tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67080786966405695172011-11-27T16:51:27.378-08:00Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.comBlogger51100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708078696640569517.post-86627925313620523582008-07-03T08:33:00.000-07:002008-07-03T08:46:37.692-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/SGzzrv6NsiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1rKNai9-UCA/s1600-h/o_amor.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218814001136120354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/SGzzrv6NsiI/AAAAAAAAAF0/1rKNai9-UCA/s400/o_amor.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>(...)</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Sinto necessidade de dizer que te AMO…<br />Pode parecer estranho e talvez ridículo,<br />Mas é um sentimento (mais que) profundo.<br /><br />É algo puro e genuíno<br />É um amor simplesmente Único</strong></span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Nada nem ninguém derruba.<br /><br />Neste momento és a pessoas mais importante,<br />És o pilar que me segura quando preciso,<br />O teu carinho e força Completa-me.</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;">.</span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"></span></strong></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708078696640569517-8662792531362052358?l=pukenita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708078696640569517.post-25707758682909397722007-11-19T13:18:00.000-08:002008-06-06T07:15:01.233-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/R0IDj8ig8UI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PO-ZoEtrJU4/s1600-h/s340x255.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134670441236984130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/R0IDj8ig8UI/AAAAAAAAAD0/PO-ZoEtrJU4/s400/s340x255.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Posso não ser como gostariam,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>mas não tenciono mudar</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Sou como sou,</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Por muito que doía aos incomodados</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Mas não nasci para gostar de todos</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Nem quero que todos gostem mim</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>Afinal de contas é bom saber que incomodo </strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc6600;"><strong>É sinal que sou especial para quem não me ama.</strong></span></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"><strong>=)</strong></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Amo quem me ama,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Ignoro os Hipócritas.</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Não tenho que gostar de quem não sabe amar,</strong></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3333ff;"><strong>Porque do amor nem todos saber gostar</strong></span><br /></span><br /><strong><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"></span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708078696640569517-2570775868290939772?l=pukenita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708078696640569517.post-40129738621126931452007-09-19T06:00:00.000-07:002007-09-19T06:09:28.477-07:00<a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RvEefXjmoRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K9aXwY46h3M/s1600-h/36256_65.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111900576290349330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RvEefXjmoRI/AAAAAAAAABQ/K9aXwY46h3M/s400/36256_65.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ao teu lado sou</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tão humano que a tua frieza fere a pele</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sou tão forte que aguento a morte</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">As vezes enlouqueço</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tentando encontrar pistas </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Tentando apagar tuas pegadas </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Por vezes vejo-me magoada</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Ao ver-te</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">O coração dispara </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">O riso congela</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">As pernas tremem</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Do centro de minha razão</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Escapa as mais loucas atitudes</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Sou criança que precisa de colo</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Um adulto cansado que quer deitar</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nesta vida virei uma viajante</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Parando em cada instante</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nas malas a ilusão</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Entre roupas meu coração</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nada me resta</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">Nada mais presta.. </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708078696640569517-4012973862112693145?l=pukenita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708078696640569517.post-41867093068243176592007-09-07T16:03:00.000-07:002007-09-07T16:07:18.614-07:00<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RuHZfh5ciZI/AAAAAAAAABA/1CSkgWlWJMs/s1600-h/garfiel.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107602588113340818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 110px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="162" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RuHZfh5ciZI/AAAAAAAAABA/1CSkgWlWJMs/s400/garfiel.jpg" width="135" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc33cc;"><strong>Muitos dos nossos problemas – talvez a maioria - devem-se ao facto de nunca os termos olhado de frente, de nunca os termos confrontado. E não olhar para eles é dar-lhes energia; ter medo deles é dar-lhes energia; tentar constantemente evitá-los é dar-lhes energia, porque estaremos a aceitar que são reais. A sua própria aceitação é a existência deles, senão aceitarmos, eles não existem.</strong></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708078696640569517-4186709306824317659?l=pukenita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6708078696640569517.post-13202854520691382062007-08-21T17:53:00.000-07:002007-08-21T18:08:25.692-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RsuL9x5ciUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pJT4iQrcPdw/s1600-h/felicidade%20roubado%20de%20lud.gif"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101324896409782594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kWFdGyxFHXQ/RsuL9x5ciUI/AAAAAAAAAAc/pJT4iQrcPdw/s400/felicidade%2520roubado%2520de%2520lud.gif" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#000066;">Há um desejo</span></div><span style="color:#000066;">Que esvoaça no ar.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há uma sede</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Para matar</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E uma fome de [te] provar.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há mil labirintos</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">A percorrer</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Nessa estrada de vida</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Definitivamente</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Infinita,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Delimitadamente</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E fémera,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Mas imperfeitamente</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Bela.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há milhares de projectos</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">para trabalhar.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há cinco,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E há quem diga seis,</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Sentidos para</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Conhecer</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E saborear.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há tantos sentimentos</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">por descobrir</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E sentir.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há tantos momentos</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Para desgostar</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E para amar.</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">E em todos</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Há uma vida</span><br /><span style="color:#000066;">Para descobrir.</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6708078696640569517-1320285452069138206?l=pukenita.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Drinitahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09334316394463884590noreply@blogger.com1