tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44714813803702207042024-02-07T00:59:57.862-03:00E um dia a gente aprende..."Eu escrevo sem esperança de que o que eu escrevo altere qualquer coisa. Não altera em nada... Porque no fundo a gente não está querendo alterar as coisas. A gente está querendo desabrochar de um modo ou de outro..."
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Você esqueceu que muito antes de dar errado, deu certo, e deu certo por muito tempo. O errado veio só agora e você só fala dele.</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;"><b>Sabe, se eu pudesse voltar no tempo, não iria escolher consertar os dias que deram errado...ia querer repetir os que deram certo.</b></span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-67563225076267318692013-05-04T15:18:00.004-03:002013-05-04T15:18:36.899-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: whitesmoke; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Deixa assim........ o que eu gosto mesmo é de tentar te conquistar, o meu objetivo nunca foi conseguir.</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-81258704272747250762013-05-04T15:15:00.001-03:002013-05-04T15:15:18.434-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eu sinto a sua falta. E é isso. Não tem eu te amo, não tem choro, não tem loucura....simples né?</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; white-space: pre-wrap;">Eu sinto e ponto.</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-29888535877156755132013-05-03T15:45:00.000-03:002013-05-03T15:45:22.903-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Não tenho medo do silêncio, ele não atenua o som do que se viveu.</span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Afetos verdadeiros não se perdem!</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-84061513160595251412013-04-29T13:32:00.001-03:002013-04-29T13:32:26.317-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Não vamos apressar o tempo, deixa ele resolver. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">Não tenha medo do tempo, ele não apaga o que tiver que ser.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">O tempo cura e esclarece o tempo nos faz entender. </span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">O tempo é senhor das verdades e de tudo o que deseja com intensidade. Não tenha medo do silêncio que mora no tempo, ele não atenua o sons do que se viveu. Confia. O tempo é aliado dos amores verdadeiros.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;">Andréa Beheregaray.</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-11637186712132633542013-04-26T17:55:00.002-03:002013-04-26T17:57:14.268-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">E que a minha loucura seja perdoada</span><br style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;" /><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">Porque metade de mim é amor</span></span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 24px;">E a outra metade também</span>.</span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-45300795380982827792013-04-16T15:44:00.001-03:002013-04-16T15:44:27.348-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Um dia a gente cansa de bater na porta que não quer abrir,</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;">Relacionamento não é só prazer. Não é só festa, viagem, risada, diversão, brinde, sexo, beijo, cumplicidade. Relacionamento tem fase chata, de vez em quando tem briga, discussão, chatices, rotina, implicâncias, ciúme, bate boca. A gente tem que lidar, conviver e amar uma pessoa que veio de outra família, outro mundo, tem outra criação, outros costumes, outros pensamentos, outro jeito de viver. Você tem que aceitar aquela pessoa como ela é, e isso dá muito trabalho. O amor é lindo sim, e ele é a maior recompensa para quem não tem medo de enfrentar os próprios medos e os medos do outros. É querer estar com a pessoa independente de qualquer coisa ou situação. Pelo simples fato de estar junto.</span><br />
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<span style="color: magenta; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">N</span><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">ão precisava ser assim. Não precisava doer como dói. Eu não podia apenas sorrir quando me lembrasse de você?</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px;">Caio Fernando Abreu</span></span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-25957539213489368602013-04-11T09:15:00.001-03:002013-04-11T09:15:37.618-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: red; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">Por isso mesmo — pelo amor, fé e luz — tenho absoluta certeza que tudo vai dar certo.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;" /><br /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 17px; text-align: left;">(Caio Fernando Abreu - Programa da peça À Beira do Mar Aberto)</span></span></div>
<br />Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-30203080880047885572013-04-10T13:14:00.000-03:002013-04-10T13:14:39.768-03:00<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Temos que nos reinventar quase que a cada minuto, porque o mundo muda num instante, e não há tempo para olhar para trás. Às vezes, a mudança nos é imposta, às vezes, acontece por acidente e fazemos o melhor delas. Temos que constantemente achar novos modos para nos consertar. Então nós mudamos, nos adaptamos, criamos novas versões de nós mesmos. Só precisamos ter certeza de que isso é uma evolução.<br />Grey's Anatomy</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-91805213205313815012013-04-10T13:11:00.005-03:002013-04-10T13:11:32.161-03:00<span style="color: #20124d; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;">E eu continuo indo, seguindo meu caminho. Mudando, errando, mas principalmente, aprendendo com o que eu erro. Não me preocupo se minha evolução é lenta, contanto que ela seja pra melhor.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 17px;"><br /></span>Bethhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02676162059648673419noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4471481380370220704.post-29595665882190096972013-04-10T13:08:00.004-03:002013-04-10T13:08:33.495-03:00<span style="font-size: large;">Eu quis tanto ser feliz. Tanto. Chegava a ser arrogante.<br />O trator da felicidade. Atropelei o mundo e eu mesma. Tanta coisa dentro do peito. Tanta vida. Tanta coisa que só afugenta a tudo e a todos. Ninguém dá conta do saco sem fundo de quem devora o mundo e ainda assim não basta. Ninguém dá conta e… quer saber? Nem eu. Chega.<br />Não quero mais ser feliz. Nem triste. Nem nada. Eu quis muito mandar na vida. Agora, nem chego a ser mandada por ela. Eu simplesmente me recuso a repassar a história, seja ela qual for, pela milésima vez. <br />Deixa a vida ser como é. Desde que eu continue dormindo.</span><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">A vida é feita de surpresas onde sua missão é viver, alguns momentos podem durar tão pouco e ficar na sua memória por muito tempo, algumas pessoas podem fazer muito pouca parte da sua vida e ser considerada pra sempre. </span><div>
<span style="color: #444444; font-size: large;">Imagino um dia em que todas as pessoas tivessem o direito de ser feliz, mesmo que seja só por um momento, para ter a oportunidade de sentir o que realmente desejam e acreditar que sonhos não são bobagens. as vezes você percebe que as aparências enganam e você pode sofrer muito com isso!</span></div>
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