tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78990125256848575492024-03-13T23:27:42.304-07:00Quem acredita sempre alcança !Luiza Camposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078498269519409236noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899012525684857549.post-34571102153360916992011-10-11T16:56:00.000-07:002011-10-11T17:02:06.324-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9SOvsd0CsA/TpTXikIzkcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/RAyAD-ajCrc/s1600/tumblr_lepxl7tX041qfp3r5.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-S9SOvsd0CsA/TpTXikIzkcI/AAAAAAAAAoU/RAyAD-ajCrc/s320/tumblr_lepxl7tX041qfp3r5.png" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: linen; color: #cc6666; font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;">“Ele pode estar olhando tuas fotos neste exato momento. Por que não? Passou-se muito tempo, detalhes se perderam. E daí? Pode ser que ele faça as mesmas coisas que você faz escondida, sem deixar rastro nem pistas. Talvez, ele passa a mão na barba mal feita e sinta saudade do quanto você gostava disso. Ou percorra trajetos que eram teus, na tentativa de não deixar que você se disperse das lembranças. As boas. Por escolha ou fatalidade, pouco importa, ele pode pensar em você. Todos os dias. E, ainda assim, preferir o silêncio.Ele pode reler teus bilhetes, procurar o teu cheiro em outros cheiros. Ele pode ouvir as tuas músicas, procurar a tua voz em outras vozes. <b>Quem nos faz falta, acerta o coração como um vento súbito que entra pela janela aberta. Não há escape</b>. Talvez, ele perceba que você faz falta e diferença, de alguma forma, numa noite fria. Você não sabe.Ele pode ser o cara com quem passará aquele tão sonhado verão em Paris. Talvez, ele volte. Ou não.” (CFA)</span>Luiza Camposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078498269519409236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899012525684857549.post-13231250485500769312011-09-18T11:57:00.000-07:002011-09-18T12:28:10.388-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHuoO5YQyfM/TnY-UfsGSPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/07sYLoY1tVk/s1600/tumblr_lf1h1iCXFH1qgn7bxo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="259" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kHuoO5YQyfM/TnY-UfsGSPI/AAAAAAAAAoI/07sYLoY1tVk/s320/tumblr_lf1h1iCXFH1qgn7bxo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Você estará em meu coração, não importa o que dizem. Você vai ficar aqui no meu coração, sempre.</span></span>Luiza Camposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078498269519409236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899012525684857549.post-42397008701059456342011-09-18T11:36:00.000-07:002011-09-18T11:36:00.091-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m3pxCtgceg/TnY6CXkuBlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AdfjoFabF6U/s1600/tumblr_l86v71irIX1qbhyelo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6m3pxCtgceg/TnY6CXkuBlI/AAAAAAAAAoE/AdfjoFabF6U/s320/tumblr_l86v71irIX1qbhyelo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;">Sorria, sem motivo, com motivo, sozinho, ou quando alguém fizer você rir. <b>Apenas sorria</b>, o sorriso abre portas, contagia, diverte.</span>Luiza Camposhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09078498269519409236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7899012525684857549.post-70514634068869351112011-06-27T18:49:00.000-07:002011-06-27T18:49:02.692-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cc0000;"> Eu não fazia idéia que eu era capaz de sentir tanta coisa, por apenas uma pessoa.</span><br />
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