tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85376237075269786462023-11-15T06:26:16.280-08:00Falando por mim...Aqui encontrarão palavras de meus ídolos que eu aprecio e que falam por mim.
Aqui o meu canto de sabedoria e reflexão.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-90229319749488461442011-01-26T12:39:00.000-08:002011-01-26T12:43:16.559-08:00Caio Fernando Abreu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TUCHM-Y_XGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/W6_04uHHenU/s1600/tumblr_lfn21b6Dyp1qf30uco1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TUCHM-Y_XGI/AAAAAAAAAeI/W6_04uHHenU/s400/tumblr_lfn21b6Dyp1qf30uco1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566597796405927010" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >O claro nessa história toda é que eu gosto muito de ti. Muito mesmo. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >Não adoro nem venero, mas gosto na medida sadia e humana em que uma pessoa pode gostar de outra. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" >O resto é detalhe. Ainda que tu não me escrevas, eu continuarei gostando, sabes?</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Caio F. Abreu</b></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-36094453619715183072010-12-03T09:24:00.000-08:002010-12-03T09:27:47.617-08:00Pablo Neruda<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TPkodDLo1MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/46szIBD8wTo/s1600/saudade.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TPkodDLo1MI/AAAAAAAAAcE/46szIBD8wTo/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546508895618913474" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Saudade é amar um passado que ainda não passou,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">É recusar um presente que nos machuca,</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">É não ver o futuro que nos convida..."</span></div></span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">Pablo Neruda</span></b></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com25tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-89361571853239388492010-11-29T12:26:00.000-08:002010-11-29T12:34:12.297-08:00Fernando Pessoa<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TPQOHIAxc7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JFPOG7utLJY/s1600/vento.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 384px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TPQOHIAxc7I/AAAAAAAAAbw/JFPOG7utLJY/s400/vento.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545072556772520882" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: georgia; font-size: large; ">"As vezes ouço passar o vento; </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e só de ouvir o vento passar, </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">vale a pena ter nascido."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" ><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>Fernando Pessoa</b></span></span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-9627099268387424102010-09-15T14:00:00.000-07:002010-09-15T14:05:53.561-07:00Pedro Bial<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJE1KHnfCXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jpuZTYr8tr0/s1600/3437835420_3504f300a7_z_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJE1KHnfCXI/AAAAAAAAAYo/jpuZTYr8tr0/s400/3437835420_3504f300a7_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517249466465192306" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-size:130%;">O importante é aproveitar o momento e aprender sua duração, pois a vida está nos olhos de quem souber ver.</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Pedro Bial<br /></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-48481453549553372932010-09-15T13:50:00.000-07:002010-09-15T13:57:10.850-07:00Caio Catulo<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJEzG-v52wI/AAAAAAAAAYg/l_ElsEf4yJk/s1600/tumblr_l8t197O6WF1qbr8apo1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJEzG-v52wI/AAAAAAAAAYg/l_ElsEf4yJk/s400/tumblr_l8t197O6WF1qbr8apo1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517247213521722114" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="fr"><span style="font-size:130%;">É difícil abandonar de repente um longo amor.</span></p><p style="text-align: right;" class="fr"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Caio Catulo</span><br /></p>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-24711765632451200662010-09-15T13:40:00.000-07:002010-09-15T13:48:46.398-07:00Caio Fernando Abreu<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJEwmK6gDUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/v-o71sTesTc/s1600/4123555878_4e025bbb79_z_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TJEwmK6gDUI/AAAAAAAAAYY/v-o71sTesTc/s400/4123555878_4e025bbb79_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517244450828455234" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:180%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;font-family:georgia;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Só mudei de opinião, mas meus sentimentos continuam os mesmo, com exceção da dor, que ficou mais intensa longe de você, sinto falta, mas já doeu uma vez, talvez eu não seja capaz de suporta-la novamente. E de tudo isso eu aprendi que se entregar de corpo e alma à uma pessoa não é o suficiente pra faze-la feliz. Queria acreditar que como em filmes no final tudo daria certo, mas preciso de motivos...<br />Faz acreditar que o mundo não é só aflição?</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Caio Fernando Abreu</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-82788021485670105112010-08-05T15:48:00.000-07:002010-08-05T16:01:58.337-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFtCzvGLjnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/f9pIoFUtBIE/s1600/tumblr_l6kaa0AHzQ1qafc06o1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFtCzvGLjnI/AAAAAAAAAX4/f9pIoFUtBIE/s400/tumblr_l6kaa0AHzQ1qafc06o1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5502064826346344050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"É preciso sofrer depois de ter sofrido, </span></span> <span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">e amar, e mais amar, depois de ter amado."</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">João Guimarães Rosa</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-81775414436398752542010-08-01T20:37:00.000-07:002010-08-01T20:44:59.704-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY_MoZrlQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/k4Ws9w_2Hrw/s1600/Love___by_Khomenko.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY_MoZrlQI/AAAAAAAAAXM/k4Ws9w_2Hrw/s400/Love___by_Khomenko.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500653481115751682" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Mesmo que a gente não fique juntos pra sempre.<br />Mesmo que acabe semana que vem. Nunca destrua o meu carinho por você.<br />Nunca esfrie o calorzinho que aparece dentro de mim quando você liga,<br />sorri ou aparece no olho mágico da minha porta."<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tati Bernardi</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-44459259618030745412010-08-01T20:02:00.000-07:002010-08-01T20:23:18.790-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY6HXzh-nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ZyG0DcDjF9E/s1600/I__m_still_here_II_by_Jud92.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY6HXzh-nI/AAAAAAAAAXE/ZyG0DcDjF9E/s400/I__m_still_here_II_by_Jud92.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500647893203286642" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Fiquei.<br />Você sabe que eu fiquei.<br />E que ficaria até o fim, até o fundo.<br />(...) Que nessa aceitação, caí."</span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Caio Fernando Abreu</span><br /></div></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-37960672876221216782010-08-01T19:36:00.000-07:002010-08-01T19:59:50.204-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY0b0ChU6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/97fAkm9OL0U/s1600/Lovestory__One_boat_for_two_by_cxalena.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFY0b0ChU6I/AAAAAAAAAW8/97fAkm9OL0U/s400/Lovestory__One_boat_for_two_by_cxalena.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500641647309968290" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Deu vontade de ficar mais tempo junto, </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">deu vontade de levar essa história até o fim."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Caio Fernando Abreu</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-25848493467031833712010-07-30T09:15:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:30:00.925-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFL9_WDa0fI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mW2_HMHluxk/s1600/girl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFL9_WDa0fI/AAAAAAAAAWk/mW2_HMHluxk/s400/girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499737359666303474" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />"Nasço amanhã<br />Ando onde há espaço:<br />– Meu tempo é quando."<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vinícius de Moraes</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-13851410558561806042010-07-30T09:07:00.000-07:002010-07-30T09:13:53.960-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFL6NWIasbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SMaxoz4F-KY/s1600/girlboy.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TFL6NWIasbI/AAAAAAAAAWc/SMaxoz4F-KY/s400/girlboy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499733202158924210" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"O menino me ensina<br />como um velho sábio<br />o quanto sou menina"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Alice Ruiz</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-8602953494115112142010-07-25T16:50:00.000-07:002010-07-25T17:06:30.331-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEzReSUuOBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gdMOr0YiRXc/s1600/coragem.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 341px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEzReSUuOBI/AAAAAAAAAWM/gdMOr0YiRXc/s400/coragem.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497999563357566994" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Digo: que se teme por amor; </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">mas que, por amor, </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">também, é que a coragem se faz."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">João Guimarães Rosa </span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-86323761770738031702010-07-25T16:32:00.000-07:002010-07-25T16:49:55.493-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEzNlzU7paI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2TsqKU0-AUE/s1600/4249734472_7d54de1e5c_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEzNlzU7paI/AAAAAAAAAWE/2TsqKU0-AUE/s400/4249734472_7d54de1e5c_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497995294429390242" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Nascemos todos os dias, quando nasce o Sol.<br />Começa hoje mesmo a vida que te resta."<br /></span></div> <div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Lygia Fagundes Telles </span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-69076461612667874812010-07-22T13:54:00.000-07:002010-07-22T20:20:12.527-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEkKVykmdQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/E7VMt0xCYzc/s1600/71153694_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 394px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEkKVykmdQI/AAAAAAAAAV0/E7VMt0xCYzc/s400/71153694_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496936189651219714" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Um monge me dizia: ó mocidade,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">és relâmpago ao pé da eternidade!</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Pensa: o tempo anda sempre e não repousa;</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">esta vida não vale grande coisa.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Uma mulher que chora, um berço a um canto;</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">o riso, às vezes, quase sempre, um pranto.</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Depois o mundo, a luta que intimida,</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">quadro círios acesos : eis a vida."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Guilherme de Almeida</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-40337460165923999802010-07-21T07:35:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:38:38.932-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEcGW5MffyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WMTfxpK5NUE/s1600/OgAAACZZGCIFsZ5NFAXP8zR1b5iqQ6hODswvYH49WhjPuRLzRuY-1p82p7mBFCEwD7J3EeMSPJq18w10HIx9w_qwXSoAm1T1UPm-wHXFUZXeV48OVf3cbdoxNmCu_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 365px; height: 367px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEcGW5MffyI/AAAAAAAAAVk/WMTfxpK5NUE/s400/OgAAACZZGCIFsZ5NFAXP8zR1b5iqQ6hODswvYH49WhjPuRLzRuY-1p82p7mBFCEwD7J3EeMSPJq18w10HIx9w_qwXSoAm1T1UPm-wHXFUZXeV48OVf3cbdoxNmCu_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496368860609085218" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Há uma Primavera em cada vida:<br />É preciso cantá-la assim florida,<br />Pois se Deus nos deu voz, foi pra cantar!<br /><br />E se um dia hei-de ser pó,cinza e nada<br />Que seja a minha noite uma alvorada,<br />Que me saiba perder... pra me encontrar..."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Florbela Espanca</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-47065981893284381142010-07-21T07:27:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:32:06.477-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEcE2w-SiyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8kcTwWnvmH0/s1600/saudade.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEcE2w-SiyI/AAAAAAAAAVc/8kcTwWnvmH0/s400/saudade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496367209134590754" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Saudade é um pouco como fome. Só passa quando se come a presença. Mas às vezes a saudade é tão profunda que a presença é pouco: quer-se absorver a outra pessoa toda. Essa vontade de um ser o outro para uma unificação inteira é um dos sentimentos mais urgentes que se tem na vida."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Clarice Lispector</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-19732135178713985932010-07-21T06:58:00.000-07:002010-07-21T07:05:15.631-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEb-f5hkU4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/wfoYSBmO4Io/s1600/giiirl.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEb-f5hkU4I/AAAAAAAAAVU/wfoYSBmO4Io/s400/giiirl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496360219223282562" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Que você esteja feliz,<br />disposta a tocar essa luta."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Caio Fernando Abreu</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-37757833282096363882010-07-19T13:39:00.000-07:002010-07-19T14:07:07.602-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TES-Z5OJgmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wdDWdDt8MeA/s1600/tumblr_l5lu13EuyM1qce551o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TES-Z5OJgmI/AAAAAAAAAVE/wdDWdDt8MeA/s400/tumblr_l5lu13EuyM1qce551o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495726797365019234" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"E só olhar pra você, ouvir sua voz, faz tudo ficar mais feliz.<br />Algumas pessoas simplesmente valem a pena..."<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Tati Bernardi</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-40298604126293834232010-07-19T09:58:00.000-07:002010-07-19T10:08:00.219-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TESGXkEp2bI/AAAAAAAAAUs/10MtE1qfu7g/s1600/florbela.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TESGXkEp2bI/AAAAAAAAAUs/10MtE1qfu7g/s400/florbela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495665184677157298" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"O meu mundo não é como o dos outros, quero demais, exijo demais; há em mim uma sede de infinito, uma angústia constante que eu nem mesma compreendo, pois estou longe de ser uma pessoa; sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada, uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudade; sei lá de quê!"</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Florbela Espanca</span><br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-82506796432449792132010-07-18T18:05:00.000-07:002010-07-18T18:15:42.644-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEOnF_u3BiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_bkx4030lXE/s1600/tumblr_l5o1hlBUgD1qb9dkgo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEOnF_u3BiI/AAAAAAAAAUc/_bkx4030lXE/s400/tumblr_l5o1hlBUgD1qb9dkgo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495419691771299362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Você acha que o nosso amor pode fazer milagres? - Eu acho que o nosso amor pode fazer tudo aquilo que quisermos. É isso que te traz de volta pra mim o tempo todo."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Caio Fernando Abreu</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-830106565443811982010-07-18T16:31:00.000-07:002010-07-18T16:37:54.222-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEOQPpMfORI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VCWksZdnuqE/s1600/claricelispector.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEOQPpMfORI/AAAAAAAAAUU/VCWksZdnuqE/s400/claricelispector.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495394568752806162" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;">"Sou uma só... Sou um ser.<br />E deixo que você seja. Isso lhe assusta?<br />Creio que sim. Mas vale a pena.<br />Mesmo que doa. Dói só no começo."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Clarice Lispector</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-33813577993451805632010-07-17T19:24:00.000-07:002010-07-17T19:26:57.226-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJmaQAm3WI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_OGqAv08KrY/s1600/augustodosanjos.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJmaQAm3WI/AAAAAAAAAUE/_OGqAv08KrY/s400/augustodosanjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495067096505572706" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-family: georgia;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><br />"A esperança não murcha, ela não cansa, também como ela não sucumbe a crença.<br />Vão-se sonhos nas asas da descrença, voltam sonhos nas asas da esperança."<br /></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Augusto dos Anjos</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-820891262386454982010-07-17T19:18:00.000-07:002010-07-17T19:23:16.429-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJliaNyf8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/fPXK8t2_1-w/s1600/sorriso.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJliaNyf8I/AAAAAAAAAT8/fPXK8t2_1-w/s400/sorriso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495066137172541378" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">"Eu amo as pessoas que me fazem rir.<br />Sinceramente, acho que é a coisa que eu mais gosto, rir.<br />Cura uma infinidade de males.<br />É provavelmente a coisa mais importante em uma pessoa."</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Audrey Hepburn</span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8537623707526978646.post-82109319776664001562010-07-17T18:46:00.000-07:002010-07-17T18:55:56.704-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJfFtci3II/AAAAAAAAATs/9FeYQiGk2_I/s1600/clarice.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 326px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ex3OYGcpoKg/TEJfFtci3II/AAAAAAAAATs/9FeYQiGk2_I/s400/clarice.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495059047048731778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">"É curioso como não sei dizer quem sou. Quer dizer, sei-o bem, mas não posso dizer. Sobretudo tenho medo de dizer porque no momento em que tento falar não só não exprimo o que sinto como o que sinto se transforma lentamente no que eu digo."</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:georgia;"><br />Clarice Lispector</span></span></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11694599981953524399noreply@blogger.com0