tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77498171176155518322024-02-07T14:43:55.380-03:00Tempo de Uma VidaRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comBlogger401125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-55881419183491640462022-04-16T23:40:00.001-03:002022-07-18T12:27:51.004-03:00Pink Matter<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzZSH1wMyWlK6cy-HOJWJow4tqD0-meRXvSs5u7e1-PCCGqkKehiqWZc4m5G_giHoMxXLsQgJgS-iawtLxiMg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">O combustível necessário para o continuar. Adorei este balanço, adorei a batida.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Pink Matter</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Frank Ocean</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-43691034868799468762022-03-18T13:03:00.001-03:002022-03-18T13:03:16.081-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy1EJUwtnsRTfFO7ZUD977lnCbsHt_JH2NstLucRuFrhzUKgyT2brAIPJXGn84yKZqUxP-CCIkKhBnOwDuUdg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br /> “O homem é um imã e cada linha, cada ponto, cada detalhe de
sua experiência vem através de sua própria atração”.<p></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p></p>
<p class="MsoNormal">Elizabeth Towne<o:p></o:p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-84018062330008543132015-09-18T00:00:00.001-03:002022-03-19T13:17:12.876-03:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8fG8DY0eMsDOISMGCdPLwUL0x7PagmInpLJMLzDBHGfFSy2PZfbRlSGCilpx8thbXSNngxBXd61ITpbjhDyv8Awr__JvE6IoqKaGmp0Jjnh6rn1bXGKwna8AiF1-1CjkxKRKRUmZNkdv2AuneawXPEOd4_g68TPeHfWC1VCq2xPs201ejXWOvv2DQtQ=s498" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="498" height="318" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEh8fG8DY0eMsDOISMGCdPLwUL0x7PagmInpLJMLzDBHGfFSy2PZfbRlSGCilpx8thbXSNngxBXd61ITpbjhDyv8Awr__JvE6IoqKaGmp0Jjnh6rn1bXGKwna8AiF1-1CjkxKRKRUmZNkdv2AuneawXPEOd4_g68TPeHfWC1VCq2xPs201ejXWOvv2DQtQ=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">"Nenhuma oração é em
vão; o pedido pode ser recusado, mas acredito<br /></span><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">que quem o fez sempre
será recompensado com uma graça."</span></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">Robert Louis Stevenson<br />httpwitchoria.com</div><p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-9710632090153799942015-09-17T00:00:00.001-03:002022-03-19T13:12:03.940-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQvY1Zr6542QOeWpZMrZgoqdnlvlA8cSkyaYj-QIR-cJoG2vIowWK9MVO4zIZSyJ20J6s5ZXsOtnOyOtvg5_rIAqZoT6kw5x8_KVjPS8_iJRl8iV2damG1_HcusVel1hlMBIyAfCqv2gxXGNqky7WwTT5mq-FhNR8B1wnirMPDm5QOimEoCaBCo3ajXw=s588" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="588" data-original-width="577" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgQvY1Zr6542QOeWpZMrZgoqdnlvlA8cSkyaYj-QIR-cJoG2vIowWK9MVO4zIZSyJ20J6s5ZXsOtnOyOtvg5_rIAqZoT6kw5x8_KVjPS8_iJRl8iV2damG1_HcusVel1hlMBIyAfCqv2gxXGNqky7WwTT5mq-FhNR8B1wnirMPDm5QOimEoCaBCo3ajXw=s320" width="314" /></a></div><br /><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">"A glória da amizade
não é a mão estendida, nem o sorriso carinhoso,<br /><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">nem mesmo a delícia da
companhia. É a inspiração espiritual que<br /></span><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">vem quando você descobre
que alguém acredita e confia em você."</span></div><p></p>
<div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">Ralph Waldo Emerson<br />httptobyharvard.tumblr.com</div>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-42854332828803880572015-09-16T00:00:00.001-03:002022-03-19T13:08:57.372-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgH6UDgGYghZCkKQkWBQ-gLcClsszIWlBeGa3LcYr4FXVGW6OvekyLqqziciTQ04sfQDMVJQJeaoCppgpaSqgDEtuwDDzWOGKpDbE0Hyks0YPEGgfjQpg3qwlcspo-L3vBSxZiF_QQ_m0GQEPfPJ3lsA8TAgC33WVnotny27yfdvAKotfTAZPHKM5EApg=s495" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="495" data-original-width="494" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgH6UDgGYghZCkKQkWBQ-gLcClsszIWlBeGa3LcYr4FXVGW6OvekyLqqziciTQ04sfQDMVJQJeaoCppgpaSqgDEtuwDDzWOGKpDbE0Hyks0YPEGgfjQpg3qwlcspo-L3vBSxZiF_QQ_m0GQEPfPJ3lsA8TAgC33WVnotny27yfdvAKotfTAZPHKM5EApg=s320" width="319" /></a></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">“Nós não lutamos por um mundo no qual a garantia<br />para não se morrer de fome troca-se pelo risco<br />de morrer de tédio.”</div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p><div style="text-align: left;">Raoul Vaneigem<br />Ceslovas Cesnakevicius.2</div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p><p>
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não é<br /></span><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">acompanhada por um riso,<br /></span><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">pelo menos deveríamos
dizer<br /></span><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">que é falsa."</span></div>
<p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"><span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Nietzsche<o:p></o:p></span></p>httpswww.flickr.com.ja-shang tang.,.,<p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-72344531817387343592015-09-14T17:30:00.001-03:002022-03-18T13:15:24.732-03:00<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO-hwnq1yCja-bqjPxJG3eRInil4Lmu2aJUHVycSGewPMSbwZkKwAOXLxvZwMYUvvjY0yhRSgvvM9m9ThsGKPBkypzFJdxJnV61xynvNcNFEmINLEtjPTclkBA90WBZgLEZVtnKovgB9JZlrncsLGBsdmptDz_ZLNgq6sX_j22bwzDBTqeyOLMaXT7Nw=s495" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="352" data-original-width="495" height="228" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjO-hwnq1yCja-bqjPxJG3eRInil4Lmu2aJUHVycSGewPMSbwZkKwAOXLxvZwMYUvvjY0yhRSgvvM9m9ThsGKPBkypzFJdxJnV61xynvNcNFEmINLEtjPTclkBA90WBZgLEZVtnKovgB9JZlrncsLGBsdmptDz_ZLNgq6sX_j22bwzDBTqeyOLMaXT7Nw=s320" width="320" /></a></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">“Muitas pessoas levam seus cães a passear. Eu levo meus olhos a
passear.<br /></span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">E como eles gostam! Eles têm fome de ver.<br /></span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Encantam-se com tudo...”<br /></span><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><o:p> <br /></o:p></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;">Rubem Alves</span><br />
httpwitchoria.com.m</div></div><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span style="mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"><br /></span></div>
<p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-3749666730707765882015-09-12T12:40:00.001-03:002022-03-18T12:45:19.896-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="505" data-original-width="694" height="233" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEi8HkQb3m11QtY9LDBScD94R6pgiryRhfeKY_mj1vZrt4tsBOu65dYfH1gthEG7I4b2a0aW6WMB-XE32e2TKiCdv7vB17IcLykhb-5UkwSro0OZAoMWCA9cwjhyK-dYg4zngZ7LnrD4J36SXvWde2Sn8Y9K06SPfbxeOdnu1h_AbUrgZGVCdTDZ-_n_Sg=s320" width="320" /></div><p></p><div style="text-align: left;">“Iludir-se e assim sair do amor é o engano<br />mais terrível; uma perda eterna para a<br />qual não existe reparação, quer no tempo<br />ou na eternidade.”<br /><o:p> </o:p></div><p class="MsoNoSpacing" style="text-align: left;"><o:p></o:p></p>
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<div style="text-align: left;">Sören Kierkegaard<br />Nikolai Tsiskaridze trained by Galina Ulanova, Mikhail Logvinov</div><p class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p></o:p></p>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-46107484489715383842015-09-11T12:30:00.001-03:002022-03-18T12:38:35.098-03:00<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><img border="0" data-original-height="567" data-original-width="381" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEiy1s2jXgpm1Di6qZcryfceEhbZZw5bliqxFmxURxqbRlo-QcIhVFSH72auZpEWkmIqTlxWl6-h39gXwHkaxeoqsou4uSuQ7zePQIG3xkXONkvbNYsN9EejQE58OFa5GnoRUwthJTFuNOcluJ2VxQH9d3s6yEmWvAxjzw1cjr_QGxROfYSUsm7u-l-CRQ=s320" width="215" /></div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;"><span lang="pt">"Estive vagando pelo
campo em busca de respostas às coisas que não entendo...<br /> </span><span lang="pt">Essas questões e outros
estranhos fenômenos ocupam<br /> </span><span lang="pt">meu pensamento por toda
minha vida."</span></div></blockquote><p></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;">Leonardo Da Vinci</p><div style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; text-align: left;">Nenad Martic - Siren</div><blockquote style="border: none; margin: 0px 0px 0px 40px; padding: 0px; text-align: left;"><p> </p></blockquote>Rosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-341020664379278322015-09-10T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:39.269-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Que valorizemos nossos amigos mais íntimos, <br />as verdadeiras relações pra sempre."<br /><br />Martha Medeiros<br />
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"Faça o que for necessário para ser feliz. Mas não se esqueça que a<br />felicidade é um sentimento simples, você pode encontrá-la e deixá-la<br />ir embora por não perceber sua simplicidade."<br /><br />Mário Quintana<br />
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“Usar outro, como meio de satisfação e segurança,<br />não é amor. O amor nunca é segurança; o amor é<br />estado no qual não existe o desejo de estar seguro;<br />é um estado de vulnerabilidade...”<br /><br />Krishnamurti<br />
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"Las cosas brillantes siempre salen de repente,<br />como la geometría de una flor"<br /><br />Gustavo Cerati<br />www.flickr.com.John SmallRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-62815506137366378862015-09-05T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:53.377-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Beleza é o magnetismo que surge quando a luz de dentro<br />nos ilumina e se estende aos lugares e às pessoas que <br />cruzam o nosso caminho."<br /><br />Márcia de Luca<br />
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"Nada brilha mais que a vibe da tua alma<br />O bem e o amor superam tudo<br />Felicidade é um fim de tarde olhando o mar<br />E a gravidade não te impede de voar<br />Perto de toda positividade<br />A onda boa se propaga no ar."<br /><br />Forfun<br />https500px.com,romeo photoRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-53023179150529349542015-09-03T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:50.777-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Aliança<br />De alguma maneira hoje<br />Quero sempre me casar com você...<br />Para mim este amor é diferente, <br />não é de papel passado,<br />É amor de papel presente."<br />
<br />Elisa Lucinda<br />
Woman at Vanity - Louise ChamberlainRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-84844518954012224582015-09-02T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:58.016-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Aquilo que provamos quando estamos apaixonados talvez seja o<br />nosso estado normal. O amor mostra ao homem como é que ele<br />deveria ser sempre."<br />
<br />Anton Tchékhov<br />
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“Um porto alegre é melhor<br />que um porto seguro<br />para a nossa viagem<br />no escuro.”<br /><br />Caetano Veloso<br />
Ceslovas CesnakeviciusRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-82386297148734714912015-08-31T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:57.671-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Preencha o minuto em que você acha impossível perdoar <br />por 60 segundos de distanciamento."<br /><br />Rudyard Kipling<br />
Persefoni Balkou <br />
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"Amigo é aquele na frente de quem posso pensar em voz alta."<br /><br />Ralph Waldo Emerson<br />
Ceslovas CesnakeviciusRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-30498331353178652122015-08-28T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:46.261-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"O amor por uma pessoa deve<br />incluir os corvos do seu telhado."<br /><br />Provérbio chinês<br />
Ceslovas CesnakeviciusRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-76737297213250178042015-08-27T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:56.817-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"A consciência de amar e ser amado traz um conforto<br />e riquezas à vida que nada mais consegue trazer."<br />
<br />Oscar Wilde<br />
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"Quando se tem a certeza interior de que estamos no caminho certo, nada, nem ninguém, pode ser mais forte que nós mesmos. Possuímos uma força poderosa, capaz de perseverar e conseguir tudo, bastando acreditar firmemente que, mesmo difícil, jamais será impossível."<br />
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<br />Olavinho Drummond<br />
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"Viver é desenhar sem borracha."<br />
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<br />Millôr Fernandes<br />
Alessandro GottardoRosehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12295247191549940288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7749817117615551832.post-69508118194710280482015-08-24T09:00:00.000-03:002022-03-18T12:17:55.480-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"O perdão é um catalisador que cria a ambiência<br />necessária para uma nova partida,<br />para um reinício."<br />
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Martin Luther King<br />
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