tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50872925965242873782024-03-12T21:24:24.806-07:00°✿° Lah Spindola °✿°♥ Tô me aproximando de tudo que me faz completa,me faz feliz e que me quer bem!Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.comBlogger121125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-39074194108901116012011-09-29T16:25:00.000-07:002011-09-29T16:25:50.416-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nv1FqYgHDVoYcZcsy98PuxtsZ1Qyk3SYkZz6foFGRQtJydDMRC6o8wEq3d-SNtajzNIf1hyp8e7RL5_s4y9sZlounwOos9EaeweokVDC5uz-Zlwtp6_N5Qj_DpKz5XY09L_HAXRV81w/s1600/florzinha.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8nv1FqYgHDVoYcZcsy98PuxtsZ1Qyk3SYkZz6foFGRQtJydDMRC6o8wEq3d-SNtajzNIf1hyp8e7RL5_s4y9sZlounwOos9EaeweokVDC5uz-Zlwtp6_N5Qj_DpKz5XY09L_HAXRV81w/s320/florzinha.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i>Não se admire se um dia um beija flor invadir a porta da tua casa te der um beijo e partir.</i><br />
<b>Djavan</b>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-32426481972099811222011-09-29T16:21:00.000-07:002011-09-29T16:21:24.749-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDX9CtB85xozNzrPf_wGI1c2mNwOPCCv6p63BGiLoqEmxDoMHze8VpiDcdM9QSgyLwC4ZAl224X-JweLEHtok8E4O-5h8BmTijxZwRU1-7LowLwZxZS-_7FSbebQF1mk-Jm-MYIdzm6Y/s1600/gostomuito.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRDX9CtB85xozNzrPf_wGI1c2mNwOPCCv6p63BGiLoqEmxDoMHze8VpiDcdM9QSgyLwC4ZAl224X-JweLEHtok8E4O-5h8BmTijxZwRU1-7LowLwZxZS-_7FSbebQF1mk-Jm-MYIdzm6Y/s320/gostomuito.png" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i>E eu nem sei o que eu gosto tanto em você... Só sei que gosto, e muito.</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-6310542226091262262011-09-27T17:28:00.000-07:002011-09-27T17:28:02.090-07:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></i></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">Ou me quer e vem, ou não me quer e não vem. Mas que me diga logo pra que eu possa desocupar o coração. Avisei que não dou mais nenhum sinal de vida. E não darei. Não é mais possível. Não vou me alimentar de ilusões. Prefiro reconhecer com o máximo de tranqüilidade possível que estou só do que ficar a mercê de visitas adiadas, encontros transferidos.<br />
( Caio F. Abreu )</span></i></span></h6>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-43376098383726615132011-09-14T16:50:00.000-07:002011-09-14T16:50:45.802-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaFWxAOB704qd6I8G-594NwwDee3sOmigHtl-AbYKt-7_I2zt6lCyiK7iE4f8cflf5fzm1KQU0a77ltTobdAcdpMFtBTtB0pGo1TaOkCJ6l3sCO6KNzyLBKJqu6PnOzSGK3sLEUxiMws/s1600/sorriso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZaFWxAOB704qd6I8G-594NwwDee3sOmigHtl-AbYKt-7_I2zt6lCyiK7iE4f8cflf5fzm1KQU0a77ltTobdAcdpMFtBTtB0pGo1TaOkCJ6l3sCO6KNzyLBKJqu6PnOzSGK3sLEUxiMws/s320/sorriso.jpg" width="212" /></a></div><br />
<i>Sabes sempre como transformar a minha mágoa num sorriso. ♥</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-55925587241864996062011-09-14T16:34:00.000-07:002011-09-14T16:34:15.366-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Eles dizem que é impossível encontrar o amor sem perder a razão.<br />
Mas pra quem tem pensamento forte o impossível é só questão de opinião.<br />
<em>E disso os loucos sabem. Só os loucos sabem</em> (Charlie Brown Jr.)</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-29541218942295588322011-09-12T16:24:00.000-07:002011-09-12T16:24:09.073-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><i>Já tentei interpretar o silêncio, já acordei e adormeci pensando na mesma pessoa...Já fui mais feliz durante 24h do que durante 2 anos, já chorei de felicidade com uma simples mensagem, já senti falta de alguém sem nunca a ter tido por perto. </i></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i>Já liguei só para escutar uma voz. Já me apaixonei por um sorriso.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i> Já vivi de amor e fiz juras eternas! Já tive medo de perder alguém! </i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; text-align: center;"><i> Já me arrependi de muita coisa.</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-7579565744895027502011-09-12T16:08:00.000-07:002011-09-12T16:08:03.827-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLNEQ5UXYV_jS8RcdDLi-Z9rB1wmX90Lq0UVSGYNncSpHRG3bMwLvL8AbliX3VrVwKDDH0jbLkkY-athwNQKUKiFFF8PlEpcytDHW69eNnloju6NwAfh5VBfg5iEV7SCUaqKTiJWlUSg/s1600/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFLNEQ5UXYV_jS8RcdDLi-Z9rB1wmX90Lq0UVSGYNncSpHRG3bMwLvL8AbliX3VrVwKDDH0jbLkkY-athwNQKUKiFFF8PlEpcytDHW69eNnloju6NwAfh5VBfg5iEV7SCUaqKTiJWlUSg/s320/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" width="180" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>você encontrará a felicidade com quem menos espera...</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-21174629350370106882011-09-12T16:01:00.000-07:002011-09-12T16:01:40.859-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>"Se for falar mal de mim me chame, sei coisas terríveis a meu respeito."</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><u><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;">Tati Bernardi</span></b><b><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif; font-size: x-small;"> </span></b></u><i><br />
</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-70371167341196533372011-09-12T15:39:00.000-07:002011-09-12T15:39:36.212-07:00<div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Tinha terminado, então. Porque a gente, alguma coisa dentro da gente, sempre sabe exatamente quando termina.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><b>C.F.A </b></i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-4984326823218317852011-08-30T17:03:00.000-07:002011-08-30T17:03:41.723-07:00<div align="center"></div><div align="left" class="ecxf15 ecxfcinza"><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_cSMiG8ENjjOLP6k94gxoCreWDd9k_pKou1zlKxLuMCfTtOl8Xjmv5fWf0IX3Yg5OY6gSMr4BygEnSXPpJDIfZwSyyvT1wAEOC2cupurXSTtFLAPF3UXJG7oiBX4fI4xSTib9e9ErqE/s1600/181646_188942704471095_183922051639827_521457_2822786_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="249" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEit_cSMiG8ENjjOLP6k94gxoCreWDd9k_pKou1zlKxLuMCfTtOl8Xjmv5fWf0IX3Yg5OY6gSMr4BygEnSXPpJDIfZwSyyvT1wAEOC2cupurXSTtFLAPF3UXJG7oiBX4fI4xSTib9e9ErqE/s320/181646_188942704471095_183922051639827_521457_2822786_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Nada de imitar seja lá quem for. Temos de ser nós mesmos. Ser núcleo de cometa, não cauda. Puxar fila, não seguir.</i></div><br />
<i>Monteiro Lobato</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-61944251944700171042011-08-29T16:44:00.000-07:002011-08-29T16:44:37.278-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PHx-PTOlC_1cRc8DvE4I1hosr8AnWL_GLH9UUvsjzS5qHRRJscrILlMpQ16ypuOjpWfAbrrCLroV6eaS2Ixv91b1Noh2GGlsk8DBcOyzf4faC2cjTiUQdFnbc3jl5ikBn8ly_C8T3hE/s1600/youlike.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0PHx-PTOlC_1cRc8DvE4I1hosr8AnWL_GLH9UUvsjzS5qHRRJscrILlMpQ16ypuOjpWfAbrrCLroV6eaS2Ixv91b1Noh2GGlsk8DBcOyzf4faC2cjTiUQdFnbc3jl5ikBn8ly_C8T3hE/s320/youlike.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i> </i><br />
<i>E quando faltarem as palavras</i><br />
<i>que as músicas digam</i><br />
<i>tudo aquilo que ficou por dizer...</i></div><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i><span class="aut"> Dona Geo</span></i></span>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-83674086593736293552011-08-28T15:58:00.000-07:002011-08-28T15:58:51.403-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i>Iria só até o fim.. Daria tudo e mais um pouco de mim!</i></span></div><i><span class="aut">O Teatro Mágico</span></i>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-82329725549781782562011-08-22T15:19:00.000-07:002011-08-22T15:19:39.524-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkhfLKCZZxoybQ-rlePv7ZdRH4QL3XRq5t9EeKyBRkuphKpzYQr_Cc2k64rLBx6DcqXjYECoBw2a3GvlobeZuRhcq1YxYKZAOB9neanD-HTmBG_zvLjtbH4hcLZOZguK0aEpBwI0PbVQ/s1600/loveu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFkhfLKCZZxoybQ-rlePv7ZdRH4QL3XRq5t9EeKyBRkuphKpzYQr_Cc2k64rLBx6DcqXjYECoBw2a3GvlobeZuRhcq1YxYKZAOB9neanD-HTmBG_zvLjtbH4hcLZOZguK0aEpBwI0PbVQ/s320/loveu.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>O segredo da felicidade é encontrar a nossa alegria na alegria dos outros.</i></div><br />
<i>Alexandre Herculano. </i>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-74333141884126664552011-08-09T11:45:00.000-07:002011-08-09T11:45:07.126-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkqA0myzZ4-GNNMLjmC12AIVbwcmoBxQ-GK2NaXfevI1gx2Ovpj7sOWHKA45Yxx0FED41bR62Huev2Vpzb7kBtvBGoSmtZrXOmnHM64DdamSxmnUApM76kfrF-nVyTaDyGOgxCR30GnM/s1600/bolovinteedois.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIkqA0myzZ4-GNNMLjmC12AIVbwcmoBxQ-GK2NaXfevI1gx2Ovpj7sOWHKA45Yxx0FED41bR62Huev2Vpzb7kBtvBGoSmtZrXOmnHM64DdamSxmnUApM76kfrF-nVyTaDyGOgxCR30GnM/s320/bolovinteedois.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">Dia 09 de Agosto de 1989.</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;">As 07:40 da manhã... Eu nasci ^^</span></i></div><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Há certas musicas que você não consegue parar de ouvir, pessoas que nao consegue parar de pensar e sentimentos que nao consegue parar de sentir</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-79916306887999949442011-07-29T08:03:00.000-07:002011-07-29T08:03:24.016-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OiQCkTWKapFSk8gX81WBay9bymLML6GyOaPtRl8lbd_-GJKCwX7LY19En6EJomNIMUKG1rj4z5XU1IJAVzfFjh2paqygjUbgPKqxaGHJ4Ihu5mS9aNqL6grIXTiM1PMFEZ12q9SgvEw/s1600/coffeandbooks.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4OiQCkTWKapFSk8gX81WBay9bymLML6GyOaPtRl8lbd_-GJKCwX7LY19En6EJomNIMUKG1rj4z5XU1IJAVzfFjh2paqygjUbgPKqxaGHJ4Ihu5mS9aNqL6grIXTiM1PMFEZ12q9SgvEw/s320/coffeandbooks.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i>'Pra não pensar na falta, eu me encho de coisas por aí. Me encho de amigos, bares, livros, músicas...'</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
</div><div style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span class="aut">Tati Bernardi</span></i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-23431518363188673392011-07-29T07:52:00.000-07:002011-07-29T07:52:35.433-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIfhzu5a-yStiZajkzOWE0dyZF5osXRvxsEm_IKQDAS175my1wU22Gl1R4H6cy4cN5sv3bQAjYxY2Qamr6qxu7sIFQiuzkxsPbVidEDG_hBK7OvmBnvJqqoHDy_H-8rYuWcNgN0N484g/s1600/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibIfhzu5a-yStiZajkzOWE0dyZF5osXRvxsEm_IKQDAS175my1wU22Gl1R4H6cy4cN5sv3bQAjYxY2Qamr6qxu7sIFQiuzkxsPbVidEDG_hBK7OvmBnvJqqoHDy_H-8rYuWcNgN0N484g/s320/crian%25C3%25A7as.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
Não importa quantas vezes o seu coração seja arrancado da caixa,<br />
Não importa quantas musicas de mágoas você escute ou escreva.<br />
Você sempre vai acabar se apaixonando de novo.Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-64274330738967114802011-07-29T07:24:00.000-07:002011-07-29T07:24:08.555-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9tHM8xEXyDtLC28HqvA9pTuq41kdCBxS4wjyX0rJ4OiIRTjCvxC_Uea5IgyKqbBqUkAo1RKqdXbUzaKuS6kkSezUkNVAtBqFBNDIlAuSQjQn86fDl3_ofOzN1e6oPReDEjXQO-I4dKI/s1600/menina+no+mar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH9tHM8xEXyDtLC28HqvA9pTuq41kdCBxS4wjyX0rJ4OiIRTjCvxC_Uea5IgyKqbBqUkAo1RKqdXbUzaKuS6kkSezUkNVAtBqFBNDIlAuSQjQn86fDl3_ofOzN1e6oPReDEjXQO-I4dKI/s1600/menina+no+mar.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<i>Onde já se viu o mar apaixonado por uma menina?<br />
Quem já conseguiu dominar o amor?<br />
Por que é que o mar não se apaixona por uma lagoa?<br />
Porque a gente nunca sabe de quem vai gostar...</i></div><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span class="aut"> </span></i><br />
<i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="aut">O Teatro Mágico</span></i>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-48701490386277246682011-07-29T07:20:00.000-07:002011-07-29T07:20:16.648-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcJqDr67OyqMbKklZs-uDaljdSAFLVu0iLV2Mujh11O0Kj0wUHaRMcw1M6uagEq3aX6OBsMAiZEw0Af4Jf7VbLolCZvZpZpqdCa2221XVIGjhr-TuH4Xj9IXUxAZ7aZBnkabe9Pl1c3g/s1600/dedinhos.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcJqDr67OyqMbKklZs-uDaljdSAFLVu0iLV2Mujh11O0Kj0wUHaRMcw1M6uagEq3aX6OBsMAiZEw0Af4Jf7VbLolCZvZpZpqdCa2221XVIGjhr-TuH4Xj9IXUxAZ7aZBnkabe9Pl1c3g/s320/dedinhos.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
<i>Tem aquele que parece feio<br />
Mas o coração nos diz que é o mais bonito . </i></div><i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"> <span class="aut"> </span></i><br />
<i style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span class="aut">O teatro Mágico</span></i>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-31722093756222073952011-07-27T08:08:00.000-07:002011-07-27T08:08:27.962-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnTviLuIcPUHAZqrlXzeOKkr7490XEq-AFbUIo8iVSGISXlaMhIr-CejAPZabJVP8CKsxLsXn_KqGESfeLAvlFjIH8QSm4rDPGSMOWe__Fjra5BBhwhMXl0q0TyhzMWdaM85pkOwOeL0/s1600/5963031854_0d79ffa6f4_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRnTviLuIcPUHAZqrlXzeOKkr7490XEq-AFbUIo8iVSGISXlaMhIr-CejAPZabJVP8CKsxLsXn_KqGESfeLAvlFjIH8QSm4rDPGSMOWe__Fjra5BBhwhMXl0q0TyhzMWdaM85pkOwOeL0/s320/5963031854_0d79ffa6f4_z_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i>Eu antes era uma mulher que sabia distinguir as ciosas quando as via. Mas agora cometi o erro grave de pensar.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span class="aut">Clarice Lispector</span></i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-55427181075060538712011-07-27T07:01:00.000-07:002011-07-27T07:01:13.906-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><br />
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<i>Numa experiência pela qual peço perdão a mim mesma, eu estava saindo do meu mundo e entrando no mundo.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span class="aut">Clarice Lispector</span></i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-84488019637674598132011-07-27T06:42:00.000-07:002011-07-27T06:42:19.253-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VHPExkboYxeNI9PGlTdFRu8kiJe9xPlT_w6JMtsiu7pOY94WwzXIgy0g-RMAdbhLr9r8i33wH4Q0IYNh2R1HvZf9ySkZ8CZ0XD7GuRsa56tAhpo4M5SyPitkDtiRHPfMm3HonyF3jJQ/s1600/bbbbbe_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6VHPExkboYxeNI9PGlTdFRu8kiJe9xPlT_w6JMtsiu7pOY94WwzXIgy0g-RMAdbhLr9r8i33wH4Q0IYNh2R1HvZf9ySkZ8CZ0XD7GuRsa56tAhpo4M5SyPitkDtiRHPfMm3HonyF3jJQ/s1600/bbbbbe_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<i>Amar uma pessoa significa querer envelhecer com ela.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i><span class="aut">Albert Camus</span></i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-48007215600767648392011-07-27T06:37:00.000-07:002011-07-27T06:37:43.033-07:00<div class="fr" style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbol79OCEDji1DxeoNhQ4CUer1H-vXL3vPLrhn7ehsyACY1O4V0VnUTa5NeqCPwFLJU4Eh4rZ2Dgsg1IXghs6kshmllq4dJlkXmB2Z4ZlQopEMQSxi5KlmVoKVyZO6nIxuq4zbjOk7H9U/s1600/asas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgbol79OCEDji1DxeoNhQ4CUer1H-vXL3vPLrhn7ehsyACY1O4V0VnUTa5NeqCPwFLJU4Eh4rZ2Dgsg1IXghs6kshmllq4dJlkXmB2Z4ZlQopEMQSxi5KlmVoKVyZO6nIxuq4zbjOk7H9U/s320/asas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<i>Ela acreditava em anjo e, porque acreditava, eles existiam.</i><br />
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</div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>O que estou sentindo hoje não tem explicação.<br />
Sabe quando te falta algo? </i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Hoje o desespero esta tomando conta de mim,dentro do meu peito tem um grito.</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>De dor,de medo...</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>Sinto saudades,sinto raiva,sinto alegria e amor...</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>São sentimentos confusos! Parece efeito de drogas...Cocaina,te consome,outra hora te faz sentir a melhor pessoa da face da terra,mas vem a tristeza...</i></div><div style="font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><i>O que estou sentindo hoje não tem explicação,o desespero está tomando conta de mim!</i></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5087292596524287378.post-77682683051605622962011-07-25T12:27:00.000-07:002011-07-25T12:27:44.503-07:00<div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAi7I5YoKZtyzxtRK9ZF0luVEf81Ma9vu-JZwlFTLHq9AjdcZAfIPqWOrvGG9SIZU_LU5UNb6OhzaEuHJ5ToRwsw25dTN7oCt473qvFQJiAsVqRO20H8hTivzEP0gzbsXoGmc9Rz3pXQ/s1600/tumblr_lj3znrPXrL1qcmiu9o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYAi7I5YoKZtyzxtRK9ZF0luVEf81Ma9vu-JZwlFTLHq9AjdcZAfIPqWOrvGG9SIZU_LU5UNb6OhzaEuHJ5ToRwsw25dTN7oCt473qvFQJiAsVqRO20H8hTivzEP0gzbsXoGmc9Rz3pXQ/s320/tumblr_lj3znrPXrL1qcmiu9o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><i>"Se eu não posso ter, Fico imaginando."</i></span></div><div style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia,"Times New Roman",serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><i> Nando Reis </i></span></div>Laisehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12469758715802794766noreply@blogger.com0