tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-78163645507082068082024-03-05T16:55:04.302-08:00Peace and loveGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-68003256870621239012011-06-07T11:14:00.000-07:002011-06-07T11:14:25.065-07:00O amor?O amor se baseia em fatos<br />
E se divide em episódio<br />
Fazendo o coração enxergar<br />
E falar no lugar dos olhos<br />
<br />
Queria ter um amor<br />
Para eu ter em quem pensar<br />
Dedicar todo o meu dia<br />
E pelos sonhos viajar<br />
<br />
Ir sem rumo e sem destino<br />
Criar uma história de amor<br />
Aonde eu seja o protagonista<br />
Deste sonho encantadorGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-29945592366844226812011-04-10T18:36:00.000-07:002011-04-10T18:36:52.378-07:00Um sonho unido<span style="color: black;">O meu maior sonho<br />
Era poder mudar o mundo</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Ajudar todas as pessoas</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Eu vou mergulhar fundo</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Esse meu sonho legal</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Que inclui à todos</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVZpVNxccQCD5MWp8wKa5QdZXW1xypWhAhaqTgRMCXUjl6Rk_hBKNMQDl6b9NimI0lvo2Hwcb-1ff32zD2czGbNA9bKW35guHo5NacXGM1t1yIi8OduKy6yFhpcE0PpGbIZlnLG3uM7TE/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span style="color: black;"><img border="0" closure_uid_puj7dx="138" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeVZpVNxccQCD5MWp8wKa5QdZXW1xypWhAhaqTgRMCXUjl6Rk_hBKNMQDl6b9NimI0lvo2Hwcb-1ff32zD2czGbNA9bKW35guHo5NacXGM1t1yIi8OduKy6yFhpcE0PpGbIZlnLG3uM7TE/s1600/untitled.bmp" /></span></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;">Salva os bichos, o planeta,</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;">Salva todo o nosso povo</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;">Faz com que todos tenham</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;">Água, abrigo e comida na mesa</span></div><span style="color: black;">E que todos os animais</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: black;">Sejam tratados com gentileza</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><span style="color: black;">Torna a Terra um paraíso</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">A natureza o nosso vício</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Faz todos se amarem</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Se unirem e se abraçarem</span><br />
<br />
<span style="color: black;">Mas para esse sonho ser real</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Não basta ser um sonho só meu</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Precisa da ajuda de todos</span><br />
<span style="color: black;">Unidos, vocês e eu</span>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-42996070810311092952011-03-27T12:08:00.001-07:002011-03-27T12:08:14.434-07:00Vôar<span style="font-family: inherit;">Queria ser um passarinho</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Pra tuas curvas percorrer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Ver teu brilho deslumbrante </span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Em um belo amanheçer</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Voar sem rumo e sem destino</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Em sua linda cor azul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Esqueçer todos os problemas</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Viajar do norte ao sul</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Viajar num dia inteiro</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sem saber aonde ir</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E quando chegar a noite</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Abaixar vôo e dormir</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Acordar num novo dia</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Em um belo amanheçer</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Viajar no teu azul</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">E os problemas esqueçer</span>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-47633945037602807182011-03-03T06:00:00.000-08:002011-03-03T06:00:42.632-08:00O que será?<div style="text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: left;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37axXHIacQJH7KJ08HKY3MeMp9NWKfva2WHEzo8OR89IES5YJP0W6CCDwWExbQqluWS5wmaDZx9VmDrkevLvWUxI7ppVx0uZGb-d_RAbgO8wvUI0q5S3ddkYhrTrRICRX1z0VPb4YRTro/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: left;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj37axXHIacQJH7KJ08HKY3MeMp9NWKfva2WHEzo8OR89IES5YJP0W6CCDwWExbQqluWS5wmaDZx9VmDrkevLvWUxI7ppVx0uZGb-d_RAbgO8wvUI0q5S3ddkYhrTrRICRX1z0VPb4YRTro/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9_m.jpg" /></a>Eu não sei o que é amor</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Também não sei o que é paixão</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Eu só sei que um dos dois</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Habita o meu coração</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;"><br />
</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Eu não sei o que dói mais</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Se é a perda ou a saudade</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Minha cabeça está confusa</div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: justify;">Já não sei mas a verdade</div>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-44188079172901820492011-02-26T16:44:00.000-08:002011-02-26T16:45:29.858-08:00Será<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67XU8Exatoqj1esBzwOTAIybfDCrk6S0cmkcczfAApLL6Z-algN38KcGIjc-KXxM0u418cxIRIMLLCtmabEu6YjBAdJrP4_mermsZuFQUBfWKuPKFcA5L4WSgpDVF4RZ7sGtLz6eKhp08/s1600/images+%252816%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><i><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh67XU8Exatoqj1esBzwOTAIybfDCrk6S0cmkcczfAApLL6Z-algN38KcGIjc-KXxM0u418cxIRIMLLCtmabEu6YjBAdJrP4_mermsZuFQUBfWKuPKFcA5L4WSgpDVF4RZ7sGtLz6eKhp08/s1600/images+%252816%2529.jpg" /></i></a></div><i>Um sorriso estampado</i><br />
<i>Mas por dentro só feridas</i><br />
<i>Uma alma machucada</i><br />
<i>Que se diz extrovertida</i><br />
<i>Uma pessoa muito nova</i><br />
<i>Que tem muito pra aprender</i><br />
<i>Mas que nunca realmente foi</i><br />
<i>Como era pra ser</i><br />
<i>Sempre pensou diferente</i><br />
<i>Sempre quis descobrir</i><br />
<i>Sempre foi especial</i><br />
<i>Mas apenas para si</i>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-8572974345127713662011-02-26T16:38:00.000-08:002011-02-26T16:38:42.068-08:00Será que sou diferente?Por que será que ninguém me entende?<br />
Será que alguém gosta de mim?<br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDbJkrwrpH7RtigdsE3SOyPMhNXTtz2OhN-Ux59e0TNBshFodzEFBD7bnx2nIm-VDfckt_wK-Q2gjbUCUrQOjpPpaDxVlWCMHbUZxNrQioJnJSd9-skq03iu9RfpYoXMkm-mjbFOhCkOO/s1600/tumblr_lgzb4umIqd1qgphv3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFDbJkrwrpH7RtigdsE3SOyPMhNXTtz2OhN-Ux59e0TNBshFodzEFBD7bnx2nIm-VDfckt_wK-Q2gjbUCUrQOjpPpaDxVlWCMHbUZxNrQioJnJSd9-skq03iu9RfpYoXMkm-mjbFOhCkOO/s320/tumblr_lgzb4umIqd1qgphv3.jpg" width="320" /></a>Ou será tudo falsidade?<br />
Um dia terão que admitir<br />
<br />
Queria ser igual aos outros<br />
Ter amigos, conversar<br />
Ir ao shopping, ao cinema<br />
Sentimentos compartilhar<br />
<br />
Será que ou outros são bobos<br />
Por nunca me entenderem?<br />
Ou será que eu sou diferente?<br />
Não dou pra ser amigo deles...Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-84612218308260649712011-02-26T16:26:00.000-08:002011-02-26T16:27:30.031-08:00Existem?<b><i style="background-color: white;"><span></span><br />
</i></b><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbjR8I46D3paIoW9LTCOrrF6hT-XI6LWNKiG7-sLUOvs8I5rMrcFgl-lKV7-cBioUJlFW5nRXFLmN_CdT4FisQhD4CIRv-eXmp0zPaoBH3zTp3g3yLZcmeYEB6DU9vB4MVWWs6uBE4bki/s1600/4277977801_2159cefe56_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><b><i style="background-color: white;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJbjR8I46D3paIoW9LTCOrrF6hT-XI6LWNKiG7-sLUOvs8I5rMrcFgl-lKV7-cBioUJlFW5nRXFLmN_CdT4FisQhD4CIRv-eXmp0zPaoBH3zTp3g3yLZcmeYEB6DU9vB4MVWWs6uBE4bki/s320/4277977801_2159cefe56_m.jpg" width="320" /></i></b></a></div><b><i style="background-color: white;">Será isso verdade?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Ou será mera brincadeira?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Amigos realmente existem?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Ou isso é pura besteira?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Será que terei um algum dia</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Com que eu possa desabafar?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Algum amigo bem sincero</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">E que possa me abraçar?</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Alguém que me peça conselhos</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">E que também possa me ajudar</i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">Alguém que sempre me apóie </i></b><br />
<b><i style="background-color: white;">E nunca me deixe falhar?</i></b>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-92136181730326565882011-02-25T18:52:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:52:27.983-08:00A palavra mágica<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Alguns dizem que abracadabra</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Z3W75VnEOObijIWdC-TLSlj8u5EEWP6Ka02lvDxrE6GAdMzTpiT_Zmaxntp742Q8Y85xa3NH6KNCPy-VgTZ9pXgEUlCw76Usjt7rsThbq_zsMA1TGkX6a3jRlDOjp7XAzFMrW6N74CZz/s1600/images+%252814%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Z3W75VnEOObijIWdC-TLSlj8u5EEWP6Ka02lvDxrE6GAdMzTpiT_Zmaxntp742Q8Y85xa3NH6KNCPy-VgTZ9pXgEUlCw76Usjt7rsThbq_zsMA1TGkX6a3jRlDOjp7XAzFMrW6N74CZz/s1600/images+%252814%2529.jpg" /></span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">É uma palavra mágica</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Outros dizem que a verdadeira</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">É sim salabim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem quem diga que essas coisas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">são superstições</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mas a minha palavra mágica</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Todos irão descobrir</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Um nomezinho que realmente</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem um imenso poder</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A palavra mágica é MÃE</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que amamos pra valer</span>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-2827646346873293282011-02-25T18:44:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:44:36.397-08:00Perdão<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Foi sem querer</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Foi sem pensar</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBPy6CZj4iPmi0OqQg7vvFB7INTKxJS78hRAS8_W2gwl4_0qqxNOGryShFYk5DtsLOByrif3TIAHOpB0XNt18wD5WHYvch39OE5KtLFTtky05RAcLK2q-SmNBSu35uZhZIe3Lc64zOpUV/s1600/images+%252813%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLBPy6CZj4iPmi0OqQg7vvFB7INTKxJS78hRAS8_W2gwl4_0qqxNOGryShFYk5DtsLOByrif3TIAHOpB0XNt18wD5WHYvch39OE5KtLFTtky05RAcLK2q-SmNBSu35uZhZIe3Lc64zOpUV/s1600/images+%252813%2529.jpg" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tenho uma coisa no peito</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E preciso lhe falar</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eu nunca tive a intenção</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">De um dia te magoar</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que só quero que você saiba</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que eu nasci para te amar</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mas o meu amor foi cego</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E não soube esperar</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Eu não tive a paciência</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">De ver o tempo passar</span>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-54767489111833724202011-02-25T18:39:00.001-08:002011-02-25T18:39:56.069-08:00O nosso amor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNpJGS44G1aILNSmX0NUPJJ_nWDF8Wpy1i1aBcR1UpGoF_j3iVdhDNdYDacN1_6y30ySr6t_v1hlrkz9pBGpzeT7kpVwem742FENfvaQF-zb585c8_5BnLntSwFTtfejO0B2TyDSUNFIT/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9_m.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHNpJGS44G1aILNSmX0NUPJJ_nWDF8Wpy1i1aBcR1UpGoF_j3iVdhDNdYDacN1_6y30ySr6t_v1hlrkz9pBGpzeT7kpVwem742FENfvaQF-zb585c8_5BnLntSwFTtfejO0B2TyDSUNFIT/s1600/4396877916_51590734b9_m.jpg" /></a></div>Meu amor por você abre fronteiras<br />
Meu amor por você destrói barreiras<br />
Sem você eu não sou nada<br />
Meu coração despedaça<br />
<br />
A pessoa a quem dedico<br />
Essa simples poesia<br />
Mudou muito a minha vida<br />
E me trouxe alegriaGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-37919253387837337862011-02-25T18:36:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:36:57.469-08:00Amor entre distancias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttsiyE7U14OYzIrZpNWUfJ0l5MibebC-4leiVoR-Pu8tjGABNdcNnjRbYSz4pJU1WFE057hBBnh-fllRF8h15rOrY5x62_XbkAcNRIhG0iiVDKsrb-HpPcSaZ83AOFlITxPJB_RVmPMxU/s1600/images+%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhttsiyE7U14OYzIrZpNWUfJ0l5MibebC-4leiVoR-Pu8tjGABNdcNnjRbYSz4pJU1WFE057hBBnh-fllRF8h15rOrY5x62_XbkAcNRIhG0iiVDKsrb-HpPcSaZ83AOFlITxPJB_RVmPMxU/s1600/images+%252812%2529.jpg" /></a></div>Para o amor entre distancias<br />
A solução é internet<br />
Beijinhos pela webcam<br />
Até que um dia se conhecemGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-75661166549822086992011-02-25T18:33:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:33:20.433-08:00Amor x Paixão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg0NJXaqkDCMOiQLhUcDskPE0eM_ldKubnKlVoziVPeL3eGeqjiRnzyi3beOIMyuXXb1f1sgAiT7OWxMk5HomJEt_ZOtSo-I7-iZYx_zThnyJh8yzOZBw30iOauoKDqOCyQw7NjJXUxna/s1600/images+%252811%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYg0NJXaqkDCMOiQLhUcDskPE0eM_ldKubnKlVoziVPeL3eGeqjiRnzyi3beOIMyuXXb1f1sgAiT7OWxMk5HomJEt_ZOtSo-I7-iZYx_zThnyJh8yzOZBw30iOauoKDqOCyQw7NjJXUxna/s1600/images+%252811%2529.jpg" /></a></div>O amor vem lá de dentro<br />
A paixão é só desejo<br />
O amor ande no peito<br />
Quando se ganha um beijo<br />
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A paixão é um sentimento frio<br />
O amor é um sentimento quente<br />
A paixão não é eterna<br />
Dentro do ♥ da gente<br />
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Amor é pra vida toda<br />
A paixão é passageira<br />
Quem já teve um amor<br />
Vai ser feliz pra vida inteiraGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-4772943351506568812011-02-25T18:28:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:28:08.184-08:00HumildadeGente rica é coisa séria<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnuC9q7t7ZmExE5GzObks59DstjznuKTotBGP2wm0JTXuwsfrlS9WYl3ddqB_3lC9uuUMeWEwD1zLopX_5uqPctkqL2bxZk9-tkN9xXEyKVNcsauU3hMom6oGhKJu1fCKsra6CwvD4_qX/s1600/images+%25289%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAnuC9q7t7ZmExE5GzObks59DstjznuKTotBGP2wm0JTXuwsfrlS9WYl3ddqB_3lC9uuUMeWEwD1zLopX_5uqPctkqL2bxZk9-tkN9xXEyKVNcsauU3hMom6oGhKJu1fCKsra6CwvD4_qX/s1600/images+%25289%2529.jpg" /></a></div>Acha que é dona do mundo<br />
Acha que é o melhor<br />
E deixa os outros no fundo<br />
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Acha que é diamante<br />
Prata, ouro e até rubi<br />
Pra eles o importante é dinheiro<br />
E em cama de luxo quer dormir<br />
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E o final dessa história<br />
Acho que todos já sabem<br />
Se rico é muito bom<br />
Mas tem que ter humildadeGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-40046014284864032542011-02-25T18:23:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:23:06.403-08:00Carnaval<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56h6vmKLrwI1JeHkff2zVygM5vrfG5y5dMmzoQUnub8H6K4gt8Pso-czXkVfhFKC4PdBM0d5aKs-veVltWyCWzdnuapc91vJ_NzQdXB-Jtb3VAHaEXMEKOZjovNJsWtg1uUL152vl5TrT/s1600/images+%25288%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj56h6vmKLrwI1JeHkff2zVygM5vrfG5y5dMmzoQUnub8H6K4gt8Pso-czXkVfhFKC4PdBM0d5aKs-veVltWyCWzdnuapc91vJ_NzQdXB-Jtb3VAHaEXMEKOZjovNJsWtg1uUL152vl5TrT/s1600/images+%25288%2529.jpg" /></a><br />
No carnaval ninguém é de ninguém<br />
Gente pulando pra lá e pra cá<br />
No carnaval ninguém para de brincar<br />
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No carnaval tem cantor de todo tipo<br />
Desde Ivete Sangalo<br />
Até o Sr. Manuelito<br />
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O carnaval é uma festa bem legal<br />
Uma festa divertida<br />
Que sai até no jornalGabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7816364550708206808.post-69548596950001919932011-02-25T18:16:00.000-08:002011-02-25T18:16:32.264-08:00O amor ♥<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;">O amor ♥ </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDj_U4oOiJlQ7XFGWLWqnB6CYRy3V2AWdycgAED6UJTKfEnZiBcyNHiFYriI9wW_SioG5Yr7jorEpr4cQA_YPgq59RPX_UONIa2Td4Dvm951KKGdgViZsWREweEMNJS-YEBlst59TAAe74/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDj_U4oOiJlQ7XFGWLWqnB6CYRy3V2AWdycgAED6UJTKfEnZiBcyNHiFYriI9wW_SioG5Yr7jorEpr4cQA_YPgq59RPX_UONIa2Td4Dvm951KKGdgViZsWREweEMNJS-YEBlst59TAAe74/s1600/images.jpg" /></a></div><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O amor é coisa séria</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas também é brincadeira</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O amor de vez em quando</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Até parece besteira</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O amor é coisa eterna</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mas também se faz piada</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">O amor cura a dor</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">De quando cai uma lágrima</span>Gabriela Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17877035193795743735noreply@blogger.com0