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<span style="color: #a64d79;">Quando eu tiver uma filha, vou ensinar a ela que príncipes encantados existem sim, mas não como nos livros e contos de fadas.<br />O verdadeiro príncipe encantado, na maioria das vezes, não tem um cavalo ou até mesmo um carro, mas isso não importa, ele vai até a sua casa a pé, só pra ver você. O príncipe encantado não precisa ter as melhores roupas ou roupas de gala pra ser um príncipe. Ele tem que tratar uma garota bem, com respeito, sem magoá-la. Vou ensinar a minha filha, que o príncipe deve ser gentil e tratá-la com carinho. Que o verdadeiro príncipe é fiel, não trai, não machuca o coração da princesa. Direi a ela, porém, que encontrar um príncipe é muito difícil, não irei iludi-la, como fizeram comigo.<br />E se ela perguntar se já conheci um príncipe, terei a felicidade de dizer que sim, e que ela pode ter orgulho em chamar o meu príncipe de PAI</span>.</div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-64955709505391856792011-12-27T07:35:00.000-08:002011-12-27T07:35:39.688-08:00<div style="text-align: center;">
<span style="color: #45818e; font-size: large;"><strong>Aproveite cada minuto de sua vida, pois o tempo não volta. O que volta, é a vontade de voltar no tempo.</strong></span></div>
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<span style="color: purple;">Enquanto eu acreditava que a história de nós dois fosse o romance inédito da Tela Quente, para você tudo não passava de uma propaganda qualquer do intervalo comercial.</span></div>
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"À propósito, te agradeço. Não por ter me magoado e ido embora como se nada tivesse acontecido, mas por ter me ensinado a ser mais forte. E menos tola."</div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-46692231116587511852011-12-27T06:42:00.000-08:002011-12-27T06:42:25.771-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: large;">Quando alguém pedir para você escutar uma música, é porque a letra significa tudo que ela gostaria de te dizer.</span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-43784713304217230932011-12-07T08:44:00.000-08:002011-12-07T08:44:12.603-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqX0pK5j9N6C1F7uOBEbP0nBVX2QrB8czIVDqeneanhQNh8PtxOfve49evl9V6G_kqwWg_o6PHbxGGLK2IsK1s1fsd-7l3CFSB8eHr8tF7pvdVWyqth6xZm7-qsw-K4TeNlpQ4CfRKZ8/s1600/384225_285203174847409_266869470014113_933765_623350947_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkqX0pK5j9N6C1F7uOBEbP0nBVX2QrB8czIVDqeneanhQNh8PtxOfve49evl9V6G_kqwWg_o6PHbxGGLK2IsK1s1fsd-7l3CFSB8eHr8tF7pvdVWyqth6xZm7-qsw-K4TeNlpQ4CfRKZ8/s320/384225_285203174847409_266869470014113_933765_623350947_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black;"><em>Certo dia, o cachorro da família morreu de velhinho. Daí, os adultos todos se perguntando por que os cachorros viviam tão pouco, sem saber como explicar para a criança por que o cachorro havia morrido. <br />
Depois de alguns minutos, a criança responde: <br />
- Nós, humanos, antes de morrer, precisamos aprender a amar o próximo, perdoar e ser fiel. Os cachorros já nascem sabendo, por isso, eles não precisam viver tanto.</em></span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-53298208252554957362011-12-07T08:39:00.000-08:002011-12-07T08:39:11.946-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;">A vida é como um piano: as teclas brancas representam a felicidade e as pretas a angústia. <br />
Com o passar do tempo, você percebe que as teclas pretas também fazem música.</span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-63609889418906359202011-12-07T08:27:00.000-08:002011-12-07T08:27:30.487-08:00<div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" tabindex="0"><br />
<span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;">Uma amiga ensinando a outra a conjugar o verbo amar:<br />
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<strong>Eu te amo.<br />
Tu me amas.<br />
Ele não te ama.<br />
Nós não ligamos. <br />
Vós levantais a cabeça. <br />
Eles que se danem.</strong></span></div><div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" tabindex="0"><strong><span style="color: #134f5c; font-size: large;"></span></strong> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwbZ2eCQc7U1q71rwfWsyO72CBZ7z0YdrTdzUn46Bn2zrVv6T0kLfQwmjC7KHs8NNGZmksEME1_RsN3Lbo7T6PdoizoBNDUmIC2Jsqer0daJ-8T9mxAMF-o-DZaEVSN6hvqdkiH3BtyE/s1600/392117_286198388081221_266869470014113_936498_756837241_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAwbZ2eCQc7U1q71rwfWsyO72CBZ7z0YdrTdzUn46Bn2zrVv6T0kLfQwmjC7KHs8NNGZmksEME1_RsN3Lbo7T6PdoizoBNDUmIC2Jsqer0daJ-8T9mxAMF-o-DZaEVSN6hvqdkiH3BtyE/s320/392117_286198388081221_266869470014113_936498_756837241_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" tabindex="0"> </div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-44035863309713774692011-12-07T08:20:00.000-08:002011-12-07T08:20:19.158-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0CGs3JoTyDe8w940dNJgIVZyCeyqrlikdDQIbs6KBJscRyTfHuRjr24cQHLsUI87jhAq9V582inTdNSLzRQ51XQlQtvZXExQ2TX2dq_IMJgrEePvoIDvHmdwjuib6xaBkW056QnjdV4/s1600/375267_286890524678674_266869470014113_938326_1540670719_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiO0CGs3JoTyDe8w940dNJgIVZyCeyqrlikdDQIbs6KBJscRyTfHuRjr24cQHLsUI87jhAq9V582inTdNSLzRQ51XQlQtvZXExQ2TX2dq_IMJgrEePvoIDvHmdwjuib6xaBkW056QnjdV4/s320/375267_286890524678674_266869470014113_938326_1540670719_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="fbPhotosPhotoTagboxes tagContainer" id="fbPhotoSnowboxTagBoxes" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><em> </em></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #38761d;"><em>"De chinelo, short, cara lavada e camiseta branca. Porque quem gosta de mulher montada é cavalo."</em></span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-2987596621980944542011-12-07T07:55:00.000-08:002011-12-07T07:55:09.336-08:00<div style="text-align: right;"><span style="background-color: #ead1dc; color: black; font-size: large;">"Fé é pisar no primeiro degrau, mesmo que você não veja a escada inteira."<br />
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Martin Luther King Jr.</span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-49549773804652546392011-12-07T07:54:00.000-08:002011-12-07T07:54:09.893-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: #cccccc; color: #351c75; font-size: large;">Plástico bolha é mais legal que muita gente. ¬¬</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUzOP0lWmf8IfcgXV6iV2bu4jizUSJ51afjhqqRlkLy0SStonCDeUw-xlp_nLirChhJ5da-YoH0WG12mljMbw3Fi59zASHu77JPwQupJvJrXgWGuHcQNFpcKWht_7bko98S8DlS5VgQ/s1600/382932_289235501110843_266869470014113_945028_1137705738_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLpUzOP0lWmf8IfcgXV6iV2bu4jizUSJ51afjhqqRlkLy0SStonCDeUw-xlp_nLirChhJ5da-YoH0WG12mljMbw3Fi59zASHu77JPwQupJvJrXgWGuHcQNFpcKWht_7bko98S8DlS5VgQ/s320/382932_289235501110843_266869470014113_945028_1137705738_n.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #38761d;">São os pequenos gestos que fazem toda a diferença!</span></em></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-38672644748757647762011-12-07T06:58:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:58:09.565-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><em><span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;">Os espaços entre os dedos foram criados para que outra pessoa pudesse preenchê-los.</span></em></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #b45f06;"><em>Quanto mais amadurecemos como pessoa, mais nos aproximamos do que é essencial e mais nos distanciamos do que é superficial.</em></span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-8576567580944869682011-12-07T06:42:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:42:43.474-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIF6vK9XSDZxVqtNn04ZZ5ypgy7mN1I-U6GBl9RHLa9evSo_foqBlC1D8WRcEV5jLHNlCO4spAbucsjmORqwl92r2y41A4HsXFFPXGNlEDmrIcrJuj-XOqPOAKBYsU3phYkSQYqXonKpg/s1600/381012_298598630174530_266869470014113_969468_2025156731_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIF6vK9XSDZxVqtNn04ZZ5ypgy7mN1I-U6GBl9RHLa9evSo_foqBlC1D8WRcEV5jLHNlCO4spAbucsjmORqwl92r2y41A4HsXFFPXGNlEDmrIcrJuj-XOqPOAKBYsU3phYkSQYqXonKpg/s320/381012_298598630174530_266869470014113_969468_2025156731_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><em><span style="color: #741b47;">"Até que a morte nos separe é muito pouco pra mim. Preciso de você por mais de uma vida."</span></em></span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-50961066796759646272011-12-07T06:37:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:37:24.897-08:00<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WcfRRGY352VZVMVvHyGkPM1EMqE4p6yFpQINrGmz9rv9ToipHBX3cDWUPiPh2bFNqJLLbBJetMqqUMwr0VCQT2eVGhSsBdgDwMVVk3PQpo3KoYXgGTXnhXM-Fxvfq01NTR6wNPhLMd0/s1600/379441_301494383218288_266869470014113_976749_724667477_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0WcfRRGY352VZVMVvHyGkPM1EMqE4p6yFpQINrGmz9rv9ToipHBX3cDWUPiPh2bFNqJLLbBJetMqqUMwr0VCQT2eVGhSsBdgDwMVVk3PQpo3KoYXgGTXnhXM-Fxvfq01NTR6wNPhLMd0/s400/379441_301494383218288_266869470014113_976749_724667477_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br />
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<em><span style="color: #134f5c;">Quem ama morde. Quem ama briga. Quem ama bloqueia no MSN. Quem ama xinga. Quem ama irrita. Quem ama erra. Quem ama finge que não se importa. Quem ama pede perdão. Quem ama fica idiota. Quem ama implica. Quem ama ri quando você tropeça. Quem ama ri do seu jeito desengonçado. Quem ama fala mal de tudo que você gosta. Quem ama te faz chorar.<br />
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Quem ama não te abandona. Quem ama abre mão de quase tudo por você. Quem ama quer te ver feliz. Quem ama sente ciúmes até da sua sombra. Quem ama lembra de você no meio daquela aula insuportável na segunda-feira. Quem ama chora por você. Quem ama protege. Quem ama cuida. Quem ama não trai.</span></em>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-55662689055984554862011-12-07T06:10:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:10:32.937-08:00<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}" style="text-align: center;"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span style="color: #e06666; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"><em>Às vezes, acho que nasci na época errada.<br />
Tenho princípios que já se perderam, <br />
amo coisas que já não se dão mais valor.</em></span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"> </h6><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwP9pCh8pO6aqRKhYV23xNAC2fS-UDhA15DbJs5O6aHKhReC11-nRtTHqt4LLz3NBsigSzQeJz1U0tmt4NGYu9bLh8qQVc8FRhgEZaCVgkA3HXK8aLumz2ezZri-c3dbFF2D0ILsqFLzU/s1600/376259_302225139811879_266869470014113_978583_691077845_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 400px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 433px;"><img border="0" height="400" mda="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwP9pCh8pO6aqRKhYV23xNAC2fS-UDhA15DbJs5O6aHKhReC11-nRtTHqt4LLz3NBsigSzQeJz1U0tmt4NGYu9bLh8qQVc8FRhgEZaCVgkA3HXK8aLumz2ezZri-c3dbFF2D0ILsqFLzU/s400/376259_302225139811879_266869470014113_978583_691077845_n.jpg" width="373" /></a></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-92230375089408663802011-12-07T06:02:00.000-08:002011-12-07T06:02:57.576-08:00<span style="font-size: large;">"Você é quem decide o que vai ser eterno em você, no seu coração. Deus nos dá o dom de eternizar em nós o que vale a pena, e esquecer definitivamente aquilo que não vale..."<br />
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Como o tempo passa, e as coisas mudam.<br />
hoje eu ja fiz tanta coisa.<br />
mais o que eu mais queria tar fazendo não tem como..<br />
Queria msm tar do lado do meu namorado,<br />
junto com minha subrinha querida..<br />
num local bem tranquilo...<br />
Mais como não tem como, mais levar mais um dia de trabalho..</em></span>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-4861622443124240152011-12-06T09:05:00.000-08:002011-12-06T09:05:06.048-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgXY3-W5krwkWEeplyfM0yBAqTYBBKu_CHEKCJGrJOgyq6qvZgoKuVWYtdCPT3i_i0b35s614ng8FLqx0JxKtbTjviLokr_YYjLRLqLJx26Msbf61RewlqkG3l2p_3Th3tw2QYio3vuA/s1600/381756_294434790590914_266869470014113_957646_1403922232_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLgXY3-W5krwkWEeplyfM0yBAqTYBBKu_CHEKCJGrJOgyq6qvZgoKuVWYtdCPT3i_i0b35s614ng8FLqx0JxKtbTjviLokr_YYjLRLqLJx26Msbf61RewlqkG3l2p_3Th3tw2QYio3vuA/s320/381756_294434790590914_266869470014113_957646_1403922232_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #351c75; font-size: large;">"Aqui só existe o bem. Se você me deseja o mal, eu te desejo amor."</span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-68137355797551148892011-12-06T09:00:00.000-08:002011-12-06T09:00:25.059-08:00Beatriz<div class="clear" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><em>Gente depois de um bom tempo...<br />
Olha eu aqui novamento,<br />
estou muito feliz, nasceu a pequena <strong>BEATRIZ..</strong></em></span></div><div class="clear" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: #a64d79;"><em>filhota da minha melhor amiga...<br />
Ela é linda linda,<br />
por isso fim aqui registrar esse momento.</em></span></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYISWuxE8JgMH5D49NimLILxVPIe99Qv7ar3RvlJ5XR8OYqz_ZdqIfJB58G4SzLoFwQHqROT_r4kTvb0K041EtAxF7D6a2DYA9gpHRxh6fJ8TLrBWtYMXbdn3p1HDKawWm2ymGMShc1eA/s1600/PQAAAAdAA9Cr8tNuL-d8GXg2JGlOEY6IqJd7L3PDcLO4scpk1dCBD2EXRi16d2ASKmqzSMIyGFUSlqluWUBZ-JfuAoMAm1T1UJ4AyPchC5dm8_HrVeNvypjImDdz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; height: 615px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; width: 662px;"><img border="0" dda="true" height="317" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYISWuxE8JgMH5D49NimLILxVPIe99Qv7ar3RvlJ5XR8OYqz_ZdqIfJB58G4SzLoFwQHqROT_r4kTvb0K041EtAxF7D6a2DYA9gpHRxh6fJ8TLrBWtYMXbdn3p1HDKawWm2ymGMShc1eA/s320/PQAAAAdAA9Cr8tNuL-d8GXg2JGlOEY6IqJd7L3PDcLO4scpk1dCBD2EXRi16d2ASKmqzSMIyGFUSlqluWUBZ-JfuAoMAm1T1UJ4AyPchC5dm8_HrVeNvypjImDdz.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-32298698336497661482011-04-12T08:14:00.000-07:002011-04-12T08:14:43.200-07:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_IUqrSynuyqUxES2uGwZw_oMHxW6XxOmLjI2wKlqKycIy3uWjuzg2i18GIsD_UK4_k7Ue2y3ftosYX_g6iovSShzMFwZMA8VMFWhnnZjs0I5RykJiK7k6ADm_mx7XOdT02lVO_CW0vA/s1600/MulherFlor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhg_IUqrSynuyqUxES2uGwZw_oMHxW6XxOmLjI2wKlqKycIy3uWjuzg2i18GIsD_UK4_k7Ue2y3ftosYX_g6iovSShzMFwZMA8VMFWhnnZjs0I5RykJiK7k6ADm_mx7XOdT02lVO_CW0vA/s1600/MulherFlor.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: center;"><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Eu sou feita de</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sonhos interrompidos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">detalhes despercebidos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">amores mal resolvidos</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sou feita de</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Choros sem ter razão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">pessoas no coração</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">atos por impulsão</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Sinto falta de</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Lugares que não conheci</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">experiências que não vivi</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">momentos que já esqueci</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Eu sou</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Amor e carinho constante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">distraída até o bastante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">não paro por instante</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Já</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Tive noites mal dormidas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">perdi pessoas muito queridas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">cumpri coisas não-prometidas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Muitas vezes eu</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Desisti sem mesmo tentar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">pensei em fugir, para não enfrentar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">sorri para não chorar</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Eu sinto pelas</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Coisas que não mudei</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">amizades que não cultivei</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">aqueles que eu julguei</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">coisas que eu falei</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;"></span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Tenho saudade</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">De pessoas que fui conhecendo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">lembranças que fui esquecendo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">amigos que acabei perdendo</span><br />
<span style="font-size: medium;">Mas continuo vivendo e aprendendo.</span></div>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6269027390897408011.post-35006618417109576792011-04-12T08:12:00.001-07:002011-04-12T08:12:35.827-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VxNkbJo9FHBfu2ac-gO6kAk6G7WrNRX2QQ2bihA_A9mlNR7vMa4dd87kcPeRHCH0iwD20ODEIQEZo5klcuItqA6LDcZlijpdxUxBJhXzVmvJJwJkvC2eK4mRyWIS2m71IV98FtU3NqM/s1600/REFLEXO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-VxNkbJo9FHBfu2ac-gO6kAk6G7WrNRX2QQ2bihA_A9mlNR7vMa4dd87kcPeRHCH0iwD20ODEIQEZo5klcuItqA6LDcZlijpdxUxBJhXzVmvJJwJkvC2eK4mRyWIS2m71IV98FtU3NqM/s1600/REFLEXO.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span style="font-family: "Times New Roman", "serif"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="color: #444444;">Se sou amado,<br />
quanto mais amado<br />
mais correspondo ao amor.<br />
<br />
Se sou esquecido,<br />
devo esquecer também,<br />
Pois amor é feito espelho:<br />
tem que ter reflexo.</span></span></span>Jessica Priscilahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13438308887430845054noreply@blogger.com0