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"Refugio-me na loucura porque não me resta o chato meio termo do estado de coisas comum. Quero ver coisas novas — e isso eu só conseguirei se não tiver mais medo da loucura."<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Não tem calmante como um abraço apertado,</b></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Um amigo é tiro e queda pra curar a solidão,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Sorrisos de hora em hora pra acabar com a tristeza,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>A vida não tem bula é só seguir o coração</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Num dia xarope, esconde o tedio,</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Junte os amigos... Rir é remédio...</b></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b> </b></span></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Tomar uma dose de forte emoção,</b></span></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><b>Felicidade não tem contra-indicação...</b></span></span></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320288013588881510-3082360156793413790?l=rose-flor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 15px;"><b>t<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e amo, com todo ódio que te tenho</span></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Amo com o mais suave dos venenos</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com o mais doce sentimento</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com a dor mais profunda</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">de alguém chora em silêncio</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: bold;"><br />
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</span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">****</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eu te amo</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></b></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">e te odeio!</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">com todos os sentimentos</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">como a tempestade que passa</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">como o assobio de um leve vento.</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">****</span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Eu te odeio,</span></b></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320288013588881510-5687848054733540039?l=rose-flor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0c343d;"><b>Devemos buscar amigos como buscamos livros. Acertar na procura. Não exija que sejam muitos, mas que sejam bons. Não exija que sejam ricos, mas que sejam fiéis. Não exija que tenha boa profissão, mas sim de bom coração.Os livros nos tiram da turbulência da alma, nos fazem refletir sobre grandes acontecimentos, mas o amigo converte tormentas e tempestades em chuva de sentimentos</b></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320288013588881510-291402332520748146?l=rose-flor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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<br /><i><big>O AMOR ...</big></i>
<br /><i><big>É difícil para os indecisos.</big></i>
<br /><i><big>É assustador para os medrosos.</big></i>
<br /><i><big>Avassalador para os apaixonados!</big></i>
<br /><i><big>Mas, os vencedores no amor</big></i>
<br /><i><big>são os fortes.</big></i>
<br /><i><big>Os que sabem o que querem</big></i>
<br /><i><big>e querem o que têm!</big></i>
<br /><i><big>Sonhar um sonho a dois,</big></i>
<br /><i><big>e nunca desistir da busca de ser feliz,</big></i>
<br /><i><big>é para poucos!</big></i>
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<br /><i><big>Cecília Meireles </big></i>
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<br />Gosto e preciso de ti,
<br />mas quero logo explicar:
<br />Não gosto porque preciso...
<br />Preciso sim por gostar.
<br />-Mário Lago-
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<br />Só há uma forma de se estar perto
<br />quando se está muito longe:
<br />se fecha os olhos, bem forte,
<br />e pensa e deseja muito, muito, muito
<br />estar juntinho de quem ama.
<br />Porque no amor tem dessas coisas,
<br />a gente só não pode abrir os olhos,
<br />a gente só não pode deixar de acreditar...
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<br />Cáh Morandi <div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7320288013588881510-7895730912410054251?l=rose-flor.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>
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