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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;DkICSHc5eSp7ImA9WhRRGEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341279363480931715</id><updated>2011-12-02T23:09:29.921-02:00</updated><category term="poesias" /><category term="amizade" /><category term="música" /><category term="pensamentos" /><category term="aniversário" /><category term="betinha" /><title>the girl that does yoga</title><subtitle type="html">she lives in a little house on the side of a little hill</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rschmitz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://rschmitz.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341279363480931715/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Betinha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731714346646308216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THqjcVs9iLs/StEMiy8AuAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c2wpj6zhDes/S220/beta.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>70</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/TheGirlThatDoesYoga" /><feedburner:info uri="thegirlthatdoesyoga" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8FQXsycCp7ImA9WhdbF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341279363480931715.post-4587139392802162545</id><published>2011-10-15T23:56:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-15T23:56:50.598-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-15T23:56:50.598-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><title>se tivesse apenas um motivo</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rschmitz.blogspot.com/feeds/4587139392802162545/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2341279363480931715&amp;postID=4587139392802162545&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341279363480931715/posts/default/4587139392802162545?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341279363480931715/posts/default/4587139392802162545?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGirlThatDoesYoga/~3/Qn4UNAppRBI/se-tivesse-apenas-um-motivo.html" title="se tivesse apenas um motivo" /><author><name>Betinha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731714346646308216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THqjcVs9iLs/StEMiy8AuAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c2wpj6zhDes/S220/beta.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Já escrevi demais achando que era meu jeito de acabar com a agonia, talvez me refugiando nas palavras.
Mas agora elas fogem, escorrem, esvaziam. E palavras vazias doem.
É tudo sem sentido... Tudo embaçado.
Onde foi parar o ânimo? Sonhar pra quê?
Se tivesse apenas um motivo...
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Marih, amada... só to fazendo essa postagem pra que todos vejam mesmo (como se todos vissem 
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Será que é possível?
Por que é tão difícil correr atrás de um sonho?
De onde vem a força pra continuar?
Sei que, no fundo, tenho potencial.
Basta crer em mim, depende só de mim.
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by Mauricio.
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Eu queria realmente dar um basta em tudo isso... sabe? Poder dizer pronto, acabou. Me sentir aliviada. Por que é tudo tão difícil sempre? Será que sempre vai ser assim? Fico me martirizando, achando que a culpa é sempre minha, que não vou conseguir nada, nunca, nem ninguém.Mas por outro lado, aprendi muito com tudo. Usei como experiência, vi o que deve e o que não deve acontecer de novo, isso me
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com o olhar de encanto
e sorri.

estará vivendo tudo aquilo mesmo?
ou é só uma entre tantas ilusões?

se levanta, como quem não quer nada
vai até a porta, ouve o canto dos pássaros no jardim
nada no mundo é melhor que isso
ela escolheu ser feliz

o jardim, ali parado, suplica sua presença
ela corre até as flores
passeia entre os jasmins e canta

canta para espantar a 
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Tocando as folhas
Deste caminho
Fui comigo e mais ninguém
Será que voltarei?
Pois lá de onde vim
Só ficaram velhos poemas
Sobre nossas insensatas vidas...
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quero me desprenderquero aquilo que até hoje não descobri o que é.quero aprender a voar.
esquecer tudo lá em cima das nuvensser mais leve do que tudo pode serdeixar os males no chão
e por fim, gritar...alto... bem alto...até quebrar as paredeschorar de alívio e de alegria
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cansei de esperar pelo príncipe encantado
desisti dele, desisti de querer
desisti de qualquer possibilidade de querer ser feliz ao lado de alguém utópico.

pessoas têm defeitos, sabia?
isso é o que as torna cada vez mais cativantes
a essência de uma pessoa é sua imperfeição
se todo mundo fosse perfeito...
ai que mesmice seria essa vida.

quero conhecer cada 
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corra atrás, lute de todas as formas possíveis
acredite que vai dar certo, mesmo se algo ou alguém lhe disser o contrário, fodam-se os outros
se achar que não dá mais, feche os olhos, respire fundo, pense naquilo que mais ama e adquira forças pra continuar...

don't stop dancing... believe, you can fly :)

(sei que sou meio 
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o medo de errar de novo
apenas fechar os olhos
encarar a insegurança

queria não fazer tanta coisa erradaque tudo fosse mais fácilque não me preocupasse tanto com o que vem pela frente.mas cadê a coragem numa hora dessas?
queria pensar um pouco mais no presenteme deixar levar e ser feliznão me abalar com tão poucopensar um pouco mais em mim
queria simplesmente
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kp-rF5taZUbp_rYvThPJpLG4Z6U/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/kp-rF5taZUbp_rYvThPJpLG4Z6U/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheGirlThatDoesYoga/~4/hS_QJSoouDE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://rschmitz.blogspot.com/2011/05/desejos.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUABRn0yeip7ImA9WhZbEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2341279363480931715.post-8692987776512702972</id><published>2011-04-30T19:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-14T18:42:37.392-03:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-06-14T18:42:37.392-03:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="betinha" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pensamentos" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poesias" /><title>sou daquelas...</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://rschmitz.blogspot.com/feeds/8692987776512702972/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2341279363480931715&amp;postID=8692987776512702972&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341279363480931715/posts/default/8692987776512702972?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2341279363480931715/posts/default/8692987776512702972?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheGirlThatDoesYoga/~3/FBcBj62SC1M/sou-daquelas.html" title="sou daquelas..." /><author><name>Betinha!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08731714346646308216</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="24" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_THqjcVs9iLs/StEMiy8AuAI/AAAAAAAAAJk/c2wpj6zhDes/S220/beta.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">sou um caos de pessoa
misturo agonia e felicidade
riqueza e simplicidade
tudo num acorde só

e quando a poesia chega ao fim
faço chover risadas
transformando a nova rima
num novo conto de fadas

sou bem assim mesmo
vou enganando a tristeza
sorrindo com os olhares
e recriando, por dentro, a beleza

=D
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Esqueça issoEsqueça e parta pra cima com tudoEsqueça a impossibilidade e lembre da oportunidadeNão diga a seu coração que ele não consegueTentar muitas vezes é sinônimo de conseguirLute :D
"You'll never know if you never try"
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That someday I'd relax a littleAnd be more like you
Then I realizedHow silly that thought wasNeeded to stand in my own shoes
And from over hereI can see you cryDon't even try ... to pretend'cause he's hurt youSo many timesBaby don't go back again
Like a child, you forgetBut I remember everything..and every sting
Norah Jones
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É como se estivesse em seus braçosSentindo o suave aroma de sua respiraçãoMe deleitando em seus beijos contemplando a cumplicidade de seu olhar.
A cumplicidade que traz a sensação de eternidadeDe que essa vida nunca acabaráE faremos de nossas 
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Se sente comigo
Aqui, nesta mesa de bar
Beba do meu copo
Me dê o seu ombro
Que é para eu chorar
Chorar de tristeza
Tristeza de amar"Vinicius de Moraes
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E eu achava o máximo isso, essas atitudes.
Só ouvia 
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Mude o que consegue
Mas o resto você deve deixar ir
Saboreie cada gota da  vida, você consegue, você sabe
Pois o tempo é curto
E logo será 
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está no sonho?
ou na fronha?
Sonho 
risonho:
O vento sozinho
no seu carrinho.
De que tamanho 
seria o rebanho?
A vizinha
apanha
a sombrinha
de teia de aranha . . .
Na lua há um ninho
de passarinho.
A lua com que a menina sonha
é o linho do sonho
ou a lua da fronha?


Cecilia Meireles
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Mudaria sua vida para  sempre?
Singrou para o mar, mas foi desviado da rota
Pela luz do tesouro  dourado.

Era ele que causava dor
Com seu sonhos descuidados?
Com  medo, sempre com medo,
Das coisas que ele sentia.

Ele poderia ter ido  embora .
Ele deveria ter singrado
Ele só irá singrar.

Como eu posso  estar perdido, se não tenho onde ir?
Procurei 
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Desvendando meus mistérios Caindo em minhas próprias armadilhasSe camuflando na minha maior vontade
Contribuição: Stephanie Bresolin
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*prefiro ter um grande amigo do que um amor incerto
Pedro diz:
*profundo


*adaptado*
 
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