tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30653485972461472722024-03-14T05:11:09.134+00:00Mudei de ideiasUm blog de regresso, onde sou eu na mesma... mas com casa nova.psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.comBlogger71125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-78861581102583910312009-07-15T20:45:00.001+01:002009-07-15T20:48:32.650+01:00Gira Gira<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRnSA44xj955klPAIMph1_P1NlVzBdWQu61tDUJ5JVHhcsd7vXkM8YDkoB1MMdRT2F0U0OGpfw9OtAMB0PMdAquQpRzNjFS8eTJehcVgV1EzfakMBsA6OlgjsHfrzdWoQ6lwiP9_HF2gh/s1600-h/yellom.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358775905663494722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 366px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpRnSA44xj955klPAIMph1_P1NlVzBdWQu61tDUJ5JVHhcsd7vXkM8YDkoB1MMdRT2F0U0OGpfw9OtAMB0PMdAquQpRzNjFS8eTJehcVgV1EzfakMBsA6OlgjsHfrzdWoQ6lwiP9_HF2gh/s400/yellom.jpg" border="0" /></a> Amarelo<br />Sol<br /><div>amarelo </div><div>girassol </div><div>gira gira girassol para onde da o sol </div><div></div><div></div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-40136353169587776672008-03-04T23:19:00.003+00:002008-03-04T23:26:24.500+00:00sentir<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUlKVNK1lHDSnhZg1cEHfBFrHgs1Bz8WW2ueBSjumH0EAxwL4QASnAVmewqJ-LLr2KrqB2gHXY9kkrx8k3PliDVVUOfwZKJGqxPgmrntevdV0uwvKEJWEDBqHvo6Gvon4wssc5D09LZoV/s1600-h/1509674.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjaUlKVNK1lHDSnhZg1cEHfBFrHgs1Bz8WW2ueBSjumH0EAxwL4QASnAVmewqJ-LLr2KrqB2gHXY9kkrx8k3PliDVVUOfwZKJGqxPgmrntevdV0uwvKEJWEDBqHvo6Gvon4wssc5D09LZoV/s400/1509674.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174031830587722434" border="0" /></a><br />Sabes as vezes fazemos e cometemos erros...<br />esses erros são conscientes outros nem por isso...<br />mas o que chateia mais<br />é sentir que mendigo atenções<br />sentir-me pura e simplesmente objecto<br />num dia sou princesa<br />noutro sou apenas mais uma<br /><br />é triste ter este sentirpsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-36564951356116855242008-03-03T23:42:00.001+00:002008-03-03T23:44:24.314+00:00sou<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX0izCoC6vmwDpQjiRw8D5QzidEQeTdaJtdYgq7Z6t3vPrtcv3VEjVI6nyZUFdvvyNf6jauWQdOn-xP6-nInW4JlHOepki_1RXLSG6t68R2eRfiE8XX1QT6BW3hNtZ43S48qXigvMbvmE/s1600-h/1418127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzX0izCoC6vmwDpQjiRw8D5QzidEQeTdaJtdYgq7Z6t3vPrtcv3VEjVI6nyZUFdvvyNf6jauWQdOn-xP6-nInW4JlHOepki_1RXLSG6t68R2eRfiE8XX1QT6BW3hNtZ43S48qXigvMbvmE/s400/1418127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173665289210687330" border="0" /></a>Caio sempre... idiota, burra...psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-4936680996330622462008-02-11T23:53:00.000+00:002008-02-12T00:07:29.903+00:00Acredita<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFLhqkLdbEQko_4KIot-JsipecLW1ZP_nGr92vD3BAjOxvbjL7Ac02Dc3JkBVJ-qV26eIax2xrK6SDAfEy-l554_MZ_GtgI9YjJqbi7TGEjiwkbJXyaA0U18wNnoxuADPxL3xCSFqNINS/s1600-h/1432238.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnFLhqkLdbEQko_4KIot-JsipecLW1ZP_nGr92vD3BAjOxvbjL7Ac02Dc3JkBVJ-qV26eIax2xrK6SDAfEy-l554_MZ_GtgI9YjJqbi7TGEjiwkbJXyaA0U18wNnoxuADPxL3xCSFqNINS/s400/1432238.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165878544456768178" border="0" /></a><br />Acredita que estarei sempre aqui, que a amizade é mesmo assim.<br />Acredita que por muito mal que esteja,nunca deixarei que a amizade morra.<br />Pois no fundo é esse o sentimento mais nobre, mais puro que alguma vez te poderei oferecer<br />Existem momentos em que te amo, outros a raiva de não te ter é tão grande que me faz dizer<br />o que não quero, e mostrar o que não sou.<br />No fundo estas são as regras e são nos conhecidas, dói ter-te, dói ainda mais não te ter...<br />Por isso acredita que a amizade/ amor que temos não a quero perderpsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-27396745194291721352008-02-09T20:07:00.000+00:002008-02-09T20:14:24.624+00:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHxmlb239njU2zVkMCGSstu1UnVSU35ejzypmUms51oqXJvbMOriRC5-k0yBq0mThM2-ucVQyrtUKkousRzmurgIbn8l8J0gjQM1JLV6S5WR0EOb9H7zs9fPUZ9V7Gn2uIVqg7Ub86cyw/s1600-h/1653022.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfHxmlb239njU2zVkMCGSstu1UnVSU35ejzypmUms51oqXJvbMOriRC5-k0yBq0mThM2-ucVQyrtUKkousRzmurgIbn8l8J0gjQM1JLV6S5WR0EOb9H7zs9fPUZ9V7Gn2uIVqg7Ub86cyw/s400/1653022.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165076304695417506" border="0" /></a><br />desisti de complicar<br />desisti de esperar<br />desisti de querer<br />desisti de sobreviver<br /><br />a partir de agora<br />a vida vai correr<br />eu vou viver<br />vou deixar de esperar<br />que ligues ao que ligo<br />que sintas o que sinto<br /><br />apartir de agora<br />vou crescer<br />aproveitar<br />e viverpsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-25298456846392556642008-02-07T00:21:00.000+00:002008-02-07T00:29:39.827+00:00Vontade de te ter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaNZkmKKiZekIVjmRmAbW2jqEHn0Nc34xQDpkh5wWlyA-VEVwZv_BEPZk2A-SN3UOTvoffUXgtRDS4L9cTASTZr9H_cNk6Oueo-vt8xs8jeaSaKVsUvYYmRtiTC3cyDpPw-pmk4wStYgG/s1600-h/1578949.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPaNZkmKKiZekIVjmRmAbW2jqEHn0Nc34xQDpkh5wWlyA-VEVwZv_BEPZk2A-SN3UOTvoffUXgtRDS4L9cTASTZr9H_cNk6Oueo-vt8xs8jeaSaKVsUvYYmRtiTC3cyDpPw-pmk4wStYgG/s400/1578949.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164028279117697570" border="0" /></a><br />Vontade de te ter aqui<br />sentir o teu toque<br />o teu beijo<br />o teu desejo<br /><br />vontade de estar ai<br />a zelar pelo teu sono<br />amar-te em sonho<br />a sentir o teu calor<br /><br />vontade de sentir teu corpo<br />tua pele na minha<br />vontade de unir me a ti<br /><br />ai que vontade de ti....psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-72044983310601594822008-02-05T21:33:00.000+00:002008-02-05T21:48:57.544+00:00Olha-me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWtIJsJMCrvIV4K4J7p0PMoaudGMdNaX7xibjpXBUrp5-HSPhBC3G7oniQeP15XzwsFlsShScIe5b0zAbPB2u3HdqEbEy_ZaEDgOYV3K-R1gpD3L_K4n5zSxyZQG5UtrzXZZ5sJkf92ha/s1600-h/olhos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWtIJsJMCrvIV4K4J7p0PMoaudGMdNaX7xibjpXBUrp5-HSPhBC3G7oniQeP15XzwsFlsShScIe5b0zAbPB2u3HdqEbEy_ZaEDgOYV3K-R1gpD3L_K4n5zSxyZQG5UtrzXZZ5sJkf92ha/s400/olhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616348804338178" border="0" /></a><br />Olha-me<br />da-me a tua mão<br />sente no meu toque<br />toda a paixão<br /><br />Olha-me<br />diz-me que é vida é feita de possíveis<br />que todos os meus sonhos<br />são realizáveis<br /><br />Olha-me<br />e mostra-me<br />que o vivemos<br />não vai desaparecer<br /><br />Olha-me<br />e diz-me<br />que não sou apenas mais Uma ...psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-85237899346684760712008-02-03T22:30:00.000+00:002008-02-05T21:47:54.143+00:00Carnaval<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVJZXx-4IvYKw7qrwp-sUBfqAhq9wNrS1jrn5ZHPPmYgJb_vXrO-fGlUlNTy8L6UFoeh9dS4h6j_Iy720U6z3NJ4tLvok4GL-EL8rtqb3Okr9ePyJedWLpN6Suji7AF4tAEjK-DJ6sC9X/s1600-h/101163.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJVJZXx-4IvYKw7qrwp-sUBfqAhq9wNrS1jrn5ZHPPmYgJb_vXrO-fGlUlNTy8L6UFoeh9dS4h6j_Iy720U6z3NJ4tLvok4GL-EL8rtqb3Okr9ePyJedWLpN6Suji7AF4tAEjK-DJ6sC9X/s400/101163.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163616026681790962" border="0" /></a><br />Veste a mascara, despe o medo, se tu próprio...<br />assim disfarçado consegues revelar o teu verdadeiro eu...<br />assim fui eu...psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-35332683265506701222008-01-23T13:31:00.000+00:002008-01-23T13:34:41.506+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS_YAu8spdNzuddMup1s9CExPOu8scHbAa8mYi0IBMqkiRN3FYM03ggwBQLVYEiltVhmy7h_Uk_VDjBU5iBQqfXOVxFgm_ZCxUlR70As8M3Gr1DYgxWd6O2MAlSyZgxLaIUwotQemhvU4/s1600-h/757144.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158664904347079138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfS_YAu8spdNzuddMup1s9CExPOu8scHbAa8mYi0IBMqkiRN3FYM03ggwBQLVYEiltVhmy7h_Uk_VDjBU5iBQqfXOVxFgm_ZCxUlR70As8M3Gr1DYgxWd6O2MAlSyZgxLaIUwotQemhvU4/s400/757144.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Sinto a tua falta<br />Sejas tu quem fores<br />Sinto a falta<br />De atenção<br />De carinho<br />De mimo<br />De compreensão<br /><br />As vezes basta tão pouco<br />As vezes basta um Sorriso<br />Um beijo<br />Um olhar<br />Um abraço<br />A vez é tudo o que é preciso<br /><br />Nunca me senti tão só<br />Nunca me senti tão perto do abismo<br />Em que mergulhar no fundo<br />Esta a um passo<br /><br />Nunca me julguei tão carente<br />tão ausente<br />Nunca vivi assim<br /><br />Sinto – me na corda bamba<br />Na ausência de quereres<br />Nas esmolas e nos restos<br />Estou cansada de mim<br /><br />Sinto a tua falta<br />Será que existes<br />Será que partiste<br />Serás real ?</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-13942539646271942442008-01-22T19:15:00.000+00:002008-01-22T19:24:31.864+00:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxngttQp9LRO86OicBN1tLt6u3OsqUP5YTCrUwnqVGOMHgsFLNQgrhJ_r-1jnYO0VXvdAESpabnnrIPFaROHGKSnIqhJQt3dtR6DfK1lVQZ7oUU7Ng7tXb9AetbYdOEUBa9VXPeQXR-Dg/s1600-h/1599330.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158383980606467426" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWxngttQp9LRO86OicBN1tLt6u3OsqUP5YTCrUwnqVGOMHgsFLNQgrhJ_r-1jnYO0VXvdAESpabnnrIPFaROHGKSnIqhJQt3dtR6DfK1lVQZ7oUU7Ng7tXb9AetbYdOEUBa9VXPeQXR-Dg/s400/1599330.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Esfumam-se os tempos<br />Esfumam-se os sonhos<br />As vontades, os desejos...<br /><br />Esfumam-se as perguntas<br />As inseguranças<br />As faltas de sensibilidade<br /><br />Esfuma-se tudo<br />Esfuma-se a Natureza<br />Esfuma-se tudo o que sempre quis<br />Esfuma-se tudo menos o que sinto em mim.</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-50001961046428294782008-01-20T18:56:00.000+00:002008-01-20T19:04:44.626+00:00ILUSÕES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjeIiBLBBIjJXmlwbNfQcDMtGE3ql0OyK6La7z54KERkz0SeACpCwSDzQmeawW_objR45KqslaEhaENz8mmdEPI_9eXHjHbhZ7YGKivA7APvfSSQKw9-yfXRnPunNPJC15nxDUXyWpnqm/s1600-h/1418127.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsjeIiBLBBIjJXmlwbNfQcDMtGE3ql0OyK6La7z54KERkz0SeACpCwSDzQmeawW_objR45KqslaEhaENz8mmdEPI_9eXHjHbhZ7YGKivA7APvfSSQKw9-yfXRnPunNPJC15nxDUXyWpnqm/s400/1418127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157636441548598610" border="0" /></a><br />vivo na ilusão de que tudo o que ouço e vejo é real...ui que desilusão vivopsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-14902894484205186652008-01-16T23:23:00.001+00:002008-01-16T23:40:19.386+00:00Deixa-me Amar<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjIaiD__2-mQJjMkX9iwABYcof6cCj-tI7Wk-smApMQbCdib3MXuHhwR9BLYoYrUTCGnVnOHlR1XasnKzm_J6jdhcJ_BkUeJwlaWXOTvntlrHfTGoRhVCvK9NES7AXL2EVx5pQiEYxCV6/s1600-h/1453672.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjIaiD__2-mQJjMkX9iwABYcof6cCj-tI7Wk-smApMQbCdib3MXuHhwR9BLYoYrUTCGnVnOHlR1XasnKzm_J6jdhcJ_BkUeJwlaWXOTvntlrHfTGoRhVCvK9NES7AXL2EVx5pQiEYxCV6/s400/1453672.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156219261254708546" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Deixa-me amar<br />deixa-me amar os momentos passados juntos<br />as canções que partilhamos<br /><br />Deixa-me amar<br />os olhares trocados<br />os beijos secretos<br />os sorrisos cúmplices<br /><br />Deixa-me amar<br />as palavras trocadas<br />os segredos por desvendar<br />a cumplicidade revelada<br /><br />Deixa-me amar<br />cada dia que passa<br />cada paixão<br />cada desejo<br /><br />deixa-me amar<br />a vida<br />o sonho<br />o desejo<br />e a vontade de te ter...psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-1374209106631512512008-01-14T23:17:00.001+00:002008-01-14T23:21:39.212+00:00sera efêmero?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsQaa6Weu7bh-BqtvcoYetRJ9wRd3xsKNR2p65kIaO-I_iEAf-Q_xuGIXNP3YO__EKxf0KUbRK1DoEtrdBqbsMPrinl_uojn0QyAfgp8gwKLHe4fBovZaYDuE6H0inLdAt30oauvcUjfc/s1600-h/1688420.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBsQaa6Weu7bh-BqtvcoYetRJ9wRd3xsKNR2p65kIaO-I_iEAf-Q_xuGIXNP3YO__EKxf0KUbRK1DoEtrdBqbsMPrinl_uojn0QyAfgp8gwKLHe4fBovZaYDuE6H0inLdAt30oauvcUjfc/s400/1688420.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155475785235901746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMR6s7d_vmU2RF_xF88l1EaNK5ZLVPPyXVQ2JdmAAhI9jYOO_toWkwDCgO0QTgwzca6VVXH2zP5ya75eOYtMH03yLsy0KdaTe_46k0aYukBV47b67VF1ucFxBSl5oUebzq1jm3G8bl9p3/s1600-h/1689370.jpg">não é ... vai durar para sempre mesmo que o sempre termina agora...<img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFMR6s7d_vmU2RF_xF88l1EaNK5ZLVPPyXVQ2JdmAAhI9jYOO_toWkwDCgO0QTgwzca6VVXH2zP5ya75eOYtMH03yLsy0KdaTe_46k0aYukBV47b67VF1ucFxBSl5oUebzq1jm3G8bl9p3/s400/1689370.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155475660681850146" border="0" /></a>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-83493241956885759332008-01-12T00:00:00.000+00:002008-02-09T20:16:07.733+00:00Porque o dia é teuMuitos PARABÉNSpsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-17436143505007940932008-01-08T22:49:00.000+00:002008-01-08T22:45:02.798+00:00Estou viciada em Ti<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnrmwpiEqh6ZTDBhtfmrApfYv6MM5KxaWt932bD2b8ljFQIfUs42uxtH44NSkvXbBC0c3Ho7BAQTfav6dakVqCCaRI47DZkfyd6yzNR3KygznDPQEuCy9yNiKb7CT6vV1fR-w3mIBt9UA/s1600-h/947540.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153143493440122130" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmnrmwpiEqh6ZTDBhtfmrApfYv6MM5KxaWt932bD2b8ljFQIfUs42uxtH44NSkvXbBC0c3Ho7BAQTfav6dakVqCCaRI47DZkfyd6yzNR3KygznDPQEuCy9yNiKb7CT6vV1fR-w3mIBt9UA/s400/947540.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>Estou viciada em Ti<br />No teu sorriso<br />No teu olhar<br /><br />Estou viciada no teu beijo<br />No teu desejo<br />No teu calor<br /><br />Estou viciada na paixão<br />na ilusão<br />Que tu me das </div></div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-54951381403694311692008-01-06T22:49:00.000+00:002008-01-06T22:59:33.846+00:00cada minuto<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh1PsJlCG5O6NKwRTrrfPOf5kBo27YMMB1zw9Piawy8O3O6Qo0xS6LaPKr9wjdBiV9NjLnrcY7FvOcfKtJ0vactnAnEzHnKvG2soL56DLoQkDaAsZtgqYcjjtc3vhy8FLPnYom1JAuaxf/s1600-h/1619110.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNh1PsJlCG5O6NKwRTrrfPOf5kBo27YMMB1zw9Piawy8O3O6Qo0xS6LaPKr9wjdBiV9NjLnrcY7FvOcfKtJ0vactnAnEzHnKvG2soL56DLoQkDaAsZtgqYcjjtc3vhy8FLPnYom1JAuaxf/s400/1619110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5152502022894595330" border="0" /></a><br />Cada minuto passado juntos é saboreado como se fosse o ultimo... Contigo esqueço o mundo e reencontro a paz, a paixão, a amizade, e todas as coisas boas...psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-6510562048602182762008-01-04T04:00:00.000+00:002008-01-04T09:37:08.183+00:00acima de tudo<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5fG3w9MnGaJ1PWoJgwVAo04YKvKCI5RVIoWK6nu0CRVouIOQOsK0uRSc78hltnYoBe6k7Eylw28afWnsvoMxplX5IOdNREs7167LtM_AqSvpG8CFjdJt0rE_RithkoF5UsFcXjcKfmir/s1600-h/L'amour.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151552779287604466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs5fG3w9MnGaJ1PWoJgwVAo04YKvKCI5RVIoWK6nu0CRVouIOQOsK0uRSc78hltnYoBe6k7Eylw28afWnsvoMxplX5IOdNREs7167LtM_AqSvpG8CFjdJt0rE_RithkoF5UsFcXjcKfmir/s400/L'amour.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>quero ser menos insegura... </div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-42307309196705194922008-01-02T00:00:00.000+00:002008-01-02T16:37:28.827+00:00QUERO<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSyU7mJSAh4fnC_zZEHqTyKeRyR5dKb6-ZnXY36_blpPeKBrbkYTMNF13d7INA3t-JCNUkCFyWbJfZN7OMzCcUMt0uISzrY-VoyC_PqwH47fP-MlIsezKak-2yjsZb7F1fc2GV4uz1k9F/s1600-h/8961.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150918696085826786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpSyU7mJSAh4fnC_zZEHqTyKeRyR5dKb6-ZnXY36_blpPeKBrbkYTMNF13d7INA3t-JCNUkCFyWbJfZN7OMzCcUMt0uISzrY-VoyC_PqwH47fP-MlIsezKak-2yjsZb7F1fc2GV4uz1k9F/s400/8961.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div></div><br /><div>• Valorizar o que mais gostamos um no outro </div><br /><div>• Ser tolerante relativamente ao que não gosto em ti</div><br /><div>• Conviver com as nossas diferenças com muito humor </div><br /><div>• Não dar demasiada importância as pequenas coisas </div><br /><div>• Trabalhar as crises com inteligência </div><br /><div>• Ser flexível </div><br /><div>• Mostrar que gosto de ti, com e sem palavras </div><br /><div>• Ter projectos em conjunto </div><br /><div>• Continuar a namorar </div><br /><div>• Rir juntos</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-48728095550136476072007-12-30T15:51:00.000+00:002007-12-30T15:59:23.502+00:00Mais um ano que termina e outro que iniciaMais um<br />a vida sucede-se...<br /> O ano de 2007 teve muita coisa boa, outras más, outras pessimas e outras assim assim...<br />Neste ano que encerra teve sensações novas, emoções recordadas outras nunca vividas...<br />A vida apaixona-me, mas nos momentos menos bons os pensamentos atropelam-se e nesses momentos o desejo é fugir, partir e não mais voltar.<br />porque partilho isto, porque sou assim, porque sou uma desbocada, uma pessoa previsivel, impulsiva, ingenua outras vezes calculista...<br />No proximo ano deveria ter já uma lista do que quero melhorar, mas não tenho, nem a devo fazer...<br />A unica coisa que desejo é saude para os que amo, estimo e nos quais estão todos vós incluidos...<br />A vida quando menos esperamos prega-nos partidas... e a nós resta-nos saber supera-las..<br />Neste proximo ano de 2008 tenho imensos desafios, uns pessoais outros profissionais...<br />Vou tentar manter o Blog, vou tentar visitar-vos e vou tentar amar mais e complicar menos... bem parece que afinal fiz a minha Lista ...<br />Para Todos vós um excelente 2008 e obrigadapsiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-75037997414916624512007-12-26T13:53:00.001+00:002007-12-26T13:56:07.294+00:00já não<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkbjzPjpIVxZL1Z8jwTFgH8_fMX8nB2B-3_96Pnyz9VpE572Ovf_OCLFYpb7N1a9i3r673mBK9DJDyVzVbIRUpg-SxxWD9xITk4fkIOZzftKJoAdzZ_w_3Spt1lLrFRzt0cjEESJ_NTqp/s1600-h/1385900.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148279992733215938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiTkbjzPjpIVxZL1Z8jwTFgH8_fMX8nB2B-3_96Pnyz9VpE572Ovf_OCLFYpb7N1a9i3r673mBK9DJDyVzVbIRUpg-SxxWD9xITk4fkIOZzftKJoAdzZ_w_3Spt1lLrFRzt0cjEESJ_NTqp/s400/1385900.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Já não sou novidade </div><br /><div>Já perdi qualidade </div><br /><div>agora resta-me a saudade </div><br /><div>dos primeiros dias...</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-41122430333296731642007-12-16T22:27:00.001+00:002007-12-16T22:32:19.895+00:00Estamos assim hoje<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOrWzYdbWfSzovsedbbf0ql33ajiUWukWqZzhzk8ZsUlz4FX541XG_5uSVA-JJpGV0zS-3xPvDu0mofffOSqvMt6ssSCYI8LBzCrrSVhaccDwo9C0iPqfEPNzHC3DMKAslZ0DW_7RjKio/s1600-h/Creek.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144702070227283122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZOrWzYdbWfSzovsedbbf0ql33ajiUWukWqZzhzk8ZsUlz4FX541XG_5uSVA-JJpGV0zS-3xPvDu0mofffOSqvMt6ssSCYI8LBzCrrSVhaccDwo9C0iPqfEPNzHC3DMKAslZ0DW_7RjKio/s400/Creek.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Nas ausencias, a mente fervilha de imaginação e nem sempre sou optimista.<br />A chamada insegurança de fim de semana...</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-52413038415119091412007-12-14T17:18:00.000+00:002007-12-14T17:20:21.739+00:00desafio do Finurias<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvJQYpx6rasr05yhCmsKwTGRhooBDRPa3nKur6aWzQUgYgx2ByfuZJdChkLUuiY95M0RNUcRUjrFDCRJKWUbvTiJNN4uxYS5mji9kfjkQfCFCzh9sU41A1euEk-su_KofwA_d06-Df-ql/s1600-h/desafio.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143879648414608546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqvJQYpx6rasr05yhCmsKwTGRhooBDRPa3nKur6aWzQUgYgx2ByfuZJdChkLUuiY95M0RNUcRUjrFDCRJKWUbvTiJNN4uxYS5mji9kfjkQfCFCzh9sU41A1euEk-su_KofwA_d06-Df-ql/s400/desafio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Desafio<br /><br />Olha na minha mão<br />As recordações de outro tempo.<br />Olha a minha mão envelhecida<br />Calejada pelo tempo<br />Que pega na foto<br />Como no dia a dia<br /><br />Olha a foto<br />Da saudade<br />A eternidade<br />De uma coisa vivida<br /><br />Olha para eles e para mim<br />Olha para a cara de felicidade<br />De um dia vivido<br />Cheio de cumplicidade</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-72275533039606747212007-12-11T12:31:00.000+00:002007-12-11T12:35:51.587+00:00Hoje<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaA0E4G3SlO1eokh9sSxeN0xvCfa6kYJbiNBZc7lg1P7eFQ3PFVbUhSj6imhJCFT7KINrNQv3ecnNUxJrflpk32bUQXM1XfunUWu5zbO4ayr2jUYa8FfXfq44tG6Xi9-q8nnOkKeb3_17i/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142693086709225346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaA0E4G3SlO1eokh9sSxeN0xvCfa6kYJbiNBZc7lg1P7eFQ3PFVbUhSj6imhJCFT7KINrNQv3ecnNUxJrflpk32bUQXM1XfunUWu5zbO4ayr2jUYa8FfXfq44tG6Xi9-q8nnOkKeb3_17i/s400/untitled.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Hoje<br />Hoje queria ser outra<br />Que não eu<br />Hoje queria ter asas<br />E voar<br />Hoje queria viver<br />A vida que sonhei<br />Amar<br />Que nunca amei<br />Sorrir<br />Fugir<br />Hoje queria<br />Aquela cabana<br />O amor<br />E uma fogueira<br />Hoje queria<br />Ser eu<br />Sem medos, sem tabus<br />Hoje queria a liberdade </div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-27816096885029773762007-12-09T00:34:00.000+00:002007-12-09T00:38:06.105+00:00O que tiver de ser ...será<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzc1imlQlpY9rCB8JsJ0H9JkL98LmnBxtFMUrxeA9uo7YufAo9ktiqVs0LnFgnNSrWhb7BBdCs-xIxTwXobj07Y39txoFKNkGqhO-qEF-2xES19BbzO2uJr_YPNRCClwNIdUAfdxKPxp6/s1600-h/1609596.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141765949298906994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGzc1imlQlpY9rCB8JsJ0H9JkL98LmnBxtFMUrxeA9uo7YufAo9ktiqVs0LnFgnNSrWhb7BBdCs-xIxTwXobj07Y39txoFKNkGqhO-qEF-2xES19BbzO2uJr_YPNRCClwNIdUAfdxKPxp6/s400/1609596.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Deixei de lutar contra o que sinto </div><br /><div>deixei de fingir </div><br /><div>deixei de fugir</div><br /><div>entreguei-me totalmente </div><br /><div>com vontade viver </div><br /><div>sorrir </div><br /><div>e crescer </div><br /><div>nem que para isso </div><br /><div>venha a sofrer....</div><br /><div>O que tiver que ser ... olha será</div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3065348597246147272.post-48560384232465563232007-12-02T23:53:00.000+00:002007-12-02T23:55:42.035+00:00...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7W7Nls2Yt59LkCHR2q5FWc8wbLWBscF348HZ0VD7RFZI0ov34W64mZSkTsVfesK9EbUJEDB48ig_ePZVmkMKya18oeDD79x5hDKOXxyLT96vUU4E8cJVCsiPX2jJ1s8j3us_43Dr8b1hm/s1600-r/1496192.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139528189733312354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilrbnVU3hzcwAJqtHQspBAUrOCnJ98_CGdBvLJNDWivWkJUJWPcFzp3kAtA985ne5xE2He6OgaPjjyYI7WYKz9Nb_voWiuHZxPkQc1akfgyUYKQedz1I-NmECKX_203w9WKnSJDaoeO0r4/s400/1496192.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>voo </div><div>tipo passaro, voo e sonho </div><div>sonho</div><div>sonho e iludo-me </div><div>iludo-me </div><div>iludo com a magia </div><div>a magia </div><div>de te ter...</div><div> </div><div> </div>psiquehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06159153268227127854noreply@blogger.com3