tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17695573609635050112024-03-14T05:37:22.428-07:00Pensando na vidaNatállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.comBlogger55125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-57869117549759625742011-08-03T17:08:00.000-07:002011-08-03T17:17:43.564-07:00Quem sabe um dia...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_928su9="124" closure_uid_r345go="384" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://lh5.ggpht.com/_jWrIRAEBV3E/TOBMZE7U1JI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/Zqe5sBX8E0s/01.png&imgrefurl=http://seutotoso.blogspot.com/2010/11/solitario-meu-caminhar-solitario.html&usg=__BAt-Dw3wIBGJS7Sme-BQJqLUBBU=&h=482&w=550&sz=268&hl=pt-BR&start=111&sig2=0PkaC9WKDS_LzI9DZx02Dw&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=dqym5789TM0iuM:&tbnh=117&tbnw=133&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dpensamentos%2Bsolit%25C3%25A1rios%26start%3D100%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DN%26rlz%3D1T4RNRN_pt-BRBR412BR412%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D773%26ndsp%3D20%26tbs%3Dic:color%26tbm%3Disch&ei=ruM5Tt3LGIWltweLqvWZAw"><img height="281" id="dqym5789TM0iuM:" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcScHFRY9dnYrdhcPINf4VMbXP1-pG6k1TRXQdmLcxV01YjtInO3TyTTpWQ5" style="border-bottom: #ccc 1px solid; border-left: #ccc 1px solid; border-right: #ccc 1px solid; border-top: #ccc 1px solid; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_r345go="267" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div closure_uid_928su9="158"> </div></div><div closure_uid_r345go="267" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><em>É complicado estar só<br />
Quem está sozinho que o diga<br />
Quando a tristeza é sempre o ponto de partida<br />
Quando tudo é solidão<br />
É preciso acreditar num novo dia<br />
Na nossa grande geração perdida<br />
Nos meninos e meninas<br />
Nos trevos de quatro folhas<br />
A escuridão ainda é pior que essa luz cinza</em></span></div><div closure_uid_r345go="386" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><em>Mas estamos vivos ainda</em></span><br />
<div closure_uid_gvxh1a="92"><strong><span style="color: #666666;"><em closure_uid_gvxh1a="91">E quem sabe um dia eu escrevo<br />
Uma canção pra você...</em></span></strong></div></div><div closure_uid_r345go="404"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_r345go="404"><span closure_uid_r345go="408" style="color: #666666;"><strong><em> <u> Natállia Alves </u> </em></strong></span></div><div closure_uid_r345go="404"><span closure_uid_r345go="408" style="color: #666666;"> <span closure_uid_r345go="410" style="color: #cccccc;">( Respeite os direitos autorais)</span></span><br />
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</strong></div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-59973277091647791752011-08-03T16:49:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:52:56.676-07:00Nada por mim<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_docuhg="141" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_ljyornLbkL1qbk933o1_500.jpg&imgrefurl=http://utopiaparticular.tumblr.com/post/4780487225/ele-nao-sabe-mais-nada-sobre-mim-nao-sabe-que-o&usg=__6YeVcfm--OVmrVVkgTbkPFZdnsI=&h=334&w=500&sz=54&hl=pt-BR&start=4&sig2=DtcGGNbw6ZuDmWaa5EEg1Q&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=4iIi1mm3EzC7cM:&tbnh=87&tbnw=130&prev=/search%3Fq%3Dnada%2Bpor%2Bmim%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26rlz%3D1T4RNRN_pt-BRBR412BR412%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D773%26tbm%3Disch&ei=ct05Tu_DJNKgtgeSo7TwAg"><img height="214" id="4iIi1mm3EzC7cM:" src="http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRZwqoERHCxSYnoIneImYi0iB-vTFELOZmse86KfWT1R6TNoFHE308CGLY" style="border-bottom: #ccc 1px solid; border-left: #ccc 1px solid; border-right: #ccc 1px solid; border-top: #ccc 1px solid; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_docuhg="141" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_docuhg="205" style="text-align: center;"><span closure_uid_vygu94="91" style="color: #666666;">Você me tem,<br />
Fácil demais<br />
Não parece capaz<br />
De cuidar do que possui<br />
Você sorriu e me propôs,<br />
Que eu te deixasse em paz<br />
Me disse vá eu não fui.<br />
Não faça assim</span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;"><strong closure_uid_vygu94="92">Não faça nada por mim</strong></span><br />
<span style="color: #666666;">Não vá pensando que eu sou sua!</span></div><div closure_uid_docuhg="205" style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div closure_uid_docuhg="205" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #999999;"><u><strong closure_uid_docuhg="223">Natállia Alves</strong></u></span></div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-21554540439204331892011-08-03T16:42:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:57:10.587-07:00Se fiquei esperando meu amor passar...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://meme.zenfs.com/u/53364a31483870c2a96a24059e328656ed25bf43.jpeg&imgrefurl=http://meme.yahoo.com/fina_flor/p/JlGTox7/&usg=__JUjsb0JemM5zld7tFpvUK9_Wyt4=&h=333&w=500&sz=114&hl=pt-BR&start=20&sig2=0BPhKnk2fU7hChaB0sQxGQ&zoom=1&itbs=1&tbnid=jD382Rr_nVT2TM:&tbnh=87&tbnw=130&prev=/search%3Fq%3Danjo%2Bdo%2Bamor%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DX%26rlz%3D1T4RNRN_pt-BRBR412BR412%26ndsp%3D20%26biw%3D1280%26bih%3D773%26tbm%3Disch&ei=1ts5TpuWFpKutwePu5TzAg"><img height="214" id="jD382Rr_nVT2TM:" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQVBIcswd9efyGQXVpORNL6FlAk_YB0PglM1s_QQhK_jolB1DmJLlZ9uGsX" style="border-bottom: #ccc 1px solid; border-left: #ccc 1px solid; border-right: #ccc 1px solid; border-top: #ccc 1px solid; padding-bottom: 1px; padding-left: 1px; padding-right: 1px; padding-top: 1px; vertical-align: bottom;" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><div closure_uid_2sib5q="112"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Já me basta que então, </em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="112"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>eu não sabia amar, </em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="112"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>E me via perdida, vivendo um erro</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="110"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Sem querer me machucar de novo,</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="114"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Já me basta então q estava longe do sereno</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="138"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>E fiquei tanto tempo duvidando de mim</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="116"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Por fazer o amor não fazer mais sentido...</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="115"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Começei a ficar livre</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="117"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Espero</em></span></div></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="118" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Acho que sim, éh eu fiquei,</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="120" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>De olhos fechados eu não me vejo e então</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="120" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>foi assim que,</em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="119" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #444444;"><em>Éh você sorriu pra mim! </em></span></div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="119" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_2sib5q="119" closure_uid_l8s822="159" style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #666666;"><u>Natállia Alves </u></span></div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-71653019906324060162011-08-03T16:28:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:31:48.765-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><a href="http://natalliaalves.blogspot.com/2011/08/quase-sem-querer.html">Pensando na vida: Quase sem querer</a></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-28672623608795506512011-08-03T16:26:00.000-07:002011-08-03T16:26:51.197-07:00Quase sem querer<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" closure_uid_7zj0p7="157" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDirA5lFgJAKy-6sKLXGwrg7V0iYgkOcJMPcUr4jwIJYe6eR3GxNyWi8cFhZqAxIWabG1Mz33sTMkOuK6W30IKZyMd1OSQpQoBQibCHEnP2YQDUCaoP73_-5S96HeLI84ejw4-RiX3O59/s1600/euuuueeeeeuuuuuu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfDirA5lFgJAKy-6sKLXGwrg7V0iYgkOcJMPcUr4jwIJYe6eR3GxNyWi8cFhZqAxIWabG1Mz33sTMkOuK6W30IKZyMd1OSQpQoBQibCHEnP2YQDUCaoP73_-5S96HeLI84ejw4-RiX3O59/s320/euuuueeeeeuuuuuu.jpg" t$="true" width="320" /></a></div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="132" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="132" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit;">Tenho andado distraída,<br />
Impaciente e indecisa...</span></div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="132" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit;"> E ainda estou confusa,</span></div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="132" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit;">Só que agora é diferente:<br />
Sou tão tranqüila e tão contente :)</span></div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="132" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div closure_uid_7zj0p7="133" style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #134f5c; font-family: inherit;">Como um anjo caído<br />
Fiz questão de esquecer<br />
Que mentir pra si mesmo<br />
É sempre a pior mentira!</span></div><br />
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</div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-59054715834877773932011-07-30T10:32:00.000-07:002011-07-30T10:32:10.265-07:00É muito fácil<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="image" closure_uid_nglcr3="112" style="text-align: center;"><div class="image" closure_uid_nglcr3="113" style="text-align: center;"> </div><div class="image" closure_uid_nglcr3="113" style="text-align: center;"><img height="213" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_liq1v5mfNS1qcng3jo1_r1_500.jpg" width="320" /></div><div class="image" closure_uid_nglcr3="113" style="text-align: center;"> </div>Você acreditar em alguém, quando estão dizendo exatamente o que você quer ouvir. . .</div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-8619953821081214252011-07-30T10:30:00.001-07:002011-07-30T10:30:59.804-07:00Do nada...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><center style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><img alt="Do nada bate uma saudade imensa de falar com aquela pessoa, que você não esperava sentir nada, depois de tudo. E aí se lembra que a deixou partir. (Itsburied)" height="213" src="http://30.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lp4ci4Ixrm1qhwi0mo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></center><div closure_uid_avb8wz="112"><span closure_uid_avb8wz="107" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">Bate </span>uma saudade imensa de falar com aquela pessoa, que você não esperava sentir nada, depois de tudo. E aí se lembra que a deixou partir...</span> </div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-57201978800801865652011-07-24T11:32:00.001-07:002011-07-24T11:33:28.136-07:00s2<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12382085/tumblr_loufwgEe2g1qk234oo1_500_large.jpg?1311521492" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/12382085/tumblr_loufwgEe2g1qk234oo1_500_large.jpg?1311521492" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" closure_uid_31cvep="107" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;">Não faça de seu coração uma estrada onde todos passam...Faça dele um lugar onde só fica quem <span style="color: red;">merece</span>!</div></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-81648470385154679432011-07-24T04:49:00.000-07:002011-07-24T04:49:15.675-07:00Eu Amo<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><center closure_uid_c2x301="93"><img alt="Eu amo o jeito como você me trata, eu amo o jeito como você consegue tirar um sorriso do meu rosto quando nem mesmo minhas comédias preferidas conseguem. Eu amo saber que existe alguém nesse mundo que consegue ser tudo aquilo que um dia eu sonhei pra mim, mesmo com mil defeitos. Eu amo o modo como meu coração consegue doer de tanta felicidade por esse amor existir, por você existir. (50-07)" class="opacity" height="131" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_loam0o5cPB1qel2lpo1_500.gif" width="320" /> </center><center> </center><div closure_uid_c2x301="89" style="text-align: center;"><strong style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu amo o jeito como você me trata</strong><span closure_uid_c2x301="120" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">, </span></div><div closure_uid_c2x301="89" style="text-align: center;"><span closure_uid_c2x301="120" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu amo o jeito como você consegue tirar um sorriso do meu rosto quando nem mesmo minhas comédias </span><em style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">preferidas conseguem</em><span closure_uid_c2x301="121" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">.</span></div><div closure_uid_c2x301="89" style="text-align: center;"><span closure_uid_c2x301="121" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Eu amo saber que existe alguém nesse mundo que consegue ser tudo aquilo que um dia eu sonhei pra mim, </span><em style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">mesmo com mil defeitos</em><span closure_uid_c2x301="122" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">. </span></div><div closure_uid_c2x301="89" style="text-align: center;"><span closure_uid_c2x301="122" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu amo o modo como meu coração consegue doer de </span><em style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">tanta felicidade</em><span closure_uid_c2x301="124" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> por esse amor existir,<strong>POR VOCÊ EXISTIR!</strong></span><strong> </strong></div><div closure_uid_c2x301="89" style="text-align: left;"><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #f1c232;"> Eu </span><span style="color: #666666;">posso ter cometido alguns erros,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Mas isso estava de volta quando você sorria,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">E nós iríamos em todos lugares,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Mas nós estivemos lá há algum tempo.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">E isto que eu sei,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Há um lugar que nós podemos ir-</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Um lugar onde eu finalmente possa deixar que você saiba.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Porque eu sou a única que te amou ultimamente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Você e eu, nós adquirimos esta grande coisa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Nós somos os únicos a nossa volta,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Nós somos os únicos ao redor desta Babilônia.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Eu espero que você encontre tudo o que tem buscado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Apenas se lembre de onde você veio e quem você é,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Porque há mil luzes que lhe farão se sentir rejuvenescido</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Mas até se você se perder, eu deixarei um espaço aqui pra você</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Porque eu sou a única que te amou ultimamente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Você e eu, nós adquirimos esta grande coisa.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Então, volte e se sente. Relaxe.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">Tudo aponta que você veio de um longo, longo caminho</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #666666;">E é aqui , ao meu lado o lugar que você dever estar...</span></div><span style="color: #666666;"><br />
</span>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-26198778623022765952011-07-19T08:52:00.000-07:002011-07-19T08:52:04.875-07:00Se algum dia...<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576636921908948370" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zoogXsADsVA/TWQxu_O17ZI/AAAAAAAAAQ4/TkMwdYhYJo0/s320/c127fd7f67d95b877d093bc536e95c37bcddaff9.jpeg" style="cursor: hand; display: block; height: 213px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 320px;" />Menina se algum dia<br />
Você se apaixonar por mim?<br />
Não me diga nada!<br />
Apenas olhe nos meus olhos...<br />
Me abrace e me beije depois,<br />
Pois o silêncio do amor<br />
Vai falar por nós dois.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">(Autor: Edvan Pereira)</span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-64684311721452929152011-07-17T15:49:00.000-07:002011-07-17T15:49:05.550-07:00Eu sinto sua falta<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rQOaXI4uWQVZ1qjQWqTvD4wdwjmSGIfyoxkhOqQJJYgBvNyfpt4ZKA_Hph1ylmOj4APwUZXyGlZh77p6p-WBAbcrwk4Gwo7CXNfJcr4c-SVDrCSUh2mzaFGdiI5wI4ZF8sNAFwHvM-K7/s1600/imagesCA4174OC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-rQOaXI4uWQVZ1qjQWqTvD4wdwjmSGIfyoxkhOqQJJYgBvNyfpt4ZKA_Hph1ylmOj4APwUZXyGlZh77p6p-WBAbcrwk4Gwo7CXNfJcr4c-SVDrCSUh2mzaFGdiI5wI4ZF8sNAFwHvM-K7/s320/imagesCA4174OC.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu queria que você soubesse o quanto eu sinto a tua falta. Da falta que eu sinto do teu abraço, da tua voz, das suas palavras de conforto. Sinto falta do que éramos antes de tudo, das nossas brincadeiras, sinto falto do quanto você me fazia bem. Sinto falta dos seus beijos, sinto falta de te xingar e segundos depois dizer o quanto eu te amo. Eu queria poder dizer tudo isso que eu sinto falta. Sei que você simplesmente não iria ligar, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mas eu sinto saudades imensas de você!</span> </div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-71532277765557437452011-07-17T15:40:00.000-07:002011-07-17T15:40:33.486-07:00<center style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #f7f3f3; font-family: "Josefin Sans Std Light", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><img alt="Você corre atrás das pessoas por medo de perde-las, mas quem corre atrás de você?
Lady Gaga" class="shakeimage" height="213" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lo8thxBhfe1qe0fdco1_500.jpg" style="border-bottom: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; border-left: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; border-right: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; border-top: rgb(0,0,0) 1px solid; opacity: 0.7; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-top: 3px;" width="320" /></center><center> </center><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; color: #f7f3f3; font-family: "Josefin Sans Std Light", sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Você corre atrás das pessoas por medo de perde-las, </span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">mas quem corre atrás de você?</span></div><div style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #eeeeee;">-webtextos</span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-66639336864023506102011-07-17T15:32:00.000-07:002011-07-17T15:32:46.725-07:00Eu pensei...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzyn83Ty3w3agC_DXbcZ4DAjsRS_aShtq6QGZDn2-suZAY7brYf1PGHerv8FaooZv7N88L2HGZcZTudhtViAgeFDB9Tk3Q5MUfpm7kIhqM72Md7SmshvV6U1AR2cF3XamE5IGxWCrkvc/s1600/tumblr_lnlos30Nll1qlfhl1o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="236" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbzyn83Ty3w3agC_DXbcZ4DAjsRS_aShtq6QGZDn2-suZAY7brYf1PGHerv8FaooZv7N88L2HGZcZTudhtViAgeFDB9Tk3Q5MUfpm7kIhqM72Md7SmshvV6U1AR2cF3XamE5IGxWCrkvc/s320/tumblr_lnlos30Nll1qlfhl1o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Que fosse fácil te esquecer,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Que nunca mais ía lhe ver, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Mais infelizmente eu descobri não é assim, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">então eu descobri Amo você,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong> Não saberia viver minha vida sem você Amor!</strong></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="background-color: white;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: black;">By:</span> <span style="color: #666666;">Natállia Alves</span></span></span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-88440600118822147482011-07-17T15:28:00.000-07:002011-07-17T15:28:33.083-07:00Perdoa...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11913984/tumblr_lo1f3f15qH1qhbam1o1_500_large.jpg?1310519231" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11913984/tumblr_lo1f3f15qH1qhbam1o1_500_large.jpg?1310519231" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;">Perdoa, por eu ter te escolhido, para ser pra sempre a minha companhia,<br />
Perdoa por eu ter acreditado neste sonho todo dia,<br />
Perdoa por eu ter te perdoado, na hora que devia te esquecer,<br />
Perdoa por eu ter me preparado e me guardado pra você,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu não posso, eu não quero te obrigar a me querer na tua vida.</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Desenganos, vem, acontecem, desenganos vão, desaparecem,</span><br style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;" /><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Eu não posso, eu não vou forçar a barra <span style="color: #999999;"><strong>pra você gostar de mim... </strong></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cccccc;"></span></span> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">-webtextos</span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-12607952161326903812011-07-17T12:49:00.000-07:002011-07-17T12:51:00.961-07:00Eu ando fingindo muito...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://static.tumblr.com/u1yjkgm/scglo7mfj/n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://static.tumblr.com/u1yjkgm/scglo7mfj/n.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">...</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Finjo que não importo, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999;">mas eu me importo ( e muito)</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que não quero, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999;">mais eu quero</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">que não sinto,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999;">mais sinto até de mais</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> que não vejo, </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999;">mais sim eu vejo</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"></span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">finjo que esqueço,</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #999999;">Mas na verdade não esqueçi nada!</span></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #999999;"><span style="color: black;">By:</span> Natállia Alves</span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-23847219629025718262011-07-17T12:43:00.000-07:002011-07-17T12:43:43.751-07:00Fecho os meus olhos<center><center><img height="180" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_logt29LMVn1qmfjuao1_500.gif" title="Fecho os meus olhos para poder dormir e sem pensar apenas rezo para que em meus sonhos eu possa te encontrar. (vdug)" width="320" /></center></center><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Para poder dormir e sem pensar apenas rezo para que em </span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> meus sonhos eu possa te encontrar...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #cccccc;">-webtextos</span></span>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-79848734089145685192011-07-17T11:28:00.000-07:002011-07-17T11:28:03.000-07:00Seilá, seilá a vida tem sempre razão!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj17d3aRXDoe2_mLONrl6M-1sQMhenaGYsBivJNE3wfC0KXG1X8JnYA5t-iXNmM5jMSz8lpsSC3ulN4thBwEZhDyN3i0kDRJrwliIjiCULywWOeWaH5mIeCFepOTP43pEy_i0dlJqB_jNx/s1600/xz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj17d3aRXDoe2_mLONrl6M-1sQMhenaGYsBivJNE3wfC0KXG1X8JnYA5t-iXNmM5jMSz8lpsSC3ulN4thBwEZhDyN3i0kDRJrwliIjiCULywWOeWaH5mIeCFepOTP43pEy_i0dlJqB_jNx/s320/xz.jpg" width="281" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tem dias que eu fico pensando na vida <br />
E sinceramente não vejo saída. <br />
Como é, por exemplo, que dá pra entender: <br />
A gente mal nasce, começa a morrer. </div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-87086652685270540692011-07-17T11:25:00.000-07:002011-07-17T11:25:39.080-07:00Qual é a sua escolha?<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu8VcaOTcvgJze1pQdf90yj_wjV5GYEFdYM_DOp2XJ9gulEqV3cQrVOZi1LceErqjPuAJxNYu_mMasoZCxbdpJgjsj-5Sxl80C9Bk8a0TuCFaHeKfDJdl7JjCt97entwAI7KSGxtS14vH/s1600/z.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" m$="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYu8VcaOTcvgJze1pQdf90yj_wjV5GYEFdYM_DOp2XJ9gulEqV3cQrVOZi1LceErqjPuAJxNYu_mMasoZCxbdpJgjsj-5Sxl80C9Bk8a0TuCFaHeKfDJdl7JjCt97entwAI7KSGxtS14vH/s320/z.jpg" width="259" /></a></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-3808069026059575862011-07-17T10:07:00.001-07:002011-07-17T10:07:40.685-07:00A saudade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9759829/tumblr_ll728vEenQ1qd2vlqo1_500_large.jpg?1305401338" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="192" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/9759829/tumblr_ll728vEenQ1qd2vlqo1_500_large.jpg?1305401338" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;">É a nossa alma dizendo para onde ela quer voltar...</div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: #999999;">-webtextos</span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-44679332949974064612011-07-17T10:05:00.000-07:002011-07-17T10:05:49.621-07:00As vezes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnk77tumNW1qeqbbwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="231" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnk77tumNW1qeqbbwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">É preciso se acostumar com a ausência daquelas pessoas, </span><strong style="color: lightsteelblue; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;">que mesmo sem se despedir, s</span></span></strong></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px;"><strong style="color: lightsteelblue; text-decoration: none;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">e vão</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;">. </span></span></strong></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px;"><strong style="color: lightsteelblue; text-decoration: none;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;"><span style="color: #6aa84f;"></span></span></strong></span> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 14px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: tahoma; font-size: 11px;"><span style="color: #999999;">-WEBTEXTOS</span></span></span></div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1769557360963505011.post-57689282726955092212011-07-17T10:01:00.001-07:002011-07-17T10:01:28.434-07:00Quando você vai entender<div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;"><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhdj5wIE0J1qgt2j1o1_500.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lhdj5wIE0J1qgt2j1o1_500.gif" width="320" /><span style="color: #0090b5;"> </span></a> </div><div style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; text-align: center;">Que o meu lugar é <i>nos seus <span style="color: #666666;">braços</span></i>?</div>Natállia Alveshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06990354813534633760noreply@blogger.com0