tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8134950627142265412024-02-02T03:42:35.051-03:00Came to me..Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.comBlogger35125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-35665760131873784892010-08-12T14:27:00.001-03:002010-08-12T14:35:43.706-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAaPia35QXiqNVVwjddddMWl2_fmb66BZ-UHRbEWFnAe7XOl57l1ymf4y98CSaQMpqj4FJeNiq14m0C1VzJOyMhK71YiTjkcqy52rtObdmhKkTKcbpOFKCB_UlJ5MA4aGcFIZ6X_u_8_ub/s1600/4325435428_315d74d371_z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAaPia35QXiqNVVwjddddMWl2_fmb66BZ-UHRbEWFnAe7XOl57l1ymf4y98CSaQMpqj4FJeNiq14m0C1VzJOyMhK71YiTjkcqy52rtObdmhKkTKcbpOFKCB_UlJ5MA4aGcFIZ6X_u_8_ub/s320/4325435428_315d74d371_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504578200465263362" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 153, 153); font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Amor bobagem que a gente não explica, ai, ai<br />Prova um bocadinho, ô<br />Fica envenenado, ô<br />E pro resto da vida é um tal de sofrer<br />Ôlará, ôleré<br />Ô Bahia<br /><br /><br /></span></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-23096706712022932432010-06-09T23:53:00.001-03:002010-06-10T01:11:41.474-03:00Rastro de felicidade<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Sabe, amor de porta e janela,<br />amor de calçada..andando na praia.<br />Então, ele vai passando...<br />e as historias acumulando...<br />e vão deixando um rastro de felicidade.<br />Mas, ao mesmo tempo tá ali e não passa, não passa.<br /><br />Dedicado ao xarope, mais xarope de todos</span><a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf("ubtn-disabled") == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >!</span><br /></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-34924685859357373022010-06-09T10:10:00.003-03:002010-06-09T12:20:02.453-03:00Miragem<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWaSECKT3FJass0jR49uhR2RZ6hA09Vam5WEC_f5t-2xa7jwghC0cxja46CKPWCuye41ukwGZMZrOELZyuZW5r2J4WfzX0xAOvHM0Xf4HldpUQVZ-li0rNs3wn5Jdx0zUr1Ly__QqP3KY/s1600/mila+e+lola.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihWaSECKT3FJass0jR49uhR2RZ6hA09Vam5WEC_f5t-2xa7jwghC0cxja46CKPWCuye41ukwGZMZrOELZyuZW5r2J4WfzX0xAOvHM0Xf4HldpUQVZ-li0rNs3wn5Jdx0zUr1Ly__QqP3KY/s320/mila+e+lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480793304797306066" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:130%;">Um fogo-fátuo, uma miragem... </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ou apenas cenário! </span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Um vaivém.</span></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-78955999181333398172010-05-09T16:33:00.004-03:002010-05-09T16:41:18.267-03:00E ai...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1ljP4e_ROuLDmZl57T3U7CDkTKfa2Soizo5_2uGYf3vSM1mNt9uvyyitYIkn2L9QdK2LAn5S0tX7b2PQnO_40nDy0wSpEH7TfoS5oJtmAteTSiv8kB1uayv4wcG2k95ppLQHesXk_ZJr/s1600/mudita+e+lola.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjX1ljP4e_ROuLDmZl57T3U7CDkTKfa2Soizo5_2uGYf3vSM1mNt9uvyyitYIkn2L9QdK2LAn5S0tX7b2PQnO_40nDy0wSpEH7TfoS5oJtmAteTSiv8kB1uayv4wcG2k95ppLQHesXk_ZJr/s320/mudita+e+lola.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469355967673009714" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">O querer-te veio como uma onda que dentro </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">de mim era controlável até então,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"> mas por um momento sutil e desatento, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">ela veio com uma sagacidade doce, </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 0);">que me dominou totalmente.</span></span><br /></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-86486350702157359802010-04-06T22:22:00.007-03:002010-04-06T22:51:25.948-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgBvEEUD5QbT0XX__b-t9FCcnar2Oc4ZmY5AMc_doyf_9pS4TNJDywR7YnXrSZi_1ZotoNltiLHEYwA1FBC-nw9Nmul4A5XmjhCoX0M1gT54ZTwNT2a14CCusMBl4rGysRLRcwey04L3S/s1600/GR_1A300.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E foi assim que aconteceu...<br /> fiquei lá jogando todos os trocadilhos que eu conheço,<br />pensando que o broto já tava na rede,</span><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > toda se entregando,<br />deixando a cachoeira do amor me levar e ai quando menos eu esperava... </span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxl2MsTo9erbI9A5x7CHc6X6g5b3rRWEUh5GJr2IXTpbk3t771RDTknQXc46qIMgatLRGaoAQYljnlcZxDRBOESr6kIU_fS7-ErUjYJs7zAMgdjJMRVISk22V1p1eGDsQVKIAT-_LxwOU/s1600/lucyschroeder.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJxl2MsTo9erbI9A5x7CHc6X6g5b3rRWEUh5GJr2IXTpbk3t771RDTknQXc46qIMgatLRGaoAQYljnlcZxDRBOESr6kIU_fS7-ErUjYJs7zAMgdjJMRVISk22V1p1eGDsQVKIAT-_LxwOU/s320/lucyschroeder.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457204212893380226" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Ele me deu uma rasteira, e cai igual uma jaca no chão, ora bolas, mas que coisa!</span><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgBvEEUD5QbT0XX__b-t9FCcnar2Oc4ZmY5AMc_doyf_9pS4TNJDywR7YnXrSZi_1ZotoNltiLHEYwA1FBC-nw9Nmul4A5XmjhCoX0M1gT54ZTwNT2a14CCusMBl4rGysRLRcwey04L3S/s1600/GR_1A300.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 255px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPgBvEEUD5QbT0XX__b-t9FCcnar2Oc4ZmY5AMc_doyf_9pS4TNJDywR7YnXrSZi_1ZotoNltiLHEYwA1FBC-nw9Nmul4A5XmjhCoX0M1gT54ZTwNT2a14CCusMBl4rGysRLRcwey04L3S/s320/GR_1A300.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457204400197185234" border="0" /></a>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-68988922845358506402010-03-31T08:52:00.002-03:002010-03-31T08:58:50.233-03:00Diga lá...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_DTyhqJeT2n_yZ7FhiBdt-Gi8d5QnfwOWtDR5AhbgJjE_ayOj4pb7cb3-aGCYN96ktJ_53Mo_nc0QHiq75Qv_fm3LXR0RXb0_x8joiHtMGGW80eSBT6Exy_nW48Ty-V1qYMTbhYgxlD-/s1600/7959fe262b5cf3919b13927c616789558ce75fd0_m.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ_DTyhqJeT2n_yZ7FhiBdt-Gi8d5QnfwOWtDR5AhbgJjE_ayOj4pb7cb3-aGCYN96ktJ_53Mo_nc0QHiq75Qv_fm3LXR0RXb0_x8joiHtMGGW80eSBT6Exy_nW48Ty-V1qYMTbhYgxlD-/s320/7959fe262b5cf3919b13927c616789558ce75fd0_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454766008472793778" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);font-size:130%;" >se perguntarem por mim..</span>.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Diga que fui ali!</span><br /><br /><br /></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-59396963435422918412010-03-31T08:43:00.003-03:002010-03-31T09:04:42.185-03:00Cabeça<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvPc6HLHMVNguy5qNAPyjhLAea_yr59W70jaxore6V9bVlH7qdpDMLteQ9gU5kTjEGURHTp4QmXmZoxKE0nWGsXU8tuPuCtdjMmF36-KxIhWT9rPkZty1_eNZ6KgyApov7HQm7A-aFTM2/s1600/pensar.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIvPc6HLHMVNguy5qNAPyjhLAea_yr59W70jaxore6V9bVlH7qdpDMLteQ9gU5kTjEGURHTp4QmXmZoxKE0nWGsXU8tuPuCtdjMmF36-KxIhWT9rPkZty1_eNZ6KgyApov7HQm7A-aFTM2/s320/pensar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454762532580794978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Ai que cabeça dura a minha, essa mania de transparência, a necessidade de desabafar...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Tá dificil!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">A construção de um novo conceito está a tona.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Controle emocional é o que há.</span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-13932201483139407712010-03-19T21:15:00.004-03:002010-03-19T21:29:13.652-03:00Navegar é preciso, viver não é preciso.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUY7X06uCne7GYBCWIw8Q1Ee1dQXYrkiELHYnYgwP0ssCTw07GIL8MMeiIA5JIH7ahKwc0ZyqpC5HSTJ7pwmD2QW21kgJxpRLwfF2JROdtb-LoLOoJOoPiFyTyi4DctcnEkCC_OddRJoW/s1600-h/alguidar.0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoUY7X06uCne7GYBCWIw8Q1Ee1dQXYrkiELHYnYgwP0ssCTw07GIL8MMeiIA5JIH7ahKwc0ZyqpC5HSTJ7pwmD2QW21kgJxpRLwfF2JROdtb-LoLOoJOoPiFyTyi4DctcnEkCC_OddRJoW/s320/alguidar.0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450504375638441778" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAGgVmf5k1O8dBHZZrMLXE-TgTGKCZuyygTYcBZ3tZzMrF3w8pnoM_yHHK0CfHF9IY09QZtqltwLEHKHbDX2HAQsfwVD0UmucnI6I6jKffFzUsUNVaP-AHING_yXV8dxa87PqSL7T4t6Nr/s1600-h/pinga.jpg"><br /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;">O Barco!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"> Meu coração não aguenta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"> Tanta tormenta, alegria</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"> Meu coração não contenta</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"> O dia, o marco, meu coração</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-style: italic;"> O porto, não!...</span></span><br /></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-58315348254154320672010-03-02T21:06:00.003-03:002010-03-02T21:15:59.219-03:00Caetano<span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;">De 5 vezes q escuto essa música, choro 3</span><br /><object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTqq9aSac9w&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lTqq9aSac9w&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-38627450083664570332010-02-03T15:34:00.003-02:002010-02-03T16:01:12.115-02:00Certeza<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Ao menos leve uma certeza, você me deixa doído.<br />Mas só não me deixará doido, porque isso sou, isso já sou.</span><br /></div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFsxKKEL184DbZ-naQvcyp3Hzube3mdAcSy7JaA6ABXCk9h592aeQu6WbKvSAyk-jBEjZcDPNWkkaVn0_JRgaR7Zr3d30UvS0l-p7IItZExZcP5yYoJ0uwIGyjpfPi1QhM8hzLvvrhmoI/s1600-h/luui.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOFsxKKEL184DbZ-naQvcyp3Hzube3mdAcSy7JaA6ABXCk9h592aeQu6WbKvSAyk-jBEjZcDPNWkkaVn0_JRgaR7Zr3d30UvS0l-p7IItZExZcP5yYoJ0uwIGyjpfPi1QhM8hzLvvrhmoI/s320/luui.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434076557621713378" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-18672038983666375662009-12-21T21:51:00.011-02:002009-12-21T22:10:11.453-02:00Coragem<div style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">Ame</span> </span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">profundo e apaixonadamente. </span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"><br />Você</span> pode sair ferido,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >mas essa é a <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">única</span> maneira </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >de </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">viver a </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">vida</span> <span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);">completamente</span>.</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-3JyDs6lC6onIm-gHxsLsuZu4duqh_VMaYWRuukLfYh56EuAd7J0WVpsULUCU63ZCQ5RnsuKxmbFmdbIpyue__3KLYiBbEx0ZGkHEArjFg9QixJYNjq00fOu-14JVZmaLHG6fyeTScA3/s1600-h/044.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF-3JyDs6lC6onIm-gHxsLsuZu4duqh_VMaYWRuukLfYh56EuAd7J0WVpsULUCU63ZCQ5RnsuKxmbFmdbIpyue__3KLYiBbEx0ZGkHEArjFg9QixJYNjq00fOu-14JVZmaLHG6fyeTScA3/s320/044.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417843601210075410" border="0" /></a>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-48286695588021383602009-12-14T16:31:00.000-02:002009-12-14T16:32:38.895-02:00<object width="320" height="265"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYE1RD1itrA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cYE1RD1itrA&hl=pt_BR&fs=1&" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"></embed></object>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-42953148187020781932009-12-04T21:06:00.013-02:002009-12-08T10:45:30.766-02:00Gostos<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ver as gotas de chuva descerem da janela, gosto também do reflexo das mesmas escorrendo no banco da frente do carro, acho tão bonito</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de esperar o ônibus da Ju dar a volta só pra dar um tchauzinho carinhoso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ver elefantes voarem no marzão de águas transparentes</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ouvir minha mãe dar gargalhada,é tão engraçado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto do cheiro de cimento e de coco de vaca, exótico! Mas é serio, eu gosto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ficar horas olhando aquário com diversos peixes a nadarem despreocupados com o mundo lá fora, nem aí pra nada, tenho inveja dessa vida despreocupada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de deitar na grama e olhar pro céu, contar estrelas, falar bobagens</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto do parque do barulho das cigarras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de sentir o vento no meu rosto batendo bem forte</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de mergulhar bem fundo e abrir os olhos debaixo d'água, ver o Luquinhas fazendo o mesmo, e sentir tal esforço de ambos, sem medir barreiras até mesmo com o cloro perfurando nossos olhos, só pra ter o prazer de ver os rostos desfigurados pela água</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de abraçar bem apertado, sentir o coração</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de comer azeitona, bacon, marshmallow</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de sentir saudade do Yuri e as vezes não gosto, é confuso</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de assistir um monte de homem correndo atrás de uma bola, fico com o coração na mão</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de sentir a terra, plantar, plantar, plantar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de cachorro, de receber aquelas lambidas tão sinceras</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto da casa cheia, do povo rindo, bebendo cerveja, ouvindo musica, falando alto</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto do som do mar, das ondas desesperadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ficar em casa assistindo filmes, bebendo coca-cola e comendo pipoca</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de fazer exercicios faciais em frente ao espelho</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ficar do lado do Luiz, e ele simplismente não precisa falar nada</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de dar carinho, cafuné no cabelo, mão no rosto, chero no cangote</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ir no samba aos sábados, converssar com a terceira idade</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de converssar sobre sexo com a Luma, sem vergonha nenhum</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">a</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto de ter amor pelas coisas, amor por gente, lugares, animais, momentos.....</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Gosto Gosto Gosto Gosto Gosto.</span><br /></span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-67882276302102298962009-11-15T00:56:00.007-02:002009-11-15T01:23:23.765-02:00De tão lindo, fico calma..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2Fg8WQ1HfjozhN5TbzdNR65wmj1jc8MCU-7WhiVi2orDZYiEvz3Rlg8WPjmTBRO4FV7EB-Ihlq_bu6a-ccbFdqezEZx_sxzeSmHGELgP93368i63CxIeWrlcNvg5Hg1mSmIz9f5THWThc/s1600-h/28_MHG_tartaverde.jpg">,</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivXLY07x4H7h-OLBmi26Y6OeCNH5-aMobGxkbBDtEr6GfxFWN63ikeV4jfaFPfGWtkg0ChQ5o8sySib8u-6uSgwkA3MosXhhoDw_0LE2Xpe0OV98piwlbVRDyX40-LVsbHADPD1v3mg0nF/s1600-h/200901280447125.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 228px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYjPNXegIlEzysVT0zZAGlqkBm5qiHwbK3nySXo_wRbps2y7daJL3djW-bPvRgGqybXCGB_lcHhdYCwJjTcf3wh5kNOs0VEZai0MV-GxRwhvZwR1frjyBlqkjYmCK8Cr86ecnL-ckQxzkE/s320/0,,14850148,00.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404162002031208242" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDwKKFFtb4GGCuKvZ2v67TXd-wPsqyT0eHhrNAKtwRAnfjETohuLInNnA3gi_2wAj63bSnE6DcK5vzBCye-1SdFxhDhp4AXKuk1mdSaIHGNgyypxnsd0jneU99PqPGHrII06bZeJm2j0/s1600-h/tartaruga.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMnDwKKFFtb4GGCuKvZ2v67TXd-wPsqyT0eHhrNAKtwRAnfjETohuLInNnA3gi_2wAj63bSnE6DcK5vzBCye-1SdFxhDhp4AXKuk1mdSaIHGNgyypxnsd0jneU99PqPGHrII06bZeJm2j0/s320/tartaruga.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404161173547255426" border="0" /></a>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-76343101131067172052009-11-15T00:29:00.001-02:002009-11-15T00:51:06.627-02:00É questão de tempo<span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >Esses momentos dificeis.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >eita momentos dificeis.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >agoniantes, irritantes, mas...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >já já vão passar!</span><br /></span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-46662818219761980872009-10-19T22:55:00.002-02:002009-10-19T22:57:39.486-02:00Eis a questão:<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">É melhor comer um prato de goiabada junto, do que, comer um prato de merda sozinho.</span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-31668208181935026742009-10-12T12:59:00.002-03:002009-10-12T13:03:36.983-03:00??<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU08p06PdN_9mwxoXgqOppRF2SzTYZUNCHKBbVKZdBGChLbNl1Ss_7LKHGuy5CDnHA6JCpEoQDwnxAbKbF9AG5NEAVLyZHMuvsl5Qf7Uf3EvHyJXYrOgbh8_IIJZBlk54hV1dZ1ULqwQ9/s1600-h/OgAAAIO7wBZza8i6u_o32cciVLw4IziXLTAyovS5YTRT6ZucM1_LHQRUzoUyfgjowkl2X54aw3K2Gj0G6kiw0gCGtaIAm1T1UAn8rMRvFbMFBa5HZTxAvtrtb-iM.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391743915003884978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbU08p06PdN_9mwxoXgqOppRF2SzTYZUNCHKBbVKZdBGChLbNl1Ss_7LKHGuy5CDnHA6JCpEoQDwnxAbKbF9AG5NEAVLyZHMuvsl5Qf7Uf3EvHyJXYrOgbh8_IIJZBlk54hV1dZ1ULqwQ9/s320/OgAAAIO7wBZza8i6u_o32cciVLw4IziXLTAyovS5YTRT6ZucM1_LHQRUzoUyfgjowkl2X54aw3K2Gj0G6kiw0gCGtaIAm1T1UAn8rMRvFbMFBa5HZTxAvtrtb-iM.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-61061566409883447982009-10-07T21:12:00.000-03:002009-10-07T21:13:53.662-03:00<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Que diabos é tudo isso? Estou quase convencida de que nada existe.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Noa C.</span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-75600411261864398402009-10-06T11:07:00.007-03:002009-10-06T11:16:28.753-03:00A gente tbm tem mito.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTVOF1VaeJwDHy5RHoIlQ8Eg7vqyPmx3NA3mVU8cA_bSB4sB11fyESECWMvi41RYJIDpR3SRLHM5VmBjq5NwM8rnBXqrMjEF8FtgqRnykGqiSLhSrEyRq8m0i_gD9Svp8dEW0Xgv1CUbX/s1600-h/OgAAAFdGGzZf2T4QypHe7y88cI4Z0Siu3_QCJHbU3sO1lQU-S4HI6iwqDsZO-oD5xDHHxECih512O0ObDPcjKccz4rsAm1T1UPZoXVycb0JEDdSlip6I8bLH9yTv.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUTVOF1VaeJwDHy5RHoIlQ8Eg7vqyPmx3NA3mVU8cA_bSB4sB11fyESECWMvi41RYJIDpR3SRLHM5VmBjq5NwM8rnBXqrMjEF8FtgqRnykGqiSLhSrEyRq8m0i_gD9Svp8dEW0Xgv1CUbX/s320/OgAAAFdGGzZf2T4QypHe7y88cI4Z0Siu3_QCJHbU3sO1lQU-S4HI6iwqDsZO-oD5xDHHxECih512O0ObDPcjKccz4rsAm1T1UPZoXVycb0JEDdSlip6I8bLH9yTv.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489413280277106" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJoc3vYUbdG5AeU5jSPGKboayuQPX6YSsAaxFRztcVHdXQ2HQJML4KNj2dbHkXiSAg2ez7ZMddJqNkdOL4hYOCMups-IqsyIN_0b_LgQZ5yM1k1s2M4WCPrg6jukmzZlA6B12BhLnf3CA/s1600-h/OAAAACuPOTgam8mpTdRh24zuR4e185JiVw93y0Qkv3N6NLk0aMTbkg4kPjGWIpbYfbsf4QBA_1Cw89VQ3G2pn6ITfs8Am1T1UK7d0rlIhcYixjup3aT5cBqdoB-v.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieJoc3vYUbdG5AeU5jSPGKboayuQPX6YSsAaxFRztcVHdXQ2HQJML4KNj2dbHkXiSAg2ez7ZMddJqNkdOL4hYOCMups-IqsyIN_0b_LgQZ5yM1k1s2M4WCPrg6jukmzZlA6B12BhLnf3CA/s320/OAAAACuPOTgam8mpTdRh24zuR4e185JiVw93y0Qkv3N6NLk0aMTbkg4kPjGWIpbYfbsf4QBA_1Cw89VQ3G2pn6ITfs8Am1T1UK7d0rlIhcYixjup3aT5cBqdoB-v.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489206668114754" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBE-Nvb7HG64s1vHtXwgv_FdXqKHpHBEEjN8gHv1Ffi52vzc3d-KwdfwZsUldO9c-j1bFB162wLGiLuaqYIcpf5cd9hpcxYWcFcasuslwzqPSkViu9SO3Tv_12en8y7OO5kb8qwdiN0kF/s1600-h/Picture+220.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoBE-Nvb7HG64s1vHtXwgv_FdXqKHpHBEEjN8gHv1Ffi52vzc3d-KwdfwZsUldO9c-j1bFB162wLGiLuaqYIcpf5cd9hpcxYWcFcasuslwzqPSkViu9SO3Tv_12en8y7OO5kb8qwdiN0kF/s320/Picture+220.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389489023184992722" border="0" /></a><br />É em Brasilia também temos cultura rapá<br />"O mito do calango voador"Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-1573036128704117342009-10-05T18:16:00.003-03:002009-10-05T18:53:47.271-03:00Saudade insana<span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saudade de quem não vejo há anos,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saudade de quem não vejo há dias,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saudade de quem não vejo ontem,</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saudade me faz fazer loucuras..</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Saudade do tempo, da chuva, do mar e da primavera que só vem uma vez ao ano...</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">e nada consigo fazer quando a saudade me aperta!</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O importante da saudade é a sede de matá-la afogada em um rio verde cheio de despedidas desordenadas, depois voltar à tona, subir ate a superficie e respirar profundamente, como se fosse a primeira vez.</span><br /><span style="font-family: verdana; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Com saudade sinto que a ausência é dolorosa, e a consequência de ficar perto do motivo é freneticamente intensa.<br />Que saudade é essa?<br />Minha saudade,saudade insana.<br /></span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-69169963193658923572009-10-03T22:12:00.001-03:002009-10-03T22:15:00.424-03:00<strong><em>Doido</em></strong> <strong><em>atrai</em></strong> <strong><em>doido</em></strong>.Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-83599041314899985822009-09-30T10:55:00.011-03:002009-09-30T11:16:38.252-03:00A chuva passa, passou.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5T-MCe_i2emDSgiGjhgFpd8iPVoHtDXxkH-zP5YO-IUcTPdeSvpDTATtXKx_PgGS_MDmyfofS10sHWZqNH48jQjzuLEvEis6_4bqnzyxd_U3XXqU-iVSs9emn-4ZiTGgJyIqdSpk-BIA/s1600-h/2Henri+de+Toulouse-Lautrec+-+The+Kiss+1892.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ5T-MCe_i2emDSgiGjhgFpd8iPVoHtDXxkH-zP5YO-IUcTPdeSvpDTATtXKx_PgGS_MDmyfofS10sHWZqNH48jQjzuLEvEis6_4bqnzyxd_U3XXqU-iVSs9emn-4ZiTGgJyIqdSpk-BIA/s320/2Henri+de+Toulouse-Lautrec+-+The+Kiss+1892.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387261071737073314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:180%;">A chuva passa, passou.</span></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >e vem a lua molhada </span> <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >e a sanfona danada </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >e nós vivemos de <span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"><span style="font-size:180%;">amor</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span></span></span><br /></div><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" > </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >- Baianos e Novos caetanos</span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-83913588842160078572009-09-30T10:55:00.008-03:002009-09-30T11:15:20.915-03:00Mãe diz coisas lindas.<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >A felicidade é feita de momentos.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >Ou seja, viva de momentos...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >p.s.:Acho que foi a coisa mais bonita que m</span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;font-size:100%;" >inha mãe disse pra mim!</span></div>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-20247012843445733422009-09-26T08:17:00.003-03:002009-09-28T10:20:51.437-03:00E você?<span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Uns preferem dinheiro, outros querem um passeio no precipicio..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" >Confesso que adoraria um passeio exótico.</span>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-813495062714226541.post-10513718484637134992009-09-25T11:13:00.005-03:002009-09-30T07:57:12.824-03:00Bebês<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqxzHNyySjNwRATOMulqOOULsmLvk-w2JPJlqivu3j8cy_RYT8b66E-dGlPGKE_IHl49g7ui-V8JxvVB10pcJY_EYd3TxrP2WdwVKF08aEMI3wzFnKW9yuCC4i5QqHqqq7OmY457vxkdj/s1600-h/abra%C3%A7o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyqxzHNyySjNwRATOMulqOOULsmLvk-w2JPJlqivu3j8cy_RYT8b66E-dGlPGKE_IHl49g7ui-V8JxvVB10pcJY_EYd3TxrP2WdwVKF08aEMI3wzFnKW9yuCC4i5QqHqqq7OmY457vxkdj/s320/abra%C3%A7o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387212762781585538" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>Eu estava a reparar os bebês e como eles tem uma liberdade desprentesiosa, se mexem todo, colocam o pé na boca, se contorcem de um jeito que só vendo, uma gracinha! Fazem careta quando não gostam de algo, sem se importar se vai agradar ou não; soltam pum na frente de todo mundo, sem pudor nenhum. São tão bonitinhos, com aquelas <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">mãozinhas</span> e pezinhos minúsculos, e tão misteriosos ao mesmo tempo, quando a gente menos espera eles dão risada do nada, olhando um ponto fixo, minha a<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">vó</span> diz que eles estão vendo anjos, e você fica a se perguntar ,será anjos?Será q <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">veem</span> anjos mesmo?E quando dormem, as vezes dão gargalhadas, será que sonham com anjos brincando com borboletas coloridas em um lindo jardim florido sobre um céu azulado?Uma loucura...</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"><em>O instinto é uma coisa que me deixa intrigada, acabam de nascer e já começam a chupar o <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">biquinho</span> do peito da mãe desesperado, como se fizesse isso a muito tempo, e rola aquele negócio do cheiro também,segundo tia Tânis 'é totalmente animal, os dois se cheirando depois do parto,"instinto animalesco",<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">engraçadíssimo, e a</span> dúvida da existência de um amor assim, tão fugaz, era inevitável, mas quando sabe que ta grávida em questão de segundos, você já ama aquela criaturinha, e em seus pensamentos você pensa "ele existe, esse amor existe".'</em></span><br /><em><span style="font-family:verdana;">Fiquei com ele no colo e senti sua respiração pelo diafragma, tão cheiroso.Apertou minha mão e senti uma energia pura, poderia ficar <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ali</span> horas olhando ele dormir e umaginando seus sonhos.Quero ser mãe, quero muito ser mãe.</span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;"></span></em><br /><em><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Inspiradao no meu priminho João,2 meses</span></em>Lolahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08929450937508977675noreply@blogger.com1