tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26499198120080179922024-03-13T05:25:41.900-03:00TEM O CERTO. TEM O ERRADO.E TEM TODO RESTO.Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.comBlogger78125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-88619836967652051392011-07-25T13:28:00.002-03:002011-07-25T13:32:43.951-03:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHk4QKTOoUA/Ti2Z8ndbmPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RPH12VdgjzE/s1600/tumblr_lhgm5zywHH1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 158px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rHk4QKTOoUA/Ti2Z8ndbmPI/AAAAAAAAAVs/RPH12VdgjzE/s400/tumblr_lhgm5zywHH1qdfy88o1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633327975573985522" /></a><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>ele:</strong> Parece que é para sempre.<br /><strong>ela:</strong> Eu me pergunto se ele ainda se importa.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><br /></b></p></span>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-8470002860873014402011-07-25T13:24:00.000-03:002011-07-25T13:25:59.821-03:00<img src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lk25u5D9t31qh72ano1_500.gif" /><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >É incrível mas <strong>o meu coração</strong> mesmo com todos <em>os motivos para desistir de você</em></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 13px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" >, <strong>ele não desiste</strong>.</span></span></div><div></div><div></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-87514987869327785772011-07-25T02:47:00.001-03:002011-07-25T02:47:48.998-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; ">Eu quero cuidar o tempo todo de você, <em>eu quero te ter em braços</em>. Eu quero por um momento te abraçar , <strong>abraçar o meu mundo</strong>.</span>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-22616866041619766352011-07-25T02:41:00.000-03:002011-07-25T02:42:08.179-03:00<img src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnlzot9urw1qdr44qo1_500.gif" /><div><br /></div><div>I just want to be your world forever.</div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-66472337164389361502011-07-25T02:23:00.001-03:002011-07-25T02:23:05.585-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, Tahoma, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 13px; "><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>Ele:</strong> Hoje me perguntaram o meu motivo de sorrir.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>Ela:</strong> E o que você respondeu?</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>Ele:</strong> Eu disse que <em>era o mesmo motivo</em> pelo qual eu vivo.</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>Ela:</strong> E qual é o motivo?</p><p style="margin-top: 5px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 2px; margin-left: 0px; "><strong>Ele:</strong> Você.</p></span>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-11094477341431178212011-07-25T02:11:00.006-03:002011-07-25T02:25:40.308-03:00You see I never stopped loving you, even though I couldn’t see you.<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-41340038376303827792011-07-25T02:10:00.000-03:002011-07-25T02:11:36.174-03:00im sorry<div>for everything, i love you , even if you dont believe it. a part of my heart is yours, and will always be, forever. Aand I promise, i'll never, never leave you. </div><div>As if i had a choice... </div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-57580814794017219822011-07-25T01:31:00.000-03:002011-07-25T01:32:00.637-03:00The Phantom Of The OperaSay you’ll share with me one love, one lifetime. Lead me, save me from my solitude. Say you want me with you, here beside you. Anywhere you go, let me go, too. Love me, that’s all I ask of you.Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-24940538903015627262011-07-25T01:30:00.003-03:002011-07-25T02:31:35.618-03:00I want to tell you, again, I love you. Our love has been the thread through the labyrinth, the net under the high-wire walker, the only real thing in this strange life of mine that I could ever trust. Tonight I feel that my love for you has more density in this world than I do, myself: as though it could linger on after me and surround you, keep you, hold you.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-69772659618786988742011-07-19T00:12:00.003-03:002011-07-19T00:15:29.393-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: [<i class="fine">while hanging from the Ferris Wheel</i>] Will you go out with me?<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: What? No.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: No...?<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: No.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: Why not?<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: I don't know, because I don't want to.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: OK, then you leave me no other choice.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: [<i class="fine">Lets go with one hand</i>] AHHHH!<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: I'm gonna ask you one more time, will you or will you not go out with me? I think my hand's slipping.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: OK, OK. Fine I'll go out with you<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: No, don't do me any favors.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: No, no I want to.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: Say it.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: I wanna go out with you.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: Say it again.<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm1046097/"><i>Allie</i></a>: I WANNA GO OUT WITH YOU!<br /><a href="http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0331516/"><i>Noah</i></a>: All right, all right we'll go out. </span></span>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-24411266602027435122011-07-18T23:48:00.006-03:002011-07-18T23:58:32.196-03:00thanks.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZsTIv5sq0Q/TiTyy2JpLAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V2IKIVWBCUk/s1600/6780fa0266558a845dd63ac70e941482.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cZsTIv5sq0Q/TiTyy2JpLAI/AAAAAAAAAVk/V2IKIVWBCUk/s400/6780fa0266558a845dd63ac70e941482.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630892389463305218" /></a>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-89467962352217470682011-07-18T23:34:00.001-03:002011-07-18T23:34:25.724-03:00<div>If you love somebody, let them go. If they return, they were always yours. If they don't, they never were.</div><div><br /></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-15567236260765414072011-07-18T23:31:00.001-03:002011-07-18T23:31:38.491-03:00<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" > I think I love you. Is this love? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. </span></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-21277247663863995032011-07-18T23:12:00.002-03:002011-07-25T02:33:48.611-03:00<span class="Apple-style-span">after all that we've been through...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span"><img src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loafhmo0ol1qef9uko1_500.gif" /></span></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-43483752050025424892011-03-04T23:39:00.002-03:002011-03-04T23:41:19.636-03:00almost like a diary.Sometimes I act like a fool.<br />Maybe I'm a fool.<br />People say 'never give up your dreams'.<br />May everybody that says that had already given up their dreams?<br />And what if your dream is, in reality, unachievable? Would you still fight for your dream to come true?<br />I'm so exhausted. No matter what I do, no matter how many times I try, it'll never happen.<br />I'm almost convincing myself I should get a chair, sit, and wait my life to be over.<br />You may say I'm doing too much drama.<br />All that I show is a fucking smile on my face. No matter if I'm dying, I'll tell you all that I'm just fine.<br />Honestly, I don't see any of you doing something to help me. In some cases, because no one gives a shit about what I feel. In other cases because there's nothing to be done to help me.<br />What I feel inside is consequence of what happens outside. Even though this phrase is true, I'm almost the only one who can do something to make me feel better. Then, the problem goes to another part of me. I mean, my emotional side fights against my rational side.<br />I don't take a serious position just because when I use too much one of these sides, the other complains and I always end giving up. What happen in this case? Well, I cry. I fucking cry.<br />I don't know why I'm writing this all. Maybe because I can analyze better what I'm feeling, maybe not.<br />The conclusion is: I'm sick, maybe I'm mad.. Anyway, I don't give a fuck to what I have, because all I will do is keep living this shit life until Death convokes me.<br />And if anyone of you comes to me and say 'what's going on?', 'I wanna help you'.. well, better go to the hell before I say it to you. You just cannot do anything to help. Remember that before say I'm being stupid with you. In addition, I prefer to keep anything else that is not written to myself.<br />Take care.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">44.caliber love letter</span>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-79394702347019014552011-03-02T15:55:00.002-03:002011-03-02T15:56:19.428-03:00<div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:verdana;" >Um milhão vezes zero é zero. Ou seja: não coloque sua intensidade onde não tem nada. </span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-family:verdana;" >Tati Bernardi</span></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-16731632317786307592011-02-23T02:07:00.002-03:002011-03-02T15:43:06.860-03:00Publicar um texto é um jeito educado de dizer "Me empresta seu peito porque a dor não tá cabendo só no meu".Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-54137487102237302852011-02-16T23:28:00.004-02:002011-02-17T23:36:32.346-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXt7Gn4texc/TVx_FS2qjtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ByD02hQb_K0/s1600/ALoNe_by_day_light.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 316px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fXt7Gn4texc/TVx_FS2qjtI/AAAAAAAAAVA/ByD02hQb_K0/s400/ALoNe_by_day_light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5574470167715024594" border="0" /></a><br />Embora nada nos leve ao passado em que estivemos juntos;<br />e nada jamais nos faça ser quem um dia fomos, e dizer o que un dia dissemos..<br />Embora tudo tenha doido como uma facada ou como o fogo quando arde na pele..<br />Embora o destino tenha nos separado sem pedir permissão, e os caminhos levaram-nos ao mais distante possivel..<br />Embora estaremos sós sempre..<br />No fundo, bem lá no fundo; por baixo de todas as feridas cicatrizadas, em algum lugar escondido, em uma chama quase que imperceptível; nós ainda estamos lá.<br /><br />Dentro de mim,<br />dentro de você.<br />Dentro de nós.Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-31055758387318235372011-02-14T23:04:00.004-02:002011-02-14T23:05:18.562-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u916NvJqntw/TVQj8bfiznI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DI-izu-lkF4/s1600/7f8e286260e8f679350507b023e326169a9d2dcc.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 194px; height: 139px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-u916NvJqntw/TVQj8bfiznI/AAAAAAAAAdk/DI-izu-lkF4/s1600/7f8e286260e8f679350507b023e326169a9d2dcc.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-26267730305517467082011-02-14T21:09:00.008-02:002011-02-17T23:50:48.207-02:00Amor<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RM_VphV1VtA/TUibltSXV6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/euKQAKzdW9g/s320/7322ab2774c36740569b2833a37f937f1cc5bb40.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 182px; height: 121px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_RM_VphV1VtA/TUibltSXV6I/AAAAAAAAA6o/euKQAKzdW9g/s320/7322ab2774c36740569b2833a37f937f1cc5bb40.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style=";font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >é quando você tem todos os motivos </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">para desistir de alguém, e não desiste</span>. </span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">William Shakespeare</span></span></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-29082413996367055362011-02-11T23:23:00.008-02:002011-02-17T23:54:15.647-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGcxjVY9WXA/TVXlq0wwCCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TNNf8wGK8oU/s1600/goodbye_by_bati_b-d34cns9.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 168px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jGcxjVY9WXA/TVXlq0wwCCI/AAAAAAAAAUI/TNNf8wGK8oU/s400/goodbye_by_bati_b-d34cns9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572612637821241378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Partiu antes de dizer qualquer palavra que pudesse expressar seus sentimentos.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Partiu sem sorrir.<br />Partiu e disse adeus a quem nao queria dizer.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >"Melhor assim"<br />- pensou consigo.</span></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-2319698707381832892011-02-10T20:31:00.004-02:002011-02-10T21:53:41.128-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVD9VbiGi48/TVR6J7QFcLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JHJoVYHCOvg/s1600/OQAAALnbA56WTRDnHUCTallg6e_HbeFj1GGraigSnT5eIyTveDTyOrEj35BmWMBmcJNodBaYMRC1LN6CvvSGB80KYQkAm1T1UPu2vLc53MH0rUyruMryI7tBs5Ai.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 413px; height: 271px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MVD9VbiGi48/TVR6J7QFcLI/AAAAAAAAAUA/JHJoVYHCOvg/s400/OQAAALnbA56WTRDnHUCTallg6e_HbeFj1GGraigSnT5eIyTveDTyOrEj35BmWMBmcJNodBaYMRC1LN6CvvSGB80KYQkAm1T1UPu2vLc53MH0rUyruMryI7tBs5Ai.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572212949906714802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" ><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">How wonderful life is;</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> now you're in the world.</span></span><br /></div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-74180621548359128712011-02-08T02:37:00.007-02:002011-02-17T23:51:56.948-02:00...Está vendo essa dor que agora samba no seu peito de salto agulha? Você ainda vai olhá-la no fundo dos olhos e rir da cara dela..<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TVDJJeXGzjI/AAAAAAAAATY/x2Yt0kLjMCE/s1600/inner_war_by_lostcaradelneil-d3909bh.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 341px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TVDJJeXGzjI/AAAAAAAAATY/x2Yt0kLjMCE/s400/inner_war_by_lostcaradelneil-d3909bh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571173903663287858" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Agora não da mesmo pra ser feliz, é impossivel. Mas quem disse que a gente precisa ser feliz? Isso é bobagem. Como Vinicius cantou "<span style="font-style: italic;">é melhor viver do que ser feliz</span>". Por que, pra viver de verdade, a gente tem que quebrar a cara, tem que tentar e não conseguir. Achar que vai dar, e ver que não deu. Querer muito e não alcançar. Ter e perder. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e dizer uma coisa terrível, mas que tem que ser dita. Tem que ter coragem de olhar no fundo dos olhos de alguém que a gente ama e ouvir uma coisa terrível, mas que tem que ser ouvida. <span style="font-weight: bold;">A vida é incontornável. A gente perde, leva porrada, é passado pra trás, cai. Dói, ai, dói demais. Mas passa.</span> Está vendo essa dor que agora samba no seu peito de salto agulha? Você ainda vai olha-la no fundo dos olhos e rir da cara dela. Juro que estou falando a verdade. Eu não minto. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vai passar</span>.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">[Caio Fernando Abreu]</div>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-7075742437984655212011-02-08T01:01:00.005-02:002011-02-08T01:44:12.379-02:00Alone.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TVC7D6RMpLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cTUNVeFz_50/s1600/1231258957KDW1A3p.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 285px; height: 426px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TVC7D6RMpLI/AAAAAAAAASQ/cTUNVeFz_50/s400/1231258957KDW1A3p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571158414912693426" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A cada despedida, a <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >solidão</span>.<br /><br />Como naquele dia em que o céu estava triste e cinzento.<br />Deus não estava lá.<br />Com as mãos suadas, olhos lacrimejando, coração palpitante. Agarrei-me forte em teus braços, enquanto ainda era tempo, disse que lhe amava centenas, milhares de vezes. E realmente lhe amo.<br />Com os pés descalços, olhos umidos; sigo na chuva fria, de um dia frio a estrada que me leva pra longe de ti. Estrada amedrontadora.<br />Ainda sinto o gosto do beijo que despediu-me de ti. O calor, o<span style="font-size:130%;"> amor</span>.<br /><br />A falta da tua companhia me arranha o peito e me corroi por dentro.<br /><br />É como um ciclo sem fim; despedida e solidão.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Amar demais dói</span>.Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2649919812008017992.post-85034603917430865082010-12-27T00:54:00.000-02:002010-12-27T00:55:38.628-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TRgADSt7tsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/izNxxTD861Y/s1600/love1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oVv6jhpfdDw/TRgADSt7tsI/AAAAAAAAAR0/izNxxTD861Y/s200/love1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5555190196925609666" /></a>Saumensch.http://www.blogger.com/profile/03756955694447379112noreply@blogger.com2