tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39120911664442591022024-03-20T02:20:34.044-07:00SintoniaQuimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-17694249584656204532010-10-13T15:22:00.000-07:002010-10-13T15:25:48.736-07:00<u><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;">Forever Young</span></u> <br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: yellow; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Youth Group</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Let's dance in style, lets dance for a while</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Heaven can wait we're only watching the skies</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Hoping for the best but expecting the worst</span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Are you going to drop the bomb or not?"</span></div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Já tou a morrer de saudades tuas.</span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Até daqui a 3 meses.</span></strong></div><strong><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Amo-te Pai.</span></strong>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-3670221448924122322010-02-23T13:22:00.000-08:002010-02-23T13:23:12.517-08:00Existencialismo<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uoKk1KwKtPJk6-mL9huSywduHnyezWiXX-l0Kjqj1N0ZYB5cKoe1lFs-EO9GFP9ijZMd1CfkQYUvU44O9umiPmbQ3Qtm9Iaj2-GwMCfqHxg7QLVTGdBqMQn3RHNSC-Hpx1AOYJbjSmsn/s1600-h/VergilioFerreira.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5uoKk1KwKtPJk6-mL9huSywduHnyezWiXX-l0Kjqj1N0ZYB5cKoe1lFs-EO9GFP9ijZMd1CfkQYUvU44O9umiPmbQ3Qtm9Iaj2-GwMCfqHxg7QLVTGdBqMQn3RHNSC-Hpx1AOYJbjSmsn/s200/VergilioFerreira.jpg" width="198" /></a><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: 'Times New Roman'; mso-fareast-language: PT;">"Sento-me aqui nesta sala vazia e relembro. Uma lua quente de verão entra pela varanda, ilumina uma jarra de flores sobre a mesa. Olho essa jarra, essas flores, e escuto o indício de um rumor de vida, o sinal obscuro de uma memória de origens. No chão da velha casa a água da lua fascina-me."</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"><em>in "Aparição", Vergílio Ferreira</em></span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: right;"><br />
</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-74751356635853277062010-02-17T02:31:00.000-08:002010-02-17T02:31:49.760-08:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8a9wOhqT9ul7Catbdw6UQBaZuiSfa5gRYLqSs2EhrXgpKTafy9wsacFePI9947iKe7j1kNPJn7HBIo76J7lfjCtM1hj-DwZ3W6Vxt9UzJARidClthE8xTi0cQpATtrX-46Dm3Mqb96Hu/s1600-h/all_star.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgR8a9wOhqT9ul7Catbdw6UQBaZuiSfa5gRYLqSs2EhrXgpKTafy9wsacFePI9947iKe7j1kNPJn7HBIo76J7lfjCtM1hj-DwZ3W6Vxt9UzJARidClthE8xTi0cQpATtrX-46Dm3Mqb96Hu/s200/all_star.jpg" width="150" /></a><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><em></em></span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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<strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>Much</em></span></strong></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><strong><span style="color: #cc0000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: x-large;"><em>remained</em></span></strong><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-4859622471071661422010-01-24T04:33:00.000-08:002010-01-24T04:33:58.179-08:00(...)<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Caminho sem destino. Ausente da realidade. Sou uma mundo à parte que está preso ao passado e teima em não avançar no tempo. Chove mas eu nem me movo. Continuo imobilizada à porta daquele café que em tempos foi o nosso refúgio. A água escorre pela minha face mas eu nem a sinto. Tu passas por mim e nem me vês, e eu vejo-te passar mas nem te reconheço.</span><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-66775591476847395792009-12-11T14:23:00.000-08:002009-12-11T14:25:26.636-08:00Revolta<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Chorei</em></strong></span><br />
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</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>E ter coragem de querer</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo...</em></strong></span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Busquei,</em></strong></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Nas palavras o conforto</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Dancei no silêncio morto</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>E ter coragem de querer</em></strong></span><br />
</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong><em>Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo...</em></strong></span><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-83961930915292463502009-12-06T03:46:00.000-08:002009-12-06T03:59:03.671-08:00Die<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWYlT-VlnHVFShaIkYmtYZsOirhA2gVrYatj3hNc4Hnrn36klpWTCuntw_MWnvpW7M9QcZMTr8sReVcGJq0BjpR3X5eAPUrSof-DLXoDUK48HD6XVLtlAnTJFmmoruGK9a4w1mtdnhqtH/s1600-h/3039364918_6483422ecd.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsWYlT-VlnHVFShaIkYmtYZsOirhA2gVrYatj3hNc4Hnrn36klpWTCuntw_MWnvpW7M9QcZMTr8sReVcGJq0BjpR3X5eAPUrSof-DLXoDUK48HD6XVLtlAnTJFmmoruGK9a4w1mtdnhqtH/s400/3039364918_6483422ecd.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em></em></span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;"><em>Bang bang, I shot you down</em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"><em>Bang bang, you hit the ground</em></span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"><em>Bang bang, that awful sound</em></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: large;"><em>Bang bang, I used to shoot you down</em></span><br />
</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-49243094814498926522009-12-02T07:43:00.000-08:002009-12-02T07:45:56.814-08:00Love@<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi03wlOpiUKjgdoO2G-Z9ZY8zp3b5RoQDF5ikrYw2JUTgso89ybbKiHsZU_mHVP_8o9rN0nfQFVxLj_Is0-YjX2O_8lHBi9SngyeWIV5mNa_O6GBFIDrmRxxFFthed3ws8huaF8zkNFI4r/s1600-h/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" er="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi03wlOpiUKjgdoO2G-Z9ZY8zp3b5RoQDF5ikrYw2JUTgso89ybbKiHsZU_mHVP_8o9rN0nfQFVxLj_Is0-YjX2O_8lHBi9SngyeWIV5mNa_O6GBFIDrmRxxFFthed3ws8huaF8zkNFI4r/s200/Mi_Amor_by_SunDropsTonight.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Procuro-te, mas tenho medo de te encontrar. Quero sentir o bem que fazes, mas receio apenas conhecer o mal que provocas. Fazes-me falta, mas não preciso de ti. Desejo-te a todo o segundo, mas fujo de ti a toda a hora. Persigo-te, mas mantenho-me longe.</em></span><br />
</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-38786509245485045022009-11-26T09:31:00.000-08:002009-12-06T04:01:28.628-08:00Afirmação<span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span><span style="font-size: small;"> <span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Nunca dei o melhor de mim, até hoje. Durante anos limitei-me a fazer o que era necessário. Por vezes, sentia-me aprisionada a uma imagem que não era real, mas faltava-me coragem para me libertar daquela prisão, prisão essa que fui eu própria quem a construiu. Prisioneira de medos, era eu no passado. Sabia que tinha que mudar, que tinha que me livrar dos medos ue me atormentavam, que tinha que deixar cair a máscara.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Num dia, em que os meus cabelos ondulavam a cada suave suspiro do vento, estava decidida a ultrapassar os obstáculos que se atravassassem no meu caminho sem nunca dar parte fraca. Ainda não larguei a máscara de todo, mas estou a lutar por isso. Infelizmente não estou a fazê-lo totalmente por mim, estou a fazê-lo por alguém que se importa comigo, alguém que me ouve e alguém que apoia.</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7Tr3KucnY94txVROem5szMhlaBweNiemPrRvV1HKcCw72-9rGFo-pFnVsx-24Eovt-y7-tRzo37_sf5E1Q96YN7gwE8yOJgIBzXZbivMxYAvhnbobUrxFjoorlWKJsTv2jIIhtkyqWSW/s1600/jump_by_peteyyy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq7Tr3KucnY94txVROem5szMhlaBweNiemPrRvV1HKcCw72-9rGFo-pFnVsx-24Eovt-y7-tRzo37_sf5E1Q96YN7gwE8yOJgIBzXZbivMxYAvhnbobUrxFjoorlWKJsTv2jIIhtkyqWSW/s200/jump_by_peteyyy.jpg" yr="true" /></a><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Faz como eu, sê tu próprio, sê sempre verdadeiro, luta pelo que ambicionas, desliga-te das más críticas de quem se considera superior. Sorri, diverte-te a toda a hora.<span style="color: #6aa84f;"> </span></span><em><strong><span style="background-color: black;"><span style="color: #e06666;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Não te ocultes, dá um salto e mostra-te</span>.</span></span></strong></em><br />
</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-24346777782871624072009-11-04T09:38:00.000-08:002009-12-06T04:02:03.531-08:00Pensamento do ano.<div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Metade dos nossos erros na vida vêm do facto de sentirmos quando devíamos pensar e pensarmos quando devíamos sentir.</span><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS; font-size: x-small;"><strong> <span style="background-color: #990000; color: black;">Errei. Perdi. Sofri. Resisti.</span></strong></span><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-59478474239205153162009-11-03T10:12:00.000-08:002009-12-06T04:03:18.663-08:00The end?<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AeLTEUDNGMKDZjnreFS2OAaIvBw8E86vxW9x4Gg6cBP3fev5cKDrymPHp3Y3Q2zFUR9ZLwq6DtAjuTGpaldoIxFQxgIHEiuWgc7KfDoDcHAe5LY1isBpq1l1fU3GYuA-euouCLXBNMGm/s1600-h/coracao2tf...jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6AeLTEUDNGMKDZjnreFS2OAaIvBw8E86vxW9x4Gg6cBP3fev5cKDrymPHp3Y3Q2zFUR9ZLwq6DtAjuTGpaldoIxFQxgIHEiuWgc7KfDoDcHAe5LY1isBpq1l1fU3GYuA-euouCLXBNMGm/s200/coracao2tf...jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>So it's over and your heart is on the floor.</em></span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>And you need a way to run and hide.</em></span><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><em>Now you're knocking on my door.</em></span><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-24716326044683845662009-10-23T12:25:00.000-07:002009-12-06T04:05:29.120-08:00Outono*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHS_bmR9wbShcz8u2veoUaT-7Tg9tbWSe6VQMPL5CUwOAcVl-yPYV1Qhpwwib4_2R23BolFcDzuVI9xQ0XE0u1UNorfDOIA5BeYxj4eTuNxbR9FqfNVOD3T4mLoDQySr7BixtxJc9nUNh/s1600-h/outono.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHHS_bmR9wbShcz8u2veoUaT-7Tg9tbWSe6VQMPL5CUwOAcVl-yPYV1Qhpwwib4_2R23BolFcDzuVI9xQ0XE0u1UNorfDOIA5BeYxj4eTuNxbR9FqfNVOD3T4mLoDQySr7BixtxJc9nUNh/s400/outono.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> <span style="color: white;">O Outono chegou e, com ele, vieram a chuva, o frio, o passado e a tristeza. O meu espírito está inquieto, pois o passado que tanto quero esquecer teima em voltar à minha memória, ao meu coração e aos meus olhos. Não sei se chove na rua ou se são os meus olhos que libertam a dor que me preenche. Olho à minha volta e descubro que tudo se está a desmoronar, nada nem ninguém me é conhecido, sinto-me como se estivesse rodeada de blasfémias e de efemeridades.</span></span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> Um dia, acordei e nada estava igual, tudo desabou em meu redor, até o céu. A minha estrela fugiu ou mudou de aspecto, e não brilhará jamais para mim. A angústia e a solidão são sentimentos bastante fortes e tentam apoderar-se do meu ser a toda a hora, mas eu sou bem mais forte que esses sentimentos.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: Trebuchet MS;"> Ontem, estava a observar uma maravilhosa macieira, e por cada folha que caía no chão, escorria uma lágrima pelo meu rosto, pois cada folha representava alguém que perdi devido à distância ou à mentira.</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> O vento sopra lá fora e eu danço cá dentro, no meu quarto, no meu casulo, no meu território. Danço como as folhas que estão na calçada, rodopio sem parar, porque o vento não vai parar de soprar enquanto eu não parar de recordar.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> Olho pela janela e está a chover; corro até à rua porque lá as minhas lágrimas salgadas misturam-se com as lágrimas doces do céu. Aqui, na rua, sinto-me em paz, porque a água da chuva ameniza a dor do meu peito.</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><br />
</span><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><span style="color: #741b47;"><strong> <span style="color: #990000;">No Outono, estou perturbada, estou perdida e o que tenho cá dentro dói demais.</span></strong></span></span>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-25731116554845415582009-10-21T09:58:00.000-07:002009-12-06T04:04:45.469-08:00Na vida.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Fui esquecida, recorda-me.</strong></span><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"><strong>Estou perdida, encontra-me.</strong></span><br />
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</div>Quimera.http://www.blogger.com/profile/09935430203017083519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912091166444259102.post-58295875447982452492009-10-20T13:28:00.000-07:002009-12-06T04:04:16.710-08:00Time goes by...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfAukiFK-_lrIrzLnocjFMzYBAW5nh_bqUoFzgLo38eZ6bF7WxE-SpjzY1UHuKG4M_yxmaDvIuZiiK13QCC_DzmT3twoCtHpoPDYRMkVN5kPTeQju_yIWeTz-47iAULEniBDslziRK3je/s1600-h/1203453219_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJfAukiFK-_lrIrzLnocjFMzYBAW5nh_bqUoFzgLo38eZ6bF7WxE-SpjzY1UHuKG4M_yxmaDvIuZiiK13QCC_DzmT3twoCtHpoPDYRMkVN5kPTeQju_yIWeTz-47iAULEniBDslziRK3je/s320/1203453219_f.jpg" vr="true" /></a><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">Eram casas. Eram ruas. Eram pessoas.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="color: white; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: large;">São ruínas. São rastos. São cadáveres.</span><br />
</div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="color: #990000; font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">...and someday, we'll disappear!</span><br />
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