tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20054305466765443742024-02-07T04:43:22.494-08:00:: São coisas de Garotas ::Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.comBlogger80125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-41687194521149224842012-03-22T18:26:00.004-07:002012-03-22T18:46:32.936-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOfyA9VNo5ritURmhJ_oVFZ6wmVPXi7d2kawveZqZOg035jvXJMFORMBifFRNZUyZ1TPE5pRDC7fFMEY_XcI5y7yigpMRv1SnS3w6PDRq8pcMPqO5Ma1YTQAe2SryTmcVP7xtx42R6A/s1600/ja+coloquei+a+musica.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoOfyA9VNo5ritURmhJ_oVFZ6wmVPXi7d2kawveZqZOg035jvXJMFORMBifFRNZUyZ1TPE5pRDC7fFMEY_XcI5y7yigpMRv1SnS3w6PDRq8pcMPqO5Ma1YTQAe2SryTmcVP7xtx42R6A/s400/ja+coloquei+a+musica.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722900834728575874" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheqIQ25H7mt1zGv53yS1K4sYEtKrUDTA_qpcEwIKiDglHHV4VOu5VE-gORB35PYT6f_zAXOwByXPzL-MtuMm9-gCS73TuRIktVRtpp8oeWhi_naKY35I3Ufb88XqqcQMWeOMzqX5e79A/s1600/EDITADO+8.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Já coloquei a música que me fazia mal e fechei os olhos, lembrando de tudo que estava me corroendo…só pra chorar, na esperança de tudo aquilo passar.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" >Caio F. Abreu</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-7481132144231253952012-01-31T17:08:00.000-08:002012-01-31T17:12:51.467-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3KAulgYPmHkXWMLANjjREe9Ex2D6lfI9bO_zGkRFavv4uycCQ981yZM-NHF3odRdOxuOOwsKO7aaHDTQv_l7uwDEJubc6pEiTgAyO2EDjj6-JnVR9MHHUfdwEbg2lfcvnqzpPpnWlg/s1600/stras.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj3KAulgYPmHkXWMLANjjREe9Ex2D6lfI9bO_zGkRFavv4uycCQ981yZM-NHF3odRdOxuOOwsKO7aaHDTQv_l7uwDEJubc6pEiTgAyO2EDjj6-JnVR9MHHUfdwEbg2lfcvnqzpPpnWlg/s400/stras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703968194282939010" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >Se as coisas são impossíveis... ora!<br />Não é motivo para não querê-las...<br />Que tristes seriam os caminhos,<br />se não fosse o brilho distante das estrelas!<br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"><br />-Mário Quintana.</span><br /></span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-30805670999826885752012-01-10T16:29:00.000-08:002012-01-10T16:30:57.200-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNPVQtRZ5O08zDq47tBWDGhf18RlSc1rl_0WIHTiUvr1_0vx4DIaa1mhBUMrZji2-SPh6u1PjYjSRXn8JniDAXBwRa5m5771CfhfRwQdbu9s7_esOqT4GO4NENFeYQxjFXpTlOZRVag/s1600/tumblr_lqgjye8VbP1qdne2zo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVNPVQtRZ5O08zDq47tBWDGhf18RlSc1rl_0WIHTiUvr1_0vx4DIaa1mhBUMrZji2-SPh6u1PjYjSRXn8JniDAXBwRa5m5771CfhfRwQdbu9s7_esOqT4GO4NENFeYQxjFXpTlOZRVag/s400/tumblr_lqgjye8VbP1qdne2zo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696165213100397458" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><blockquote></blockquote><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" ></span><blockquote><span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" >”Escute mas não acredite. Beije mas não se apegue. Olhe mas não se apaixone. Se jogue mas não se machuqu</span>e</blockquote>.</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-41147765543336141102011-09-29T19:21:00.000-07:002011-09-29T19:26:25.132-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-VURyml1PyIG50NhERfokR0g-4nrhJ3M9nq1ossmlVNb7iSTni8JD6Q4l1t5mzomz0zh5X1TRGw3x7WVJkoMFvT1unC_0mMaf-qFUMi9c_ps51fhw4DQQbGq27KtFvWuww_4MHz8EA/s1600/940a25cbd173bcdcbfe27e4adba7f268.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjC-VURyml1PyIG50NhERfokR0g-4nrhJ3M9nq1ossmlVNb7iSTni8JD6Q4l1t5mzomz0zh5X1TRGw3x7WVJkoMFvT1unC_0mMaf-qFUMi9c_ps51fhw4DQQbGq27KtFvWuww_4MHz8EA/s400/940a25cbd173bcdcbfe27e4adba7f268.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657972890886198002" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pode ser que um dia deixemos de nos falar…</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas, enquanto houver amizade,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Faremos as pazes de novo.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pode ser que um dia o tempo passe…</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas, se a amizade permanecer,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Um de outro se há-de lembrar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pode ser que um dia nos afastemos…</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas, se formos amigos de verdade,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">A amizade nos reaproximará.</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Pode ser que um dia tudo acabe…</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Mas, com a amizade construiremos tudo novamente,</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Cada vez de forma diferente.</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Sendo único e inesquecível cada momento</span><br /><span style="font-family: arial;">Que juntos viveremos e nos lembraremos para sempre</span></span>.Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-51133382383051822602011-09-16T16:37:00.000-07:002011-09-16T16:44:59.117-07:00Se sua vida fosse um Livro, como ele seria ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNvSDE1ZdKnMOP5KX3kk30H50_0lZJ2tZczNgGhuBeB87TOdmApJn_5Pd3z-FKwGG2il2XzYYF48r09qZkU1RkuSUjnXXMcpTOK-LB0poPteTLGUG2gNz5zAMb1-hKOpB8_ap9OZKYQ/s1600/tumblr_lmyia5vgTB1qe4o4eo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVNvSDE1ZdKnMOP5KX3kk30H50_0lZJ2tZczNgGhuBeB87TOdmApJn_5Pd3z-FKwGG2il2XzYYF48r09qZkU1RkuSUjnXXMcpTOK-LB0poPteTLGUG2gNz5zAMb1-hKOpB8_ap9OZKYQ/s400/tumblr_lmyia5vgTB1qe4o4eo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653107222618708674" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" ><br />Seria um<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Romance</span>, ou uma<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> Aventura</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >Seria um livro de <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Drama</span> ou um <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">Conto de Fadas</span>?</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >Ele pode ser tudo,Pois é <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">seu</span> livro!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >É a <span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);">sua</span> vida.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;" >É voçê que escreve<span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"> sua</span> hitoria...</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-9445553907343465902011-09-16T16:31:00.000-07:002011-09-16T16:37:01.860-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeIAOI2kDVbloiWYYTdo0TMW2YzZvI5jseHykFB3M-SfXXtzyqELT9M-Lxw7hecWZq6bAtJTC1pTjBf7Fbgo5vQslvJ24UXIjm_NJpeRWpHLaKo6i7VQi8LP5_sQNCMxPn2h04Svmtg/s1600/tumblr_lhcuziinAt1qd2f8to1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjgeIAOI2kDVbloiWYYTdo0TMW2YzZvI5jseHykFB3M-SfXXtzyqELT9M-Lxw7hecWZq6bAtJTC1pTjBf7Fbgo5vQslvJ24UXIjm_NJpeRWpHLaKo6i7VQi8LP5_sQNCMxPn2h04Svmtg/s400/tumblr_lhcuziinAt1qd2f8to1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653104545815261042" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" ><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">''O que vale não são quantas vezes voçê respirou, e sim quantas lhe tiraram o folego.''</span> </span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-56781413915680102612011-08-15T08:15:00.000-07:002011-08-15T08:19:10.462-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSRkqCBt-17v8hGxK3UjsTteTmhmBdkn23XeZoRCrrdXqQrXKsQ5YnbMushgByUAZRD7hGRBjDlGmQzZhHfKAmc8ij66C2O7Ykb2e8sKUjsVW4esESoatu8A1vBaMYc9-Xpum8MzECuQ/s1600/O+verdadeiro+defeito+da+mulher+%25C3%25A9+que+ela+v%25C3%25AA+um+rio+onde+s%25C3%25B3+existe+uma+gota..jpg"><img style="display: block; 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<br />Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-1566581063640910442011-07-03T16:25:00.000-07:002011-07-03T16:28:01.948-07:00Que não me falte ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3lRRxx-1Pw9KJUTmtMWner6iBFX-1Uqnky2LIzjKy10J8qtDb6D1jno8FXEFWeL9KJ7eoVZGt5sF2VCc64YZuakWPgUgjx0GJYrXuVnxirEAjgghLspSPzWgx3IOvtCkHvReP1QhGQ/s1600/tumblr_lm0uhgiNTm1qcbttro1_400_large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 386px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjM3lRRxx-1Pw9KJUTmtMWner6iBFX-1Uqnky2LIzjKy10J8qtDb6D1jno8FXEFWeL9KJ7eoVZGt5sF2VCc64YZuakWPgUgjx0GJYrXuVnxirEAjgghLspSPzWgx3IOvtCkHvReP1QhGQ/s400/tumblr_lm0uhgiNTm1qcbttro1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625271481998868802" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que não me falte </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também O verdadeiro Sentido" href="http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/o-verdadeiro-sentido/">coragem</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> de ir adiante..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que não me falte coragem pra </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também Pense" href="http://www.reflexoes.net/poemas/pense/">tentar</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que não me falte </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também A falta de amor é a intolerância" href="http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/a-falta-de-amor-e-a-intolerancia/">humildade</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> pra pedir desculpas..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que não me falte </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também Saber Jogar..." href="http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/saber-jogar/">compaixão</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> pra perdoar.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que eu saiba apreciar os mais singelos atos..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que diante dos desafios eu mantenha a cabeça erguida..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que saiba aceitar os fatos..</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;">Que eu saiba como </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também Pra aprender a viver" href="http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/pra-aprender-a-viver/">viver</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> a </span><a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" title="Leia também Minha vida antes da sua existência..." href="http://www.reflexoes.net/pensamentos-e-reflexoes/minha-vida-antes-da-sua-existencia/">vida</a><span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;"> !</span></span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-72854335345139167842011-06-15T07:53:00.000-07:002011-06-15T08:01:53.502-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieToqESObhw_CJoh1yxm_VSlE13gcT9_qzyQxcXyf9mQ7yJeEwcSprOy5iajft8Ls1_N2Ce1xZ5uycYVlBLAHoT5ZVnb1NaXBaWM-8lWbwQd7i46GrrZwQDOchJR-6LoSUEW3OI_ecQ/s1600/se+a+iten%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+era+despeda%25C3%25A7ar+meu+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252C+devo+te+dar+os+parab%25C3%25A9ns+porque+seu+objetivo+foi+atingido+com+todo+o+sucesso+poss%25C3%25ADvel..jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgieToqESObhw_CJoh1yxm_VSlE13gcT9_qzyQxcXyf9mQ7yJeEwcSprOy5iajft8Ls1_N2Ce1xZ5uycYVlBLAHoT5ZVnb1NaXBaWM-8lWbwQd7i46GrrZwQDOchJR-6LoSUEW3OI_ecQ/s400/se+a+iten%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o+era+despeda%25C3%25A7ar+meu+cora%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o%252C+devo+te+dar+os+parab%25C3%25A9ns+porque+seu+objetivo+foi+atingido+com+todo+o+sucesso+poss%25C3%25ADvel..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618460889073847298" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Se a itenção era despedaçar meu coração,<br />devo te dar os parabéns porque seu objetivo foi atingido com todo o sucesso possível.</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> ;</span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">(</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-67067126686509589242011-05-13T19:09:00.000-07:002011-05-13T19:13:32.339-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3hev2thzq4R0zeaIDCWQaltwDsa6WCwu31WlXPtZ5BXg7U8czU5Q28JCqaPW-cDeGVa90XnZF2Rhlph4RHfHcCBMAqGcOR3AaA-KWGZNpEilmEPWGifbcB32jPF-PXuIZgflIOjp8g/s1600/Eu+n%25C3%25A3o+entendo+porque+as+pessoas+fazem+as+outras+chorarem+se+podem+fazer+elas+rirem%252C+%25C3%25A9+t%25C3%25A3o+simples+e+d%25C3%25B3i+bem+menos+..jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm3hev2thzq4R0zeaIDCWQaltwDsa6WCwu31WlXPtZ5BXg7U8czU5Q28JCqaPW-cDeGVa90XnZF2Rhlph4RHfHcCBMAqGcOR3AaA-KWGZNpEilmEPWGifbcB32jPF-PXuIZgflIOjp8g/s400/Eu+n%25C3%25A3o+entendo+porque+as+pessoas+fazem+as+outras+chorarem+se+podem+fazer+elas+rirem%252C+%25C3%25A9+t%25C3%25A3o+simples+e+d%25C3%25B3i+bem+menos+..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5606388671346252114" border="0" /></a><br /><span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">Eu não entendo porque as pessoas fazem as outras chorarem</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> se podem fazer elas rirem,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">É tão simples e dói bem menos .</span></span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">..</span></span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-18995677764675165842011-04-19T19:07:00.000-07:002011-04-19T19:13:14.720-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhuajuwpdGUOmfv0Aojg5hzBhD9mUkFR0KF8C-KshbKHT_m7RDShBX5-tTBTW1mIHb_PV5HSv5jIqyoy2Hdm3DVl_qYUPLySRD8XSfYIB-czxlL0211F4MkbyhQunIDTZzMx9JUDprA/s1600/e+vc+acha+que+meu+orgulho+%25C3%25A9+grande.+%25C3%25A9+pq+nunca+viu+o+tamanho+da+minha+%255Bb%255Df%25C3%25A9+..jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKhuajuwpdGUOmfv0Aojg5hzBhD9mUkFR0KF8C-KshbKHT_m7RDShBX5-tTBTW1mIHb_PV5HSv5jIqyoy2Hdm3DVl_qYUPLySRD8XSfYIB-czxlL0211F4MkbyhQunIDTZzMx9JUDprA/s400/e+vc+acha+que+meu+orgulho+%25C3%25A9+grande.+%25C3%25A9+pq+nunca+viu+o+tamanho+da+minha+%255Bb%255Df%25C3%25A9+..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597482094335194562" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >-E vc acha que meu orgulho é grande. é porque nunca viu o tamanho da minha</span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"> </span><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);">fé</span> <span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">(:</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com22tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-1183228667919203162011-04-19T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-19T19:06:55.017-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLngcAiwiyz-sAp7ZNkzC_73JuJHw8N6NymtwiZv0CcVH51iaZVnD0BiNkotyWt4x1_HAfIj9z7951Dh2xXDEPAl8GsjVRhB3woH9OSEeLtULQ5tiJh34IrLyHKXF8pW9SWFGgUf5SSg/s1600/Se+d%25C3%25B3i+por+que+voc%25C3%25AA+faz++se+te+machuca+por+que+voc%25C3%25AA+continua.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLngcAiwiyz-sAp7ZNkzC_73JuJHw8N6NymtwiZv0CcVH51iaZVnD0BiNkotyWt4x1_HAfIj9z7951Dh2xXDEPAl8GsjVRhB3woH9OSEeLtULQ5tiJh34IrLyHKXF8pW9SWFGgUf5SSg/s400/Se+d%25C3%25B3i+por+que+voc%25C3%25AA+faz++se+te+machuca+por+que+voc%25C3%25AA+continua.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597480856313406882" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >-Se dói por que você faz. </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;" >se te machuca por que você continua ?</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> ):</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-1474417838071341132011-03-25T18:54:00.000-07:002011-03-25T19:03:54.106-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLH9DHQm5lZ0jwIPTtaJDoQA0Bc-BGbR69Rp_s27fn7YzJSI-H7Oiitfw9p3-MwPaJ8MHT-R_aZTLREkD6jiwGWbwusF5k3MoFUPRcUMz0mTwP-c4o1Bl1rrVp03Qo-bgCPrWIa_P6SQ/s1600/Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+nunca+vai+esquecer%252C+e+esquece.Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+essa+dor+nunca+vai+passar%252C+mas+passa.Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+tudo+%25C3%25A9+eterno%252C+mas+ACABA.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLH9DHQm5lZ0jwIPTtaJDoQA0Bc-BGbR69Rp_s27fn7YzJSI-H7Oiitfw9p3-MwPaJ8MHT-R_aZTLREkD6jiwGWbwusF5k3MoFUPRcUMz0mTwP-c4o1Bl1rrVp03Qo-bgCPrWIa_P6SQ/s400/Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+nunca+vai+esquecer%252C+e+esquece.Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+essa+dor+nunca+vai+passar%252C+mas+passa.Voc%25C3%25AA+pensa+que+tudo+%25C3%25A9+eterno%252C+mas+ACABA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588203326942230978" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:100%;" ><br />Você pensa que nunca vai esquecer, e esquece.<br />Você pensa que essa dor nunca vai passar, mas passa.<br />Você pensa que tudo é eterno, mas um dia ACABA...</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-31296297373171596732011-03-16T18:37:00.000-07:002011-03-16T18:39:19.451-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh916wjgRTQzfW85dSg5ts_EsJq2w3HtLWSWSJ_zz2vRElhAXhuwyqhiZ_ntIFbbFAaAgfAuYBLVgdENo8TfCldFhCW1AnsRxXcGW8ZAlZaaFgdPsmacg7l59lwgo_oyipa1TvImIFdmw/s1600/Aprendi+a+selecionar+meus+diamantes.+Peda%25C3%25A7os+de+vidro+j%25C3%25A1+n%25C3%25A3o+me+enganam+mais..jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh916wjgRTQzfW85dSg5ts_EsJq2w3HtLWSWSJ_zz2vRElhAXhuwyqhiZ_ntIFbbFAaAgfAuYBLVgdENo8TfCldFhCW1AnsRxXcGW8ZAlZaaFgdPsmacg7l59lwgo_oyipa1TvImIFdmw/s400/Aprendi+a+selecionar+meus+diamantes.+Peda%25C3%25A7os+de+vidro+j%25C3%25A1+n%25C3%25A3o+me+enganam+mais..jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584857149263059938" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;" >''<span style="font-weight: bold;">Aprendi a selecionar meus diamantes. Pedaços de vidro já não me enganam mais</span>.</span>''Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-4816663093950914942011-03-04T15:31:00.000-08:002011-03-04T15:37:18.211-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4XTFsdsBTzAcuft1684zqMvNgSBS3WvjE_AT1AVSwceqN9fRuIHVPoi1g5rHkM1j27fc1uShoRk3gn9B7X8laPbUSz9dVBVswzVapYDpBufbUM-e4B2VvI8X7nahFrUZY05fD81_0Q/s1600/tumblr_lgtbpgij9G1qdb825o1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik4XTFsdsBTzAcuft1684zqMvNgSBS3WvjE_AT1AVSwceqN9fRuIHVPoi1g5rHkM1j27fc1uShoRk3gn9B7X8laPbUSz9dVBVswzVapYDpBufbUM-e4B2VvI8X7nahFrUZY05fD81_0Q/s400/tumblr_lgtbpgij9G1qdb825o1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5580371776124191698" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="editablearea"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri;">Pra não chorar</span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="editablearea"></span><span class="editablearea"><br />Eu me envolvi com outro alguém</span><br /><span class="editablearea">Mas não adiantou</span><span class="editablearea">, um falso amor</span><br /><span class="editablearea">E alguém chorou também</span><br /><span class="editablearea">Por que o amor traz tanta dor?</span><br /><span class="editablearea">Porque é que tem que ser assim?</span><br /><span class="editablearea">Te mandei embora e agora imploro </span><br /><span class="editablearea">Pra voltar pra mim </span></span><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:hyphenationzone>21</w:HyphenationZone> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Tabela normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" class="editablearea"><span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: Calibri;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">,</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-2036355396564540672011-02-28T17:27:00.000-08:002011-02-28T17:58:03.012-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IVE7PDVMPYjfpeQtnvzMJn1YVRejGCzCjxNniXFDRcLoHSqtj0FdgvVz7OZyM5C-cz4w1uE_rxq4ooC3w5TY6FXreWFO_XtCAD-ZLGUOC25-awhYwvAi9XAlYzMiFvlffs6L-IIt_g/s1600/to+cansada+de+falsas+ilus%25C3%25B5es+cansada+de+te+querer+e+n%25C3%25A3o+te+ao+meu+lado+vou+tentar+te+esquecer+e+para+de+viver+passado.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8IVE7PDVMPYjfpeQtnvzMJn1YVRejGCzCjxNniXFDRcLoHSqtj0FdgvVz7OZyM5C-cz4w1uE_rxq4ooC3w5TY6FXreWFO_XtCAD-ZLGUOC25-awhYwvAi9XAlYzMiFvlffs6L-IIt_g/s400/to+cansada+de+falsas+ilus%25C3%25B5es+cansada+de+te+querer+e+n%25C3%25A3o+te+ao+meu+lado+vou+tentar+te+esquecer+e+para+de+viver+passado.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578917167604609186" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" >To cansada de falsas ilusões,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:arial;" > cansada de te querer e não te ter ao meu lado, vou tentar te esquecer e para de viver <span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);">passado!</span></span></span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-71918428178429915832011-02-21T15:44:00.000-08:002011-02-22T10:22:13.889-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsOgMDpIL7DEyFwFXyJTNp8CmBeg9KusV5tFp63FOYddq9fuv23WPrknnSpEhfRHeBcyeQeC5_sx9dFEzZd1k6R2lARrMoFD6Hl0sYQvs5_LECJxzAfvo3QGj7hylaJjYtXJ8WquPnA/s1600/sentimento.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjsOgMDpIL7DEyFwFXyJTNp8CmBeg9KusV5tFp63FOYddq9fuv23WPrknnSpEhfRHeBcyeQeC5_sx9dFEzZd1k6R2lARrMoFD6Hl0sYQvs5_LECJxzAfvo3QGj7hylaJjYtXJ8WquPnA/s400/sentimento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576294572856552178" border="0" /></a><br /><p><br /><em><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Se for pra me abandonar, não se aproxime. Eu pareço muito forte por fora, mas sou completamente frágil por dentro. </span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153); font-weight: bold;">Eu me apego muito rápido à carinhos, palavras e sentimentos.</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">;</span><span style="font-weight: bold;">(</span><b><br /></b></em></p>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-13897392781356961892011-02-14T07:40:00.001-08:002011-02-14T07:51:03.861-08:00Pra onde você foi ,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAXBzwrCLt5dYVq18h0QHbUMn6Z6df4qFYnT6hDKENnouzc5z1hrmg_CInreFPdBXQQd8OxnufgkbHiTg_FhycC4NzmDtpyi3jWFEnPqM955tHOVp4sEOBLJMEwGh1QEktqJUJUseZg/s1600/tumblr_l73bfgvH4a1qakzrno1_400_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlAXBzwrCLt5dYVq18h0QHbUMn6Z6df4qFYnT6hDKENnouzc5z1hrmg_CInreFPdBXQQd8OxnufgkbHiTg_FhycC4NzmDtpyi3jWFEnPqM955tHOVp4sEOBLJMEwGh1QEktqJUJUseZg/s400/tumblr_l73bfgvH4a1qakzrno1_400_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573573212994314322" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgaXmIQup3_Yyy7Ud2fUYwrAIbKBQVpFVvSU9tgBoy5EDiZbOHgUuuAx6f9ziGUFqArwhjbaU5DzjK9EIHhIWdlV_KotpOiFWmlDMFqMfRNQpAdMJiUqdNbvDihCEtrz_STjggPaugEmw/s1600/PRA+ONDE+VC+FOOI.jpg"><br /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXeC4-x9lKYrjW6QlEXAnPiVENRrymmHL3GHT0dYCtdBUXcYe4bxUOHW7tkKe6HuvlZPosp_lCSjytD29hvu3oUp3-CvuQqc1hNTqx5EtP4S-bbxg9UZJvNfPmVlfQUbHj3SQmFdNEgA/s1600/tumblr_l73bfgvH4a1qakzrno1_400_large.jpg"><br /></a><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">talvez eu nunca vá saber</span>...<br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">Mas sei de corações que se reencontram sem querer</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Encontros e desencontros, quantos casos são assim.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> Amores só acabam, quando o tempo escreve ''fim''.</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-25513349003276409172011-02-09T15:19:00.001-08:002011-02-09T15:20:42.192-08:00Todo mundo ama um dia ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lzNWOv6hhE_4J0zKZgt4laJz8FsDDTBuOCwanTKYms4QyMX58eMSX_ewxDSG4PH4Lm2amLA11JOfqb7N7zH80wXqeyNLdiZN8j-OG8ygnPsXCEafHwc0aM0U2_q5Voq6Ju9SFEIjtA/s1600/166797_195160650500295_129255280424166_803624_2613442_n_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4lzNWOv6hhE_4J0zKZgt4laJz8FsDDTBuOCwanTKYms4QyMX58eMSX_ewxDSG4PH4Lm2amLA11JOfqb7N7zH80wXqeyNLdiZN8j-OG8ygnPsXCEafHwc0aM0U2_q5Voq6Ju9SFEIjtA/s400/166797_195160650500295_129255280424166_803624_2613442_n_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571833660884444242" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">todo mundo chora,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Um dia a gente chega, no outro vai embora</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cada um de nós compõe a sua história</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cada ser em si carrega o dom de ser capaz</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">E ser feliz...</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com30tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-77801477120004059452011-02-07T06:31:00.001-08:002011-02-08T05:55:08.450-08:00Nunca ,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-vAsXWUwZzaxBSuFBG8mlLrE4MxO4yeyn81QGaueqlAyBhEGWQWdH1yK4Ed1hu6tPM-oqX8xuCHLtgfcKqVuCdwYOTBMDruYcskwG6NzrkrzPktVT1t7mRS-U4rRMWuoVwfMlw8_aQ/s1600/tumblr_lg02an1xwz1qemnlko1_500_large.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0-vAsXWUwZzaxBSuFBG8mlLrE4MxO4yeyn81QGaueqlAyBhEGWQWdH1yK4Ed1hu6tPM-oqX8xuCHLtgfcKqVuCdwYOTBMDruYcskwG6NzrkrzPktVT1t7mRS-U4rRMWuoVwfMlw8_aQ/s400/tumblr_lg02an1xwz1qemnlko1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571314069817353282" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifRhSlzI7IYJeD6y6Yw2deoxMqhSOLumDmVuyj6_A7PeaoX2Rzbb5hXI9hUNg2PnfVrasxmmNuZHFq3-5iqr3PtKhIuMXsJoPlv9CUFMqELXiKN3KkZ-rmWM36GOntO2Niw1orA2Ygmw/s1600/%25E2%2580%259CA+f%25C3%25B3rmula+da+minha+felicidade+um+sim%252C+um+n%25C3%25A3o%252C+uma+linha+reta%252C+um+objetivo.%25E2%2580%259D.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">desvαlorize ninguém,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">guαrde cαdα pessoα perto do seu corαção</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">porque um diα você pode αcordαr </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">e perceber que você perdeu um </span><u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">diαmante</u><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">enquαnto você estαvα muito ocupαdo colecionαndo </span><u style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">pedrαs</u><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">!</b><br /><b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"></b>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-47537172241949564672011-02-03T14:45:00.000-08:002011-02-08T05:54:37.104-08:00Eu sou o disco ,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSDc4nucGQjPQwbSvtR_tyenpCocZe9zjrprIGgnrsfEaoLsVuh9c8CSA_ElLrmamIbdmHe2NHtrNxOf5ZH76jozzj46pUWQZNccDiYIkzVp2zYXZKFwfH0MyuRuK7mHKHZrSDIp0eg/s1600/eu+sou+o+dico.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoSDc4nucGQjPQwbSvtR_tyenpCocZe9zjrprIGgnrsfEaoLsVuh9c8CSA_ElLrmamIbdmHe2NHtrNxOf5ZH76jozzj46pUWQZNccDiYIkzVp2zYXZKFwfH0MyuRuK7mHKHZrSDIp0eg/s400/eu+sou+o+dico.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569598535538133746" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Eu sou o disco que voçê nunca quis ouvir,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> sabendo que vai doer ,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> sabendo que é pra voçe .</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-51516426722399201702011-01-20T14:22:00.001-08:002011-01-20T14:29:09.253-08:00Eu não quero uma pessoa perfeita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi-siGBm69X3gKIsQW5pffJ9Fv1FWHn39COp8IFNJIUCVuwHjgcAuXZj3kO7Gu2OfpsRZDSCxBUw7Ie-DjWmneTiLt8FpEvzklcrQzcTAOleHWsksAy_4CYOg5P8ROMEZUwvxZeUbNA/s1600/tumblr_l7nv66H3kc1qaj7gxo1_500_large.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSi-siGBm69X3gKIsQW5pffJ9Fv1FWHn39COp8IFNJIUCVuwHjgcAuXZj3kO7Gu2OfpsRZDSCxBUw7Ie-DjWmneTiLt8FpEvzklcrQzcTAOleHWsksAy_4CYOg5P8ROMEZUwvxZeUbNA/s400/tumblr_l7nv66H3kc1qaj7gxo1_500_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564397959689069266" border="0" /></a><br /><h3 class="smller"><a href="http://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=107368356"><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">eu quero alguém que me ame e sorria para mim quando me sinto triste. quero alguém que me envolva em seus braços e me chame de linda quando mais ninguém acha isso. não quero o mais bonito, quero apenas o normal para me manter feliz. não quero o mais engraçado, mas quero aquele que me faça rir apenas por seu jeito meigo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">não precisa ser o mais criativo do mundo, mas quero alguém que me surpreenda com uma ligação no meio do dia, apenas para ouvir minha voz.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">eu queria alguém fiel. alguém que me visse como a única. alguém que apontasse para mim e pensasse que eu sou a menina de seus olhos. eu não quero uma pessoa perfeita aos olhos do mundo. eu quero uma pessoa perfeita aos olhos de Deus.</span> </a></h3>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-83945196806983049152010-10-08T15:23:00.001-07:002011-02-03T13:54:28.417-08:00Eu já me enganei,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TM19UO5r6IcH0RRsftlpaXD1UeEbeLItwOfSD3wdxd2CjGaBi7uwBZAsSVcjP5-W7P7wOJclWOcXbllWCAlzB8LgaIEnWhshHBph89n7KWwSYOLItYlwZINBjALoiDPun2Q5oP8C2Q/s1600/EDITADO+5.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9TM19UO5r6IcH0RRsftlpaXD1UeEbeLItwOfSD3wdxd2CjGaBi7uwBZAsSVcjP5-W7P7wOJclWOcXbllWCAlzB8LgaIEnWhshHBph89n7KWwSYOLItYlwZINBjALoiDPun2Q5oP8C2Q/s400/EDITADO+5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569584537097267090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">sobre muitas pessoas e já me enganei sobre mim mesma. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Já disse "nunca mais" e fiz tudo novamente. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Já pensei que fosse para sempre e nem percebi quando acabou. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;">Já errei muito e ainda faço. Já machuquei quem não deveria. </span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Já me decepcionei com os que mais amei e amo.<br />Já escrevi e não mandei. Não disse "eu te amo", quando deveria ter dito "te quero bem". Já quis ter dito "eu te amo" e ao invés disse "até logo". Faço idéia do que fazer daqui 10 anos, mas não sei que roupa comprar amanhã. Não me recordo do que comi ontem, mas me lembro de cada palavra carinhosa dita. Sinto saudade do que não tive, sinto falta até mesmo de quem está perto de mim, podendo amar sem ser notada. Posso morrer de ciúmes e mesmo assim conseguir sofrer. Posso esquecer quem me </span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">deixou triste, mais não esqueço jamais de quem me fez feliz :<span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);">) </span></span></span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-63872276337644693502010-07-28T13:21:00.000-07:002010-07-28T13:25:43.652-07:00porque eu penso em você todo dia, ?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak05K9-ruqe6wpzy3FWoPBG88QrZwNraQ2YL2Rk57zCvzKiOBvyFi0C1i8eDeHm2Zbti9fYEGikw9ycIPMjpBhkKoYTiFHfDqRPEnGNdiUXKH6No8lN9EF1zyX-4m2yro0ZyxcHv0gA/s1600/Sun_burnt_postcards_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjak05K9-ruqe6wpzy3FWoPBG88QrZwNraQ2YL2Rk57zCvzKiOBvyFi0C1i8eDeHm2Zbti9fYEGikw9ycIPMjpBhkKoYTiFHfDqRPEnGNdiUXKH6No8lN9EF1zyX-4m2yro0ZyxcHv0gA/s400/Sun_burnt_postcards_by_iNeedChemicalX.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499055612509451810" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Você é a minha alegria</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Meu coração</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não me deixe esperar</span><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Pedi três sonhos</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Dei três pulos n'água</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Fiquei buscando através da madrugada</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">E apelei até pra simpatia</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Que prometia o meu amor em três dias</span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Mas Porque eu penso em você todo dia ?</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2005430546676544374.post-3073944371847020512010-07-28T12:43:00.000-07:002010-07-28T12:45:47.553-07:00Aceite-me como sou ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMcj79s-ejG9bVEibXKT-OypalDQXGOK2hDH9G95jCslOsiIvuDBc0OwzMJb8xJyND3VMl-mRUa9-xZj49qxwTHerF7P8U61KXEKSkiUiceXuQgTUVuaXds4444cbi7pNSaNxSSWlXw/s1600/Remembering_you____by_Batman1066.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 296px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhMcj79s-ejG9bVEibXKT-OypalDQXGOK2hDH9G95jCslOsiIvuDBc0OwzMJb8xJyND3VMl-mRUa9-xZj49qxwTHerF7P8U61KXEKSkiUiceXuQgTUVuaXds4444cbi7pNSaNxSSWlXw/s400/Remembering_you____by_Batman1066.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499045289574715794" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não venho com garantia...</span><br /><b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><u>nem tenho a pretensão,<br />de ser alguém perfeito</u></b><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Toda a perfeição não posso ter.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu sou como você:</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">sou da espécie humano,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">sou capaz de errar.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">O erro não é falha de caráter</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">e errar faz parte da Natureza Humana.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu vivo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu sorrio.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu também aprendo!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Meu conhecimento é incompleto.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Estou na busca o tempo todo,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">nas horas acordadas e nas horas de sono.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu tenho um longo caminho a ser percorrido,</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">assim como você também tem.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Aprendemos nossas lições pelo caminho.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Atingiremos a Sabedoria.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Assim, por favor,</span><br /><b style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Aceite-me como sou!</b><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Porque eu sou só eu.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Apenas eu.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Não há ninguém igualzinho a mim no mundo.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Esta é a única garantia que dou.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">É assim que eu me sinto.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Eu tenho um coração.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Abra-me e veja-o!</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Por favor , cuide bem dele.</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ele é tudo que eu sou.</span>Lorenna Mirandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03670069933980708411noreply@blogger.com0