vozes. Quem nos faz falta acerta o coração como um vento súbito que entra pela janela aberta. Não há escape. Talvez ele perceba que você faz falta. E diferença. De alguma forma, numa noite fria. Você não sabe. Ele pode ser o cara com quem passará aquele tão sonhado verão em Paris. Talvez ele volte. Ou não.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Eu ando devagar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Segredos moram comigo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu gosto de contar, pro céu.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;A vida inteira é muito pouco só pra começar&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Desvendar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;E quando os olhos se esquentam,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu perco a direção e a razão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mesmo se não for pra sempre&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Volto pra te buscar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mesmo que eu siga em frente&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Um dia vou te levar,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Mas não, não, vá não.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Ainda é tudo seu aqui,é tudo seu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
"Pensar em tudo que se passou,&lt;br /&gt;
Que se pôde sonhar e não realizou&lt;br /&gt;
A vida tentando escapar,&lt;br /&gt;
Mas não por agora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ao mesmo tempo tanta coisa se amou,&lt;br /&gt;
Se refez, se perdeu, se conquistou&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
(...)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E que me lembrasse a cada instante&lt;br /&gt;
Que valeu a pena cada lance,&lt;br /&gt;
E que valerá, tenha certeza, pra toda a vida"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;"I know you&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Haven't made&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Your mind up yet&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;But I would never&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Do you wrong&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I've known it&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;From the moment&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;That we met&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;No doubt in my mind&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Where you belong"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-3930964357177031080?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VAm0-eWwvs5AP72WTvWW720Tz58/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/VAm0-eWwvs5AP72WTvWW720Tz58/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/OscilandoEntreAFantasiaEARealidade/~4/u4GExP69TT0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://drarepolha.blogspot.com/feeds/3930964357177031080/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=34346473&amp;postID=3930964357177031080" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34346473/posts/default/3930964357177031080?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/34346473/posts/default/3930964357177031080?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/OscilandoEntreAFantasiaEARealidade/~3/u4GExP69TT0/make-you-feel-my-love-adele.html" title="Make you feel my love - Adele" /><author><name>Fernanda Souza Watzko</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05243179167211236664</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="28" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-a6g3vU5yTnQ/Ti36vWSUkAI/AAAAAAAAB98/KqPDQi12xnc/s220/DSC08082-4.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/0put0_a--Ng/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://drarepolha.blogspot.com/2011/06/make-you-feel-my-love-adele.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UBQ38_fip7ImA9WhZQEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34346473.post-2797587558019899713</id><published>2011-04-19T10:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:54:12.146-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-04-19T10:54:12.146-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Musicas que tocam o meu coração" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Agora sou um vento só. a escuridão.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu virei pó, fotografia,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sou lembrança do passado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Agora sou a prova viva&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;De que nada nessa vida&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;É pra sempre até que prove o contrário&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Estar assim, sentir assim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Turbilhão de sensações dentro de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu amanheço, eu estremeço, eu enlouqueço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu te cavalgo embaixo do cair&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Da chuva eu reconheço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Estar assim, sentir assim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Turbilhão de sensações dentro de mim&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu me aqueço, eu endureço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu me derreto, eu evaporo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu caio em forma de chuva eu reconheço&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu me transformo&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caio F. Abreu &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-6399309374272883307?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Caio F. Abreu &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Quando a saudade aperta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Foge-me a inspiração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sinto a alma deserta&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Um vazio se faz em meu peito&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;E de fato eu sinto&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Em meu peito um vazio&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Me faltando as tuas carícias&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;As noites são longas&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;E eu sinto mais frio." &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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Quando você era jovem e seu coração era um livro aberto&lt;br /&gt;
Você costumava dizer viva e deixe viver.&lt;br /&gt;
(Você sabe que dizia, você sabe que dizia, você sabe que dizia)&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se este mundo de constantes mudanças no qual vivemos&lt;br /&gt;
Faz você se entregar e chorar...&lt;br /&gt;
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Diga viva e deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;
(Viva e deixe morrer)&lt;br /&gt;
Viva e deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;
(Viva e deixe morrer)&lt;br /&gt;
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O que isso importa para você&lt;br /&gt;
Quando você tem trabalho a fazer,&lt;br /&gt;
Você tem de fazê-lo bem,&lt;br /&gt;
Você tem que dar ao outro camarada, o inferno.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Você costumava dizer viva e deixe viver&lt;br /&gt;
(Você sabe que dizia, você sabe que dizia, você sabe que dizia)&lt;br /&gt;
Mas se este mundo de constantes mudanças no qual vivemos&lt;br /&gt;
Faz você se entregar e chorar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Diga viva e deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;
(Viva e deixe morrer)&lt;br /&gt;
Viva e deixe morrer&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Em outras palavras:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Lembrei de você, do seu aniversário, na verdade você não sai dos meus pensamentos um dia sequer. Fiquei louca de&amp;nbsp;vontade de te dar um abraço, mas com muito medo de chegar perto de você também. Então fiz do meu dia ocupado uma desculpa. Me perdoe por ser covarde, mas o que sinto por você me assusta demais.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-4778683262599212090?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Para que me curaste quanto estava ferido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="line-height: 16px; margin-bottom: 3px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Se hoje me deixa de novo com o coração partido?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-8816327752610452066?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;quando peguei na tua mão&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Eu me tornei você tão cedo,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;quando senti teu coração&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Batendo junto ao meu,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;como se fosse o meu"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-9187394032001030118?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Vestir de novo o meu casaco marrom&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Tomar a mão da alegria e sair"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Há um ano atrás eu estava super bem, com a corda toda, como se diz. Eu era a pessoa mais bem resolvida e confiante que podia existir. Eu tinha recém tirado minha primeira habilitação, pedido demissão do meu emprego, estava linda, loira, magra e cheia de sonhos e disposição. O final do ano logo se aproximou, aconteceu diversas coisas, novas amizades, rompimento de antigas "amizades", corpo bronzeado, uma nova paixão. Dias divertidos, &amp;nbsp;noites quentes, até que tudo se desfez... Hoje vejo que tudo ficou para trás. Estou distante do que me fazia feliz, distante de mim mesma. E às vezes sinto com se estivesse distante demais para voltar... Ainda continuo loira, o resto já não tenho mais!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/34346473-2821647046874478797?l=drarepolha.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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