tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79193967952433221982024-02-07T02:57:13.604-03:00Pensamentos SoltosTahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.comBlogger25125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-18034705909068561612011-09-21T01:50:00.001-03:002011-09-21T01:51:28.879-03:00Só amor...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">... E nada mais!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Ou talvez tenha sim, algo a mais, coisas que nem eles mesmos sabiam que existia...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EZx9Z4Q9XoQHYPnOjGjYXYzyz93gxhhUZk_dbM-7Gh4kJHs01e00Qzilrlfk1KnJGhuNG7aHNbzFB9pWYzDvPAweila9ISIwvYayRbezde-C10RNeghc04JdpLvNIXM_pmbIT_e3XCc/s1600/SDC10089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3EZx9Z4Q9XoQHYPnOjGjYXYzyz93gxhhUZk_dbM-7Gh4kJHs01e00Qzilrlfk1KnJGhuNG7aHNbzFB9pWYzDvPAweila9ISIwvYayRbezde-C10RNeghc04JdpLvNIXM_pmbIT_e3XCc/s320/SDC10089.JPG" width="213" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sabe quando a vontade de está sempre perto é maior e mais forte que tudo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Quando o coração dispara só em pensar na outra pessoa?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Quando toda e qualquer discussão se encerra com um beijo?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Quando um abraço diz tudo o que você queria ouvir naquele momento?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sabe quando você sente que encontrou a pessoa certa? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Certa pra que? Ah! Certa (pra tudo), simplesmente certa, diferente de errada.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzmFWTmfrLHYl0i_FVgpMxB3hAZnSWoa2n9qVsWcg4LWU466-YNGyL-9wwQu1uj-bS01cJY44a3uHT90GJiFI0ZGzJLMpSRZFLkR4r6Z3I87NTURI8SJvcwcaUlgrp8qVTErvMDLMD40/s1600/SDC15231.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVzmFWTmfrLHYl0i_FVgpMxB3hAZnSWoa2n9qVsWcg4LWU466-YNGyL-9wwQu1uj-bS01cJY44a3uHT90GJiFI0ZGzJLMpSRZFLkR4r6Z3I87NTURI8SJvcwcaUlgrp8qVTErvMDLMD40/s320/SDC15231.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Assim são eles, se entendem e se completam como ninguém...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Há quem digam que foram feitos um para o outro.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Que seja eterno enquanto dure e que dure para sempre..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="glpkskh01"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">“Como pode? Duas pessoas tão diferentes se amarem tanto a ponto de não conseguirem desviar os pensamentos um do outro? Certo dia me perguntaram: Porque você se apaixonou? Eu respondi: Não sei… E talvez continue não sabendo. Eu simplesmente amo, acordo e vou dormir com ele nos meus pensamentos."</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="glpkskh01"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">(Caio Fernando Abreu)</span></span></span></span></div><br />
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</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan; font-size: xx-small;">P.S.: Eu Te Amo e Te Amo Muito!</span></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-23581043674804181272011-09-17T17:07:00.001-03:002011-09-17T17:12:51.284-03:00Recomeçar...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> A Vida me deu uma nova chance...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZchw9z8qSxG0Qbix2JDdWuW9K3n_O5rP9ygBf1_3-qyQFcCxhE_bvUXaYLFDwCERB3mT7-PAqUSLoaU5I2UsK2-JLxhyIpf5073hYsXWxRWjmi09J5X-9MmdwTx0KoNkgIzA510FFZgM/s1600/recomeco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="241" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZchw9z8qSxG0Qbix2JDdWuW9K3n_O5rP9ygBf1_3-qyQFcCxhE_bvUXaYLFDwCERB3mT7-PAqUSLoaU5I2UsK2-JLxhyIpf5073hYsXWxRWjmi09J5X-9MmdwTx0KoNkgIzA510FFZgM/s320/recomeco.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De recomeçar, de viver, de sonhar, de ser feliz,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E a essa chance estou me agarrando com toda a minha força, dessa vez ela não me escapa.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Yv43C1uXbROv9xDHzwpEg_gvfWRx26Is-C8WvHNf-WbhxIfCOH0VH_AZBp_zsuXZ1lVZH1hVYS7x9EAtTmAxwJVMbvNG8W2TW2OyyCTRlTSi8zBcSSdg31WvmHP_nKmhdfDJ3DkxpDQ/s1600/flor_do_chao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Yv43C1uXbROv9xDHzwpEg_gvfWRx26Is-C8WvHNf-WbhxIfCOH0VH_AZBp_zsuXZ1lVZH1hVYS7x9EAtTmAxwJVMbvNG8W2TW2OyyCTRlTSi8zBcSSdg31WvmHP_nKmhdfDJ3DkxpDQ/s320/flor_do_chao.jpg" width="244" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-Yv43C1uXbROv9xDHzwpEg_gvfWRx26Is-C8WvHNf-WbhxIfCOH0VH_AZBp_zsuXZ1lVZH1hVYS7x9EAtTmAxwJVMbvNG8W2TW2OyyCTRlTSi8zBcSSdg31WvmHP_nKmhdfDJ3DkxpDQ/s1600/flor_do_chao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Só quem passa pelo medo de deixar de viver é que sabe o verdadeiro valor e sabor que se tem por traz de um recomeço.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E que percebe como as menores coisas são as que fazem a diferença.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Eu quero mais é viver, viver, ser feliz e aproveitar cada minuto como se fosse o último.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Obrigada por tudo Meu Deus!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-10542985073218515972011-07-19T16:00:00.001-03:002011-07-19T16:30:15.296-03:00Vontade de voltar no tempo...<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">...e ser criança novamente!</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsS9mM-nW5KtpWmscTw6k7ONrHunaAp9vcCk_CplsH10Y6l25HSD1SS85G4-KZyq9o2QNb2cMuR8TjjickOIO2fhJflw5k8EDx57MoFZ5oqGPDXHc55TbRVi90e5YV9JojaiGNsUftpc/s1600/Eu+7.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQsS9mM-nW5KtpWmscTw6k7ONrHunaAp9vcCk_CplsH10Y6l25HSD1SS85G4-KZyq9o2QNb2cMuR8TjjickOIO2fhJflw5k8EDx57MoFZ5oqGPDXHc55TbRVi90e5YV9JojaiGNsUftpc/s320/Eu+7.JPG" width="212" /></span></a><br />
<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Só pra não ter essas tais preocupações que "gente grande" tem...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De poder fazer birra por nada, de ser mimada por tudo...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De ser corajosa, de poder ser sincera sem ser criticada...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De dormir, acordar, comer e dormir de novo....</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De não precisar pensar no que vai ser ou no que vai fazer no futuro...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De correr de pé descalço na rua, de subir nas árvores, de pular elástico, e brincar de boneca...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">De chorar pra conseguir algo mais rápido e fácil...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Enfim, vontade de fazer tudo novamente...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Saudade do que hoje já não cabe a mim refazer...</span></div><br />
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</div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-47061165138272292102011-07-04T19:00:00.000-03:002011-07-04T19:00:11.756-03:00Carpe Diem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQnyu319mXuDRfEO5zQYQj2vwb4PzcyJGWUJZiDsRrDK3Lu4QxGKuUvwZTDGDWEwwMJrc6yr66RZcSAOUwgisS5iRM2lwLocwFxGs9wnWTsUoyIu2CkbqDXaAoyoChQwRyzNpXpWRNuQ/s1600/carpe_diem1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="230" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilQnyu319mXuDRfEO5zQYQj2vwb4PzcyJGWUJZiDsRrDK3Lu4QxGKuUvwZTDGDWEwwMJrc6yr66RZcSAOUwgisS5iRM2lwLocwFxGs9wnWTsUoyIu2CkbqDXaAoyoChQwRyzNpXpWRNuQ/s320/carpe_diem1.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Aproveitar o momento, eis a melhor descrição dessas palavras.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Aproveitar o que a vida tem de melhor a nos oferecer, saber tirar proveito das melhores e das piores coisas que nos acontecem. Afinal de contas, tudo tem um sentido. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5YapUHvS8uHzTxKVoB4LUPd_-20P3VYReuOiipqzb_V0Rf4ogOU7jTrocPOVKy8G23OwsgZ1gv8siLXxEYUwXKMfPNn5yAC2lWwdEmhz04z0qe7hfMPjEkxNRrpHgOrptWXXuMkl_74/s1600/carpe-diem11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5YapUHvS8uHzTxKVoB4LUPd_-20P3VYReuOiipqzb_V0Rf4ogOU7jTrocPOVKy8G23OwsgZ1gv8siLXxEYUwXKMfPNn5yAC2lWwdEmhz04z0qe7hfMPjEkxNRrpHgOrptWXXuMkl_74/s320/carpe-diem11.bmp" width="320" /></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH5YapUHvS8uHzTxKVoB4LUPd_-20P3VYReuOiipqzb_V0Rf4ogOU7jTrocPOVKy8G23OwsgZ1gv8siLXxEYUwXKMfPNn5yAC2lWwdEmhz04z0qe7hfMPjEkxNRrpHgOrptWXXuMkl_74/s1600/carpe-diem11.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Deve-se viver e viver bem, não se amedrontar com o futuro, é o presente que temos em mãos, então é dele que temos que cuidar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">As nossas atitudes e decisões é que vão orientar o nosso futuro.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZn2lQ0RNwn20-VpztpxwLy14yIRTq3LlcTv1Hf4z530IffIEMSOIYBlHoOict4gOsPBgALoXv4mtkKhLuraoOup4Vei9b7DrS28DYFpVRUD6CfppfMVvJqRDCSRuV0RKNbUiUCQi7mYg/s1600/tumblr_lg2a9zXEzM1qg601xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZn2lQ0RNwn20-VpztpxwLy14yIRTq3LlcTv1Hf4z530IffIEMSOIYBlHoOict4gOsPBgALoXv4mtkKhLuraoOup4Vei9b7DrS28DYFpVRUD6CfppfMVvJqRDCSRuV0RKNbUiUCQi7mYg/s320/tumblr_lg2a9zXEzM1qg601xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Então, é o momento de aproveitar, sem medo, sem receio, entregue-se e aproveite o momento, poderá ele ser um dia o melhor da sua vida.</span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-56574357394756001142011-06-13T17:59:00.004-03:002011-06-14T12:35:25.830-03:00nAMORado<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">O complemento...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Namorar se resume a entender, aceitar, amar, respeitar, compartilhar, brigar também, fazer as pazes principalmente...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVftNzw99imr3Tl9XG5hCmgrqo1HVRGczJkmZFqaUXk-F-1VPh3Z6ZvMsGmgxi7YYaY1w1B4DoplszNsXFSkoJeqNih_tKnPn15llqUSdRlSfpY73hrcE57RWL4yvLh3qmcYIOTW8LJ0/s1600/SDC16041pb.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCVftNzw99imr3Tl9XG5hCmgrqo1HVRGczJkmZFqaUXk-F-1VPh3Z6ZvMsGmgxi7YYaY1w1B4DoplszNsXFSkoJeqNih_tKnPn15llqUSdRlSfpY73hrcE57RWL4yvLh3qmcYIOTW8LJ0/s320/SDC16041pb.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Tamyres e Leonardo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Tárcia e José Ricardo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Tauane e Eduardo</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Denise e Flávio</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mirian e Abel</span><br />
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</div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-48683946476794870632011-06-03T17:56:00.003-03:002011-06-13T19:43:06.329-03:00O que eu quero da vida?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">O melhor e cada vez mais...</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIEr80H8jc0LKaWVV4iJH3kgL2viRTfaw68cXFReygITEy_s2BPO3nuLzUS8MqWaTJi_qVrDC8KhDjFVs-oebl_46VNTpj-vSE2_MjEqk-6ph2pT73W5Mqa9dknyKrSyVp_73JNqFLwY/s1600/MUDANA%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="270" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwIEr80H8jc0LKaWVV4iJH3kgL2viRTfaw68cXFReygITEy_s2BPO3nuLzUS8MqWaTJi_qVrDC8KhDjFVs-oebl_46VNTpj-vSE2_MjEqk-6ph2pT73W5Mqa9dknyKrSyVp_73JNqFLwY/s320/MUDANA%257E1.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Aos meus queridos leitores um sincero pedido de desculpas...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Faculdade e estágio andaram consumindo todo o meu tempo, </span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">mas estou voltando e logo, logo novos textos...</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Beiiijos!</span></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-52622727113273399512011-04-14T20:08:00.002-03:002011-06-13T19:42:25.860-03:00Com os pés fora do chão...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIB3NQZlF_DDjNhchZwgeR-IBr1L2kHb4AJvIeNCh2RrkyGyK0q8LfMYzYzchV5nCZDQGHEV3f41-yqnhJuHQkoww2AZEo6yCpNuYLNBg5Dt3nV03rx7KrJ4Y2aoFHRJ7RMSrkHFtaBc/s1600/3127651850_bc0003b62d.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="245" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZIB3NQZlF_DDjNhchZwgeR-IBr1L2kHb4AJvIeNCh2RrkyGyK0q8LfMYzYzchV5nCZDQGHEV3f41-yqnhJuHQkoww2AZEo6yCpNuYLNBg5Dt3nV03rx7KrJ4Y2aoFHRJ7RMSrkHFtaBc/s320/3127651850_bc0003b62d.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Mas é exatamente quando a gente tá cansado que o coração distrai e então a sorte vem.." </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">(Era Tão Estranho - Gustavo Lins)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sinceramente, é bem isso mesmo, vocês já pararam pra pensar que geralmente os melhores momentos e as melhores pessoas sempre aparecem quando nós já estamos bem cansados e quase desistindo de tudo?</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWbMGWTMuQKpSLEE39lm0Wh87iS0EHnlc-JMyOu7wZkblX8Oj225y5W1moyPZH8HDOpUkunhLtjs9vEBbRzq5AxnJBptHJAGNeUH0fKuwfnQgsjAqlvFmKVVs13yVTYo3RXYlbw7yYRo/s1600/Fly_away_by_trizzie2006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFWbMGWTMuQKpSLEE39lm0Wh87iS0EHnlc-JMyOu7wZkblX8Oj225y5W1moyPZH8HDOpUkunhLtjs9vEBbRzq5AxnJBptHJAGNeUH0fKuwfnQgsjAqlvFmKVVs13yVTYo3RXYlbw7yYRo/s320/Fly_away_by_trizzie2006.jpg" width="225" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mais acreditem, é essa força e essa esperança que nos move, de crer que dias melhores virão.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">O que seria de nós se não acreditássemos nisso?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Acreditem sempre no melhor e o melhor sempre virá...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Esse é o nosso maior erro, esperamos perder pra dar valor...</span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-81018886568376176442011-02-18T01:38:00.001-02:002011-06-13T19:39:24.747-03:00Arrisque-se!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeOQb0Zgq8O6IFmQ_zpqXudp-OTD7dlDwSTd5RrU_yURxIO2lB9ACeoXmBl442r8hd2l__e9OeAh-6_Av_PsrUg1vQTZUSPGSxGVDB61B4s6viuQ9rCZQr4HvMNc4s6P02WQn6HkDcGE/s1600/happy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="211" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyeOQb0Zgq8O6IFmQ_zpqXudp-OTD7dlDwSTd5RrU_yURxIO2lB9ACeoXmBl442r8hd2l__e9OeAh-6_Av_PsrUg1vQTZUSPGSxGVDB61B4s6viuQ9rCZQr4HvMNc4s6P02WQn6HkDcGE/s320/happy.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">A vida só vale a pena quando a vivemos intensamente... Temos que nos arriscar, é, arriscar, seja por qual motivo for.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por um beijo;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por um abraço;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por um sorriso;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por um carinho;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por uma amizade;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por uma paixão;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se por um amor;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se pelo presente;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Arrisque-se pelo futuro;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E tudo começará a fazer sentido... </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Você verá o que realmente é felicidade nesses pequenos riscos que corremos. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-tYg0lQH0l5bQ1ZFWQUGf9toqk9Twj8PCQNsDWP3ZsS9YsO-__DeQw5OxHliE6yiZgN3v_-995msTHTS4Fc8WvynFsZeUzmehkbVRHg9kL4Bl1M9j19q3h1Hwn3FveLkEIzQtOhtEL4/s1600/arrisque.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs-tYg0lQH0l5bQ1ZFWQUGf9toqk9Twj8PCQNsDWP3ZsS9YsO-__DeQw5OxHliE6yiZgN3v_-995msTHTS4Fc8WvynFsZeUzmehkbVRHg9kL4Bl1M9j19q3h1Hwn3FveLkEIzQtOhtEL4/s320/arrisque.jpg" width="240" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Rir, é correr o risco de parecer um tolo;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Chorar, é correr o risco de parecer sentimental;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Abrir-se para alguém, é arriscar envolvimento;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Expor os sentimentos, é arriscar a expor a si mesmo;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Amar, é correr o risco de não ser amado;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Viver, é correr o risco de morrer;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Ter esperanças, é correr o risco de se decepcionar;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Tentar é correr o risco de falhar. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0ufnhVRo1X7HVFg7vo_j7vw_4VLDXrcoSj4pm2eXdPoTqpOtR43KXjtUlMXHA_UYBjJlgxUbOz8rli4s8KY5hbh8UsIaHMcXEwdDflQLoJ4n1EftR50p_7EsRqmy7x7zzuOfn87Rxp0/s1600/tumblr_lg2a9zXEzM1qg601xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mas apesar dos riscos, tudo isso vale a pena!</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0ufnhVRo1X7HVFg7vo_j7vw_4VLDXrcoSj4pm2eXdPoTqpOtR43KXjtUlMXHA_UYBjJlgxUbOz8rli4s8KY5hbh8UsIaHMcXEwdDflQLoJ4n1EftR50p_7EsRqmy7x7zzuOfn87Rxp0/s1600/tumblr_lg2a9zXEzM1qg601xo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="207" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEir0ufnhVRo1X7HVFg7vo_j7vw_4VLDXrcoSj4pm2eXdPoTqpOtR43KXjtUlMXHA_UYBjJlgxUbOz8rli4s8KY5hbh8UsIaHMcXEwdDflQLoJ4n1EftR50p_7EsRqmy7x7zzuOfn87Rxp0/s320/tumblr_lg2a9zXEzM1qg601xo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Arrisque-se! Quem não tenta, não vive!!!"</span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-90493356846324486122011-02-10T02:09:00.002-02:002011-06-13T19:39:04.829-03:00Níver de Uma Melhor Amiga<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSc2OutX1YF6RcHM5-fVsR1i-nE0tTcWmg0M2A0sEC0o2U-gMnUAC7kK2Xl5Uwu5C7q1lZxwLIn3kMoLliIeDND5mNLZ0JBDtOUnaWzTsJAQpfFXCZK-9Ov31WNr77JSD0T1v7FDhONyM/s1600/SDC16715.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSc2OutX1YF6RcHM5-fVsR1i-nE0tTcWmg0M2A0sEC0o2U-gMnUAC7kK2Xl5Uwu5C7q1lZxwLIn3kMoLliIeDND5mNLZ0JBDtOUnaWzTsJAQpfFXCZK-9Ov31WNr77JSD0T1v7FDhONyM/s320/SDC16715.JPG" width="238" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Impossível não saber o real sentido da palavra amizade quando se fala em Tamyres e Tahis.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Em 17 anos aprendemos a conviver e aceitar as nossas diferenças, diferenças estas que com o passar do tempo nem existem mais. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Minha amiga é aquela que me ouve como ninguém, que tem um abraço inconfundível e que não precisa está repetindo a todo momento que me ama para que eu tenha a certeza disso.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Amigas-Irmãs, assim somos nós, uma amizade que resiste ao tempo, pautada na confiança, na honestidade, na cumplicidade, no companheirismo e no amor.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr98zdPRxjtIZ5NR1kJPRFwuoDCQE56F2r-AdnU-I3jEYT8VdIILai_lPkgOoBut94fKXFsfX0FVYSO2abXi53cv-iThoBKehU-cruiEfbw9iwFwvHa54c4tJsBkV4Q7kAqGCBKkA4jZ4/s1600/S2+%252816%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="242" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr98zdPRxjtIZ5NR1kJPRFwuoDCQE56F2r-AdnU-I3jEYT8VdIILai_lPkgOoBut94fKXFsfX0FVYSO2abXi53cv-iThoBKehU-cruiEfbw9iwFwvHa54c4tJsBkV4Q7kAqGCBKkA4jZ4/s320/S2+%252816%2529.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mais falar nessa amizade sem falar na Nathália é impossível, até porque como diz meu amigo Afonso: "Nós três sem a Nathy só somos duas."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Não temos tempo para desavenças, nossa amizade é forte e supera a tudo, o tempo e a distância que o digam.</span></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZ7klCqIG3yrrzf1-z2XlGh9StEzixv1eyHU36KHoVliKe40MacGoEik16eoRl7_08IIzeJGBg3AJWCOnNdnMjGgGQOlv6qbSH1GhCO_aQsrZMZtyr3jNRQwbRpPkPf2GaJPH2x4VvBrc/s1600/SDC16770.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"></span></a><br />
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</div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-25016193003295817482011-02-06T19:17:00.003-02:002011-06-13T19:36:38.355-03:00É preciso saber viver...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslCcA03kF3aX1SJ1Sw2QqkP2_9Ue7oRzNsapzxKWkAbk9v-QhLw3EuH5MCtmfEkyKxJAMYjUh14uhcFS3dlDqphhnoPjZcgcvXoUsnXByxAj8xbh7Z9qI47q9hEXhOEQgNbRRAnRvKGg/s1600/Saber-Viverr.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjslCcA03kF3aX1SJ1Sw2QqkP2_9Ue7oRzNsapzxKWkAbk9v-QhLw3EuH5MCtmfEkyKxJAMYjUh14uhcFS3dlDqphhnoPjZcgcvXoUsnXByxAj8xbh7Z9qI47q9hEXhOEQgNbRRAnRvKGg/s320/Saber-Viverr.jpg" width="316" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> Nossa vida tem a dimensão e a importância que damos a ela. A vida só vale a pena se vivida intensamente e para isso precisamos saber vivê-la.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E olha que nem é muito difícil fazer isso. Se jogue, se solte, divirta-se, ame, curta, aproveite cada momento.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #e06666;">"E no silêncio de um abraço, o tempo para e os pensamentos se cruzam, nenhuma palavra dita, três corações em paz."</span></span></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-40334136924178728332011-01-30T13:18:00.001-02:002011-06-13T19:31:31.613-03:00Um Selinho Especial<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3VHyM8tQm1bDc0OD7qBwzSq8TFnRiSX8DfoDiwXTi19fAQ5tTzit1OF079Fuz_DBfP06mWdy-CPpwvlVl2se7kaN-KoJMqBeNoDtBsvwdgBeq-rdT573RlhCdAc-j7iL3wdWqwzHr4Q/s1600/selinho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn3VHyM8tQm1bDc0OD7qBwzSq8TFnRiSX8DfoDiwXTi19fAQ5tTzit1OF079Fuz_DBfP06mWdy-CPpwvlVl2se7kaN-KoJMqBeNoDtBsvwdgBeq-rdT573RlhCdAc-j7iL3wdWqwzHr4Q/s1600/selinho.jpg" /></span></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Este veio de uma criaturinha muito especial que eu amo... Isnayra Pacheco do lindíssimo blog </span><a href="http://sweetdream-ip.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sweet'Dreams</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">, brigadiiinha minha liiiinda... Amo-te!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mas temos regras, e elas são as seguintes:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">- Contar 10 coisas sobre mim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">- Passar esse selinho para outro 10 blogs</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Assim sendo, vamos lá...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">→ Tahis Cristine</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Estudante do Curso de Nutrição;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Minha mãe, minha avó e meu irmão são os bens mais preciosos que tenho;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Amo fazer novas amizades;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Não tenho uma melhor amiga, e sim duas melhores amigas;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Me apego muito fácil;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Sou altamente dengosa e carente;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Sou muito ciumenta (minhas amigas que o diga...);</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Adoooro conversar;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Chorona assumida;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">♥ Uma eterna apaixonada.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">→ O Selinho vai para:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Nutrição - </span><a href="http://nutricaominhapaixao.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Paixão por Nutrição</span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Marla - </span><a href="http://doidademarluquices.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">transFLORmar-la</span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mario Sioli - </span><a href="http://mariosiolii.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Um dia simplesmente</span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mãe da Gi - </span><a href="http://giannesimplesassim.blogspot.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Gianne, simples assim</span></a><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E só...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Bjinhos!!! ;D</span>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-55233757415074493022011-01-28T22:19:00.004-02:002011-06-13T19:31:14.329-03:00Medo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dH4zw3npJsKyX_pDXNVFmjQRXZhl25tqrkK4Lf6rx-SeUSY0oO-yO6LTJNPVfiHv8K68wxZ-VRkXIHqT6AmCbRKcgpqlNRHT-__U8VNZ1Km3qDf3eYcCzx3RnpF6V5dSiakJ1rPW0EM/s1600/teste_amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="227" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi-dH4zw3npJsKyX_pDXNVFmjQRXZhl25tqrkK4Lf6rx-SeUSY0oO-yO6LTJNPVfiHv8K68wxZ-VRkXIHqT6AmCbRKcgpqlNRHT-__U8VNZ1Km3qDf3eYcCzx3RnpF6V5dSiakJ1rPW0EM/s320/teste_amor.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Medos são um tanto quanto comuns, mais vou me referir a um mais específico: o medo de amar...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">As vezes isso me incomoda de uma forma, queria eu poder entender o que se passa na cabeça das pessoas para terem tanto medo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Perguntei para algumas pessoas sobre isso e eis as respostas que encontrei.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Amamos tanto, mas tanto ao ponto de termos ódio por esse amor, por essa entrega, que na maioria das vezes não é correspondida, seja por qual motivo for.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E isso dói tanto, uma dor diferente de todas as outras dores já sentidas e impossível de ser descrita. Quem já sofreu por amor sabe do que estou falando.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Ainda sonho com o dia em que a reciprocidade será verdadeira.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Parece cliché, as famosas frases de efeito, mais se tiver uma coisa que aprendi nessa vida é que sorrir é o melhor remédio. Duvida? É só testar, não tem dor, problema ou tristeza que resista a um bom sorriso.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Além do que, faz muito bem para a saúde. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Sorrir é um remédio sem efeitos colaterais; não precisa de prescrição e é de graça. Por isso, pare de franzir a testa e solte uma boa gargalhada sempre que possível que os benefícios virão.</span><br />
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<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Sorri</span></i><br />
<i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Vai mentindo a tua dor<br />
E ao notar que tu sorris<br />
Todo mundo irá supor<br />
Que és feliz"</span></i>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-72703475019091513452011-01-25T23:14:00.001-02:002011-06-13T19:29:56.126-03:00O que for pra ser vigora<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L9p30g1ObbbxFLrS9zx-9ITNh7KjM2s-dHUrR_4sDX9tXm_qJtITvUDFlCIeuodLPgYwqo6x5nBu1hAYDVOKlxNarpnJDWRxs_dwOXJZWyzh-ULzKEMf_Dt0zDHKEi9G88eaqLqhmBk/s1600/tumblr_le7cx4W1B81qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4L9p30g1ObbbxFLrS9zx-9ITNh7KjM2s-dHUrR_4sDX9tXm_qJtITvUDFlCIeuodLPgYwqo6x5nBu1hAYDVOKlxNarpnJDWRxs_dwOXJZWyzh-ULzKEMf_Dt0zDHKEi9G88eaqLqhmBk/s320/tumblr_le7cx4W1B81qcuqe6o1_500.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></span></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Para que apressar as coisas e os fatos? Tudo o que tiver que acontecer vai acontecer. Com um pequeno detalhe, não somos nós os responsáveis pelo tempo em que essas tal coisas devem ou não acontecer. Deve-se deixar fluir naturalmente. </span><br />
<div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Pegar um atalho pra se chegar mais rápido onde se quer nem sempre é a melhor opção.</span><br />
<div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Viva, curta, aproveite. No momento certo tudo acontecerá.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Dedicado a Cátia</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Minha Eterna Bunitinha</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-35886967086685528802010-11-14T02:24:00.001-02:002011-06-13T19:28:09.721-03:00Fé<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohIN9fFjrevvbT0ItGQ87wWpBgpznr455_Ql2wwrN2zCwzE6JSQ68qUAMLaB3ZA_v-FMg6ea6wzxd5838CYFewx4pjSfHt6hRYvs8OxOQdMCJ-iEX_IYmyHQj6J7I4CMd5Fnoywk07sY/s1600/MOS_OR%257E2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="238" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgohIN9fFjrevvbT0ItGQ87wWpBgpznr455_Ql2wwrN2zCwzE6JSQ68qUAMLaB3ZA_v-FMg6ea6wzxd5838CYFewx4pjSfHt6hRYvs8OxOQdMCJ-iEX_IYmyHQj6J7I4CMd5Fnoywk07sY/s320/MOS_OR%257E2.JPG" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> A momentos na vida que fogem ao nosso controle, e nada podemos fazer a não ser termos Fé... Mais o que é Fé mesmo? Fé é acreditar, é confiar, é ter esperança, é não desistir e além disso é não esquecer de Deus e do que Ele nos diz: </span><em><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Não tenhas medo, que eu estou contigo. Não te assustes, que sou o teu Deus. Eu te dou coragem, sim, eu te ajudo. (Isaías, 41). </span></strong></em></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Confiar e acreditar no que ele diz é o que nos impulsiona e nos faz ter força e coragem para seguir em frente.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_5rMV9D3qPAyp_HZLGTdAz286AE6SDKTb6zU_RLn0ObbOrkE1G2LRgK7uICnAMJJUUyrIfRhVlBJ9JDXeemmY6qDArICZLbnLRfPE61ooy8DJR-6mSnqbz_b99XBsBHhLYnIWMtMHpQ/s1600/sorte.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="320" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-_5rMV9D3qPAyp_HZLGTdAz286AE6SDKTb6zU_RLn0ObbOrkE1G2LRgK7uICnAMJJUUyrIfRhVlBJ9JDXeemmY6qDArICZLbnLRfPE61ooy8DJR-6mSnqbz_b99XBsBHhLYnIWMtMHpQ/s320/sorte.jpg" width="277" /></span></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Vai dá tudo certo! Basta ter fé...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><em><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></span></span><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></span></em><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Estarei sempre ao teu lado!</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><strong><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Minha Estrela em Forma de Gente..." </span></span></strong></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Dedicado a </span><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Alice Cardoso</span></strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Amo-te!!!</span></strong><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> ♥</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span></em></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7919396795243322198.post-39215105022585748382010-11-10T22:33:00.002-02:002011-06-13T19:27:30.555-03:00Amizade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTC-DaPeQqpoaobi0h_C-V44SM60xAEb_YCOaTrNnP_-IA8sYMjMhD07FTsOPefR2j6x6I6Si6TN-75mbh7ll7rHiJSTf10vhoFXvLehsVGD09ZOC81Gta9StbjrMqlwdnLIw_EshcQYc/s1600/amizade1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTC-DaPeQqpoaobi0h_C-V44SM60xAEb_YCOaTrNnP_-IA8sYMjMhD07FTsOPefR2j6x6I6Si6TN-75mbh7ll7rHiJSTf10vhoFXvLehsVGD09ZOC81Gta9StbjrMqlwdnLIw_EshcQYc/s1600/amizade1.jpg" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Companheirismo, cumplicidade, compreensão e amor. Mais nem sempre se pensa em amizade dessa forma, amizade é bem mais do que um abraço, uma palavra de consolo ou um sorriso estampado no rosto. </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">O real sentido da amizade é perceber e entender o que se passa por trás de cada uma dessas ações, é saber que as vezes só a companhia já basta, a necessidade de ambas as partes é o que realmente nos faz querer ser amigos.</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Cativar, éis ai o principio de uma verdadeira amizade... </span><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"</span></em><em><span class="ft"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">E eu não tenho necessidade de ti. E tu não tens necessidade de mim.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> </span><span class="ft"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Mas, se tu me cativas, nós teremos necessidade um do outro..."</span></span></em></div><div 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/AVvXsEjPUq4gk6gtdNXEQ0488SnfTjJjTSkJg2rZGBoFXNsz5laWCU9PpXAKnjipRJJ7rx_tkTIi_7nWiF1EP8xYpOoyHoYj0VkkyrnjCg-75ysEWyjKV_7VyY8Kd1BTDzjZTSrzzWEqmsEL1YY/s1600/amizade-libre.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><img border="0" height="239" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPUq4gk6gtdNXEQ0488SnfTjJjTSkJg2rZGBoFXNsz5laWCU9PpXAKnjipRJJ7rx_tkTIi_7nWiF1EP8xYpOoyHoYj0VkkyrnjCg-75ysEWyjKV_7VyY8Kd1BTDzjZTSrzzWEqmsEL1YY/s320/amizade-libre.jpg" width="320" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="ft"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">Se não existissem amigos a vida perderia completamente a graça e o sentido.</span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="ft"><em><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Basta vocês existirem para me completar..."</span></em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">"Eu poderia suportar, embora não sem dor, </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">que tivessem morrido todos os meus amores, </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="ft"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">mas enlouqueceria </span></span><span class="ft"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">se morressem</span></span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"> todos os meus amigos..." </span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">(Vinicius de Moraes)</span></span></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"><br />
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</span> </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="ft"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;">*Às Minhas Eternas Amigas*</span></span></span><span class="ft"></span></div>Tahis Vasconceloshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06801324138109481880noreply@blogger.com2