tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20378013509005028552012-01-25T00:07:30.095-02:00Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.comBlogger5061100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-13685847394193424412012-01-24T23:37:00.003-02:002012-01-24T23:49:00.134-02:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajvBmK1i83Y/Tx9fPvydjEI/AAAAAAAADYA/KpIZkGScT3U/s1600/heart.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 315px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ajvBmK1i83Y/Tx9fPvydjEI/AAAAAAAADYA/KpIZkGScT3U/s400/heart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701380377405131842" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Viciada em séries...viciada em filmes..</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">viciada em bbb..viciada em livros..e em comprar livros..rs</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Viciada em Adele...ainda viciada em Damien rice...</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Viciada em decoração..to mudando tudo aqui em casa..rs</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Viciada em artesanato..viciada em criar e dar de presente...</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">viciada em tudo..principalmente naqueles que amo,e que me querem bem</span><br style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ando muito viciada ultimamente...rs</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/cdmQSfQoSzk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1368584739419342441?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-33115653972436020282011-12-02T18:13:00.003-02:002011-12-02T18:29:44.897-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOvDC1mwOgU/Ttk1Mj4NL4I/AAAAAAAADX0/GZ4vPcwXfX0/s1600/tumblr_ldtcu2H76W1qbg4z7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EOvDC1mwOgU/Ttk1Mj4NL4I/AAAAAAAADX0/GZ4vPcwXfX0/s400/tumblr_ldtcu2H76W1qbg4z7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681630894810279810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E ele chega assim..do nada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Chama-se vázio...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Não há como explicar de onde ele vem...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Apenas sinto..e aproveito a inspiração que ele me dá..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E escrevo...escrevo porque sei que essas palavras irão voar...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Então.. abraça-me vázio..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sejas bem vindo...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/wnUYZTlTEz8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="420" frameborder="0" height="315"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3311565397243602028?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-57899630240345077492011-11-15T21:46:00.003-02:002011-11-15T22:00:15.725-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZXtYcsWHZQ/TsL80auBo4I/AAAAAAAADXU/hOPQjQYurAI/s1600/mulher_chorando1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 245px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qZXtYcsWHZQ/TsL80auBo4I/AAAAAAAADXU/hOPQjQYurAI/s400/mulher_chorando1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675376457896010626" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Era o adeus...<br />Meu coração sangrava,<br />Era uma dor terrível....<br />Chovia forte...e naquele momento,...<br />As lágrimas se confundiam com a chuva...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Z7yxJHAlPug?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5789963024034507749?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-36993663080914045132011-10-26T22:37:00.001-02:002011-10-26T22:38:46.359-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HXCHSJAEhI/TqioDz2N_2I/AAAAAAAADXE/gCOiY35OeMY/s1600/tumblr_lku99pA6Ng1qcuj4to1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6HXCHSJAEhI/TqioDz2N_2I/AAAAAAAADXE/gCOiY35OeMY/s400/tumblr_lku99pA6Ng1qcuj4to1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667964914456461154" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br />Olho para trás e vejo que só eu amei...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3699366308091404513?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-79543194775379944832011-10-26T22:32:00.002-02:002011-10-26T22:35:27.769-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7aMeAFz_2E/Tqimx4OfGJI/AAAAAAAADW4/WwGO4rEzjew/s1600/1280353262562_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 326px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-g7aMeAFz_2E/Tqimx4OfGJI/AAAAAAAADW4/WwGO4rEzjew/s400/1280353262562_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667963506882713746" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">E a saudade veio buscar morada aqui dentro...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/p6_3VNhbEjk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7954319477537994483?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-33487953804481705202011-10-03T15:20:00.003-03:002011-10-03T15:25:09.560-03:00<span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Fecho os meus olhos e viajo para longe,lá ,onde ele está</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/q3wEfYkPjm4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3348795380448170520?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-74548811061431156862011-09-28T11:15:00.002-03:002011-09-28T11:18:29.892-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sipAJtbhGOc/ToMsjzAyYNI/AAAAAAAADWc/Mm5nQBhPoxI/s1600/6191398722_e1b6485e69_o.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sipAJtbhGOc/ToMsjzAyYNI/AAAAAAAADWc/Mm5nQBhPoxI/s400/6191398722_e1b6485e69_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657414550408028370" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ela: Eu sonhei com você...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ele: Eu que te visitei nos teus sonhos...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8xdO44DJQAQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7454881106143115686?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-954134099623838022011-09-07T19:03:00.001-03:002011-09-07T19:08:19.301-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoUzKWM-lE/Tmfol_ecJmI/AAAAAAAADWE/5tpPaCwcJNo/s1600/tumblr_lje5waP2471qfc8fqo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hxoUzKWM-lE/Tmfol_ecJmI/AAAAAAAADWE/5tpPaCwcJNo/s320/tumblr_lje5waP2471qfc8fqo1_500.jpg" height="200" border="0" width="320" /></a></div><div style="color: black;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;"><br /></div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Eu gosto de sentir...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Mas as vezes ela dói,machuca mesmo</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Saudade...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Palavra bonita...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">As vezes eu choro...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Quando bate a tristeza...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Quando estou feliz...</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">E a saudade está ali em todos os momentos,bons e ruins</div><div style="color: black; font-weight: bold;">Fecho os meus olhos..e vejo você </div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;color:black;" >Fechando os meus olhos com tuas mãos e querendo que eu adivinhe quem está ali.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#e06666;">Shii</span><br /><br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><object class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" src="http://1.gvt0.com/vi/VGTZwqzK2QE/0.jpg" height="266" width="320"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGTZwqzK2QE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds"><param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VGTZwqzK2QE&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="266" width="320"></embed></object></div><h1 id="watch-headline-title"><span class="long-title" dir="ltr" id="eow-title" title="Adele - Don't You Remember (Legendado) (Live AOL Sessions)"><br /></span></h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-95413409962383802?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-49796559802512912022011-08-28T18:23:00.003-03:002011-08-28T18:28:43.669-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQ1SksgDG0/Tlqy1LKdofI/AAAAAAAADWA/jVnfpg-EoBk/s1600/erotismo%2B03.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-5JQ1SksgDG0/Tlqy1LKdofI/AAAAAAAADWA/jVnfpg-EoBk/s400/erotismo%2B03.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646021709461823986" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> <br />O amor que sinto por ele...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br />O tesão que me toma ,quando ele me toca..</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br />Meu corpo ferve,queima... <br /></span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Minha carne treme quando sou dele,quando somos um só</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);">Shii</span> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4979655980251291202?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-6042946125676207602011-08-28T18:03:00.002-03:002011-08-28T18:22:10.581-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm-xXHYpfG8/Tlqw3TICUPI/AAAAAAAADV4/lEoLAZZ8wRk/s1600/918798653b6da3d03e2a0e89bcc5369673dc2e7c.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Dm-xXHYpfG8/Tlqw3TICUPI/AAAAAAAADV4/lEoLAZZ8wRk/s400/918798653b6da3d03e2a0e89bcc5369673dc2e7c.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5646019546935611634" border="0" /></a> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E se eu for para longe...</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Deixarei meu coração com você</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span> <br /> <br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/a1Dl-FBIVrM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-604294612567620760?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-8284699141707643192011-08-24T21:38:00.003-03:002011-08-24T21:51:28.105-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOktRcX39Rw/TlWb5Q1eVzI/AAAAAAAADVw/qIQ9-pstoqk/s1600/tumblr_lkw1iwexAq1qdi42bo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mOktRcX39Rw/TlWb5Q1eVzI/AAAAAAAADVw/qIQ9-pstoqk/s400/tumblr_lkw1iwexAq1qdi42bo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5644589116052887346" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Em todos os momentos vividos,</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br />Eu senti sua falta...</span> <br /> <span style="font-weight: bold;">Agora eu sei...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br />Faltava você</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span> <br /> <br /> <br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8_HTx1HdYJ8?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-828469914170764319?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-92017238240762881372011-08-20T23:59:00.004-03:002011-08-21T00:16:56.401-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OX4NKIECNC0/TlB3Q7BsEzI/AAAAAAAADVk/SADeOcttfcg/s1600/tumblr_ll0787WTN71qeddm7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-OX4NKIECNC0/TlB3Q7BsEzI/AAAAAAAADVk/SADeOcttfcg/s400/tumblr_ll0787WTN71qeddm7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643141465701618482" border="0" /></a> <br /> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ficarei em teus braços até a chuva passar...</span> <br /> <br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span> <br /> <br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Ii-oWG5HGZI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" width="420"></iframe> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-9201723824076288137?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-21385502732429382292011-08-17T18:57:00.004-03:002011-08-17T19:18:35.881-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CstzhlHv30g/Tkw9uo4A6iI/AAAAAAAADVM/Fo6I12I4NIQ/s1600/tumblr_l5qc4xQ8d01qchhvwo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CstzhlHv30g/Tkw9uo4A6iI/AAAAAAAADVM/Fo6I12I4NIQ/s400/tumblr_l5qc4xQ8d01qchhvwo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641952304644024866" border="0" /></a> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6nJX2DteKZE/Tkw9V35T2II/AAAAAAAADVE/eQRMMuUW0CA/s1600/4acb0055a372b3bfd2319bcbe291fff520c6d9d5.png"> <br /></a> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br /> <br />Para esquecer você...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;"> <br />Primeiro é preciso esquecer quem eu sou...</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">E se ainda escrevo,é porque é a única forma,</span> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">De cuidar de você...</span> <span style="font-weight: bold;">De não deixar você ir</span> <br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span> <br /> <br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/An5LjwTjLRk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe> <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2138550273242938229?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-22802726101602671832011-08-04T02:59:00.000-03:002011-08-04T03:01:32.631-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIkW5ZsZgSM/Tjo1g_KxPBI/AAAAAAAADUo/Rzwzfo3y40U/s1600/tumblr_llr9taaG291qghmnbo1_400.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cIkW5ZsZgSM/Tjo1g_KxPBI/AAAAAAAADUo/Rzwzfo3y40U/s400/tumblr_llr9taaG291qghmnbo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636876724436286482" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Não importa o que eu viva senhor...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Te agradeço por não desistir de mim...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Ouço tua voz me chamar Pai...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Não importa o quão longe eu esteja...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Teu amor me alcança,e eu corro para ti...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Teu amor é a minha alegria...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/3eoikWx47Xs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2280272610160267183?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-86975145928378599692011-08-01T01:21:00.003-03:002011-08-01T01:49:38.770-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJwY7h-5GR4/TjYwXS2hCNI/AAAAAAAADUY/3944pkygQkI/s1600/1301430117718_f.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VJwY7h-5GR4/TjYwXS2hCNI/AAAAAAAADUY/3944pkygQkI/s400/1301430117718_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635745160456374482" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J-YfwqDHbNs/TjYqo3VTJ9I/AAAAAAAADUQ/VRZ132iJb80/s1600/e%2Bagora.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">As vezes não aguento ser eu...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">È tanto sentimento por dentro...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que a vontade que eu tenho, as vezes...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">È fugir de mim...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SF0_yRyI1Vg?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8697514592837859969?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-12682078346508666312011-07-31T01:13:00.002-03:002011-07-31T01:34:45.875-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyUfLnBuME/TjTbRR2b9gI/AAAAAAAADUI/39Fnqvg2O44/s1600/alone-beautiful-bed-cute-dark-girl-Favim.com-106821.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 365px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hZyUfLnBuME/TjTbRR2b9gI/AAAAAAAADUI/39Fnqvg2O44/s400/alone-beautiful-bed-cute-dark-girl-Favim.com-106821.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635370123643319810" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">E quando a saudade aperta...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">Fecho os meus olhos...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">Te vejo e te sinto aqui...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;">Como antes...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/L9nCW3MDG7w?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1268207834650866631?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-68551236097683861022011-07-25T00:01:00.004-03:002011-07-25T00:14:57.989-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-g_DaE5L8MCg/TizfhAYgkcI/AAAAAAAADUA/k1VS89UfLPY/s1600/kids.jpg"><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/-g_DaE5L8MCg/TizfhAYgkcI/AAAAAAAADUA/k1VS89UfLPY/s400/kids.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633122992065122754" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ouvir essa canção me fez voltar no tempo...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lembrei de quando tinha 14 anos...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Todos os dias acordava com o som alto...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Era meu irmão ouvindo Legião Urbana..todos os dias</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Assim conheci ,e decorei todas as letras..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Essa música em especial mexe comigo..</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Amo demais essa música...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Que saudade daquele tempo,que não volta...</span><br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5oxZuMuk8BM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6855123609768386102?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-34442567745391445152011-07-15T23:30:00.002-03:002011-07-15T23:33:41.270-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv2thOS1uq4/TiD4WaQJ1pI/AAAAAAAADT4/ogsTdVDmb8k/s1600/5519943357_3c5a005857_z.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Tv2thOS1uq4/TiD4WaQJ1pI/AAAAAAAADT4/ogsTdVDmb8k/s400/5519943357_3c5a005857_z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5629772598101005970" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Vale a pena ler esse livro , recomendo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:courier new;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A história real do maior sequestro da história. "3096 Dias: Natascha Kampusch" de Natascha Kampusch</span><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Fwu7jXLPR90?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3444256774539144515?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-86122195832790525502011-07-10T23:38:00.003-03:002011-07-10T23:45:28.636-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgkCT2DBIDI/ThpjwjxuzNI/AAAAAAAADTc/hY9T_6hog7k/s1600/bw-black-and-white-boy-and-girl-couple-kiss-kissing-Favim.com-97610.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xgkCT2DBIDI/ThpjwjxuzNI/AAAAAAAADTc/hY9T_6hog7k/s400/bw-black-and-white-boy-and-girl-couple-kiss-kissing-Favim.com-97610.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627920370241555666" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XvOrT7JgnBo/ThpjXuFRO1I/AAAAAAAADTU/nqBPcwkKnU0/s1600/kiss-kissing-love-lovers-snow-together-Favim.com-53459.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br /><br />E só tem graça..<br />Quando minha boca se encontra com a tua...<br /><br />Shii<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8612219583279052550?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-64143023204256191012011-07-08T19:04:00.003-03:002011-07-08T19:25:13.414-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuWzo4VpPjk/TheDgKAa83I/AAAAAAAADTE/R44R7UyqAE0/s1600/1lembran%25C3%25A7as-g.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fuWzo4VpPjk/TheDgKAa83I/AAAAAAAADTE/R44R7UyqAE0/s400/1lembran%25C3%25A7as-g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627110847887897458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Joguei fora as velhas lembranças<br />De braços abertos<br />Eu espero por você..<br />O que passou..passou<br />Não quero o que já foi...<br />Eu quero você...<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/NW6DYI-C54Q?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6414302320425619101?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-20698223433654610042011-07-05T18:20:00.003-03:002011-07-05T18:46:10.239-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiiOw8SQWMg/ThOFtLgkQsI/AAAAAAAADSc/BxIZmyXU8p8/s1600/tumblr_lbdepbkUrR1qbdc17o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 364px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MiiOw8SQWMg/ThOFtLgkQsI/AAAAAAAADSc/BxIZmyXU8p8/s400/tumblr_lbdepbkUrR1qbdc17o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625987370745873090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Não tem importância se brigamos...<br />Se ficamos uma noite sem nos falar...<br />O que sinto por ele,é maior do que algo que eu tenha sentido por alguém...<br />Eu já sabia que o amor existia.. só não o tinha sentido..<br />Assim... como hoje<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/XAb-HDMh53I?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2069822343365461004?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-34691259596945975042011-06-30T21:45:00.002-03:002011-06-30T21:49:25.883-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8tnxMn5S4k/Tg0ZNBOb_II/AAAAAAAADR0/rPCh96YjjLU/s1600/34temno.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-j8tnxMn5S4k/Tg0ZNBOb_II/AAAAAAAADR0/rPCh96YjjLU/s400/34temno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624179221113601154" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />E foi assim...<br />Naquele dia,naquela noite escura..<br />Naquele banco frio..ele sentou ao meu lado<br />E nunca mais as noites foram frias..<br />E nem os dias escuros...<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LLoyNxjhTzc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3469125959694597504?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-27994936071919763982011-06-28T00:58:00.002-03:002011-06-28T01:24:01.095-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-affp6jiOTVE/TglXVSUpJiI/AAAAAAAADRk/26MVivRGyXI/s1600/alone-blonde-dreams-ginger-girl-golden-hour-Favim.com-85744.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-affp6jiOTVE/TglXVSUpJiI/AAAAAAAADRk/26MVivRGyXI/s400/alone-blonde-dreams-ginger-girl-golden-hour-Favim.com-85744.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623121632956065314" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Se você decidir se apaixonar...<br />Se apaixone pela pessoa certa...<br />Eu...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZFdcSRXU2ro?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2799493607191976398?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-40156747588850518272011-06-27T16:17:00.003-03:002011-06-27T16:30:47.305-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QE2KkdFcRTg/TgjZd9-ib7I/AAAAAAAADRc/KjUmZWV3YrE/s1600/tumblr_ldufv9SS1t1qfdoczo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QE2KkdFcRTg/TgjZd9-ib7I/AAAAAAAADRc/KjUmZWV3YrE/s400/tumblr_ldufv9SS1t1qfdoczo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622983243648364466" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Percebo que não estou só...<br />Quando me perco em seus braços<br />È o único lugar onde me sinto segura.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/AFFo1pu4q7Q?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4015674758885051827?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-1819682329328113672011-06-27T00:52:00.002-03:002011-06-27T01:00:30.400-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXsJ_ED9wJI/TggADEhtHhI/AAAAAAAADRU/W64zsTtlhRI/s1600/tumblr_ljymh928lI1qcmx15o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXsJ_ED9wJI/TggADEhtHhI/AAAAAAAADRU/W64zsTtlhRI/s400/tumblr_ljymh928lI1qcmx15o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622744187526782482" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br />Se quiser entrar..abra a porta e entre..<br />Estou esperando por você<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/VOJblMSvVFA?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-181968232932811367?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-18878714400047395912011-06-25T23:35:00.001-03:002011-06-25T23:37:29.590-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wX21aGjfqw/TgabP8XrYQI/AAAAAAAADRI/K7m9zwrdwok/s1600/tumblr_l908voBNOC1qdx8zmo1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8wX21aGjfqw/TgabP8XrYQI/AAAAAAAADRI/K7m9zwrdwok/s400/tumblr_l908voBNOC1qdx8zmo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622351883024425218" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Não me olhe...</div><br /><div>Deixa ao menos eu pensar.</div><br /><div>Acredite...</div><br /><div>Sozinha eu me entendo melhor...</div><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 204, 51); font-weight: bold;">Patty Vicensotti </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1887871440004739591?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-64541596110416466762011-06-19T17:51:00.002-03:002011-06-19T17:54:59.706-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-441jZjA7x2Y/Tf5iATBHc_I/AAAAAAAADRA/qp4J0mtDLLk/s1600/alone-couple-girl-hair-hoodie-Favim.com-54263.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 330px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-441jZjA7x2Y/Tf5iATBHc_I/AAAAAAAADRA/qp4J0mtDLLk/s400/alone-couple-girl-hair-hoodie-Favim.com-54263.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620037142249436146" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;">Tudo é frio sem você...<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6454159611041646676?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-74483846865973374532011-06-19T15:47:00.003-03:002011-06-19T15:49:56.909-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmC77W7Ol1k/Tf5EqoLB_bI/AAAAAAAADQ4/8Tc4qGtaWj4/s1600/Eva%252BCassidy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-nmC77W7Ol1k/Tf5EqoLB_bI/AAAAAAAADQ4/8Tc4qGtaWj4/s400/Eva%252BCassidy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620004884133838258" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/r1pXnNqz-EM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7448384686597337453?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-16033608819787392502011-06-19T15:27:00.002-03:002011-06-19T15:35:30.708-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3Ve_rdE4iA/Tf5BRJqCzDI/AAAAAAAADQw/O4lgXNMG2Ok/s1600/5563349742_46d897f497.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-m3Ve_rdE4iA/Tf5BRJqCzDI/AAAAAAAADQw/O4lgXNMG2Ok/s400/5563349742_46d897f497.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620001147910802482" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Ele está doente...</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">E vê-lo assim...</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">È como se eu estivesse adoecendo com ele..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Sei que ele ficará bem</span>...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zIJnbPcKCCQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1603360881978739250?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-86693403710396382802011-06-15T23:25:00.005-03:002011-06-15T23:34:53.441-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obM0vYAjs78/TflqBhKChNI/AAAAAAAADQo/IRqYPoG2Lls/s1600/greys-anatomy-7-temporada-williansallanblog.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-obM0vYAjs78/TflqBhKChNI/AAAAAAAADQo/IRqYPoG2Lls/s400/greys-anatomy-7-temporada-williansallanblog.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618638584434296018" border="0" /></a><br /><em style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;">Episódio inesquecível</em><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" > de Grey´s Anatomy</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" >E claro, chorei horrores..r</span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold; font-family:trebuchet ms;" >s</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rjOZWuMUJVk?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8669340371039638280?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-67875625603174292762011-06-15T01:02:00.007-03:002011-07-06T01:45:39.156-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMzXUtf-mE/Tfgydq9oTxI/AAAAAAAADQg/b0HkLnbBo-k/s1600/5532890365_488713d33a_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpMzXUtf-mE/Tfgydq9oTxI/AAAAAAAADQg/b0HkLnbBo-k/s400/5532890365_488713d33a_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618296020475072274" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h5XfeSX90wg/TfgyN63eaTI/AAAAAAAADQY/JJyGhADjoOM/s1600/tumblr_lkw9grB6NG1qgt37yo1_500_large.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><i><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Cheguei em casa e todos tinham ido embora...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">me dei conta de que estava totalmente sozinha...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">O vazio preenchia todos os lados da casa...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">e o silêncio era meu abrigo...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Em minhas indecisões me perdi...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Tudo aqui é vazio...e o vazio me corrói me maltrata.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Nada me resta a não ser as lembranças...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Agora só tenho que cuidar de mim...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Os sonhos que contruimos um dia...</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Estão manchados...nada me resta</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Autora: </span><u>Shii<br />Poesia feita:</u></i></span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> 26/07/09</span><br /><span style=" color: rgb(102, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><i><u><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ntKlC3Duga4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" width="560"></iframe><br /><br /></u></i></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6787562560317429276?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-88587017769124832182011-06-06T01:13:00.003-03:002011-06-06T01:31:14.010-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kbMgtUoK9g/TexYBpXeBII/AAAAAAAADQQ/D13duwIXehY/s1600/OgAAAEUAV3k7gOkKcIM79pHDO0U1rHB9wpkNc6thGnsrtOPqEz5Er-lkym0hGTLv_CMUsjBgioucLtk_SL_kkClUnQgAm1T1UFGfIMZXBAmLOy_grdec4OYghhVl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6kbMgtUoK9g/TexYBpXeBII/AAAAAAAADQQ/D13duwIXehY/s400/OgAAAEUAV3k7gOkKcIM79pHDO0U1rHB9wpkNc6thGnsrtOPqEz5Er-lkym0hGTLv_CMUsjBgioucLtk_SL_kkClUnQgAm1T1UFGfIMZXBAmLOy_grdec4OYghhVl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614959620731569282" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mTVy40Pk55M/TexX2TRAheI/AAAAAAAADQI/LJzDnWxp0ds/s1600/5575008835_0364031e64.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-TjM5zAFMqd0/TexXnisdoCI/AAAAAAAADQA/jR8r3RziDf0/s1600/5579096992_c70d1f97be_o.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sem sono...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Escrevo porque nas palavras encontro saida..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Escrevo para o tempo passar...<br /></span> <em style="font-style: italic;">As vezes a insônia é minha companheira</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> inseparável</span>..<br /><br /><br />Shii<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8858701776912483218?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-92224713220267292362011-06-04T10:45:00.002-03:002011-06-04T10:53:16.767-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4SOtCHjz5s/Teo3I0kkCBI/AAAAAAAADPs/m7rROA2GswA/s1600/romeo1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-L4SOtCHjz5s/Teo3I0kkCBI/AAAAAAAADPs/m7rROA2GswA/s400/romeo1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614360510161225746" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="pt"><span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">Eu</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">era</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">obcecada por ele</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">durante esta</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">época.</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps"><br />E eu tinha</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">essa</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">foto</span> <span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">dele</span> em um </span><em>porta</em>-<em>retrato</em><span style="font-style: italic;" id="result_box" class="" lang="pt"><span title="Clique para mostrar traduções alternativas" class="hps">.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Que saudade daquela época...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu era boba e sonhava com meu </span><em style="font-style: italic;">Príncipe</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> encantado..</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IFVHliyGqBs?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-9222471322026729236?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-7000528789753968992011-06-02T19:51:00.004-03:002011-06-02T20:02:10.119-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZqCiwwQvVE/TegURhlC4-I/AAAAAAAADPc/NfMNTwYQoeM/s1600/http%2B_meme.zenfs.com_u_b30998d3877e35e42e3bd3934a577074c56edb87.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-pZqCiwwQvVE/TegURhlC4-I/AAAAAAAADPc/NfMNTwYQoeM/s400/http%2B_meme.zenfs.com_u_b30998d3877e35e42e3bd3934a577074c56edb87.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613759226821403618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;">"Minha consciência é inconsciente de si mesma,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"> Por isso eu me obedeço cegamente."</span><br /><br />Clarice Lispector<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-700052878975396899?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-23587351702242688502011-05-28T22:24:00.003-03:002011-05-28T22:34:35.616-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5zNs1c0_9o/TeGhuwkOulI/AAAAAAAADPU/1j6wDllf__w/s1600/5747092819_e80048a962_z_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b5zNs1c0_9o/TeGhuwkOulI/AAAAAAAADPU/1j6wDllf__w/s400/5747092819_e80048a962_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611944435363265106" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="photo_comment"><blockquote><p>Se é para ser feliz...</p><p>Então...que seja com ele...</p><p>Cada dia amo mais...</p><p><br /></p></blockquote><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><b>Shii</b></p><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Dnc35lZR0O4?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><p style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><b><br /></b></p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2358735170224268850?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-47231159465566075792011-05-20T21:38:00.005-03:002011-05-20T22:12:33.446-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvvq7qKUP-c/TdcLfTlVZYI/AAAAAAAADOM/i34Yw2ZPnBc/s1600/2fd3837d2ded5754d3ec5a98576a46b057d21c10.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Mvvq7qKUP-c/TdcLfTlVZYI/AAAAAAAADOM/i34Yw2ZPnBc/s400/2fd3837d2ded5754d3ec5a98576a46b057d21c10.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608964493373957506" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Solidão é assim..<br />E no fim nos vemos presos...<br />Em um espaço pequeno..<br />De difícil acesso..<br />Ninguém nos ouve,ninguém nos vê<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii<br /><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/0put0_a--Ng?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4723115946556607579?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-79808349959502385462011-05-19T18:53:00.001-03:002011-05-19T18:55:06.708-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGoKLAVP66k/TdWRqmaTpnI/AAAAAAAADOE/FprkccywpM8/s1600/tumblr_lj3z001bAv1qdbhv8o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PGoKLAVP66k/TdWRqmaTpnI/AAAAAAAADOE/FprkccywpM8/s400/tumblr_lj3z001bAv1qdbhv8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608549072011241074" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Não me procure mais..</p><p>Estou indo ser feliz...</p><p>E não vou voltar...</p><p><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7980834995950238546?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-73142400563760853152011-05-09T19:06:00.003-03:002011-05-09T19:10:41.276-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UG48COOckVE/Tchl3GsvPuI/AAAAAAAADNE/8-vu5Fhhwhk/s1600/tumblr_lcxll7Vve51qe9swxo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UG48COOckVE/Tchl3GsvPuI/AAAAAAAADNE/8-vu5Fhhwhk/s400/tumblr_lcxll7Vve51qe9swxo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604841733628051170" border="0" /></a><br />Mesmo as coisas estando no lugar..<br />Existe um vazio que não sai..<br />Parece que não existe cura..<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DSKnkqAOhpA?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7314240056376085315?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-67204430355083903582011-05-08T18:40:00.003-03:002011-05-08T19:24:33.911-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr3wTrSawiU/TccXrvF4CHI/AAAAAAAADM0/_ZYTm91gYRw/s1600/tumblr_lkuif6E2Be1qizej4o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Xr3wTrSawiU/TccXrvF4CHI/AAAAAAAADM0/_ZYTm91gYRw/s400/tumblr_lkuif6E2Be1qizej4o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604474301428795506" border="0" /></a><br />Dia calmo..sossegado...<br />Sem muito assunto..<br />Hoje me escondo nessas palavras que escrevo..<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/DvIRk8wvC_A?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6720443035508390358?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-34461101649284231032011-05-06T11:09:00.002-03:002011-05-06T11:17:11.141-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTcL7Gn6DX0/TcQC0s8Ze-I/AAAAAAAADMg/deCLHinH34w/s1600/tumblr_led8o4HW191qztohto1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hTcL7Gn6DX0/TcQC0s8Ze-I/AAAAAAAADMg/deCLHinH34w/s400/tumblr_led8o4HW191qztohto1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603606940796681186" border="0" /></a><br /><em style="font-style: italic;">Acordei</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> sozinha na </span><em style="font-style: italic;">cama..<br />Nem senti o beijo que ele me deu ao se despedir...<br />Acordei..</em><em style="font-style: italic;">e só havia o seu cheiro..<br />Seu cheiro</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> ainda estava ao meu lado na cama</span> <em><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii<br /><br /><br /></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3446110164928423103?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-51310477015287480202011-05-01T19:24:00.001-03:002011-05-01T19:25:50.825-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKWgq6OJ4w0/Tb3doW2D2MI/AAAAAAAADMI/glujnjjppcE/s1600/tumblr_lcbk4ln1Xc1qc0iwso1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yKWgq6OJ4w0/Tb3doW2D2MI/AAAAAAAADMI/glujnjjppcE/s400/tumblr_lcbk4ln1Xc1qc0iwso1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601877196915595458" border="0" /></a>Eu tenho sede ...<br />Quero beber teu suor,teu corpo<br />E não quero pouco...<br />Eu quero tudo...<br /><br />Shii<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5131047701528748020?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-76576046527823886122011-04-29T20:16:00.002-03:002011-04-29T20:25:00.509-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21MlWqh9NqQ/TbtIkaDW7xI/AAAAAAAADLw/GggK_V4Ui_w/s1600/Cry_Baby_II_by_Hzsiika.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-21MlWqh9NqQ/TbtIkaDW7xI/AAAAAAAADLw/GggK_V4Ui_w/s400/Cry_Baby_II_by_Hzsiika.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601150351871242002" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Há momentos que temos que desabafar e colocar para fora..<br />E o pior é quando não temos ninguém que entenda aquilo que sentimos.<br />Nesse momento me vejo nesse barco..navegando sem rumo.<br />Quero gritar..e se ninguem me ouvir?<br />Tenho medo..<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/LZ0ASiUuttc?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7657604652782388612?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-17710891301694509982011-04-21T21:49:00.003-03:002011-04-21T22:17:21.069-03:00A distância é uma das dores que mais machuca..<br />E com ela..vem a saudade..<br />Que as vezes doi,machuca e tira o sono..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br />Não curto esse tipo de música..<br />Já tinha ouvido varias vezes..<br />E nunca prestei atenção..<br />Ontem no ônibus, trânsito parado, ela tocou..e eu gostei..rs<br />Música linda que fala de saudade..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Segue abaixo o video.</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Tkko50LTUSQ?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1771089130169450998?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-87513762449041921222011-04-11T19:27:00.003-03:002011-04-11T19:32:20.797-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsHMus49cN8/TaOAqdYIsBI/AAAAAAAADLA/MDdX653sCUY/s1600/5599954042_991423b188_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JsHMus49cN8/TaOAqdYIsBI/AAAAAAAADLA/MDdX653sCUY/s400/5599954042_991423b188_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594456629053009938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">É nos </span><em style="font-style: italic;">teus braços</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> que eu </span><em style="font-style: italic;">sinto segurança</em><span style="font-style: italic;">.</span></span>..<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" >Agradeço pelos dias felizes ao seu lado...<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Shii<br /><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/hjky7v7JIow?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8751376244904192122?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-34126406468516248912011-04-11T19:15:00.002-03:002011-04-11T19:25:05.251-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_9lTIrtZ0/TaN_FX9SW6I/AAAAAAAADK4/OozatebnQ-c/s1600/5588602571_53eafe1a14_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 350px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jW_9lTIrtZ0/TaN_FX9SW6I/AAAAAAAADK4/OozatebnQ-c/s400/5588602571_53eafe1a14_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594454892431432610" border="0" /></a>Não voltaria um único dia na minha vida, e lembranças boas é o que não me faltam. Não voltaria à infância - mesmo nunca mais tendo sentido tanto orgulho de mim quanto senti no dia em que ganhei minha primeira bicicleta sem rodinhas auxiliares, aos 6 anos, e saí pedalando sem ajuda, já no primeiro minuto, sem quedas no currículo. Não voltaria à adolescência, quando fiz minhas primeiras viagens sozinha com as amigas e aprendi um pouquinho mais sobre quem eu era - e sobre quem eu não era. Não voltaria ao dia em que minhas filhas nasceram, que foram os dias mais felizes da minha vida, de uma felicidade inédita porque dali por diante haveria alguma mutilação na liberdade que eu tanto prezava - mas, por outro lado, experimentaria um amor que eu nem sonhava que podia ser tão intenso. Não voltaria ao dia de ontem - e ontem eu era mais jovem do que hoje, ontem eu era mais romântica do que hoje, ontem eu nem tinha pensado em escrever esta crônica, ontem faz mil anos. Não tenho saudades de mim com menos celulite, não tenho saudades de mim mais sonhadora. Não voltaria no tempo para consertar meus erros, não voltaria para a inocência que eu tinha - e tenho ainda. Terei saudades da ingenuidade que nunca perdi? Não tenho saudades nem de um minuto atrás. Tudo o que eu fui prossegue em mim.<br /><br />(Martha Medeiros)<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xbEimn2q37o?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3412640646851624891?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-59687923474451696662011-04-04T15:42:00.003-03:002011-04-04T15:48:28.234-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ae3hS_J8ReQ/TZoROcuqnpI/AAAAAAAADKg/eIjiEvwxDFc/s1600/tumblr_lhc7jsWtLY1qfkygeo1_400.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ae3hS_J8ReQ/TZoROcuqnpI/AAAAAAAADKg/eIjiEvwxDFc/s400/tumblr_lhc7jsWtLY1qfkygeo1_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591800827261656722" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Episodio 18 da</span><em><span style="font-style: italic;"> 7ª temporada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Um dos melhores até agora..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Se você vai assistir..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Faça como eu, prepare os lencinhos..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Impossivel você não chorar..rsrs<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/U7ZHgRmv9qI?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><br /><br /></span></em><h1><br /></h1><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5968792347445169666?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-19320781933242797602011-03-27T16:58:00.003-03:002011-03-27T17:18:18.588-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVsugu1FiqQ/TY-ZgGnb74I/AAAAAAAADJo/8wq5vADtnlY/s1600/tumblr_lacvxvrKje1qe83ryo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BVsugu1FiqQ/TY-ZgGnb74I/AAAAAAAADJo/8wq5vADtnlY/s400/tumblr_lacvxvrKje1qe83ryo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588854439400959874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Houve um tempo que a saudade era dor aqui dentro..</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje não mais...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;">E por mais que eu visse escuridão para onde eu olhava..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">A lua.. sempre estava lá para clarear...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);">Shii</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Sem tempo para postar...</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/qFQ_W6WFX6Q?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1932078193324279760?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-31142235620654679732011-03-15T13:10:00.003-03:002011-03-15T13:18:09.537-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJD6nMbOX6c/TX-RAecE4SI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Cycn-7X7WMQ/s1600/tumblr_lfu85sNOsX1qd1rb7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KJD6nMbOX6c/TX-RAecE4SI/AAAAAAAADJQ/Cycn-7X7WMQ/s400/tumblr_lfu85sNOsX1qd1rb7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584341500319555874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Não importa o que aconteça...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />As dores..as lutas</span>...<br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Aconteça o que acontecer....</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Dormir é o melhor remédio...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E o amanhecer será novo...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">PS: Te amo Jesus...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Obrigada por teu amor.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/iV9ZzS0YYLU?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="560" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3114223562065467973?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-23680075819366557582011-03-15T00:55:00.002-03:002011-03-15T00:59:24.563-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmrKrfoFBs/TX7kFTy0MOI/AAAAAAAADJI/lDZ5m2Iraxs/s1600/OgAAALBBJGJ5KszW53JZzBeGkJDefoaphtZPiblXRjMGixeoKhewQSjURnaCDJ9ReGSPdO8GXek9c-GKJ1ESdDjrRAkAm1T1UB2eOFHA9-i8DwF0ryffWo7emKVF.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 377px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6vmrKrfoFBs/TX7kFTy0MOI/AAAAAAAADJI/lDZ5m2Iraxs/s400/OgAAALBBJGJ5KszW53JZzBeGkJDefoaphtZPiblXRjMGixeoKhewQSjURnaCDJ9ReGSPdO8GXek9c-GKJ1ESdDjrRAkAm1T1UB2eOFHA9-i8DwF0ryffWo7emKVF.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584151367849881826" border="0" /></a><br />Sigo a vida conforme o roteiro, sou quase normal por fora, pra ninguém desconfiar. Mas por dentro eu deliro e questiono. Não quero uma vida pequena, um amor pequeno, um alegria que caiba dentro da bolsa. Eu quero mais que isso. Quero o que não vejo. Quero o que não entendo. Quero muito e quero sem fim. Não cresci pra viver mais ou menos, nasci com dois pares de asas, vou aonde eu me levar. Por isso, não me venha com superfícies, nada raso me satisfaz. Eu quero é o mergulho. Entrar de roupa e tudo no infinito que é a vida. E rezar – se ainda acreditar – pra sair ainda bem melhor do outro lado de lá.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Fernanda Mello</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2368007581936655758?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-41089374256207990252011-03-09T22:09:00.003-03:002011-03-09T22:15:58.871-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcHOA0aeev8/TXgmOayYPTI/AAAAAAAADIo/8r2VpARinKU/s1600/orgasmo3.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TcHOA0aeev8/TXgmOayYPTI/AAAAAAAADIo/8r2VpARinKU/s400/orgasmo3.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582253767276379442" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8IfaCUYaKeM/TXgl8ygXnGI/AAAAAAAADIg/S9NV-mNmACo/s1600/orgasmo3.JPG"><br /></a><br />E quando acontece...<br />È a hora que não tenho controle ...<br />Meu corpo pulsa..arde<br />Só ele me deixa assim...<br />Só ele conhece os meus segredos...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4108937425620799025?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-35216978892591401742011-03-06T23:49:00.001-03:002011-03-06T23:51:10.587-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6vv9YXZFQk/TXRHzmB3RKI/AAAAAAAADH4/flCuaUz5r1I/s1600/04a6376e58e6fec96c4f984454ed849ce29374db.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-G6vv9YXZFQk/TXRHzmB3RKI/AAAAAAAADH4/flCuaUz5r1I/s400/04a6376e58e6fec96c4f984454ed849ce29374db.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581164789926151330" border="0" /></a><br />Eu quero tudo com você...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3521697889259140174?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-66239776173849112122011-03-06T23:35:00.001-03:002011-03-06T23:35:49.939-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00gmM-UweNE/TXREeTmbGBI/AAAAAAAADHw/ITRbSaxmHyE/s1600/66be8a222c0e82dac76034f3bb653ccfce437e23.jpeg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-00gmM-UweNE/TXREeTmbGBI/AAAAAAAADHw/ITRbSaxmHyE/s400/66be8a222c0e82dac76034f3bb653ccfce437e23.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581161125667084306" border="0" /></a>Há tanta suavidade em nada dizer, e tudo se entender...<br />(Fernando Pessoa)<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6623977617384911212?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-84879874489681788692011-03-02T22:23:00.002-03:002011-03-02T22:34:59.449-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmcLhVYMBBA/TW7u92wSuUI/AAAAAAAADHI/kpR5vE50ugQ/s1600/tumblr_l5uyqivgsm1qzh7tdo1_500_large_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 225px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YmcLhVYMBBA/TW7u92wSuUI/AAAAAAAADHI/kpR5vE50ugQ/s400/tumblr_l5uyqivgsm1qzh7tdo1_500_large_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579659734796122434" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="GJ-RHBEBFTC ugc"><span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;color:indianred;"><b>A tua voz<br /></b><br />Mar sonoro, mar sem fundo, mar sem fim.<br />A tua beleza aumenta quando estamos sós.<br />E tão fundo intimamente a tua voz<br />Segue o mais secreto bailar do meu sonho<br />Que momentos há em que eu suponho<br />Seres um milagre criado só para mim.<br /><b><br />Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen<br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5NHLsrWAw9k?rel=0" frameborder="0"></iframe><br /><br /></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8487987448968178869?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-58223086143433656862011-02-18T16:29:00.001-02:002011-02-18T16:42:06.683-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sClKB-0yuU8/TV68yRcB8iI/AAAAAAAADHA/-JVUJiXdylE/s1600/5433221998_03d89f3bde_o.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-sClKB-0yuU8/TV68yRcB8iI/AAAAAAAADHA/-JVUJiXdylE/s400/5433221998_03d89f3bde_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575100960591704610" border="0" /></a><br />Eu te quero todos os dias...<br />Quero acordar todos os dias ao teu lado...<br />Não vou te prometer todos os meus dias...<br />Eles já são teus...<br />Com bilhões de pessoas no mundo...<br />E eu só quero você..<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ecvD7M-4cwM?rel=0" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5822308614343365686?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-29074451222042448292011-02-09T21:26:00.003-02:002011-02-09T21:41:12.350-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPzte5rzsO4/TVMjJPvwjCI/AAAAAAAADGs/IIun0k1O1zw/s1600/tumblr_lg2nxuFooS1qemllno1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZPzte5rzsO4/TVMjJPvwjCI/AAAAAAAADGs/IIun0k1O1zw/s400/tumblr_lg2nxuFooS1qemllno1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571835805740076066" border="0" /></a><br />Fica quieto..!<br />Hoje eu domino você...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2907445122204244829?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-44776452589443614812011-02-07T23:25:00.004-02:002011-02-07T23:35:21.979-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TVCdUBsxX-I/AAAAAAAADGk/pQ_Fkio9mjc/s1600/Olhando%2Bpela%2Bjanela.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 382px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TVCdUBsxX-I/AAAAAAAADGk/pQ_Fkio9mjc/s400/Olhando%2Bpela%2Bjanela.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571125706436468706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Olho pela janela todos os dias...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As ruas vazias...tudo parece calmo..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Olho pela janela,o sol descendo e a noite chegando..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E a saudade que dói.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/IDCLY86adkU?rel=0" width="425" frameborder="0" height="349"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4477645258944361481?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-22724770351147586322011-01-26T15:36:00.004-02:002011-01-26T15:52:23.999-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TUBeM2H7U1I/AAAAAAAADGY/hMR-FNQqr7E/s1600/62B63.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 395px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TUBeM2H7U1I/AAAAAAAADGY/hMR-FNQqr7E/s400/62B63.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566552714210136914" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lembrei do tempo em que eu estava bem...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E voltei... o colorido voltou</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Agora..</span><span style="font-style: italic;">espalhando sorrisos...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><iframe title="YouTube video player" class="youtube-player" type="text/html" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/xB2gCyqW8EI?rel=0" frameborder="0" height="349" width="425"></iframe><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2272477035114758632?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-24012010200135170032011-01-24T17:54:00.003-02:002011-01-24T18:13:04.566-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TT3c_k7NLXI/AAAAAAAADFI/K7RUWjdH2gU/s1600/sexo0.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TT3c_k7NLXI/AAAAAAAADFI/K7RUWjdH2gU/s400/sexo0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565847699301674354" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">È assim..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Calor,suor,sede...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Não existe hora para amar...</span><br /> <em style="font-style: italic;">È </em><span style="font-style: italic;">impossível não </span><em style="font-style: italic;">gostar</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> de qualquer coisa nele...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Gosto de tudo...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Ele dentro de mim,e eu dentro dele...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Os </span><em style="font-style: italic;">nossos corpos se</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> tocam..as mãos se apertam...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Somos um só...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">E o momento tão esperado...acontece</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />E explodimos de felicidade..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2401201020013517003?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-50110550991673491612011-01-20T19:16:00.002-02:002011-01-20T19:21:36.191-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TTinVtYD9xI/AAAAAAAADEo/lxHv-PQr_kQ/s1600/42-15523863.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TTinVtYD9xI/AAAAAAAADEo/lxHv-PQr_kQ/s400/42-15523863.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564381331015857938" border="0" /></a><br />E só tem graça..<br />Quando minha boca se encontra com a tua...<br />Teu beijo é tão doce...<br />Tudo começa assim,com um beijo...<br />Depois que você chegou...<br />Nada é igual...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5011055099167349161?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-83576803897386005362011-01-14T23:11:00.003-02:002011-01-14T23:28:50.188-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TTD3JFmWjTI/AAAAAAAADEY/pauZg2W-RTo/s1600/tumblr_ldlsubPohZ1qe7a89o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TTD3JFmWjTI/AAAAAAAADEY/pauZg2W-RTo/s400/tumblr_ldlsubPohZ1qe7a89o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5562217275296484658" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tempos bons eram aqueles...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lembro com saudade...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E com carinho...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ele era meio idiota...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E eu, completamente apaixonada por ele.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0GRP81y3L4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K0GRP81y3L4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x006699&amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8357680389738600536?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-67329997004339649842011-01-12T16:13:00.004-02:002011-01-12T16:27:09.025-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TS3xanVMvMI/AAAAAAAADEQ/uk8vgVOQoAs/s1600/como-conquistar-uma-mulher-4444050-3380.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 271px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TS3xanVMvMI/AAAAAAAADEQ/uk8vgVOQoAs/s400/como-conquistar-uma-mulher-4444050-3380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561366554409221314" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Amanhã </span><em style="font-style: italic;">pode ser tarde</em><span style="font-style: italic;">...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Comece agora ...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Acordem rapazes!</span></span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ov6qEs1dr4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7ov6qEs1dr4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6732999700433964984?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-57419669241778680392011-01-06T16:41:00.003-02:002011-01-06T16:46:19.192-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TSYN2Kj6xhI/AAAAAAAADEI/vk11fcdklPM/s1600/tumblr_lcvgzhyWL51qcaa01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TSYN2Kj6xhI/AAAAAAAADEI/vk11fcdklPM/s400/tumblr_lcvgzhyWL51qcaa01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559146014234560018" border="0" /></a><br /><em>Incontrolavelmente eu sou dele...<br />Passamos tempos separados...<br />Estou feliz por ele ter me achado...<br />Naquela multidão...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5741966924177868039?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-38421870947545491272011-01-03T00:29:00.004-02:002011-01-06T08:54:08.507-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TSE02N3S1YI/AAAAAAAADD4/e2Only6KGzg/s1600/reza.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TSE02N3S1YI/AAAAAAAADD4/e2Only6KGzg/s400/reza.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557781521191064962" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="caption"><br />"Pois Tu és a minha esperança, Senhor Deus,<br />a minha confiança desde a minha mocidade"<br /><br /></span>Graças Te dou, pois até aqui me tens ajudado e sempre ajudarás!<br />Que assim seja...amém<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><span class="caption"><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tCXObtC_fk?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7tCXObtC_fk?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3842187094754549127?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-10743748180219762682010-12-31T00:53:00.001-02:002010-12-31T01:03:08.080-02:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Detesto gente chorona...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Pra longe de mim (sai)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1074374818021976268?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-12800627708810383932010-12-22T22:46:00.002-02:002010-12-22T22:52:41.324-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TRKcBgBxYvI/AAAAAAAADC4/2TBh2OaRJdU/s1600/4cfe0519dac1bb11eca57d3ef67265680d3b6ee1.png"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TRKcBgBxYvI/AAAAAAAADC4/2TBh2OaRJdU/s400/4cfe0519dac1bb11eca57d3ef67265680d3b6ee1.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553672840092410610" border="0" /></a>Mas é tão claro que também sinto saudades de você !<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">A manhã vai chegar</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">No aperto de cada beijo</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Com sua cabeça em cima do meu colo</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Onde eu vou te importunar</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Com cada respiração ao acordar</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Até você decidir acordar.<br /><br /><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqXKPQ5lT-k?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zqXKPQ5lT-k?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1280062770881038393?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-70019948769096583622010-12-20T23:51:00.001-02:002010-12-20T23:55:01.600-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TRAIpZc6ZpI/AAAAAAAADCw/GZPnE-D7bg4/s1600/OgAAALZejOSs06a9EgKeNO5UNaCj3oR2gugCH1kDAN34qYtGHbtcu01e5Zj0bGQWghn4GbkhkdIuDiRCcKkuw1IfyhkAm1T1UCLtZKxbWVnQtVGcdmeursYqrA4K.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TRAIpZc6ZpI/AAAAAAAADCw/GZPnE-D7bg4/s400/OgAAALZejOSs06a9EgKeNO5UNaCj3oR2gugCH1kDAN34qYtGHbtcu01e5Zj0bGQWghn4GbkhkdIuDiRCcKkuw1IfyhkAm1T1UCLtZKxbWVnQtVGcdmeursYqrA4K.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552947847847634578" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Jamais direi que não..</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Eu não me canso...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Meu corpo pede o seu...</span><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Eu quero mais...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7001994876909658362?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-2305194623034418902010-12-19T17:48:00.002-02:002010-12-19T17:56:11.605-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQ5hrCLp_NI/AAAAAAAADCo/Cps0MZeXhAE/s1600/inferioridade.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQ5hrCLp_NI/AAAAAAAADCo/Cps0MZeXhAE/s400/inferioridade.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552482782542429394" border="0" /></a><br />Um dia descobrimos que beijar uma pessoa para esquecer outra, é bobagem.<br />Você não só não esquece a outra pessoa como pensa muito mais nela...<br />Um dia descobrimos que se apaixonar é inevitável...<br />Um dia percebemos que as melhores provas de amor são as mais simples...<br />Um dia percebemos que o comum não nos atrai...<br />Um dia saberemos que ser classificado como o “bonzinho” não é bom...<br />Um dia percebemos que a pessoa que nunca te liga é a a que mais pensa em você...<br />Um dia saberemos a importância da frase:<br />“Tu te tornas eternamente responsável por aquilo que cativas...”<br />Um dia percebemos que somos muito importantes para alguém mas não damos valor a isso...<br />Um dia percebemos como aquele amigo faz falta, mas ai já é tarde demais...<br />Enfim... um dia descobrimos que apesar de viver quase 100 anos, esse tempo todo não é suficiente para realizarmos todos os nossos sonhos, pra dizer tudo o que tem de ser dito...<br />O jeito é: ou nos conformamos com a falta de algumas coisas na nossa vida ou lutamos para realizar todas as nossas loucuras...<br />Quem não compreende um olhar tampouco compreenderá uma longa explicação.<br /><br />Mário Quintana<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-230519462303441890?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-77621645214759271812010-12-16T00:22:00.004-02:002010-12-16T00:37:15.049-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQl50re-J5I/AAAAAAAADCg/y_ZNU1n49Ns/s1600/16901gg.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQl50re-J5I/AAAAAAAADCg/y_ZNU1n49Ns/s400/16901gg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551101961643632530" border="0" /></a><br />O dia amanhecia...<br />A luz entrava no meu quarto devagar...<br />Eu deitada na cama..ela, testemunha de nós.<br />Cada canto,cada detalhe...tudo tem nossa marca.<br />E os melhores sonhos, foram os nossos...<br />Ainda são....<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Shii</span><br /><br />Você sabe quem eu sou<div>Você sabe que não posso deixar você deslizar pelas minhas mãos</div><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Wild Horses (Susan Boyle)</span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rie5CXVD7e8?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rie5CXVD7e8?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7762164521475927181?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-51986871985060305032010-12-15T00:45:00.002-02:002010-12-15T00:50:15.293-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQgsMPhSubI/AAAAAAAADCY/8DiE_lXLnqc/s1600/tumblr_lcvgzhyWL51qcaa01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQgsMPhSubI/AAAAAAAADCY/8DiE_lXLnqc/s400/tumblr_lcvgzhyWL51qcaa01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550735129570359730" border="0" /></a><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Em um mundo que</div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Vivemos sem amor</div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">O meu canto livre é você</div><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E a imensidão</div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Abre-se ao redor de nós</div> <div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Para além do limite dos teus olhos<br /><br /> <span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);">Laura Pausini (Il mio canto Libero)<br /><br /></span></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/mplcy8ozpj4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/mplcy8ozpj4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5198687198506030503?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-16034375850732748142010-12-14T11:00:00.000-02:002010-12-14T11:02:42.722-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQdqqqDkWgI/AAAAAAAADCQ/D-CFfqTz3KI/s1600/125mi3t.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQdqqqDkWgI/AAAAAAAADCQ/D-CFfqTz3KI/s400/125mi3t.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550522346833730050" border="0" /></a><br />“A Julieta era uma idiota. Porque ela se apaixona por aquele cara que ela sabe que não pode ter… Todo mundo acha isso tão romântico: Romeu e Julieta, amor verdadeiro… que triste. Se Julieta foi burra o bastante para se apaixonar pelo inimigo, beber uma garrafa de veneno e ir repousar num mausoléu, então ela teve o que merecia”<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Meredith Grey (Grey´s Anatomy)</span><br /><h2><br /></h2><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1603437585073274814?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-23724593583967438622010-12-13T15:39:00.002-02:002010-12-13T15:46:49.359-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQZaqpuK-ZI/AAAAAAAADCI/-SfkwRx5Fck/s1600/2a0bxw5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQZaqpuK-ZI/AAAAAAAADCI/-SfkwRx5Fck/s400/2a0bxw5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5550223279581231506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Mesmo se você não puder ouvir minha voz</div><div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">Estarei bem ao seu lado, querido.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Run (Leona Lewis)</span><br /></div><div style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"><br /><br /></div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yx9ZRn-tFrY?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Yx9ZRn-tFrY?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2372459358396743862?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-47605521303233071372010-12-12T12:23:00.004-02:002010-12-12T12:34:49.973-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQTctEekuPI/AAAAAAAADCA/PtXypVxEh_8/s1600/2rwke4z.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 342px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQTctEekuPI/AAAAAAAADCA/PtXypVxEh_8/s400/2rwke4z.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549803307681495282" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div style="overflow: hidden; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); background-color: transparent; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; border: medium none;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu te amo, disse ele.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Ama nada, ela respondeu.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Amo sim, juro!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Você mal me conhece, não pode me amar.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não tenho culpa se já te amo em tão pouco tempo.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Hum, sei.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Você não acredita em mim?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei. Talvez.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu te amo.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu também te amo.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Oxe! Mas, você não disse que não acreditava?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu também não tenho culpa se já te amo.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Então, tá!</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Conheciam-se há pouco tempo. No máximo, quatro semanas. Foi um encontro casual, entre amigos, num bar, numa noite calma e preguiçosa de domingo. Segundo ele, interessara-se por ela desde o início, algo que ela contesta e ainda há de acreditar. Ela o achou interessante depois de alguns dias, quando conversaram algumas coisas sobre música, filmes, livros e cerveja. As amenidades simples que sempre dão um jeito de juntar duas pessoas diferentes em um único pequeno universo de cultura.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ela gostava de beber e fumava descontroladamente. Ele bebia pouco e fumava bem menos que ela, passando a fumar mais só para acompanhá-la. Ela não se orgulhava disto. Ela gostava de passar os finais de semana em bares, boates, pubs, bebendo e se divertindo. Ele preferia ficar deitado no sofá de casa assistindo TV e namorando. Foram feitos um para o outro.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">A primeira pontada de amor surgiu nela depois que estavam namorando há alguns dias. Ele enviou uma mensagem para seu celular dizendo que estava com saudades. Ela nunca havia sentido saudades dos namorados anteriores e sempre achava brega ficar dizendo que estava sentindo falta. Mas, quando viu a mensagem dele, suas pernas tremeram, seus joelhos amoleceram, seu coração deu um salto e ela suou frio um pouco. Estava apaixonada.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Ele já tinha histórico de paixões súbitas. Era carinhoso, atencioso, caseiro. Coisas que ela não suportava. No entanto, o aceitava com a naturalidade de quem está junto há 10 anos. Eles se entendiam e, quando não concordavam em algo, um sempre fazia um sacrifício para satisfazer a vontade do outro.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Nos próximos cinco meses, o relacionamento apenas aprofundou-se. Não se desgrudavam mais. Ela já não fazia questão de sair do final de semana, havia cortado os cigarros pela metade e mal bebia. Ele, por outro lado, aprendeu a gostar mais de barzinhos e festa, fumando um pouco mais e ultrapassando os limites da bebida, de vez em quando. Estavam entrando em um tipo de equilíbrio de personalidade. Um completava o outro, em quase todas as formas. Já não conseguiam passar muito tempo separados. Metade das coisas dela já estava na casa dele e metade da vida dele já estava na casa dela. Era impossível dizer onde um terminava e o outro começava.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">No sexto mês, ele não agüentou. Pediu sua mão em casamento. Ela hesitou por uns 30 segundos, para fazer charme. Mas, as lágrimas começaram a cobrir-lhe o rosto e os dois se abraçaram, ambos chorando de felicidade. Foi marcada a data e pouco tempo depois, casaram-se.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Foi um ano de lua-de-mel. Ninguém acreditava que era possível um amor como aquele. Eram companheiros, amigos, amantes, apaixonados. Haviam comprado um apartamento pequeno, mas cômodo, com uma vista bonita da cidade. Ficavam sentados na varanda abraçados todos os dias quando chegavam do trabalho.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">Certo dia, ele trouxe uma garrafa de vinho para a varanda. Sentaram-se um ao lado do outro. Ele pôs seu braço ao redor do pescoço dela e beijou-lhe a bochecha com carinho. Ela aninhou-se em seus braços e beijou-lhe a boca adocicada de vinho.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu te amo, ele suspirou.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu também te amo, ela respondeu.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Ama mesmo?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Claro que sim.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Ainda bem.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Ainda bem, por quê?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Porque se não amasse, isso tudo não faria sentido.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Tem razão. Nossas vidas seriam totalmente diferentes.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Se não estivéssemos juntos, com certeza estaríamos longe desta cidade.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu estaria na Inglaterra estudando literatura.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu estaria nos Estados Unidos estudando negócios.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu não seria escrava do meu trabalho.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- E eu não teria levar roupa para a lavanderia todo dia.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Acho que eu estaria ganhando bastante dinheiro como crítica e escritora.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Provavelmente, eu já teria minha empresa, bem encaminhada.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Será que seríamos felizes?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei. Creio que sim.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Mais do que somos hoje?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei. O quão feliz somos?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei. Pelo menos, moderadamente felizes, não acha?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- É, moderadamente. Será que chega a isso tudo?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Talvez, então, felizes o suficiente para ficarmos juntos.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- E será que vale a pena ficar juntos apenas para sermos: “suficiente felizes”?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei. Sei que é tudo culpa do amor.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Maldito amor, estragando a vida de pessoas que poderiam ser extremamente felizes, em vez de apenas felizes o suficiente.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Pois é. Maldito amor.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Você me ama mesmo?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Não sei mais o que pensar. E você?</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Também não sei.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu acho que precisamos decidir isso.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu não te amo.</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"><br /></span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);">- Eu também não.</span><span style="color: rgb(32, 18, 77);"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">(Desconheço o autor)</span><br /></span><span><a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 153);" href="http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/3.0"></a></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4760552130323307137?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-33370424086805824522010-12-12T12:14:00.002-02:002010-12-12T12:22:11.263-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQTaYErK-PI/AAAAAAAADB4/x98e3GuySts/s1600/1200792608_f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 327px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQTaYErK-PI/AAAAAAAADB4/x98e3GuySts/s400/1200792608_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549800747933825266" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;">Dizer que não sinto sua falta é como dizer que 1 + 1 = 5<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);">Shii</span><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3337042408680582452?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-81211771808784734852010-12-11T23:50:00.003-02:002010-12-11T23:59:48.718-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQQqvJEr6II/AAAAAAAADBw/izT6BExT_1E/s1600/huub.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQQqvJEr6II/AAAAAAAADBw/izT6BExT_1E/s400/huub.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549607630205085826" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Teu abraço quente...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu poderia desejar tudo...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mas eu só quero você...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Deixa-me ficar assim amor...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Protegida pelo teu abraço.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Viva sem medo</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Que seja uma vida ou que seja uma hora</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Não deixe livre ou disperso</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Este meu espaço agora aberto, te peço</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Viva comigo sem vergonha</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Mesmo que tenha o mundo todo contra</div><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Deixe a aparência e pegue o sentido</div><div><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">E escute o que tenho aqui dentro.</span><br /><br />Vivimi (Laura Pausine)<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/keIgvxV-ImI?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/keIgvxV-ImI?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8121177180878473485?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-68901380281070765712010-12-10T17:43:00.002-02:002010-12-10T17:53:28.694-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQKFLCums5I/AAAAAAAADBo/rxpdGyFyKts/s1600/iyhs1c.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQKFLCums5I/AAAAAAAADBo/rxpdGyFyKts/s400/iyhs1c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549144115631272850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQKE3MD2FmI/AAAAAAAADBg/vmoCRwAaGk0/s1600/3580043679_ede0e88a10.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQKEsOtySiI/AAAAAAAADBY/kjeih_Qom3o/s1600/41652949.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Saudade amor...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E as horas?</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ah! elas teimam em não passar..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4pZtpt4Kiw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q4pZtpt4Kiw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6890138028107076571?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-44972664135864882482010-12-09T23:58:00.000-02:002010-12-09T23:59:35.127-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQGJbPj1C3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/J0O6ilRxU2c/s1600/517-6.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQGJbPj1C3I/AAAAAAAADBQ/J0O6ilRxU2c/s400/517-6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548867317023443826" border="0" /></a><br /><blockquote><p>- Você esteve lá por mim e eu não estive por você.</p> <p>- Cale a boca, eu sou sua pessoa!</p> <p>- Você é minha irmã, minha família. É tudo que tenho.</p></blockquote> <p>“Se eu matar alguém, ela é a pessoa que eu ligo para me ajudar a arrastar o corpo pela sala. Ela é minha pessoa” (Cristina Yang sobre Meredith Grey)</p> <p>“Levou um longo tempo para fazê-la feliz. E ela está finalmente feliz. E se você mexer com isso, vai virar contra você. Isso é um time” ( Meredith Grey sobre Cristina Yang)</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4497266413586488248?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-27776445418369979882010-12-09T12:53:00.002-02:002010-12-09T12:59:12.617-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQDunYdmi-I/AAAAAAAADBI/-x0QWCAUPqk/s1600/2q83wo4.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TQDunYdmi-I/AAAAAAAADBI/-x0QWCAUPqk/s400/2q83wo4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548697101269371874" border="0" /></a><br /><em style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"><br />Diálogos Passados</em><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"><br />Ele:</span> Deixar o coração nas mãos de quem não podia segurá-lo foi o que eu fiz !</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Sabia que você já tinha um coração nas mãos !</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Arrisquei , lembra ?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"><br />Ela:</span> Eu sinto sua falta todos os dias..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />E </span><em style="font-style: italic;">ao Contrário</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> de você..(não vou fingir que estou bem)<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);">Shii</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GEqwX30BJE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1GEqwX30BJE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2777644541836997988?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-66830920991064016232010-12-09T02:12:00.000-02:002010-12-09T02:13:15.898-02:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;">Luiz Miranda (Ator Maravilhoso)</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQQOzVF_zjs?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zQQOzVF_zjs?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6683092099106401623?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-18540202886337572842010-12-04T23:38:00.004-02:002010-12-04T23:54:34.688-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPrwEmssOdI/AAAAAAAADAk/J5lXrK0yXMg/s1600/2zsmx7a.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPrwEmssOdI/AAAAAAAADAk/J5lXrK0yXMg/s400/2zsmx7a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547009852958325202" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Lembro-me quando costumávamos conversar...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As horas passavam como o vento..<br /></span> <span style="font-style: italic;">Eu sonhava direto com ele..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E mesmo que eu não lembrasse do sonho..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu sabia que tinha sonhado com ele..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Feridas curadas...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E hoje quando ouço aquela música...</span><br /><em style="font-style: italic;">Minhas lágrimas não caem</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> mais</span>.<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">Segue abaixo a música:</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDS4wOd_o1I?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HDS4wOd_o1I?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1854020288633757284?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-19074291018852863432010-12-01T18:54:00.001-02:002010-12-01T18:56:57.858-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPa2kkKKSrI/AAAAAAAADAc/4hcX-tqivq8/s1600/15i0l60.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPa2kkKKSrI/AAAAAAAADAc/4hcX-tqivq8/s400/15i0l60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545820730451184306" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="GLBDQEPDFMC ugc"><span style="font-family:tahoma;font-size:85%;">"Não permita que a vida passe sem que as pessoas<br />saibam o significado que elas têm para você!"<br /><b><br />Pe. Fabio de Melo</b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1907429101885286343?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-11711340824307856632010-11-30T14:15:00.000-02:002010-11-30T14:16:53.667-02:00<span style="font-style: italic;color:#008400;" >Todos nos lembramos das historinhas de nossa infância: o sapato serve na Cinderela, o sapo vira um príncipe, a Bela Adormecida é acordada por um beijo... Era uma vez... e eles viveram felizes para sempre. Contos de Fadas - é do que sonhos são feitos. O problema é que contos de fadas não se tornam realidade. São as outras histórias, as que começam com noites sombrias e tempestuosas, que terminam de formas indescritíveis... Sempre são os pesadelos que parecem se tornar realidade...<br /><br />A pessoa que inventou a frase "felizes para sempre" deveria tomar uma surra daquelas.<br /><br />Era uma vez... Felizes para sempre... As histórias que contamos são feitas de sonho. Contos de fadas não se tornam realidade. A realidade é muito mais agitada... muito mais turva... muito mais assustadora.<br /><br />Realidade - ela é tão mais interessante do que viver feliz para sempre.<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Grey´s Anatomy: (5ª Temporada, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">episódio 5)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1171134082430785663?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-91331449518960684152010-11-30T14:00:00.002-02:002010-11-30T14:03:33.983-02:00<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);" ><i><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">A chave da sobrevivência para um interno cirúrgico é a negação. Negamos estar cansados, negamos estar com medo, negamos o quanto queremos ter sucesso, e o mais importante, negamos estar negando. Só vemos o que queremos ver e acreditamos no que queremos acreditar. E isso funciona. Mentimos tanto para nós mesmos que, após certo tempo, as mentiras começam a parecer verdade. Negamos tanto que não reconhecemos a verdade bem na nossa cara. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Às vezes, a realidade têm um jeito de chegar e te pegar pelo traseiro. E quando a represa estoura, tudo que você pode fazer é nadar. O mundo de fingimento é uma jaula, não é um casulo. Só podemos mentir para nós mesmos por um certo tempo. Estamos cansados; estamos com medo. Negar não muda a verdade. Mais cedo ou mais tarde, temos que botar nossa negação de lado e encarar o mundo de frente, com as pistolas em punho. Negação não é um riozinho...é um baita oceano. Como impedir que nos afoguemos?</span><br /><br /></i></span><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);" >Grey´s Anatomy: (2ª Temporada, </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">episódio 4)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-9133144951896068415?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-88238957145146132602010-11-29T23:00:00.002-02:002010-11-29T23:01:20.901-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPRMwlPdwpI/AAAAAAAADAU/SHYkAYg2JkM/s1600/Casal%2BBeijo%2B02.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TPRMwlPdwpI/AAAAAAAADAU/SHYkAYg2JkM/s400/Casal%2BBeijo%2B02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545141438714331794" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(0, 153, 0);" class="GLBDQEPDC2">'- seus lábios, eu poderia beijá-los o dia todo se você me permitisse -'</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8823895714514613260?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-47165548358549542032010-11-28T00:55:00.004-02:002010-11-28T01:00:11.562-02:00<h2 style="font-style: italic; font-weight: normal; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Nunca se sabe onde o destino vai te levar...</span></h2><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >"Esta é minha ultima vontade em testamento.<br />Não tenho muito pra deixar, algumas posses e pouco dinheiro.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Vou deixar esse mundo da mesma maneira que cheguei,</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >só e sem nada</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >Tudo que tenho é minha história e estou escrevendo enquanto me lembro.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O meu nome é Benjamin, Benjamin Button.</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ><br />Eu nasci em circunstancias anormais.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >A primeira guerra tinha acabado e disseram-me que era uma boa noite para nascer."</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" >O Curioso caso de Benjamin Button </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-4716554835854954203?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-19766624995537722352010-11-24T01:06:00.003-02:002010-11-24T01:11:06.956-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOyBK6bkOHI/AAAAAAAADAA/EgdKojOIbc4/s1600/casamento%2Bsustentavel.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 293px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOyBK6bkOHI/AAAAAAAADAA/EgdKojOIbc4/s400/casamento%2Bsustentavel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542947265869789298" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu nunca pensei em me casar..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sempre quis ter uma vida a dois ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Mas, sem essa coisa de casar certinho na Igreja e tal..rs</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Agora a coisa ficou séria ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Ele pediu..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Eu disse que sim...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1976662499553772235?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-29746340696097532362010-11-20T22:53:00.003-02:002010-11-20T22:58:24.661-02:00<span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">Me olhe nos olhos assim...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E você saberá tudo que existe em mim...</span><br /></span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;" ><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span></span><br /><br /><object width="560" height="340"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4YDXgbgYoE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L4YDXgbgYoE?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2974634069609753236?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-32179716741853303492010-11-20T22:26:00.002-02:002010-11-20T22:43:11.846-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOhnW1No9HI/AAAAAAAAC_4/D7jaZn3Vvjk/s1600/xfck5u.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOhnW1No9HI/AAAAAAAAC_4/D7jaZn3Vvjk/s400/xfck5u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541792983418467442" border="0" /></a><span style="font-style: italic;">Quero suas mãos em mim..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> Eu quero viver em cores..</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Alessandra Amoroso (La mia storia co te)</span><br /><br /><br /><div><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-FBI0mqyEw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S-FBI0mqyEw?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3217971674185330349?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-10351956746777416602010-11-17T19:43:00.002-02:002010-11-17T19:54:50.946-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TORPBsZ1HUI/AAAAAAAAC_w/dqf-Oj2qYIk/s1600/apaixonada_f.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TORPBsZ1HUI/AAAAAAAAC_w/dqf-Oj2qYIk/s400/apaixonada_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540640332090514754" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Cada vez..mais apaixonada...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Cada dia mais envolvida com esse amor...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">E sinto-me realizada todos os dias...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">È amor demais...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />E você deve estar se perguntando: que história de </span><em style="font-style: italic;">amor</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> é </span><em style="font-style: italic;">essa</em><span style="font-style: italic;">?</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />È a minha..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Dedico aos três amores da minha vida.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">E a ele..que no meio da tempestade,me fez ver a luz.</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">(TE AMO)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1035195674677741660?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-12982803249639428672010-11-17T19:41:00.000-02:002010-11-17T19:42:10.494-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TORMJ2l61vI/AAAAAAAAC_o/_06JM-nFi60/s1600/kate_winslet_14.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TORMJ2l61vI/AAAAAAAAC_o/_06JM-nFi60/s400/kate_winslet_14.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540637173729646322" border="0" /></a><br /><span class="GGRPUC5COLC ugc"><span style="font-family:maiandra gd;font-size:85%;color:#708090;"><b>Guardarei...<br /><br /></b><br />Guardarei o teu sorriso<br />onde guardo a flor que tinge o fio<br />da minha vida.<br />Guardarei o teu olhar e o oásis que<br />nele habita no latejar do meu coração<br />Guardarei a doçura da tua voz<br />e seus ecos infindáveis...<br />Que de tão doce açucarou minhas tristezas.<br /><br /><b><br />Arnalda Rabelo<br /></b></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1298280324963942867?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-89488326212143850192010-11-14T22:24:00.003-02:002010-11-14T22:32:17.738-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOB_VT1w0kI/AAAAAAAAC_g/vE0suVe_4jE/s1600/bfe3097df1d07923c36a4e1b15293c9387e9b341.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TOB_VT1w0kI/AAAAAAAAC_g/vE0suVe_4jE/s400/bfe3097df1d07923c36a4e1b15293c9387e9b341.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539567545745461826" border="0" /></a><br /><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">“...Ando de um lado pra outro, dentro de mim, as mãos abandonadas, pronta pra inventar uma tragédia russa, pronta pra criar um motivo que me acorde... horrível. Estou tão vaga, tinha vontade de fazer um embrulho de mim, com papel de seda, lacinho de fita, e mandá-lo pra você. Aceita?”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 19.2pt; margin: 0cm 0cm 0pt; text-align: justify; font-style: italic; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);">Clarice Lispector</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-8948832621214385019?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-60485652315372505922010-11-11T22:31:00.002-02:002010-11-11T22:33:51.458-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TNyLZqMMJ9I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/8DoTx3dv-rI/s1600/20ha82d.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TNyLZqMMJ9I/AAAAAAAAC_Q/8DoTx3dv-rI/s400/20ha82d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538454914697275346" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;" >- Eu passei a festa toda te olhando<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-family:georgia;">- Então v</span>olta pra lá e continua olhando.</span> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(O Guarda Costas)</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-6048565231537250592?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-50820386117682305732010-10-27T01:58:00.002-02:002010-10-27T02:09:38.009-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMel4VkOJ-I/AAAAAAAAC_I/ZBC1jlzKVns/s1600/ASLKDSMKSADKSADSA%5B.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMel4VkOJ-I/AAAAAAAAC_I/ZBC1jlzKVns/s400/ASLKDSMKSADKSADSA%5B.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532573054528268258" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje eu acordei feliz...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Acordei bonita e realizada...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />E mais apaixonada por ele..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Felicidade </span><span style="font-style: italic;">sem nome...</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sem cor...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span style="font-style: italic;">Felicidade sem tamanho...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-5082038611768230573?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-32497471213924507222010-10-26T00:53:00.003-02:002010-10-26T01:09:18.209-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMZGENfGuFI/AAAAAAAAC_A/RcGxrvQB6GQ/s1600/2nkkl8y.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMZGENfGuFI/AAAAAAAAC_A/RcGxrvQB6GQ/s400/2nkkl8y.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532186230424778834" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje acordei com cheiro diferente no ar...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Dormi demais...ele sempre levanta primeiro...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Depois de tanto amor..de tanto suor...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Depois de passar a noite toda deitada em seu peito...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sentindo aquele cheiro gostoso..do meu homem...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Depois de uma noite perfeita....</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Acordei sentindo o cheiro de café...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Adoro quando ele se aventura na cozinha...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3249747121392450722?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-32290635221851495482010-10-23T01:06:00.004-02:002010-10-23T01:23:00.921-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMJUoQVz7dI/AAAAAAAAC-o/VbIQIbFBEYQ/s1600/mulher-livros-educacao-a-distancia-ead.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMJUoQVz7dI/AAAAAAAAC-o/VbIQIbFBEYQ/s400/mulher-livros-educacao-a-distancia-ead.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531076342922341842" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje tive medo...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Tive medo de perder...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Não falo do meu amor por ele...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje não falo de nós...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Tive medo...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Me segurei o dia todo...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Agora escrevo..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">E choro..no meu canto...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpGROw2PWaA?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rpGROw2PWaA?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3229063522185149548?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-12492809777465611642010-10-19T00:19:00.005-02:002010-10-23T01:36:22.683-02:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMJYKPNug8I/AAAAAAAAC-4/roJ9OyxBIP4/s1600/4031164385_38dfc66b46.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 324px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TMJYKPNug8I/AAAAAAAAC-4/roJ9OyxBIP4/s400/4031164385_38dfc66b46.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531080225270432706" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TL0CttTplYI/AAAAAAAAC-A/FvorfO9QjQQ/s1600/2691737877_6e9ba83e8f.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TL0CkVO4DQI/AAAAAAAAC94/fQDMQ5GSePY/s1600/tumblr_l8uyjecBC61qbf1hto1_500.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje não sei como me sinto...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Estou a horas assim..olhando para o nada...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Há dias em que penso que o caminho seria voltar no tempo..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">não conhecer determinadas pessoas...<br />não chorar e chorar..</span><br /><em style="font-style: italic;">Hoje não sei</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> definir o que </span><em style="font-style: italic;">sinto</em><span style="font-style: italic;">...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Amor?..odio?..esperança?..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Realmente.. hoje eu nada sei.</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Quem sabe amanhã ...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje quero ficar assim...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Me deixe..me largue..me exclua da sua vida...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Deixe-me como estou...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Sozinha, mais acompanhada pela solidão..<br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);">Tempo solitário era aquele...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Derramei muitas lágrimas...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Como é bom ser livre...</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"><br />Hoje eu sou...</span><br /><br />Shii<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1249280977746561164?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-1689405241472568112010-10-16T01:06:00.003-03:002010-10-16T01:15:49.376-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TLkml0JFiFI/AAAAAAAAC9w/06lTTGtoDIA/s1600/oishidisfutsfiasc.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TLkml0JFiFI/AAAAAAAAC9w/06lTTGtoDIA/s400/oishidisfutsfiasc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528492448667764818" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tenho me apaixonado por todas as caricias que ele me dar..</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O modo como ele me envolve..<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">O jeito dele me tocar, me buscar...<br />Momento único...caloroso...<br /></span><em style="font-style: italic;">só se ouve</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> o barulho da </span><em><span style="font-style: italic;">nossa respiração...</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">O resto não existe...<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii<br /><br /></span><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYUFcxBq1y4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OYUFcxBq1y4?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br /></span></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-168940524147256811?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-76117587264593407992010-10-09T11:36:00.003-03:002010-10-09T11:44:57.559-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TLB_plKrm1I/AAAAAAAAC9A/GMJ2zb8peGw/s1600/tumblr_l921n2lzYI1qa4bk9o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TLB_plKrm1I/AAAAAAAAC9A/GMJ2zb8peGw/s400/tumblr_l921n2lzYI1qa4bk9o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526057095111875410" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Hoje ele meu..inteiro</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">E </span><em style="font-style: italic;">cada momento aproveitarei...<br />O amor é firme..forte...<br />Não existe alguém que me complete assim...<br />Alguém que sabe todos os meus pontos e desejos...<br />Ele sabe tudo...<br />Ele sabe o caminho...<br /><br />Shii<br /><br /></em><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-7611758726459340799?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-35060472785731932752010-10-06T00:12:00.003-03:002010-10-06T00:17:12.434-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKvp81uRYNI/AAAAAAAAC84/5qxUP16JvbI/s1600/tumblr_l95ctmHXbc1qby2kpo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKvp81uRYNI/AAAAAAAAC84/5qxUP16JvbI/s400/tumblr_l95ctmHXbc1qby2kpo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524766599322624210" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Vontade de tê-lo aqui...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Minha boca te chama...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Meu corpo te quer...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Saudade amor !</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Que as horas passem depressa...<br />Desejo louco por ele...<br />Desejo que não passa..<br />Desejo que não cansa..<br /></span><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-3506047278573193275?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-10184761326391548042010-10-05T23:59:00.003-03:002010-10-06T00:05:36.773-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKvmxAOiuHI/AAAAAAAAC8w/jTFRc2OSLp8/s1600/tumblr_l9f8biPmZ71qc9bgro1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKvmxAOiuHI/AAAAAAAAC8w/jTFRc2OSLp8/s400/tumblr_l9f8biPmZ71qc9bgro1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524763097449019506" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;" class="title"><br />Sete sorrisos.<br /><br /></div> <div style="font-style: italic;" class="chat"> <div class="lines"> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Eu simplesmente observo cada detalhe seu de ser. </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Como assim? </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Eu te conheço tão bem, quem sabe até mais que você mesma. </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Você não me conhece não! </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Sabia que você tem 7 diferentes formas de expressar seu humor? </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Tenho? Como? </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Seu sorriso. </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Como você sabe de meu humor pelo sorriso? </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Você tem 7 sorrisos diferentes... </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Então diz, quero só ver. (risada) </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Primeiro sorriso, Quando você está chatiada com alguma coisa, você não sorrir por inteiro, tem aquele sorriso sonso, amarelo, sem cor. Segundo sorriso, quando você está com ciúmes de mim, você solta aquela risada sem cabimento, sinto vontade de sair sem falar nada, por tamanha irônia de seu sorriso, mas eu te acho super linda escondendo ciúmes de mim. Terceiro sorriso, você está brava com alguém, e acaba sorrindo como se estivesse com aquelas risadas de desenhos animados, tipo, maléfica, acho muito linda você com raivinha. Quarto sorriso, você chorando e sorrindo, é um sorriso limpo, como se você mudasse rapidamente de um estado ruim para um estado calmo e bom, eu fico feliz quando consigo te fazer sorrir quando está chorando, muito feliz mesmo... </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Para... </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Não quer que eu termine? </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> Não, eu quero só que você me abrace, e diga que será sempre assim, observador só de mim. </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Com uma condição. </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> O que você quiser... </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> Aceitar namorar comigo... (pega uma caixinha do bolso) </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> (silêncio) </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"> </span> Aceita? (abre a caixinha, dentro um papel escrito: Tô sem dinheiro, mas logo compro um anel lindo pra colocar em seu dedo amor.) </div> <div class="line even"><strong style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela:</strong> (sorri e o beija) </div> <div class="line odd"><strong style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele:</strong> (fala entre o beijo) Acabei de descobrir outro sorriso teu.</div> </div> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-1018476132639154804?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2037801350900502855.post-24397962182091395352010-10-03T22:50:00.003-03:002010-10-03T23:09:07.893-03:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKk25_VsdNI/AAAAAAAAC8o/_NJwtYfY7pc/s1600/FOTO+DO+BLOG.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 263px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_SGdg1IJZJZY/TKk25_VsdNI/AAAAAAAAC8o/_NJwtYfY7pc/s400/FOTO+DO+BLOG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524006787829494994" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Só pra você saber o que você faz comigo...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Eu me lembro todos os dias,de quando você me ligava...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">O barulho que você fazia no fio do telefone...</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Eu sabia que você estava nervosa..</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Sabia que você odiava falar ao telefone...</span> <span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Lembro quando você dizia:</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Ela</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">: </span>O</span><em style="font-style: italic;">deio falar ao telefone</em><span style="font-style: italic;">....</span><br /> <span style="font-style: italic;">Sério! Eu gaguejo, esqueço o que ia falar, rio de bobeira… é uma tristeza.</span><br /> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">Ele</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">:</span> Eu não me importo..eu só quero te ouvir...</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Shii</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2037801350900502855-2439796218209139535?l=shidavi.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Shiihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08969070650215934378noreply@blogger.com1