<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851838851882563953</id><updated>2024-08-30T03:54:29.644-07:00</updated><title type='text'> alguns sentimentos, em forma de palavras</title><subtitle type='html'>                                     </subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nattaliamatos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattaliamatos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>277</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851838851882563953.post-7974268123162105516</id><published>2012-12-10T20:35:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2012-12-10T20:35:21.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;pra muitas coisas na vida temos uma chace só, seja ela de fazer ou falar ! não exite mas também não minta, fale apenas o que você sente, simplifique mas não deixe nenhum detalhe de fora. lembre se, sempre que pode ser a sua única chance, pra depois você não parar e pensar se fez ou falou, o que gostaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;cansei de ser aquela menina fofa, de ser aquela que todos tentam passar pra trás por parecer tão ingenua. cansei de ser pequena, ser julgada incapaz, ser rotulada por vários quando o máximo que sabem é o meu nome. ta mais do que na hora das coisas mudarem, de eu mostrar quem posso ser e que eu posso ser muito mais do que aquela menina meiga, pequena e ingenua .. que atrás de uma menina pode haver uma mulher e que essa mulher é capaz de muito é capaz de surpreender!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;um dia alguém me disse, que queria ser como eu .. esquecer fácil desapegar, mal sabe essa pessoa que dói e que eu não gostaria de ser assim ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu antes de dormir imagino situações que eu gostaria que acontecessem comigo, ensaio milhões de diálogos, planejo nosso futuro nos mínimos detalhes .. e por ultimo mas não menos importante te imagino aqui.. assim é toda noite e assim vai ser até eu ter você comigo.. pra me distrair e me fazer dormir sem me preocupar no amanhã pois o futuro contigo está garantido, o futuro contigo é pra mim o maior desejo e meu maior pedido.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;se te faz feliz é por que te faz bem, se é teu nunca deixe nada nem ninguém mudar isso .. as vezes coisas bobas são o motivo de grandes tristezas, das maiores saudades e dos piores arrependimentos. cuide com carinho, não deixe ir mas se for e valer a pena ... corra atrás !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 18px;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;eu nem me lembro como eu era antes .. antes de tudo isso acontecer, antes de ver teu sorriso de sentir teu beijo, antes de me tornar completamente dependente de você ! como em um passe de mágica me tornei alguém completamente diferente do que eu julgava ser... passei a pensar duas vezes no que fazer, comecei a imaginar o que você pensaria pra depois resolver fazer algo... quando que no passado eu faria isso por alguém me diz? quando? queria não ter mudado tanto, por que no passado a &amp;nbsp;única prejudicada fui &quot;eu&quot; e sinceramente e to vendo toda essa história passar como um filme na minha cabeça, to vendo todo aquele passado voltando de uma maneira diferente .. tenho muito medo dessa história toda acabar igual ao passado .. ou melhor medo de toda nossa história virar um passado.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXha5a1HA48/UDLyQVfB1uI/AAAAAAAAAZA/y-0Torq0Rrc/s1600/BGD.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rXha5a1HA48/UDLyQVfB1uI/AAAAAAAAAZA/y-0Torq0Rrc/s320/BGD.jpg&quot; width=&quot;310&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;e você não imagina quantos sorrisos eu já dei, quantas vezes já parei pra pensar naqueles momentos que agnt passou. quantas vezes fiquei com medo de falar algo e acabar passando por boba. quantas vezes segurei o choro ao te ver com outra e não poder fazer nada. quantas vezes fiquei sem reação, perdi o rumo ao te ver abrir aquele sorriso lindo.. quantas vezes parei pra pensar no futuro e como seria dificil sem você. quantas vezes pensei em seguir em frente, tentei te esquecer .. mas só de ouvir teu nome já fiquei toda boba e acabei lembrando do que era pra esquecer .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;fazer por fazer é fácil, fazer por sentimento é raridade. falar que ama, todos falam .. provar poucos conseguem.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;você se encaixa em tudo que eu preciso, sem tirar nem por .. me completa de uma forma que jamais imaginei, trás paz e sentido ao meu sorriso. felicidade constante é saber que te tenho aqui e que do meu lado é o seu lugar. de onde você jamais sairá.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de repente vem aquela vontade de voltar atrás, de sentir tudo de novo .. mas se fosse realmente bom pra mim não estaria no passado, se fosse realmente pra mim estaria no presento, estaria no futuro, estaria aqui !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;Nossa sintonia era tão forte que até os mais felizes casais possuíam inveja, e olha que nunca chegamos a ser um casal. Éramos amigos, parceiros, companheiros, éramos um só sorriso. Te ver feliz me fazia feliz. E essa felicidade não se aguentou dentro de mim, não consegui suportar o peso que um sentimento traz. Me vi confusa, sentindo coisas que nunca havia sentido antes. Por que eu estava sentindo essas borboletas em meu estômago? E eu não me aguentei, tive de voltar a ser quem eu era antes de te conhecer. Te afastei, machuquei e fingi que nunca senti. Te fiz sofrer e sofri junto. Ao te deixar partir eu sabia que não teria volta, e essa foi a decisão mais dura que já tomei em toda minha vida.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999;&quot;&gt;dá muito valor ao pouco, aproveita ao máximo por que quando esse &quot;pouco&quot; se for . ele acabará se tornando &quot;tudo&quot;&lt;br /&gt;@nattaliamattos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/4062100322883951154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/4062100322883951154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattaliamatos.blogspot.com/2012/06/da-muito-valor-ao-pouco-aproveita-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851838851882563953.post-8360652764437188104</id><published>2012-06-28T15:52:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-28T15:58:23.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;a direção da vida é para frente como seria bom se todos soubessem .. como seriam bom se todos conseguissem seguir em frente, sem nenhum&amp;nbsp;obstáculo..&amp;nbsp;sem nenhuma duvida . sem absolutamente nada que nos fizesse parar e olhar para trás. o passado existe para ser lembrado, mas não para interferir no futuro ... por mais que seja&amp;nbsp;difícil, temos que seguir em frente. impedir que &lt;b&gt;nada Absolutamente nada&lt;/b&gt; nos deixe parar, impedir que nada nos faça querer voltar . por que é pra frente que se anda, e é lá na frente que muita coisa boa pode e vai acontecer !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;me flagrei vendo suas fotos,&amp;nbsp;admirando&amp;nbsp;seu sorriso .. não é por querer isso pra mim já é tão normal. as coisas parecem ser tão normais quando o assunto é você . me acostumei de um jeito tão inocente e sem perceber você já fazia parte do meu dia a dia . não que eu queira mais fazia...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;ficamos embriagados por estes amores de&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;ocasião&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;que depois ao acordarmos de porre morremos de dor de cabeça por dias ate recobrar a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;consciência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;de que viver é bem mais do que uma bebedeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 14px;&quot;&gt;josé matos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/3188204552708012409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/3188204552708012409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattaliamatos.blogspot.com/2012/06/ficamos-embriagados-por-estes-amores-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851838851882563953.post-3695307952634454396</id><published>2012-06-14T21:42:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T21:42:54.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #666666; font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Todas decisões de nossas vidas deveriam se basear em&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&quot;eu realmente preciso passar por isso?&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;line-height: 21px; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;. Se a resposta for não, caia fora sem olhar para trás. Enfrentar problemas desnecessários não vai te levar pra frente e estampar um sorriso no seu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;&quot;isabela freitas&quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/3695307952634454396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3851838851882563953/posts/default/3695307952634454396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nattaliamatos.blogspot.com/2012/06/todas-decisoes-de-nossas-vidas-deveriam.html' title=''/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3851838851882563953.post-8578179259666681549</id><published>2012-06-14T21:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2012-06-14T21:24:19.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;sinto ao dizer que omiti algumas verdades, deixei de dizer o quanto tudo foi importante.. o quanto eu era feliz, toda a saudade que eu senti, deixei você simplesmente ir .. por que um dia ouvi, que se fosse meu voltaria . mas ai me pergunto se você não pensou o mesmo e se não está a minha espera até agora. quero um dia poder esclarecer essa duvida, quero um dia ter a certeza que esse meu orgulho não interferiu em absolutamente nada.. mas até esse dia chegar, eu vou guardar pra mim ..tudo que um dia eu pensei dizer, todas duvidas que você nunca irá responder.. por um capricho meu, por ter te deixado ir ..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;&lt;i&gt;e do nada eu me lembro de você, basta apenas algumas &amp;nbsp;palavras que você costumava dizer, nos gestos que você gostava de fazer, como me tratava e até o jeito de caminhar .. tem coisas que por mais que agente queira, não dá pra esquecer !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #c27ba0;&quot;&gt;aprender a ser forte sozinha, pois ninguém vai ser forte por você. ninguém vai estar no seu lugar quando alguma decisão tiver que ser tomada ou algum problema tiver que ser resolvido. nunca se deixar de lado por causa de outra pessoa, por que quando você vê .. largou toda sua vida de presente na mão de um outro alguém isso pode até parecer uma boa ideia. ter alguém, pra resolver as coisas, pra tomar certas decisões é ótimo .. mas e se do nada essa pessoa resolve te devolver sua vida, seus problemas e tudo mais ? ai você que estava acostuma a ter uma certa comodidade acaba sofrendo .. pois não foi forte o suficiente pra lidar com todas situações sozinha enquanto era tempo de se aprender .. de fortalecer . agora vê se aprende na marra a ser forte e viver por você .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;cada dia mais estou presa em você, mesmo sem motivo nenhum tudo aconteceu.. e sem nenhum motivo vai continuar acontecendo .. vou me acostumar a querer te ter e não poder, me acostumando a ser só sua e você de ninguém .. mas a lógica é um dia tudo mudar e quando eu desacostumar não peça pra me ter .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #666666;&quot;&gt;te devo tudo, te agradeço por tudo .. tu és a melhor e ninguém do mundo jamais irá tirar o teu lugar . mãe é só uma é que cuida, que ensina, que briga, que ama acima de tudo ! e eu tenho orgulho de dizer que tu é a minha. guerreira faz de tudo por mim, sei que jamais vou conseguir lhe retribuir esses anos todos de carinho e amor, mas o que estiver no meu alcance por ti eu faço, por ti eu do a vida se necessário .. não me imagino sem você ! e se um dia eu poder fazer um único pedido .. seria que tu e o pai fossem eternos, por que vocês pra mim são tudo! mãe parabéns pelo teu dia, eu te amo demais !&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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