tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9860927739459182462012-01-05T19:32:46.531-08:00(...) Repito para dar sorte...Tainara Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17664049260497287969noreply@blogger.comBlogger31100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986092773945918246.post-51616132569307254012012-01-05T19:32:00.001-08:002012-01-05T19:32:46.541-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aKb4vIywXc/TwZrNRSXLaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zTntyXuiL1A/s1600/fotos-amor-atardecer-p.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3aKb4vIywXc/TwZrNRSXLaI/AAAAAAAAAFA/zTntyXuiL1A/s1600/fotos-amor-atardecer-p.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /><em>Mania de fechar os olhos antes de dormir e te desejar boa noite em pensamento, dorme bem, sonha comigo, te quero muito e bem.</em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/986092773945918246-5161613256930725401?l=palavrasdoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tainara Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17664049260497287969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986092773945918246.post-40515473205361321922012-01-05T19:08:00.000-08:002012-01-05T19:08:09.778-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6nzEtTUaR8/TwZlEcmUIaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XmmIi6ue4eo/s1600/Apaixonados_1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" rea="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c6nzEtTUaR8/TwZlEcmUIaI/AAAAAAAAAE0/XmmIi6ue4eo/s320/Apaixonados_1.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><em>E eu digo sempre no final de cada conversa: Te cuida meu bem... Com vontade de dizer: Me cuida, por favor, pois meu eu está em você...</em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/986092773945918246-4051547320536132192?l=palavrasdoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tainara Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17664049260497287969noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-986092773945918246.post-25256837798220445062012-01-05T18:51:00.000-08:002012-01-05T18:51:04.940-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7fxad2TzNM/TwZgrR5BBjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CLn5woPovwI/s1600/380988_166096760151509_131759023585283_312260_239450900_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="390" rea="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E7fxad2TzNM/TwZgrR5BBjI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CLn5woPovwI/s400/380988_166096760151509_131759023585283_312260_239450900_n.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><br /><div align="justify" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #539bcd; color: white; font: 16px/22px serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">"Então, que seja doce.<br />Repito todas as manhãs,<br />ao abrir as janelas para deixar</div><div align="justify" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #539bcd; color: white; font: 16px/22px serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">entrar o sol ou o cinza dos dias,<br />bem assim, que seja doce.<br />Quando há sol,<br />e esse sol bate na minha cara amassada</div><div align="justify" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; -webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: #539bcd; color: white; font: 16px/22px serif; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; widows: 2; word-spacing: 0px;">do sono ou da insônia,<br />contemplando as partículas de poeira soltas no ar,<br />feito um pequeno universo;<br />repito sete vezes para dar sorte:<br />que seja doce que seja doce que seja doce e assim por diante.<br />Mas, se alguém me perguntasse o que deverá ser doce,<br />talvez não saiba responder...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/986092773945918246-2525683779822044506?l=palavrasdoce.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Tainara Cristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17664049260497287969noreply@blogger.com0