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Meus olhos andam cegos de te ver!
Não és se quer razão do meu viver,
Pois que tu és já toda a minha vida!

Não vejo nada assim enlouquecida...
Passo no mundo, meu amor, a ler
No misterioso livro do teu ser
A mesma história tantas vezes lida!

"Tudo no mundo é frágil, tudo passa..."
Quando me dizem isto, toda a graça
Duma boca divina fala em mim!

E, olhos 
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Gostaria muito de estar aqui hoje, e falar sobre coisas que realmente fazem sentido para mim, para você... Eu li em algum jornal destinado ao ramo empresarial que perguntaram a entrevistada que se perguntado a alguem, aleatório na rua, o que o ser humano realmente almeja, o que ele responderia? Após uma longa pausa ela concluiu que 
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Por onde anda? O que anda fazendo? Te amo muito ainda.
E essa musica é o que eu realmente sinto por você. Mesmo que hoje, ele não possa mais ser correspondido! :(((


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Sinto que perdi a razão. Sem você aqui perto de mim perdi meu chão. Hoje sonhos tornam-se pesadelos de arrepio e dor. Queria ter você no mundo do sonho e do amor. Mas, como o vento vem e vai você se foi. E agonia de viver a cada dia sem você voltou. Queria só te dar o abraçado que pediu antes de partir. Agora sou eu sem você aqui. Então vem, clarear meu mundo com teu brilho ofuscante. Vem girar 
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por toda a minha vida, vivi ao som da eu, em busca da felicidade, satisfazendo um ego, vivendo uma vida que não era minha.
durante muito tempo, vivi para aquele que seria meu por toda uma vida, mas o deixei partir.
durantes anos, usei a palavra mascara, como a forma mais facil de esconder meus erros, e assim, me sair de 
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Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por medo, já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de  nem sentir minhas mãos. 
Já expulsei pessoas que amava de minha vida, já me arrependi por isso. 
Já passei noites chorando até pegar no sono, já fui dormir tão feliz, ao  ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos.
Já acreditei em amores perfeitos, já 
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Everybody's looking for love. Oh. Oh.
Ain't that the reason you're at this club. Oh. Oh.
You ain't gonna find a dance with him. No. Oh.
Got a better solution for you girl. Oh. Oh.
Just stay with me now. Say the word and well go.
Ill be your teacher. Ill show you the ropes.
You'll see a side of love you've never known.
I can see it going down, 
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Baladas recheadas de garotas lindas, com  roupas cada vez mais micros e
transparentes.

Com suas danças e  poses em closes ginecológicos, cada vez mais
siliconadas, corpos  esculpidos por cirurgias plásticas, como se fossem ao
supermercado e  pedissem o corte como se quer... mas???

Chegam sozinhas e saem  sozinhas...
Empresários, advogados, engenheiros, analistas, e 
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"Dominar-se                        a si próprio é uma vitória maior do                        que vencer a milhares em uma batalha." (Sakyamuni)
  Decidi então me levantar, decidi então pegar o caminho mais turvo, mais escuro, o vento qeu batia antes no meu rosto e que se miturava com o calor do sol de outrora agora não está mais ali.Seria um aviso, simpatico do destino, na tentaiva de me 
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Não sou mais do tipo que discute  relação. Minha experiência demonstra que é inútil. Não cobro quase nada  das pessoas que me cercam, não exijo atenção, tento não impor meus medos  e fragilidades, pois não acho educado. Meus defeitos são muitos, mas de  outra ordem.Quando de sucessivas indelicadezas e  pequenas maldades do outro, não reclamo, não brigo, ou esperneio.  Prefiro calar. Se 
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Quando encontrar alguém e esse alguém fizer seu coração parar de  funcionar por alguns segundos, preste atenção: pode ser a pessoa mais  importante da sua vida.
Se os olhares se cruzarem e, neste momento,houver o mesmo brilho intenso  entre eles, fique alerta: pode ser a pessoa que você está esperando  desde o dia em que nasceu.
Se o toque dos lábios for intenso, se o beijo for apaixonante, e 
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Meu bem, não quero te fazer sofrer
Não quero te fazer mal
Mas eu estou mudando e preciso
seguir sozinha...Não foi escolha minha
Não..Eu não estou te abandonando e nem fugindo
Eu só estou crescendo, é um força que vem de dentro 
é mais forte que eu...
Eu te amei com todas as minhas força e eu ainda te amo...Acho que te  amarei eternamente...
Hoje a chama que esta no meu peito não 
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Seus pais foram jantar fora e deixaram o apartamento só para você, seu  namorado e a tevê a cabo. Que inconseqüentes! Em menos de um minuto  vocês deixam a televisão falando sozinha e vão ensaiar umas cenas de  amor no quartinho dos fundos. De repente, escutam o barulho da  fechadura. Seu pai esqueceu o talão de cheques. Passos no corredor.  Antes que você localize sua camiseta, 
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Não deixaremos de explorar e, ao término da nossa  exploração deveremos chegar ao ponto de partida e conhecer esse lugar  pela primeira vez.T. S. Eliot

Flerte é um namoro inofensivo, sem conseqüências, que não  acaba nem na pretoria nem na Casa de Detenção.Olavo Bilac

Ao sol do verão
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