tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17239552122890915762024-03-19T08:54:25.644-07:00Alguns procuram a felicidade......outros a criam."Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-55267868791935538882010-06-18T09:52:00.000-07:002010-06-18T10:08:22.237-07:00à boca fechada... (José Saramago - in memorian)<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67ZjtCaYyy70XCo_RlDtU51nq-pkQL589W2PwcEY8QZgmlkah1VJqeHP93lXbcwhWeJumIKqQpXqqsQ00w9tIgY8mziBbEJh4YHBIYiXllzWBObPYWQwyXi23L7N2ZDpiyb-WOeUSSUs/s1600/adeus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484160927452710930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj67ZjtCaYyy70XCo_RlDtU51nq-pkQL589W2PwcEY8QZgmlkah1VJqeHP93lXbcwhWeJumIKqQpXqqsQ00w9tIgY8mziBbEJh4YHBIYiXllzWBObPYWQwyXi23L7N2ZDpiyb-WOeUSSUs/s320/adeus.jpg" border="0" /></a> Não direi: <div align="center">Que o silêncio me sufoca e amordaça.</div><div align="center">Calado estou, calado ficarei, </div><div align="center">Pois que a língua que falo é de outra raça. </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Palavras consumidas se acumulam,</div><div align="center">Se represam, cisterna de águas mortas, </div><div align="center">Ácidas mágoas em limos transformadas,</div><div align="center">Vaza de fundo em que há raízes tortas. </div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Não direi: </div><div align="center">Que nem sequer o esforço de as dizer merecem,</div><div align="center">Palavras que não digam quanto sei </div><div align="center">Neste retiro em que me não conhecem. </div><br /><div align="center">Nem só lodos se arrastam, nem só lamas, </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Nem só animais bóiam, mortos, medos, </div><div align="center">Túrgidos frutos em cachos se entrelaçam </div><div align="center">No negro poço de onde sobem dedos.</div><br /><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Só direi, Crispadamente recolhido e mudo,</div><div align="center">Que quem se cala quando me calei </div><div align="center">Não poderá morrer sem dizer tudo.</div><div align="center">(José Saramago)</div><br /></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-71504710312782841242010-06-18T09:39:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:50:25.970-07:00Quem és...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzrAEReebesw1AKqbEM05ORVx1T-zDZcoUJ0-htWMJFcLnPP3HW4jrKK04Dm7epYFBpeTHGMKVi9wBk4JQiqsYop-YEBtWsVKALT1AdEet8jNEXbNHyyAk2MneFNhcLypwQ9MUA697CM/s1600/bebe.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484157003820042722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 265px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOzrAEReebesw1AKqbEM05ORVx1T-zDZcoUJ0-htWMJFcLnPP3HW4jrKK04Dm7epYFBpeTHGMKVi9wBk4JQiqsYop-YEBtWsVKALT1AdEet8jNEXbNHyyAk2MneFNhcLypwQ9MUA697CM/s320/bebe.jpg" border="0" /></a> Quem tu és não importa,<br /><div align="center"><div align="center">nem conheces </div><div align="center">O sonho em que nasceu a tua face:</div><div align="center">Cristal vazio e mudo. </div><div align="center">Do sangue de Quixote te alimentas,</div><div align="center">Da alma que nele morre é que recebes </div><div align="center">A força de seres tudo.</div><div align="center">(José Saramago)</div></div></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-55680855616867576462010-06-18T09:28:00.000-07:002010-06-18T09:39:13.691-07:00Na ilha que somos nós...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD28-FmvfTtHPmie1wbUgPu3upgy_Ol9lv43HcpZbn9dn-GFkEVmuRXUhfoEUGdqz8vpNyKgKnkJ4cXZPSVS4suT_Y_S02bvhMwKFV9buraQjIb8rEch_OHcADny_XHbL9lZM4IWgZ5Y/s1600/terra-lua.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5484153977392192898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWD28-FmvfTtHPmie1wbUgPu3upgy_Ol9lv43HcpZbn9dn-GFkEVmuRXUhfoEUGdqz8vpNyKgKnkJ4cXZPSVS4suT_Y_S02bvhMwKFV9buraQjIb8rEch_OHcADny_XHbL9lZM4IWgZ5Y/s320/terra-lua.jpg" border="0" /></a> Na ilha por vezes habitada do que somos,<br />há noites,manhãs e madrugadas<br />em que não precisamos de morrer.<br />Então sabemos tudo do que foi e será.<br />O mundo aparece explicado definitivamente<br />e entra em nós uma grande serenidade,<br />e dizem-se as palavras que a significam.<br />Levantamos um punhado de terra<br />e apertamo-la nas mãos.<br />Com doçura.<br />Aí se contém toda a verdade suportável:<br />O contorno, a vontade e os limites.<br />Podemos então dizer que somos livres,<br />com a paz e o sorriso<br />de quem se reconhece e viajou<br />à roda do mundo infatigável,<br />porque mordeu a alma até aos ossos dela.<br />Libertemos devagar a terra onde acontecem milagres<br />como a água, a pedra e a raiz.<br />Cada um de nós é por enquanto a vida.<br />Isso nos baste.<br />(José Saramago)<br /></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-64558288186476873502010-06-16T13:54:00.000-07:002010-06-17T06:36:14.366-07:00...Chuva de Graças!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzm43ohnuJ6C9KLcp4ztX-bafsjgqIt9nIQYmlr4NgiYtDNgnccDEF2eJ_wWNCDP-FtPJcv9NRMrZuC5uI0YXB5OJmh6ALg1lEMvR8BV8QZzI6TYskLb9EN9HQVgwv2D4XGD83YWhoqw/s1600/78.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483477836861011314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 311px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEzm43ohnuJ6C9KLcp4ztX-bafsjgqIt9nIQYmlr4NgiYtDNgnccDEF2eJ_wWNCDP-FtPJcv9NRMrZuC5uI0YXB5OJmh6ALg1lEMvR8BV8QZzI6TYskLb9EN9HQVgwv2D4XGD83YWhoqw/s320/78.jpg" border="0" /></a> Olhe com os olhos da Fé para cima e</div><div align="center">Pegue com o seu coração</div><div align="center">As graças de Deus estão sobre você </div><br /><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.sissinossosite.net.br/Rock-U/U2-2010-People/One-With-Mary-Jane-Blige.mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-9993419202342757022010-06-16T13:44:00.000-07:002010-06-16T13:45:33.198-07:00...it just needs to be true.<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GFtfo-8YFod9hSv9kdUhQhNW9kQKebRPjyfh3BDAIQcHvUd0Zq1cFOj6tqsR_LImSRVnDs-PeiikrFTqr47hEoMJ56uaZ3B-cpCt-8JQJyIMNRMxT4-B3ICZANv2ZK7ZRaRA-fjPMYQ/s1600/74.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483475263517083042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 247px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3GFtfo-8YFod9hSv9kdUhQhNW9kQKebRPjyfh3BDAIQcHvUd0Zq1cFOj6tqsR_LImSRVnDs-PeiikrFTqr47hEoMJ56uaZ3B-cpCt-8JQJyIMNRMxT4-B3ICZANv2ZK7ZRaRA-fjPMYQ/s320/74.jpg" border="0" /></a> O amor não precisa ser perfeito</div><div align="center">Ele só precisa ser de verdade<br /><br /></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-33963506994198613032010-06-16T13:37:00.000-07:002010-06-16T13:43:43.634-07:00...***...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKTgPImUc81cdNYIdU1ot6t6vI_-jkUEg3zY9CjR1Af74s94bfCZHWNdSSkbAL7EeQIfKwd5LGvSXv-98v7hltLmgkbd3rh36hh_pjG8oOWA_8606Iux-5Qo462hMN7_K26WXORHgVsg/s1600/75.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483473638208039154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXKTgPImUc81cdNYIdU1ot6t6vI_-jkUEg3zY9CjR1Af74s94bfCZHWNdSSkbAL7EeQIfKwd5LGvSXv-98v7hltLmgkbd3rh36hh_pjG8oOWA_8606Iux-5Qo462hMN7_K26WXORHgVsg/s320/75.jpg" border="0" /></a> "É, eu só lamento, sabe. </div><div align="center">Lamento ter visto muita coisa numa pessoa que não viu nada em mim." </div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-56038403432850294272010-06-15T15:08:00.000-07:002010-06-15T15:15:32.433-07:00Quem duvida???<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TNN6bDtLuuKUFqjEEfnInkbSgUTfckyZ9Y79rJrYm8btMyqC4_eLe44VKRmdoW4ivlJjbOY9aUrbqJeky37v3fZftpJQTb6vL22D2LYTYoLiHOxGSZydjYp-HMRnzEvv1cf-iswBcsA/s1600/73.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483125989230315042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2TNN6bDtLuuKUFqjEEfnInkbSgUTfckyZ9Y79rJrYm8btMyqC4_eLe44VKRmdoW4ivlJjbOY9aUrbqJeky37v3fZftpJQTb6vL22D2LYTYoLiHOxGSZydjYp-HMRnzEvv1cf-iswBcsA/s320/73.jpg" border="0" /></a> Brasil, meu Brasil brasileiro</div><div align="center">Meu mulato inzoneiro</div><div align="center">Vou cantar-te nos meus versos</div><div align="center">Brasil, samba que dá</div><div align="center">Bamboleio, que faz gingar</div><div align="center">Ô, Brasil do meu amor</div><div align="center">Terra de Nosso Senhor </div><br /><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.sissinossosite.com.br/Nacio-G/Gal-Costa/Aquarela_Do_Brasil.mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-19656007862404714982010-06-15T14:56:00.000-07:002010-06-15T15:08:01.135-07:00Como não podia deixar de ser...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhyphenhyphenpoma29F-aXSGqiHPbSCZkYeeQW4v2Kbcdp6JZItKHo9-G0BL5SQ49qU255rNWpYOGs7N2iyz8WK0IJSm9lI3R7e9f-jPzie4ZFIe9L4igvqavqxKOEPWler-8WghdmLe-GlRNM_UU/s1600/76.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483125567908468946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPhyphenhyphenpoma29F-aXSGqiHPbSCZkYeeQW4v2Kbcdp6JZItKHo9-G0BL5SQ49qU255rNWpYOGs7N2iyz8WK0IJSm9lI3R7e9f-jPzie4ZFIe9L4igvqavqxKOEPWler-8WghdmLe-GlRNM_UU/s320/76.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dá-lhe Brasil!!!!!<br /><div align="center"></div></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-88977797910433528012010-06-15T14:55:00.000-07:002010-06-15T15:12:17.490-07:00Dá-lhe Brasil!!!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJYHDmPF7aiPBjwAsNWBK2lh2ol5qYNlPSKU-bJOOb-BjSvei14EhaAt-_xTmHCZlOhFi3ZGDDtQXlkA4Y4owW1IWED-N1vto_qKDj2I-NAVF8wFVj9mnFotI0aUbiUv031X3Gb3FMUQ/s1600/72.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483126617656171842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMJYHDmPF7aiPBjwAsNWBK2lh2ol5qYNlPSKU-bJOOb-BjSvei14EhaAt-_xTmHCZlOhFi3ZGDDtQXlkA4Y4owW1IWED-N1vto_qKDj2I-NAVF8wFVj9mnFotI0aUbiUv031X3Gb3FMUQ/s320/72.jpg" border="0" /></a> E que venha o Hexa!!!<br /><div align="center"></div></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-51389304226503843332010-06-11T15:50:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:55:55.777-07:00Guardei esta flor para você...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQdp1wzPDRuCXK7eBMyRIcSizgMFF9EBQt44QlJoVm7aR1L2plvfGpTlT28k_Psz314gEq5VP9YGMSpWzh3L7dRGKEIAQQFI_jTXObfZPLQPjiA3asxQhyphenhyphenkbTWiM5vYyml1lak64bcLA/s1600/8a7d082a46967dc9f94c1775ae6351cc40c774d4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481652816413166242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 262px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDQdp1wzPDRuCXK7eBMyRIcSizgMFF9EBQt44QlJoVm7aR1L2plvfGpTlT28k_Psz314gEq5VP9YGMSpWzh3L7dRGKEIAQQFI_jTXObfZPLQPjiA3asxQhyphenhyphenkbTWiM5vYyml1lak64bcLA/s320/8a7d082a46967dc9f94c1775ae6351cc40c774d4.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Quando se ama não é preciso entender o que se passa lá fora, pois tudo passa a acontecer dentro de nós".<br /><div>(Clarice Lispector)</div><br /><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.sissinossosite.com.br/Nacio/Vanessa-Da-Mata/Ao-Vivo-Multishow-(2009)/Amado.mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-82769260871645965782010-06-11T15:30:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:49:21.266-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGmG_B6Gkr-YmARr9qyelszgr3e5K4t7hGF1Bo1uVBsdrqsfD7FfWPqITHuRvVUNG_wWtcfvj95sRgeoAxTXTAR3hBgCu5dp6fsQawlUAvNIgyQb7DSqkdvdwzYspy2YcjkmaYS5zt_Y/s1600/67.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481651908763031522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 290px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpGmG_B6Gkr-YmARr9qyelszgr3e5K4t7hGF1Bo1uVBsdrqsfD7FfWPqITHuRvVUNG_wWtcfvj95sRgeoAxTXTAR3hBgCu5dp6fsQawlUAvNIgyQb7DSqkdvdwzYspy2YcjkmaYS5zt_Y/s320/67.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div></div><div>A vida é um grande espetáculo. Só não consegue homenageá-la quem nunca penetrou dentro de seu próprio ser e perceber como é fantástica a construção da sua inteligência.</div></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-51618090232552839572010-06-11T15:24:00.000-07:002010-06-11T15:56:55.492-07:00Solidão...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtqaTGcC2FgeBNArqNAvBU5dZSIN7JSICa-ydBaH9fN6NAB60bSizgfycFjdOrn_6KXuUC_2IRMGq7bLJXiCJOwAMXkpErgVk4xhtMHt7-nHKN_eAI40_0UmSdUQQUq9YQc8367RFyzc/s1600/64.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481646403539462594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqtqaTGcC2FgeBNArqNAvBU5dZSIN7JSICa-ydBaH9fN6NAB60bSizgfycFjdOrn_6KXuUC_2IRMGq7bLJXiCJOwAMXkpErgVk4xhtMHt7-nHKN_eAI40_0UmSdUQQUq9YQc8367RFyzc/s320/64.jpg" border="0" /></a>Quando somos abandonados pelo mundo, a solidão é superável;quando somos abandonados por nós mesmos,a solidão é quase incurável...Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-9557056894313198482010-06-09T14:58:00.000-07:002010-06-09T15:09:36.315-07:00Cinco minutos...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4F2_XH0EflCh6nh8Xd84qawdJuVXeaC0wyOicQqssxLIX0nDRrJGKqE_4nR7DbHzsJs3zk94gF1eXrY76kQg6RkYBM4ut8UWlzPBkaGmmFFLdN7j8DBgcLekq2MYj_Xwt0xLJKn3XFv0/s1600/56.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480896775013021666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4F2_XH0EflCh6nh8Xd84qawdJuVXeaC0wyOicQqssxLIX0nDRrJGKqE_4nR7DbHzsJs3zk94gF1eXrY76kQg6RkYBM4ut8UWlzPBkaGmmFFLdN7j8DBgcLekq2MYj_Xwt0xLJKn3XFv0/s320/56.jpg" border="0" /></a> Só mais cinco minutinhusssss!!!</div><br /><div align="right"></div><div align="center"></div><br /><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.nossosite.biz/Nacio/Djavan/Um_Amor_Puro_(Estudio).mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-24395289264587697102010-06-09T14:52:00.000-07:002010-06-09T14:56:24.495-07:00Vida...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo3ZmoZHTcNBW9XOMfNYa4ShF-WmPA1o1vGeqPBtah7mnhTEDtV4E5RxywveCEyOTqaa76p89rtZuXfH0Z5KGqw57G1DwWL055bNDF5YJVEKsGi5Zde6GTX-q2mc_sFkZIe4n9_GG_YE/s1600/54.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480895599820736338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 195px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhjo3ZmoZHTcNBW9XOMfNYa4ShF-WmPA1o1vGeqPBtah7mnhTEDtV4E5RxywveCEyOTqaa76p89rtZuXfH0Z5KGqw57G1DwWL055bNDF5YJVEKsGi5Zde6GTX-q2mc_sFkZIe4n9_GG_YE/s320/54.jpg" border="0" /></a> Existe somente uma idade para a gente ser feliz,</div><div align="center">Somente uma época na vida de cada pessoa</div><div align="center">Uma só idade para a gente se encantar com a vida </div><div align="center">E vestir-se com todas as cores </div><div align="center">E experimentar todos os sabores.</div><div align="center">Mesmo que eu tenha deixado pedaços do meu coração pelo caminho</div><div align="center">Hora de tentar algo NOVO,</div><div align="center">E de NOVO e quantas vezes for preciso.<br /></div><div align="center"></div><div align="center">Essa idade na vida da gente chama-se PRESENTE </div><div align="center">e tem a duração do instante que passa por nós...</div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-49877451849276534472010-06-09T14:50:00.001-07:002010-06-09T14:52:08.099-07:00O grande segredo...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuqlsGlv-4eirCKYgNgnVJW0VlAH3RZqNYNoC37oW0xKvbmheLuw3Ihmw7zYi8zTkf6UihlEOC1kPYGrAQkdrlAv61hPgPDwSUDeuYD2xIlspFTsra-gD752D4aUSspRu1KeSIZKOxoY/s1600/59.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480894822433533202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcuqlsGlv-4eirCKYgNgnVJW0VlAH3RZqNYNoC37oW0xKvbmheLuw3Ihmw7zYi8zTkf6UihlEOC1kPYGrAQkdrlAv61hPgPDwSUDeuYD2xIlspFTsra-gD752D4aUSspRu1KeSIZKOxoY/s320/59.jpg" border="0" /></a>O GRANDE SEGREDO DA VIDA É VIVER O DIA.<br />Amanhã não sei o que vai ser, melhor viver agora.<br />A vida passa tão depressa, semelhante ao vento!<br />NÃO ESPERE PARA AMAR DEPOIS<br />Talvez não dê mais tempo!<br />(Fábio de Melo)</div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-58273901210582348192010-06-07T13:52:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:58:22.709-07:00...só queria<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJTCw8aMJ7NeHzZHnOK9h4r02OYKwDj7hwb2uTlWVel5hcgPkjfWpG7e6HX0Dhz0U2sCzFZrWQIFJZZgQaIRlkFsuORXNIRVHF80tum3B-1clxrVG8e4YM3FWTVp2_huFuMjkKGOm0CI/s1600/8.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480137757696990978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAJTCw8aMJ7NeHzZHnOK9h4r02OYKwDj7hwb2uTlWVel5hcgPkjfWpG7e6HX0Dhz0U2sCzFZrWQIFJZZgQaIRlkFsuORXNIRVHF80tum3B-1clxrVG8e4YM3FWTVp2_huFuMjkKGOm0CI/s320/8.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div><div align="center">Hoje eu só queria um carinho, um dengo, um afago, um mimo...</div><div align="center">Desses que alisam a alma da gente e aquecem o coração também.</div><div align="center">Queria um poema feito para mim mesmo sem rima, sem contexto...</div><div align="center">Só um poema no avesso feito de vida e de verdades...</div><div align="center">Não precisava ser assim... </div><div align="center">uma obra fenomenal!</div><div align="center">Bastava um escrito normal de quem gostasse de mim...</div><br /><div align="center"></div><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.sissinossosite.com.br/Nacio-M/Marisa-Monte/E_Voce.mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-66589772779136952492010-06-07T13:47:00.000-07:002010-06-07T13:50:10.332-07:00...não tenho paciência!<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoqMaU7BSoIeHbj88lsBz2ZT8hrYixZ7Q4Sd2R1GozEUYJIHhB2nYLf15QWOnpdRVoVSzEMtXdS-hftA8MkADETl07nU19YD_7ucC5UMI_-8sI8ReOHYYL6EtjP453kFYn0zV5C21N3ls/s1600/0db36ac21d5dac6269c16f82e00d43ed4b542c15.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480136750937217330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoqMaU7BSoIeHbj88lsBz2ZT8hrYixZ7Q4Sd2R1GozEUYJIHhB2nYLf15QWOnpdRVoVSzEMtXdS-hftA8MkADETl07nU19YD_7ucC5UMI_-8sI8ReOHYYL6EtjP453kFYn0zV5C21N3ls/s320/0db36ac21d5dac6269c16f82e00d43ed4b542c15.jpg" border="0" /></a>"Aprendi que não posso exigir o amor de ninguém...<br />Posso apenas dar boas razões para que gostem de mim...<br />E ter paciência para que a vida faça o resto..."<br />William Shakespeare</div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-40970249455389418922010-06-07T13:39:00.001-07:002010-06-07T13:40:02.305-07:00???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU6yd8XFvSTvdJruehsOk2rnScUn9S1zS5R-k_TMRYQLRtiDHZe1iqgVFx3LOR_CdpA5V-RuGvhpXhig8XuxIg8Loi56IECwz_TIpUdydWeoZGE7gPHbyCgDIg1LHgW1yWuwsPaYHkM4/s1600/57.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcU6yd8XFvSTvdJruehsOk2rnScUn9S1zS5R-k_TMRYQLRtiDHZe1iqgVFx3LOR_CdpA5V-RuGvhpXhig8XuxIg8Loi56IECwz_TIpUdydWeoZGE7gPHbyCgDIg1LHgW1yWuwsPaYHkM4/s320/57.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480134254751016354" /></a><br /><br />"Nossas dúvidas são traidoras e nos fazem perder o que, com freqüência, poderíamos ganhar, por simples medo de arriscar."<br />William ShakespeareKailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-69152496822613856212010-06-05T09:05:00.000-07:002010-06-05T09:42:30.275-07:00Ahhh meu Santo Antonio...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2TEo0fnc62uyu2Coz5JM4bMClDqBq0RfZ9X-kFupZBYSi5NNJW8sFyP_j6Y82ILj-JiXNd3-TAjgtRqThHdl29N7Hy73puqObW3n8CR2spiS886ntJZdGTNkFSA_gQoC-99fOA20uRs/s1600/20.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479321630471195682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiR2TEo0fnc62uyu2Coz5JM4bMClDqBq0RfZ9X-kFupZBYSi5NNJW8sFyP_j6Y82ILj-JiXNd3-TAjgtRqThHdl29N7Hy73puqObW3n8CR2spiS886ntJZdGTNkFSA_gQoC-99fOA20uRs/s320/20.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div align="center">Ando tão cansada dos shreks que me manda???</div><div align="center">Será que ao menos desta vez, não pode ser um príncipe?</div><div align="center">Não precisa do cavalo branco,</div><div align="center">Nem mesmo que seja perfeito,</div><div align="center">"Nunca se sabe qual é o defeito que sustenta nosso edifício interior..."</div><div align="center">Só queria que fosse verdadeiro.</div><div align="center">Ahhh...</div><div align="center">E que soubesse amar!!!</div><br /><div align="center"> </div><br /><bgsound balance="0" src="http://www.sissinossosite.com.br/Shows/EltonJohnAtMadisonSquareGarden%28Sissi%29/Daniel.mid" volume="0" loop="0">Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-48919824290120558832010-06-05T08:54:00.000-07:002010-06-05T08:57:30.097-07:00Não me mate não???<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevKFkJdOjjisQywLb1Jveeb7FvZKGa3nYRlbXvAusMDQLcRXFUr2ULSPY6byCegA-M2kwOyilPbe_CWPsLXDTmmH1PZOkPM4pTduDhXEMlDPWXi9rs9eDnwMG4gh1663t_pHUUVY6Ekc/s1600/47.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479318823255444802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgevKFkJdOjjisQywLb1Jveeb7FvZKGa3nYRlbXvAusMDQLcRXFUr2ULSPY6byCegA-M2kwOyilPbe_CWPsLXDTmmH1PZOkPM4pTduDhXEMlDPWXi9rs9eDnwMG4gh1663t_pHUUVY6Ekc/s320/47.jpg" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">E quando eu estiver triste</div><div align="center">Simplesmente me abrace</div><div align="center">E quando eu estiver louco</div><div align="center">Subitamente se afaste</div><div align="center">E quando eu estiver bobo</div><div align="center">Sutilmente disfarce</div><div align="center">Mas quando eu estiver morto</div><div align="center">Suplico que não me mate, não</div><div align="center">Dentro de ti, dentro de ti<br /></div><div align="center"></div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-69496319002338872592010-06-05T08:45:00.000-07:002010-06-05T08:52:31.706-07:00Ahhh, onde está???<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWC4rLv9yF-YrJZp-eCX2L1PTfgoVHHh06GewlUjgTmtbaF0ROCalbWD4yNTtwlRHfUj1J8OTevF7G9GG_wQB96gIvU30s3nf-46VzViu9dSa47abja2wX4AxdyJrGC7ZKf81af7E2o34/s1600/28.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479317820401983666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWC4rLv9yF-YrJZp-eCX2L1PTfgoVHHh06GewlUjgTmtbaF0ROCalbWD4yNTtwlRHfUj1J8OTevF7G9GG_wQB96gIvU30s3nf-46VzViu9dSa47abja2wX4AxdyJrGC7ZKf81af7E2o34/s320/28.jpg" border="0" /></a> "Se existe magia em lutar além dos limites da resistência, esta é a mágica de arriscar tudo por um sonho que ninguém enxerga, só você".Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-22365171515983653692010-06-04T19:15:00.000-07:002010-06-04T19:18:31.548-07:00Eu vi...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qHvuDIrr-vaUyEAkKzh4v4GC2S63-KLSU6ABwFentpWFIe46OQdOI3hT0lcVxt_L79QnvuGzoWLph3Eud4e8Qs5xYiEStaljksyAbPGTFbPMFwANJOxda7f53fz7uuIjQlh7EU7KmCw/s1600/37.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479108122882004082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 270px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4qHvuDIrr-vaUyEAkKzh4v4GC2S63-KLSU6ABwFentpWFIe46OQdOI3hT0lcVxt_L79QnvuGzoWLph3Eud4e8Qs5xYiEStaljksyAbPGTFbPMFwANJOxda7f53fz7uuIjQlh7EU7KmCw/s320/37.jpg" border="0" /></a>Eu vi um menino correndo,<br />eu vi o tempo<br />brincando ao redor<br />do caminho daquele menino... </div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-67763745793091686552010-06-03T15:28:00.000-07:002010-06-05T09:28:59.426-07:00Ame...<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0Oo4D7dBYmlERQVx0OuLzlVAifrQI5H0J-jvODy3Hgv0hdqPS7YL_C6hUMo9oKdnWit7sXv4IAiSwN6j3bslur3CuBvxpSrO-dFbGxhiQNbh28H6pZkpqCjODtTiqg8-FppvVGLOdYA/s1600/44.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478678133413728946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd0Oo4D7dBYmlERQVx0OuLzlVAifrQI5H0J-jvODy3Hgv0hdqPS7YL_C6hUMo9oKdnWit7sXv4IAiSwN6j3bslur3CuBvxpSrO-dFbGxhiQNbh28H6pZkpqCjODtTiqg8-FppvVGLOdYA/s320/44.jpg" border="0" /></a> A solidão se esconde na sombra</div><div align="center">De um deserto nas pessoas sem amor</div><div align="center">Na ausência de firmeza de alguém</div><div align="center">Tão presente que se faz sumir</div>Diante de falsas esperanças.Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-76168401148488782502010-06-03T15:09:00.000-07:002010-06-03T15:12:30.809-07:00Eu pensei... eu sonhei<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrRCRGgD29v53O6WAVN3K99CgQzRk9SxWrH0tsL1KBwdm_i-o5aHSMjhc4X8rNRAwsc0Uekzi0LvPBjBqu34IKM7KIPKhm9RXGH6iQtl-PUH0aA2eIHFJblEete1l4YpAY8f3qJlc6WI/s1600/25.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478673700251368146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 299px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzrRCRGgD29v53O6WAVN3K99CgQzRk9SxWrH0tsL1KBwdm_i-o5aHSMjhc4X8rNRAwsc0Uekzi0LvPBjBqu34IKM7KIPKhm9RXGH6iQtl-PUH0aA2eIHFJblEete1l4YpAY8f3qJlc6WI/s320/25.jpg" border="0" /></a> Arranjei um gatinho<br />Que chamei de Manoel<br />Inventei que ele voava<br />E joguei-o para o ceú.<br />Como foi do oitavo andar<br />Em pedaçinhos está<br />E ficou meio amassado<br />Não dá nem para emendar!</div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1723955212289091576.post-60262072173691110982010-06-03T14:50:00.000-07:002010-06-03T14:55:52.767-07:00Eu - Você<div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuldrIgr8vOPPqEqvGCnMyjvy9sZybq8947trnZY2twYFrWt6N63OOxKOTaf-t0g2ZpXPBFhutx8HySdbXe7Ofe_eW5OB0WGJAE4cFtJhCBSCHXK2z9baWAueN5PhvyQn9JtUtSP2GSEE/s1600/36.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478669380989282978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuldrIgr8vOPPqEqvGCnMyjvy9sZybq8947trnZY2twYFrWt6N63OOxKOTaf-t0g2ZpXPBFhutx8HySdbXe7Ofe_eW5OB0WGJAE4cFtJhCBSCHXK2z9baWAueN5PhvyQn9JtUtSP2GSEE/s320/36.jpg" border="0" /></a> Eu sinto o cheiro do perfume solto pelo ar<br />E aumenta o desejo de me apaixonar<br />Vem me beijar meu bem<br />Nosso desejo é ser apenas um ' (♪) </div>Kailenehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09164632681645040096noreply@blogger.com1