tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31281278132703159542024-03-13T07:05:44.270-07:00"Um pouco de mel."Sua tristeza permanece nos traços de seu rosto, quase fiel a sua dor. Embora dê sorrisos as vezes, traindo-a.
(Maria Gabriela)Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128127813270315954.post-2381246885020598472011-04-06T10:10:00.000-07:002011-04-06T10:12:07.265-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkJWED03j0U/TZyd-vvAVEI/AAAAAAAAABs/goSu1cs-Cfk/s1600/mundo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" r6="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qkJWED03j0U/TZyd-vvAVEI/AAAAAAAAABs/goSu1cs-Cfk/s320/mundo.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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" Quantos sonhos o mundo já levou de você?"Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128127813270315954.post-20054543991677328132011-01-17T18:52:00.000-08:002011-01-17T18:52:28.803-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTUAMv_cLtI/AAAAAAAAABk/lEu9fGUdsYc/s1600/1290295659281_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" n4="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTUAMv_cLtI/AAAAAAAAABk/lEu9fGUdsYc/s320/1290295659281_f.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Há algo na sua essência que me agrada, me acalma, e diverte!</div>Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128127813270315954.post-17904883136329854002011-01-17T18:48:00.001-08:002011-01-17T18:48:22.958-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTT_TeJTAoI/AAAAAAAAABg/p_SDpbQGVzo/s1600/amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTT_TeJTAoI/AAAAAAAAABg/p_SDpbQGVzo/s1600/amor.jpg" /></a></div><div class="fr">(...) Quero ter alguém com quem conversar. Alguém que depois não use o que eu disse contra mim.</div>Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128127813270315954.post-41355354226274987362011-01-17T18:44:00.001-08:002011-01-17T18:44:58.676-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTT-hJr6qfI/AAAAAAAAABY/itA35WyJ1UU/s1600/renato.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TTT-hJr6qfI/AAAAAAAAABY/itA35WyJ1UU/s1600/renato.jpg" /></a></div><strong>Renato Russo</strong> : Alguém aí , já sofreu por um amor verdadeiro ?<br />
<b>Público</b> : Jááá !<br />
<b>Renato Russo</b> : Duvido. Se fosse amor verdadeiro não faria ninguém sofrer .Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3128127813270315954.post-50305132632833511942010-10-30T17:07:00.000-07:002010-10-30T17:07:16.181-07:00Pensamentos Noturnos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TMytAZECHTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7fYdl-1AW5E/s1600/ATYAAAAAX4xyyTU-oc9sjQm2Ywgqun7Y49G-G0Rc9p4FUcpsHvCc2i0XFWULyMb_pAGfjJVk2WO-qUZs1wzhuDowe1z5AJtU9VBh_mgLmAAFFj2PlsxhAOmifwR-Ng.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" nx="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ah3WZz5CyWY/TMytAZECHTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/7fYdl-1AW5E/s320/ATYAAAAAX4xyyTU-oc9sjQm2Ywgqun7Y49G-G0Rc9p4FUcpsHvCc2i0XFWULyMb_pAGfjJVk2WO-qUZs1wzhuDowe1z5AJtU9VBh_mgLmAAFFj2PlsxhAOmifwR-Ng.jpg" width="246" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Qualquer coisa menos ficar parada. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Se seguir em frente é o caminho, por que o medo de largar o passado?</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">A indecisão me abraça nas balançadas noturnas, enquanto o vento brinca com meus negros cabelos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(Nátali Mikaela e Riani Caroline)</div>Altos Sussurroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16943928037064055196noreply@blogger.com8