tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12264687457192981492024-03-14T06:21:45.935-03:00Gritos da Alma"Escrevo porque me escorrem entre os dedos as palavras que o coração sussurra, que a alma grita, e que o corpo esconde."Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-45413654224330673092013-04-07T15:36:00.000-03:002013-04-07T15:36:01.143-03:00<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">"Se tem um lugar onde não levo meu coração pra passear</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">É próximo aos corações vazios</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Não exijo o amor de ninguém</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Não exijo Atenção</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Não exijo carinho</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Mas tenho o direito de exigir de mim </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A companhia de quem me faz bem</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">de amores sinceros </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">e Recíprocos.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Me entrego, e me entregarei</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Até eu achar que não me serve mais.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Não, servir de bajular, de fazer.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Servir de sentimentos. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Transbordar de felicidade</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">A felicidade compartilhada tem hora e data marcada.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">E aqui, eu tenho um relógio que sempre desperta na hora certa.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Ele despertou, </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif;">Lá se foi o amor!"</span><br />
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Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-2059906042167212472013-04-07T15:23:00.000-03:002013-04-07T15:23:21.916-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"O Poeta calou<br />O coração já não chora<br />Reaprende a sorrir<br />Palavras emudeceram<br />Ele não Sofre<br />Ele não sente<br />Ele não Vê<br /><br />O Poeta Mudou<br />Tem medo<br />Não quer mais sentir<br /><br />O Poeta Voou<br />Se escondeu<br />Se perdeu<br />Já não mora mais aqui"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>"E como eu posso querer voltar a sentir</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;"><i>Se sempre que sinto Dói tanto?!"</i></span></div>
Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-88400189097149234402012-06-19T19:13:00.001-03:002012-06-19T19:13:20.585-03:00Não sabemos ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"N</span></b>ão entendo esse não conhecer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">essa ideia de não saber quem somos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sabemos.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Estamos sempre nessa busca </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De sentimentos que já existiram </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e na surpresa de sentimentos que acabaram de nascer</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei mais.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei que cor ainda brilha</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei que sapato não quero mais</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei que beijo sinto saudade</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sei que me surpreendi</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Com a ideia de não ser quem eu sempre achei que fosse!"</span></div>
</div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-76433065841006809332012-05-23T00:44:00.001-03:002012-05-23T00:44:48.343-03:00Queria ...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"Q</span></b>ueria ser diferente</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria seguir em frente</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E não olhar pra trás</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria estar livre de todos os apegos</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E Saudades que meu coração</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Insiste em sentir</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria ter uma borracha que apagasse toda essa dor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que ainda existe dentro de mim</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria que as coisas fossem perfeitas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e que nunca existisse o Adeus</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que os amores sempre fossem sinceros e verdadeiros</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E que houvesse um encaixe que durasse pra sempre</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Queria.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ah, como eu queria!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Entender por que o tempo </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">não me leva pra um lugar melhor, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e mais aconchegante</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E me tira dessa tortura que se tornou os meus dias..."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span style="font-size: large;">"O </span></b>Amor sempre começa bem</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A saudade chega rápido</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Os olhares se cruzam </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com uma vontade descontrolada de querer se tocar</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A boca quer ser beijada</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O Corpo pede o Calor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tudo é facil entender</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não existe discussão</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tudo é perfeito</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A imperfeição </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vem com o Tempo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O tempo que mostra os vícios</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Os erros já passados</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As Histórias já vividas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que insistem em se fazer presente </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Brigas,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Choro, discórdia</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Corações que amam diferente</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Histórias complicadas que se cruzam </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E que não conseguem sobreviver juntas</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dor</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A ideia de que era a pessoa certa,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">num inicio perfeito,</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">faz com que o sofrimento seja maior</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pois a vontade de ter é maior do que o Perder</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acabou, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">acabou o tempo</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acabou a história</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acabou a oportunidade de crescimento</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Acabou.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fica a Solidão.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Solidão de aprender e ser só.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Reaprender que o mundo também pode ser bom, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">mesmo estando Sozinho.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E sempre viverá, </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">permanecerá a incerteza </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de não saber se teria dado certo </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se fosse diferente!"</span></div>
</div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-48296975376207999212012-04-12T01:51:00.000-03:002012-04-12T01:51:28.452-03:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"-Hey! Me dê um gole disso que você bebeu e que apagou a memória do teu coração."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-89966641302922763282012-03-27T23:14:00.000-03:002012-03-27T23:14:49.842-03:00Conto<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Já nasci perdida de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">fora da realidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Num mundo de sonhos e fantasias.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De um conto de fadas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Vim da ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sou sonho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sou amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sou desejo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sou o inalcansável</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Desabrocha alguém </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que ainda não conheço</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outra metade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outra arte.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outro EU que vem fazer parte do livro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que escrevo dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que me conta e me esconde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que me transforma naquela </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que eu quero ser</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando tiver afim....</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-24322626815672552422012-03-25T19:00:00.000-03:002012-03-25T19:00:57.573-03:00Haverá<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53U81TYPYSM5K1buBShBfYXoInMo1gD99bjOiBHsRwlvd-ooJ85fTErzBB_o1G-jVSTclIxXujwhD1mwjSjJvBkINoicUwCbcE3hkEYc9Vee6FXdW1Ij9uzpnuDM9o7gdVRGDO1L8C1EP/s1600/olho_triste.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi53U81TYPYSM5K1buBShBfYXoInMo1gD99bjOiBHsRwlvd-ooJ85fTErzBB_o1G-jVSTclIxXujwhD1mwjSjJvBkINoicUwCbcE3hkEYc9Vee6FXdW1Ij9uzpnuDM9o7gdVRGDO1L8C1EP/s1600/olho_triste.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"H</b></span>averá alguém melhor do que eu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que te fará rir mais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E te beijará com mais intensidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haverá alguém que te falará coisas carinhosas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sentirá ciúmes bobo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E vai te ligar toda noite antes de dormir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haverá alguém que te fará feliz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que fará parte dos teus pensamentos durante o dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e dos teus sonhos durante a noite</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haverá alguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Simplesmente haverá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um Alguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que vai estar no meu lugar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te dizendo tudo que eu queria te dizer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te amando como eu queria poder te amar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haverá...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E depois virão outras,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que farão tudo que fiz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Talvez você nunca mais lembre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Talvez você já nem saiba</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas um dia houve alguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um dia</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alguém que chorou ao te ouvir </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que sorriu com o teu olhar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Alguém que Não queria te deixar partir</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando era só isso que a vida podia lhe dar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Haverá alguém</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não vai te amar a metade </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Do quanto ainda te amo..."</span></div><div><br />
</div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-26621504850900124482012-03-14T17:36:00.000-03:002012-03-14T17:36:34.357-03:00Muros<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>"A</b></span>os poucos vou derrubando os muros</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que me impediam de sair</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Muros da incerteza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">muros que queriam esconder-me de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Muros que criei</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aos poucos vou reaparecendo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tornando viva novamente </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">essa imagem que apenas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu consigo ver</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Este Eu que, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">tantos acham que conhecem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tantos julgam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Outros não gostam</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Muitos nem sabem que existe</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Este EU</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que a própria palavra descreve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como algo fora da normalidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e do entendimento de qualquer </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">outro Nós que apareça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por que o Nós nunca será EU</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O Eu, transcende o tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">é </span><span style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">inalcançável</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por que permite que EU seja </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Apenas EU."</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-73746791061816247782011-11-04T12:29:00.000-02:002011-11-04T12:29:08.063-02:00Em mim..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Q</span></b>ue os poemas de minh'alma </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sempre falem mais alto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que os gritos da minha razão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para que eu possa sempre ser a paixão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mesmo que as escritas </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As vezes fiquem tristes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ou Vazias</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que sejam sinceras</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Assim como é meu sorriso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não é falso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não é feliz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sorriso, apenas riso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De quem ama</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De quem erra</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De alguém não sabe quem é</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas sabe tudo que sentiu!"</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-62896765384851612652011-10-26T17:23:00.000-02:002011-10-26T17:23:07.438-02:00Complexidade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrku3FVHq6z01bcGha-BGKJTP3Yb5dUmWssJB27NPJfEY4NrT5tIt6WaqLD2RAKk57ZB-JLtlukmWRMq4dKz2SPsUX8h9K23MWoLZmQK8Xh38hbS6RRgYfXpDXYE3lO8rzlmukGDgvZex/s1600/tumblr_lkkqdhKNm61qczc1qo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwrku3FVHq6z01bcGha-BGKJTP3Yb5dUmWssJB27NPJfEY4NrT5tIt6WaqLD2RAKk57ZB-JLtlukmWRMq4dKz2SPsUX8h9K23MWoLZmQK8Xh38hbS6RRgYfXpDXYE3lO8rzlmukGDgvZex/s320/tumblr_lkkqdhKNm61qczc1qo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>E</b></span>, se eu escrever sobre o que tô sentindo </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e não for o que você quer ouvir?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O que vai acontecer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Entre eu e você?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">entre nós?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">...O dois que se completa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">na imperfeição de não se parecer sempre</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O que?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se eu digo o que quero e te aflinjo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se não digo nada fico aflita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nessa complicação descomplicada </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de querer se completar </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">na complexidade de estar apaixonado </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sem querer se machucar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">me pergunto:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">-Quantos momentos de aflição </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sem saber a direção </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">ainda teremos que passar?"</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-70357073885491696962011-09-23T20:53:00.001-03:002011-09-23T20:58:54.598-03:00Odeio<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCw5-gGYtD6UBrwA41l0gp3bBKUBo0NwLRqmrUQDq7xsIf5idx7byfAEDmhI5627hny3SdshToFA8cvTFSh2f8J7fBJUrShBmGeqgymJIn_SLi8myS7v6SLRPKUOjKpN2H1Si74P7Fh2I-/s1600/TRISTEZA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCw5-gGYtD6UBrwA41l0gp3bBKUBo0NwLRqmrUQDq7xsIf5idx7byfAEDmhI5627hny3SdshToFA8cvTFSh2f8J7fBJUrShBmGeqgymJIn_SLi8myS7v6SLRPKUOjKpN2H1Si74P7Fh2I-/s320/TRISTEZA.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br />
</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">O</span>deio a fragilidade de ser um ser humano </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">frágil o tempo inteiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio o ser, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O estar diante </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de tudo </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não era pra fazer parte</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">de uma vida que agora é minha vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio odiar tanto, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tantas coisas </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">sem conseguir resolve-las</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio quando me perco </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio quando me acho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio quando Estou.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Odeio com tanta intensidade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que quanto mais odeio </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mais aprendo a Amar."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-87764373330125415732011-08-13T17:44:00.000-03:002011-08-13T17:44:56.189-03:00Eu sei, eu te quero...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvV5m0khr5yBd9tLFbRAlP16QpcwFstkTdpDYLpsBbigj9KEZkQ-GqCyaqIbgwOqwXSobt_Y8agq8idHsOt0nRHV9tCAmAZiV-DmMc1k1N7Bh0LN0Xl-fgNB8sbNt8_SPJbfVAvS6EzoKE/s1600/medusa524533761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhvV5m0khr5yBd9tLFbRAlP16QpcwFstkTdpDYLpsBbigj9KEZkQ-GqCyaqIbgwOqwXSobt_Y8agq8idHsOt0nRHV9tCAmAZiV-DmMc1k1N7Bh0LN0Xl-fgNB8sbNt8_SPJbfVAvS6EzoKE/s320/medusa524533761.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;">V</span>ocê pode até me dizer que não</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que não sabe, que não quer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas eu quero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu sei o que quero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu te espero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mesmo que seja no eterno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">no tempo mais infinito da espera</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No mundo mais iludido da ilusão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu te espero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nem que eu envelheça na saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">daqueles beijos que um dia foram meus</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu te espero.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seja por milhoes de vidas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">seja por uma encarnação</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meu coração é teu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meu corpo é teu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E nada me fará desistir </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dessa certeza de que é aqui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">É em mim que você vai ser feliz."</span></div><div><br />
</div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-21952429951984771322011-07-28T16:22:00.001-03:002011-07-28T16:26:48.208-03:00A dor da Saudade<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-rLtqcul-rujYyqojZg3uYYtZGd0t6LX5nhg6gFVKxWJ8CR5tnDDvHCvvsYxw5Kf0ceqWMvG1bWZH7WNPmNSQsy_MuxnHd4zU6wA234-xDRUdKk4CCTAxmIcXy03SjOfEPWvP8vNbn_j/s1600/minha_saudade_es_tu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="309" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf-rLtqcul-rujYyqojZg3uYYtZGd0t6LX5nhg6gFVKxWJ8CR5tnDDvHCvvsYxw5Kf0ceqWMvG1bWZH7WNPmNSQsy_MuxnHd4zU6wA234-xDRUdKk4CCTAxmIcXy03SjOfEPWvP8vNbn_j/s320/minha_saudade_es_tu.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
</b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>"E</b></span> então bate aquela saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">te busco nas melodias tristes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">dos cantores sofridos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e nos acordes menores </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que falam de dor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">É a dor da Saudade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que invade meu peito te procurando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nas paredes vazias do meu quarto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E te buscam no vento frio do inverno</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que me lembra teu abraço quente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">teu beijo silencioso</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que sempre me conta</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">os segredos da tua alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e fala das dores que te invadem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu não te encontro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Porque não estás aqui</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não estás perto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Estás distante</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mais distante do que nunca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Numa distância incontada </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pelos quilômetros das estradas</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Naquela distância que separa os corações</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas que nem físicos, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nem engenheiros, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">nem matemáticos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Conseguirão um dia Calcular"</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-20066341139169735582011-06-23T22:09:00.001-03:002011-06-23T22:12:51.567-03:00Solitária...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHB1b4RHJu3kTe_gmOWGLXxtyhZlixOiQl07pcPdSnd1Li3iCa11OaHVScgYmKE5nmmHC3VmbgASecrFW2w-e1jpYstVe1O_1Olh_-b76QJZ6zSz9lL9Jh_VLGnq9yGfrogLx2MHuCJrn/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVHB1b4RHJu3kTe_gmOWGLXxtyhZlixOiQl07pcPdSnd1Li3iCa11OaHVScgYmKE5nmmHC3VmbgASecrFW2w-e1jpYstVe1O_1Olh_-b76QJZ6zSz9lL9Jh_VLGnq9yGfrogLx2MHuCJrn/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><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: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"<b>A</b></span> solidão me Maltrata</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O Medo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A procura pelo perfeito</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A carência exagerada</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me domina</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Faz parte de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">De um EU que aperece</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sempre quando fico assim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Assim Sei lá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Assim, meio, mais ou menos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">É a solidão</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que existe dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Me pertence</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Se esconde</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e não Sumirá</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pra sempre num "EU"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que nunca terá fim.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span></span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-79837845483380381122011-06-01T16:39:00.006-03:002011-06-18T03:05:42.860-03:00E...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBoWVg6cCPgtkjRCo3DJSWfqMkTihzcfY0LvVC0atwONLbhyphenhyphenks4oyYP_FfHGFBYgmBLpZSoKpYD_MIMqJ-RSC0SQr8tDCPDV9QVDTCa9LUHIEyGF7n12vyEIYbBiIwlucR2F9GJAOT4xj/s1600/tumblr_l8t9sajwK11qbkg7yo1_250.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpBoWVg6cCPgtkjRCo3DJSWfqMkTihzcfY0LvVC0atwONLbhyphenhyphenks4oyYP_FfHGFBYgmBLpZSoKpYD_MIMqJ-RSC0SQr8tDCPDV9QVDTCa9LUHIEyGF7n12vyEIYbBiIwlucR2F9GJAOT4xj/s320/tumblr_l8t9sajwK11qbkg7yo1_250.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">... </span></b>quando você me olha </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">com estes olhos de paixão </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">meu coração pára por alguns segundos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> e volta a bater descompassado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">como se fosse saltar pela minha boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e sair correndo de encontro ao seu. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Então com a respiração ofegante </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">olho nestes teus olhos brilhantes </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e te digo o quanto EU TE QUERO </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Amor meu!</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-71965803944391443092011-05-08T16:23:00.006-03:002011-06-18T03:02:15.042-03:00Mãe<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6DQgU_ql-Dc3Rei-5hav4o7gAXTFCaU7Q7rMZ6yYHBUIcI63yoXxHRqpKS9DH5BXZOFy8U7hHcFNqTmKSiDoH1C4kiktyTI-y56ajRHJOfUdKDJYxlJEoNpx7rfDWEGcpqlxqQzODTji/s1600/IMAG00000005+%25283%2529.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS6DQgU_ql-Dc3Rei-5hav4o7gAXTFCaU7Q7rMZ6yYHBUIcI63yoXxHRqpKS9DH5BXZOFy8U7hHcFNqTmKSiDoH1C4kiktyTI-y56ajRHJOfUdKDJYxlJEoNpx7rfDWEGcpqlxqQzODTji/s320/IMAG00000005+%25283%2529.JPG" width="241" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><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: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Ô</span></b> Mãe</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Como posso te agradecer em simples palavras </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">pelo que me fizestes durante toda a minha vida?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Teu amor infinito, sem medida</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Teu amor sublime,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que está sempre presente </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando preciso de carinho, de compreensão</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> De uma palavra amiga pra acalmar meu coração.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Estes teus olhos que me amam </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Até quanto te tiro do sério.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que me vêem bela. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que entendem a minha beleza interior... </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bem antes de ver se minha roupa tá combinando </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ou se eu acordei há pouco com a cara amassada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ahhh Mãe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tu sempre tem paciência pra entender o meu mundo. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Pra compreender minhas escolhas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E pra mudar de ideia quando elas vão de encontro as suas.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Não sei como te agradecer.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por que simples palavras </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nunca serão suficientes pra expressar </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">O meu sentimento por ti.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mãe! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tu que vives por mim, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">que briga por mim, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Que chora, por mim.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tu que aceitou entregar tua vida pela minha.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">És tu mãe.. o verdadeiro sentido do Amor. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">És tu mãe. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A Criatura mais abençoada que Deus enviou à terra.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Um Anjo perfeito. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anjo que protege, que ama, que cuida, que compreende. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anjo Que deu sua vida por mim. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Aquele Anjo que sempre terá esperança que o melhor sempre virá.. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E que mesmo quando todos já estiverem desacreditados em mim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Eu sei que é você quem estará do meu lado </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Segurando minha mão</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E me dizendo o que tudo vai dar Certo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Obrigado Mãe. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Obrigado por aceitar ser minha Mãe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E por me ensinar o verdadeiro sentido do </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">AMOR.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">EU TE AMO!</span></b></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-70085866374319990612011-04-20T13:20:00.001-03:002011-06-18T03:02:01.364-03:00Somos UM<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbygnPFvQrzOiLt7PX0AZmU76G5rPOlHMxW9qPPl6-mi05pzXYJ_e_G0Hx373mPl0gRIaIuChRQpcfbRwbIVR4B1UW1kbxaHGMLbQITWe-wT_YU6fwzRV9K2NNnmpyWO8E5WVHUEKUadvn/s1600/amor01.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbygnPFvQrzOiLt7PX0AZmU76G5rPOlHMxW9qPPl6-mi05pzXYJ_e_G0Hx373mPl0gRIaIuChRQpcfbRwbIVR4B1UW1kbxaHGMLbQITWe-wT_YU6fwzRV9K2NNnmpyWO8E5WVHUEKUadvn/s320/amor01.jpg" width="273" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>H</b></span>oje eu te sinto em mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Como há tanto tempo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quando nos tornamos UM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Hoje eu te sinto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te admiro, e te quero bem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Você me traz a paz que me tranquiliza</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e a certeza de uma vida mais bonita</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Já sinto o Amor,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">o mesmo Amor que juramos na eternidade.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Ele está aceso dentro de mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Junto à lembrança dos teus olhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">do teu riso, da tua pele, do teu cheiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Você está em mim</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Você nunca saiu de mim </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por que somos UM</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">E nos reencontramos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Para vivermos felizes até o Fim.</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-79933147119396857262011-03-31T00:54:00.003-03:002011-06-18T03:01:26.974-03:00Livre pra sentir<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeQS-pykq5YqIf54uMaTsJmycwNXZmTJvsp47i85cY8q5TsueDuF7Jd2w7q-T3avLiot8fXGsopUEgQ4bZ2dYVho5R189YMKE9AHEaiRqrDodd6VkOd9jFwRGOOo6lpezM5WVHfvvTkLo/s1600/tumblr_lizi3bT3Kv1qedxln_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGeQS-pykq5YqIf54uMaTsJmycwNXZmTJvsp47i85cY8q5TsueDuF7Jd2w7q-T3avLiot8fXGsopUEgQ4bZ2dYVho5R189YMKE9AHEaiRqrDodd6VkOd9jFwRGOOo6lpezM5WVHfvvTkLo/s320/tumblr_lizi3bT3Kv1qedxln_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"</span><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;">S</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ou assim, livre pra sentir. Livre. Sem máscaras. </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Na transparente verdade de ser a mesma sempre."</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />
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</span></span></div></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-25421018278873555112011-03-16T03:12:00.002-03:002011-06-18T02:56:39.116-03:00Encontro<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDnY2zx4IjpECob6SByZgpWcvTaveEVp0H_hixgm3oouiqqZ16j6AbASy-JoSAVljNrMTv7Qt7T7mOuDdUXZlqOxeDH31w4UdVrVCPKeHv-nIDPdNMPx9x3tLsRweAjbq_ljFRvQEfE3L/s1600/7e1ec63e22a5976fd9375749c3b45c047d99693b.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidDnY2zx4IjpECob6SByZgpWcvTaveEVp0H_hixgm3oouiqqZ16j6AbASy-JoSAVljNrMTv7Qt7T7mOuDdUXZlqOxeDH31w4UdVrVCPKeHv-nIDPdNMPx9x3tLsRweAjbq_ljFRvQEfE3L/s400/7e1ec63e22a5976fd9375749c3b45c047d99693b.jpeg" width="281" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">"</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><b>N</b></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">essa busca incessante de te encontrar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: large;">Me perdi de encontro ao teu olhar"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-43432130886646658012011-03-16T03:03:00.002-03:002011-06-18T02:56:05.879-03:00Ilusão..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIDsXD5NQYVHhZG0BtQBob7AlYmdAcosMq-1yZrHHhDb0swG47mp1CxtyxH375hMDFnVgOrKXrk9_4N14l59xny0Pb9TDvqX7eqUlJb91k0NHqjq2fJeDp_EJadmeoHA9oko_uQ6maDfx/s1600/mjanela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNIDsXD5NQYVHhZG0BtQBob7AlYmdAcosMq-1yZrHHhDb0swG47mp1CxtyxH375hMDFnVgOrKXrk9_4N14l59xny0Pb9TDvqX7eqUlJb91k0NHqjq2fJeDp_EJadmeoHA9oko_uQ6maDfx/s1600/mjanela.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
"<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E</span></b>ra como se eu implorasse pelo teu amor </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e ele nunca chegasse</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Nos abraços, nos olhares.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te sentir sem que precisasse</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Mas você não estava ali</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Você nunca esteve ali.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tudo foi apenas a ilusão que me fez iludir."</span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-53767420026401806592011-03-12T23:01:00.002-03:002011-06-18T02:52:04.445-03:00Por Querer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiNAGGX4dKvJE3A1zfb-z8dxF8x_bwR_PbFbJ4zL1tTGTBMzkaL4v5HhE6g3LwIl4k2r8dUAxemcxgoB8GAYTr8jcFU3EapTtPBjKk2FtO2pE4esrNchegxnEdC0N4yYJ6KjvrTYeRIyb/s1600/215paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="256" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmiNAGGX4dKvJE3A1zfb-z8dxF8x_bwR_PbFbJ4zL1tTGTBMzkaL4v5HhE6g3LwIl4k2r8dUAxemcxgoB8GAYTr8jcFU3EapTtPBjKk2FtO2pE4esrNchegxnEdC0N4yYJ6KjvrTYeRIyb/s320/215paixao.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">"<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">T</span></b>e olho nos olhos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">e te quero tanto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tanto que tenho medo de te querer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te quero perto</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te quero presente</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te quero por te querer</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quero teu riso sincero</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Teu olhar tranquilo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Tua boca gostosa</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Teu coração de menino</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Quero você</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seja como for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Seja onde for</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Te quero, simples assim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Por Querer"</span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div></div>Gisele Bloetehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00716862626459391149noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1226468745719298149.post-48709837346574641982011-03-12T22:54:00.001-03:002011-06-18T02:51:40.702-03:00Mulher<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpnmkxt-4geFJmFquXfRFgnLUrXn1ZhAajE08lzddjnPdWG4RuEH-WE1WUD0wtHVn9OPr6ZuvOcxvZfaHdVAXX4Mz3SXogOLCQMiBAlNQnSAZr_98BtSrmTuedSw8fO0CnrSRCXnP9q5x/s1600/22186_000zcgkk.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLpnmkxt-4geFJmFquXfRFgnLUrXn1ZhAajE08lzddjnPdWG4RuEH-WE1WUD0wtHVn9OPr6ZuvOcxvZfaHdVAXX4Mz3SXogOLCQMiBAlNQnSAZr_98BtSrmTuedSw8fO0CnrSRCXnP9q5x/s320/22186_000zcgkk.jpg" width="241" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><b>N</b></span>ascemos para amar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos a fonte da vida</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Rimos, choramos, brigamos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Com a delicadeza de uma flor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos Mulheres</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Fortes, guerreiras, simples, mortais</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos Mulheres que aprendem</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">No amor e na dor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Somos a fonte do amor de DEUS.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b>Feliz dia da Mulher</b></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #d5a6bd; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">C</span></b>hegue com arroubo<br />
Me iluda, me confunda, permaneça<br />
Me abrace como se o mundo tivesse a acabar<br />
Me beije, construa em mim o poder de te amar<br />
Quero te querer pra sempre, pela eternidade, <br />
Conhecer tua intimidade<br />
e fazer parte da tua verdade<br />
Diga que me ama, diga que me deseja.<br />
Diga que me quer<br />
Permaneça<br />
Nunca me deixe, me ame como se fosse a Ultima Mulher!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br />
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