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Aprendi com o tempo que a felicidade verdadeira é aquela onde você consegue ser feliz com você e depois por ter as outras pessoas ou outras coisas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-5919536937229255006?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Se é para ser, para estar&lt;br /&gt;
Que o velho não te atrapalhe nem o bloqueie&lt;br /&gt;
Desfaça-se daquelas velhas cartas de amor, daquele histórico de mensagens que hoje já não vale mais nada, rasgue aquele bilhetinho fofo do início do relacionamento, jogue fora o CD com dedicatória que ele te deu.&lt;br /&gt;
Para o novo chegar é preciso que o velho vá embora e muitas vezes ele não se vai porque você não deixa.&lt;br /&gt;
Nem sempre o velho te persegue, muitas vezes você persegue o velho.&lt;br /&gt;
Para que insistir naquele que só te fez mal ou naquele que te fez bem só enquanto durou?&lt;br /&gt;
Não foque sua vida naquilo que foi bom e sim naquilo que será bom!&lt;br /&gt;
O velho só é bom quando existe uma boa lembrança, uma história para contar, quando serve de exemplo para não cometer os mesmos erros e para nos fazer crescer!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fora isto, ele só serve de amarras e muletas para podermos dizer como somos infelizes sem nos sentirmos culpados!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Desamarre-se do seu passado e viva seu presente pensando no futuro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-7043542793670088753?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Meus fatos e meus eus&lt;br /&gt;
Eu espero pelo novo, mas eu também busco ele&lt;br /&gt;
Minhas feridas, meus tropeços, meus erros estão comigo&lt;br /&gt;
Caminhando enquanto ando também&lt;br /&gt;
Minha bagagem contém bons e maus momentos&lt;br /&gt;
Contém minha essência e esta não dá para me desfazer&lt;br /&gt;
Com o tempo, mais bagagem, mais defeitos e mais qualidades ou aprendizados&lt;br /&gt;
Para conviver comigo, basta aceitar meus erros, elogiar minhas qualidades e não se esquecer de que sou humana.&lt;br /&gt;
Farei o que puder para não ser o máximo do meu defeito e nem o mínimo da minha qualidade, mas aceite.&lt;br /&gt;
Aceite a possibilidade de falharmos juntos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-1316532505606900945?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Menos tempo temos&lt;br /&gt;
Não precisamos mais de certas convicções &lt;br /&gt;
Não precisamos mais ter certeza, porque a certeza é tão relativa&lt;br /&gt;
A verdade também&lt;br /&gt;
O que é verdadeiro para você, nem sempre é verdadeiro para mim&lt;br /&gt;
Não brigamos mais por tudo, tentamos discutir menos&lt;br /&gt;
Não vale a pena, não precisamos mais disto para nos auto-afirmarmos&lt;br /&gt;
Somos aquilo que construímos até agora e se não foi o melhor, tentamos&lt;br /&gt;
A pressa de tudo para ontem&lt;br /&gt;
De não posso esperar mais, tem que ser hoje&lt;br /&gt;
Ela ainda existe, mas quando não é possível a gente entende melhor que fazer bico&lt;br /&gt;
Não somos perfeitos, mas conseguimos conviver com isto se cobrando menos&lt;br /&gt;
Nossos amores aqueles cegos, não são mais os mesmos&lt;br /&gt;
Não é mais o cara mais bonito ou o cara que todo mundo quer&lt;br /&gt;
É aquele que te entenda em um simples olhar&lt;br /&gt;
Mamãe, eu cresci, mas às vezes queria tanto voltar no tempo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-6679054299092284420?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Garganta seca&lt;br /&gt;
Uma angústia que não tem motivo&lt;br /&gt;
É um ir e vir sem poder&lt;br /&gt;
É a liberdade a todo custo&lt;br /&gt;
E que custo é este &lt;br /&gt;
Intenso e dolorido&lt;br /&gt;
Que preço temos que pagar&lt;br /&gt;
Para estarmos ao lado apenas das melhores pessoas?&lt;br /&gt;
Para sorrir a todo sempre?&lt;br /&gt;
Qual noite é boa?&lt;br /&gt;
E qual dia faz bem?&lt;br /&gt;
Qual amor vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;
E em qual esquecer faz bem?&lt;br /&gt;
Me solte&lt;br /&gt;
Tire as amarras&lt;br /&gt;
Tire minhas algemas&lt;br /&gt;
E me livre&lt;br /&gt;
Para todo o sempre, amém!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-610457198310226869?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ou cansaço&lt;br /&gt;
Podia ser da mentra&lt;br /&gt;
Ou apenas do descaso&lt;br /&gt;
Mas foi mais&lt;br /&gt;
Foi forte&lt;br /&gt;
Foi um misto&lt;br /&gt;
Foi para não se esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
Intenso&lt;br /&gt;
Por dentro e por fora&lt;br /&gt;
Podia ser de mentira&lt;br /&gt;
Mas toda aquela história de faz de conta&lt;br /&gt;
Foi trocada por toda aquela verdade&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-7512517994605534630?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As apostas, indecorosas&lt;br /&gt;
Mas o melhor que eu tinha para jogar&lt;br /&gt;
Joguei&lt;br /&gt;
Depositei as fichas, todas elas, no seu jogo&lt;br /&gt;
Entrei para ganhar&lt;br /&gt;
Para conseguir o prêmio&lt;br /&gt;
Apostei!&lt;br /&gt;
Você teve bônus&lt;br /&gt;
Como prêmio máximo, eu&lt;br /&gt;
E eu&lt;br /&gt;
Na condição de jogadora novata perdi o jogo para você&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-488154966444628113?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Deixaria lá um pouco de mim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E ficaria com um pouco de você&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Seu cafuné me devolveria aos bons tempos&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E com meus olhos fechados sentiria seu carinho&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Por um momento seus planos e os meus seriam apenas um&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Seus dedos passavam entre os meus cabelos fazendo sentir aquele soninho gostoso&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Minhas mãos passariam suavemente sobre seus braços&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Você, que sempre tem resposta a tudo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Não tinha palavras para mim&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Só me olhava...&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Eu me entreguei completamente aquela sensação e torcia em silêncio para que você nunca mais fosse embora&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Seus lábios finalmente encostavam-se ao meus&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
E meus sentimentos confusos queriam te pedir para ficar, mas eu não dizia&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Você em silêncio continuava a me olhar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Eu, paralisada queria te pedir para ficar&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Nós dois achávamos que já sabíamos tudo&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Nós dois queríamos saber ainda mais&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Aquela cena poderia ficar congelada pela eternidade&lt;/div&gt;
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E porque a porta do carro ralou no poste&lt;br /&gt;
É porque a vaga que era sua, que você deu seta avisando que ia entrar do estacionamento do supermercado foi ocupada por alguém bem mais rápido e bem mais esperto que você&lt;br /&gt;
É o tipinho "to nem ai" para aquele cara que está ai para você, enquanto você fica treinando o que vai ou não falar para ele não perceber&lt;br /&gt;
É tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;
E tanta coisa pequena, ínfima!&lt;br /&gt;
Tantos detalhes que se tornam gigantes diante da covardia do mundo que a gente fica assim&lt;br /&gt;
Com medo&lt;br /&gt;
Pensando em como se esconder diante do mundo&lt;br /&gt;
Em como não demonstrar sentimento&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia iremos embora deste mundo e ai?&lt;br /&gt;
Ainda vai valer a pena?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(texto feito em homenagem a irmã de uma amiga que eu não cheguei a conhecer, mas que faleceu dormindo hoje)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-1025631433458052471?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Amor de sobra&lt;br /&gt;
Carinhos e mimos&lt;br /&gt;
Um coração explodindo de carinho&lt;br /&gt;
Está tudo aqui dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
Preso &lt;br /&gt;
Implorando para ser solto&lt;br /&gt;
Tenho tudo em grande quantidade&lt;br /&gt;
Está tudo aqui para quem souber lapidar&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem souber entender&lt;br /&gt;
Para quem quiser me amar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-1749778566027596729?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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É tão grande, tão maior que tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Que ela vive um dilema&lt;br /&gt;
Imóvel&lt;br /&gt;
Sente pedaços dela em confronto&lt;br /&gt;
Uma parte corre, outra quer permanecer &lt;br /&gt;
Uma parte faz diferente de tudo o que já fez&lt;br /&gt;
E a outra pára no mesmo lugar de sempre&lt;br /&gt;
A imagem fixada&lt;br /&gt;
A vontade camuflada em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
O travesseiro como seu único companheiro&lt;br /&gt;
Ele sabe&lt;br /&gt;
Ela sabe&lt;br /&gt;
E ninguém mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-224549916080781788?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não sei se a palavra seria triste&lt;br /&gt;
Mas era para eu acordar me sentindo estranha&lt;br /&gt;
Me sentindo passada para trás &lt;br /&gt;
Ou até esquecida&lt;br /&gt;
Era para eu achar que perdi muito tempo dedicado em orações, pensamentos e criando histórias em cima de nós&lt;br /&gt;
Era até para eu querer tirar satisfações&lt;br /&gt;
Existem?&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje, era um dia que tinha tudo para dar errado&lt;br /&gt;
Mas deu tudo certo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-4947685251832500369?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Pela sua indiferença&lt;br /&gt;
Pela minha insistência&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo seu coração ocupado&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo meu destino maltratado&lt;br /&gt;
Por aquele telefonema não recebido&lt;br /&gt;
Aquele carinho não usado&lt;br /&gt;
Por tantas faltas&lt;br /&gt;
Por tão pouco e tanto ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;
Por tudo que não foi nada&lt;br /&gt;
Por nada que me trouxe tudo&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ainda te espero&lt;br /&gt;
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Se me quiser, estarei lá, totalmente&lt;br /&gt;
Sem meias dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;
Sem meias palavras&lt;br /&gt;
Sem meios toques&lt;br /&gt;
Sem nãos&lt;br /&gt;
Só sims&lt;br /&gt;
Se quiser assim, será&lt;br /&gt;
Completamente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-2795295986633017286?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Que penso que não vou mais voltar  &lt;br /&gt;
Sinto como se meu pé ficasse amarrado &lt;br /&gt;
Me despeço daquele tempo, mas não como deveria&lt;br /&gt;
A sua presença ainda me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;
Sua voz, seu canto, seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;
Seu encanto, seu talento&lt;br /&gt;
Eu recuo, eu esboço um conformismo, eu finjo que tá tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;
Eu volto dois passos...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu ando, não tropeço no passado, não escolho meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;
Caminho em linha reta&lt;br /&gt;
E aquela coisa toda&lt;br /&gt;
E aquele desejo inteiro volta tão forte, volta tão claro para mim que parece que ele nem foi embora, que o desejo só foi dormir um pouquinho para acordar mais forte ainda!&lt;br /&gt;
Procuro meu racional, ele grita para eu te deixar ai&lt;br /&gt;
Mas meus ouvidos não querem prestar atenção&lt;br /&gt;
Ouvidos cegos, olhos surdos&lt;br /&gt;
Desejos mudos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faço minhas orações, peço proteção &lt;br /&gt;
E acredite, até lá você me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;
E quem faz você me rodear sou eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sigo em frente, respiro fundo e tento caminhar&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo menos mais dois passos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-8990995269007727535?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Iria esquentar meu café com leite e enquanto isto caminharia até seu quarto&lt;br /&gt;
Ela estaria deitada pronta para dizer "Bom dia!!"&lt;br /&gt;
Enquanto eu tomasse meu café com leite conversaríamos sobre vários assuntos, inclusive todas as notícias da madrugada que ela havia escutado no radinho de pilha&lt;br /&gt;
Eu iria para meu banho habitual, me arrumaria para ir trabalhar&lt;br /&gt;
Perguntaria como de costume: esta roupa tá boa?&lt;br /&gt;
" Esta linda!" &lt;br /&gt;
To indo!!!! Daria um beijo e sairia de casa&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Se estivesse para chover ela informaria a típica frase "leva o guarda-chuva", se tivesse trânsito "evite passar por tal endereço", se fosse esfriar "a temperatura vai mudar", se eu não estivesse bem "calmaaaaa" e muitas outras frases...&lt;br /&gt;
O dia passaria e independente do que acontecesse eu voltaria para meu refúgio, para meu aconchego, para seus braços&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu chegasse brava, ela esperaria até a poeira baixar para sondar o que tinha acontecido&lt;br /&gt;
Se eu chegasse contente, ela ficaria com um sorriso largo de lado a lado pronta para ouvir a história&lt;br /&gt;
E se eu me atrasasse me ligaria, porque além de tudo ela era um GPS, calculava a rota que eu tinha que fazer e o tempo provável que eu demoraria para fazer esta rota, dava uma meia hora a cinquenta minutos de tolerância pelo trânsito e se eu não aparecesse ela ligava para saber se eu já estava a caminho&lt;br /&gt;
Todas as noites antes de dormir, fazia questão de dar um beijo, um abraço nela e e dizer eu te amo e ela diria: "eu também"&lt;br /&gt;
Nenhum peso, nenhuma dor, nenhuma falta&lt;br /&gt;
Muito amor, muita paz e muita luz&lt;br /&gt;
Esta foi minha rotina, minha escolha e meu maior amor vivido&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mãe, continue brilhando dai que eu continuarei aplaudindo daqui&lt;br /&gt;
Saudades&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-2042473644544818014?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tão solitário&lt;br /&gt;
Tão choroso&lt;br /&gt;
Há uma necessidade em massa em querer estar com alguém, em compartilhar, mas ao mesmo tempo um medo tão grande em se entregar de verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Em dividir sentimento &lt;br /&gt;
Em não ser correspondido&lt;br /&gt;
Eu fico pensando como será o futuro dos meus sobrinhos, o futuro dos meus filhos, que ainda espero ter&lt;br /&gt;
Qual será a moda?&lt;br /&gt;
Não avisar seus passos, não ter o cuidado de doenças...&lt;br /&gt;
E filhos? &lt;br /&gt;
Não existirão?&lt;br /&gt;
Fui criada num ambiente de amor, com dor, mas de amor&lt;br /&gt;
Não acreditei em conto de fadas, acreditei em vidas reais, com dificuldades, mas sempre juntos&lt;br /&gt;
Sabe aquela frase de casamento?&lt;br /&gt;
"...na saúde e na doença, na alegria e na tristeza...?"&lt;br /&gt;
Fui criada em cima disto&lt;br /&gt;
Acreditando que independente do que estejamos passando teremos um ao outro até o fim&lt;br /&gt;
Questiono muito a adversidade humana, a criação das pessoas e no que elas acreditam, mas ainda não desisti de acreditar que se aconteceu com meus pais, ainda pode acontecer comigo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-4681783327626349883?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E esta parte é exatamente aquela que você tem que sair de frente da tela&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-7431736861705922299?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ela pensa várias coisas ao mesmo tempo e embora não saiba de onde venha esta vontade &lt;br /&gt;
Embora só sinta &lt;br /&gt;
Ela não quer que isto acabe&lt;br /&gt;
Quer sentir mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;
Não tem cor&lt;br /&gt;
Tem cuidado &lt;br /&gt;
Tem vontade &lt;br /&gt;
Mas não tem nome &lt;br /&gt;
Pensa em largar tudo e correr sem olhar para trás&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo sem saber atrás do que ela precisa correr&lt;br /&gt;
Ela quer partir&lt;br /&gt;
Seguir seu instinto e deixar seu coração voar&lt;br /&gt;
Quer ir ao encontro do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;
Aquele que prometeram a ela que será perfeito&lt;br /&gt;
Ela já não olha mais no relógio&lt;br /&gt;
Agora se preocupa com o despertar!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-8805600460999319155?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;
O que falta você levar?&lt;br /&gt;
Tirou meu fôlego&lt;br /&gt;
Minha calma&lt;br /&gt;
Meu amor&lt;br /&gt;
Minha vontade de amar novamente&lt;br /&gt;
Já até te sinto distante dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;
Só que ainda me sinto presa  &lt;br /&gt;
Não quero mais isto&lt;br /&gt;
Me liberte!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Me faça querer estar com alguém novamente&lt;br /&gt;
Me desame&lt;br /&gt;
E se já não me ama mais, não pense em nós&lt;br /&gt;
Porque esté nós já acabou faz tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E você pensar faz a gente se conectar de novo&lt;br /&gt;
E eu não posso&lt;br /&gt;
Não posso, não quero, não preciso mais&lt;br /&gt;
Troco a euforia por algo constante, tranquilo e verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;
Troco este seu amor, apego ou sei lá eu que nome você dá&lt;br /&gt;
Por uma oportunidade nova!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-1772866364208520336?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Já tentei dividir em partes&lt;br /&gt;
Já tentei isolar o caso&lt;br /&gt;
Já analisei cada caso como este &lt;br /&gt;
Tirei raiz quadrada&lt;br /&gt;
Dividi por dois, por três e até quatro&lt;br /&gt;
Já rezei antes de dormir para descobrir a resposta&lt;br /&gt;
E já até coloquei no papel para ver se fica mais claro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somo, diminuo, aumento multiplico e não sai o resultado&lt;br /&gt;
Não adianta, estou presa e não consigo fazer nada para resolver este problema matemático que soma, diminui e não da resultado algum&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Ah, já tentei criar um mantra também, mas ele não me resolveu nada, apenas em me deixar cada vez mais sem foco.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A sensação que me dá é que a avenida em que me encontro está me levando ao caminho errado, mas é só impressão porque eu vejo todos os carros caminhando no mesmo sentido e seria loucura minha querer mudar este percurso.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Isto vai acabar, um dia não só vai como tem que acabar, só preciso descobrir como!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-2820365202060759474?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sempre acreditasse se quebrasse&lt;br /&gt;
É como o vaso que se parte em mil pedacinhos&lt;br /&gt;
E que por mais que eu tente juntar não consigo montá-lo novamente da mesma forma&lt;br /&gt;
É como um amigo querido ter sumido da sua vida sem motivo algum&lt;br /&gt;
É bom ao mesmo tempo em que é estranho&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei que jamais vou conseguir olhar aquela paisagem da mesma forma&lt;br /&gt;
Porque aquela paisagem já não causa em mim a emoção que causava&lt;br /&gt;
Já não me faz arrepiar&lt;br /&gt;
Já não acelera meu coração e nem me aquece&lt;br /&gt;
Ela apenas existe&lt;br /&gt;
Não me parece real, não me parece verdadeira&lt;br /&gt;
Parece uma montagem&lt;br /&gt;
Uma lente de aumento&lt;br /&gt;
Ou uma lente caprichada&lt;br /&gt;
Agora não dói&lt;br /&gt;
Agora não se faz de forte&lt;br /&gt;
Agora já não sente nada&lt;br /&gt;
Agora só ouve, vê e passa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-5014656221132358360?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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E quando vê é ele quem está brincando com a gente&lt;br /&gt;
Ele não volta&lt;br /&gt;
Ele vai numa linha reta e segue sem que nada e nem ninguém mude seu percurso&lt;br /&gt;
O tempo te faz ver o que você era e o que você se tornou&lt;br /&gt;
Querendo ou não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O meu lugar seguro não mora aqui &lt;br /&gt;
Mora lá atrás&lt;br /&gt;
Mora naquela casinha &lt;br /&gt;
Vive aqueles dias felizes&lt;br /&gt;
Aqueles momentos especiais&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gente brinca com o tempo&lt;br /&gt;
E quando vê é ele quem está brincando com a gente&lt;br /&gt;
Ele faz piada, da risada, aposta e você ainda acha que está ganhando dele&lt;br /&gt;
O tempo, nosso aliado e ao mesmo tempo inimigo não pensa na possibilidade do botão pause&lt;br /&gt;
Não imagina que tudo o que nós queríamos era o seu controle remoto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-1247333201826210772?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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A mesma parte que acreditou por muito tempo que você não iria embora nunca, conseguiu entender que certas coisas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;
Certas coisas sempre são iguais&lt;br /&gt;
A parte que está indo embora sente dores&lt;br /&gt;
Dores pela partida, pela acomodação&lt;br /&gt;
Estava acomodada em ver que você estava lá&lt;br /&gt;
Você só não tinha morrido dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hoje minha parte de você que se foi antes de partir olhou para mim e disse:&lt;br /&gt;
- Não apareça nunca mais!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4117307810844284681-7375415255512113412?l=lifesunscreen.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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