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<b><span style="color: purple;"><span class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" id="fbPhotoSnowliftCaption" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">"Sim....
estou exatamente onde quero estar, fazendo o que quero fazer, vivendo o
que escolhi... não é perfeito, tem suas dificuldades, mas estou criando
o meu próprio caminho!"</span></span></span></b></div>
<br />Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-83517303089769843532013-01-13T21:07:00.001-08:002013-01-13T21:08:00.543-08:00Do "quase"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b><span style="color: #660000;"><span class="userContent">"Quase não satisfaz,não satisfaz ninguém...Quase não é,ainda não existe.É incompleto é inacabado.Não terminou, por isso é quase...Não existe quase sorte,não existe quase gol.Não existe quase morte...Só o medíocre gosta do quase,porque o medíocre é quase alguém."</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span style="color: #660000;"><span class="userContent">"Quem tem Deus no coração sabe esperar pelo tempo das coisas."</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">"Viver é fácil com os olhos fechados<br /> Sem entender tudo o que você vê<br /> Está ficando difícil de ser alguém<br /> Mas tudo funciona bem"</span></b></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-84555768587014163682012-03-29T06:42:00.000-07:002012-03-29T06:42:03.076-07:00...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>"Mergulhei no mar e não dava pé.Me apaixonei,mas não sei por quem.Sonho com alguém,que você não é.Eu me entreguei demais, eu imaginei demais e o silêncio fala mais que a traição."</b></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-5814711250221077132012-03-17T18:48:00.000-07:002012-03-17T18:48:48.627-07:00"O sonho mais valioso"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-peEV7fVaqgzeCpACNfHL1LXaYof0yKN6ygKB48qXi-MeYEBngk0BW03gA6NzU5WCtRb1J8bTeI92RmQmYfjKvKvNIfGmLw1I29bBGXU-aXRH3nCpKiwgu24MnT4BaE2HdEY-vzTzlk/s1600/pedra.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiL-peEV7fVaqgzeCpACNfHL1LXaYof0yKN6ygKB48qXi-MeYEBngk0BW03gA6NzU5WCtRb1J8bTeI92RmQmYfjKvKvNIfGmLw1I29bBGXU-aXRH3nCpKiwgu24MnT4BaE2HdEY-vzTzlk/s1600/pedra.jpeg" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="MsoTitle" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b>"O verdadeiro amor rompe o cárcere do medo, só quem ama é que conhece Deus. Tudo é superado pelo amor: o amanhã, o desconhecido, a crítica, a incompreensão, a pobreza, a doença, a morte e a punição. </b></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </div><div class="MsoTitle" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b>O amor vence todos os transtornos emocionais. Ele supera todas as crises familiares, torna ricos miseráveis, faz da vida uma linda aventura. O amor amplia o ângulo de visão dos problemas: os gigantes se tornam pequenos e as montanhas, diminutas pedras. </b></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoTitle" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b>Jamais deveremos abrir mão da vida, mesmo com todas as perdas, decepções, desencantos e frustrações. A dor deve nos inspirar a um viver vibrante. Para assim sermos felizes nesta terra. Para vivermos esta felicidade temos que conviver com o nosso passado, ainda que ele tenha sido um deserto. O desafio é irrigar esse deserto, tratar a sua acidez, aridez, e transformá-lo num jardim. O que jamais devemos fazer é nos isolarmos e ruminar as nossas culpas. Uma dose breve de sentimento de culpa pode gerar reflexão e mudança de rota, mas uma alta dose pode gerar a autodestruição. Todo sofrimento é inútil se não for usado para lapidar à personalidade e a alma. </b></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoTitle" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b>É possível superar a mais longa noite e transformá-la no mais belo amanhecer. Não há lágrimas que não possam ser estancadas, feridas que não possam ser fechadas, perdas que não possam ser enfrentadas e culpa que não possa ser superada. Os que transcendem seus traumas e seus erros tornam-se mais belos e sábios. </b></span></span></i></div><div style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"> </div><div class="MsoTitle" style="color: #274e13; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"><i><span style="font-size: small;"><span><b>Numa relação de amigos de Deus onde podemos segredá-lo no coração, podemos sentir e testemunhar que o amor corrige rotas, apazigua emoções, traz lucidez ao pensamento, rompe com qualquer estrutura, principalmente a do egoísmo. O amor, só o amor nos faz iguais mesmo sendo diferentes. Ele nos faz e fez a mesma raça, “a humana”, única pensante, escravizante e quase nunca amante. O mestre do amor vendia o mais valioso sonho, o sonho da liberdade e da felicidade. Só quem ama pode sonhar este sonho."</b></span></span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"> </div><span id="goog_1535857795"></span><span id="goog_1535857796"></span>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-22583893060223532532011-12-14T06:39:00.000-08:002011-12-14T06:39:24.567-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpfmwVWAfz_3jUjKyL85U7bu0wKKc-oWxTOEsPPXCEB-pPqYGUwSpSK6PoIqgZwaT_WJ9MkGe_ePPSRitwKq5zX4oG-mcX7kCh54_YTcqqoYig7PGnBFpiIP8I_C4uxwHDyg6YJzNdIw/s1600/uytk.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjpfmwVWAfz_3jUjKyL85U7bu0wKKc-oWxTOEsPPXCEB-pPqYGUwSpSK6PoIqgZwaT_WJ9MkGe_ePPSRitwKq5zX4oG-mcX7kCh54_YTcqqoYig7PGnBFpiIP8I_C4uxwHDyg6YJzNdIw/s1600/uytk.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><b><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}">"Não podemos medir nossa bondade pelo que não fazemos, pelo que negamos, o que resistimos e a quem excluímos; Acho que nossa bondade, é medida por aquilo que aceitamos, pelo que criamos, e por quem incluímos."</span></b>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-90600330875898445002011-12-10T22:40:00.000-08:002011-12-10T22:40:12.314-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ymte21YYHve1kqARCKi3bCu-Tyzb58OaQblxDLtIjH4iqOA2lTedCuwOssr9zhhyBroel8LjNEWXb0vWINZJwK59G0MCM2XhxHx5zUsmDPcGVlqlLrXzLJtPvEdsh5xacSMkGWmoDEo/s1600/nn.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8ymte21YYHve1kqARCKi3bCu-Tyzb58OaQblxDLtIjH4iqOA2lTedCuwOssr9zhhyBroel8LjNEWXb0vWINZJwK59G0MCM2XhxHx5zUsmDPcGVlqlLrXzLJtPvEdsh5xacSMkGWmoDEo/s1600/nn.jpeg" /></a></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-65682532503771235622011-12-10T22:38:00.000-08:002011-12-10T22:38:46.739-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgPkU5wBNhZqARYGl6fCLW0tOSCgdnB3mVpavWVshRjgW44h6-MGOdPvdZyplEpZLEshhc0RQmclHZTh4tkzDJ_WXond-uQi10EpLZrIOK8DkVR_MBgP4hKUQKNy_ZDnq8WogcpNtEbA/s1600/tiy.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBgPkU5wBNhZqARYGl6fCLW0tOSCgdnB3mVpavWVshRjgW44h6-MGOdPvdZyplEpZLEshhc0RQmclHZTh4tkzDJ_WXond-uQi10EpLZrIOK8DkVR_MBgP4hKUQKNy_ZDnq8WogcpNtEbA/s1600/tiy.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="color: #351c75; text-align: justify;"><b> "Às vezes o amor dura, mas, às vezes, fere"</b></div><div style="background-color: white; border: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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<div style="color: #38761d; text-align: center;"><b>"Não se trata pra não se entregar .Paciência não me refaz, sei que a vida pode e deve me dar alguém inteiro"</b></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-80029011626994584962011-11-10T06:10:00.000-08:002011-11-10T06:13:54.195-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wXCAMw6R-IaDiMUC9ABY5blkyvdNWvmADT6nO4faR5g4Nh3yjMPggmTW2aCQZDX7IsKHNpBivAzgwSB4EC77Q8gg7ngAmv-5nc2g03M8DsPCGrEiZ0dcDzD1kdib3iXrn0Z9V-yvWmE/s1600/fsaf.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3wXCAMw6R-IaDiMUC9ABY5blkyvdNWvmADT6nO4faR5g4Nh3yjMPggmTW2aCQZDX7IsKHNpBivAzgwSB4EC77Q8gg7ngAmv-5nc2g03M8DsPCGrEiZ0dcDzD1kdib3iXrn0Z9V-yvWmE/s1600/fsaf.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
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</div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-19285494624005018162011-11-05T22:21:00.000-07:002011-11-05T22:22:06.862-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGnAJuZVpADeQPjtFacwCYNVc-LDjVSw7HQUpL7VgWUV2AstpltoT0y6UPvBJiPyM1I3EQCz5zmNg3XmCB4tGWMN1K1LvEY2a67JXhnNxPKzEf-tAB_a-pwGHLTZ90bJQGO_m5M6vldQ/s1600/6u4u.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfGnAJuZVpADeQPjtFacwCYNVc-LDjVSw7HQUpL7VgWUV2AstpltoT0y6UPvBJiPyM1I3EQCz5zmNg3XmCB4tGWMN1K1LvEY2a67JXhnNxPKzEf-tAB_a-pwGHLTZ90bJQGO_m5M6vldQ/s1600/6u4u.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="color: #cc0000; text-align: center;"><blockquote class="tr_bq"><b><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">"Um excesso cometido de um lado não justifica que se lhe responda com um excesso ainda maior"</span></b></blockquote></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-90728150348041254882011-11-05T22:16:00.000-07:002011-11-05T22:16:43.368-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtO86FEXupTsFaH_HgFbFz1I3ybUhChKMuKxRa2Rf4ZsMXF7MtAXnwj_Uotchh97KcmYYEB8TGRBXCRz6kxS_WH1YvheC8FDNUorGGY2P_9W1JRagbfkVBVNLwTuF1N5vglERnNxbkaM/s1600/tr.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrtO86FEXupTsFaH_HgFbFz1I3ybUhChKMuKxRa2Rf4ZsMXF7MtAXnwj_Uotchh97KcmYYEB8TGRBXCRz6kxS_WH1YvheC8FDNUorGGY2P_9W1JRagbfkVBVNLwTuF1N5vglERnNxbkaM/s1600/tr.jpeg" /></a><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}"> </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; color: #e06666; text-align: center;"><b><span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" data-ft="{"type":3}">Há gente de crer - e de fazer. E, nesse fazer, faz-nos crer. Fizesse-nos também fazer"</span></b></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-44949340844690112612011-11-05T22:07:00.000-07:002011-11-05T22:07:21.729-07:00"Nunca confiar demais"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuVkPScZKrp0Q3-Y3zcZu06U-s-Tzc-zkQbutb2K5LNXpc_IpMkKpmRWrPYzB2IypqzroPheuncM0V3qAwSkglnsBeMWty8Dnv_7UUN4xRCUOVwINV9yGuEH5JrWatgssPYVIOjxxHso/s1600/p0i.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifuVkPScZKrp0Q3-Y3zcZu06U-s-Tzc-zkQbutb2K5LNXpc_IpMkKpmRWrPYzB2IypqzroPheuncM0V3qAwSkglnsBeMWty8Dnv_7UUN4xRCUOVwINV9yGuEH5JrWatgssPYVIOjxxHso/s1600/p0i.jpeg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJQ82VuT3_WVLSx5rG77inOhcsUtzWBBQL1zrC_i2228vAY8yPm-_xjrOza_XKX3arRWQWa_2Xzugqvv0eHZyXgMXHELLYgBYnllYnQWiud7gA4V7rIGAW63MhQ86L7-ZTBLhIWgACF44/s1600/%25C2%25B4trhr.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br />
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<div style="color: black;"><b>(Legião Urbana)</b></div>Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-32271162480339607992011-09-04T13:16:00.000-07:002011-09-04T13:17:03.971-07:00<blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQbGje3HFQWOi2y541Jqy7n-sRORKYgdCuVM_2bzqpeUGrRP1pjkas9fUFoWxPUxtjhCtKUHLzhIwKQeZfcGShfD6ZdzGSZHAigVzmA6YV4GoG9F-TcSMa13VsF8hVHpm_Zeza0lj6Yw/s1600/5.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjeQbGje3HFQWOi2y541Jqy7n-sRORKYgdCuVM_2bzqpeUGrRP1pjkas9fUFoWxPUxtjhCtKUHLzhIwKQeZfcGShfD6ZdzGSZHAigVzmA6YV4GoG9F-TcSMa13VsF8hVHpm_Zeza0lj6Yw/s1600/5.jpeg" /></a><blockquote style="background-color: black;"><b>"Adoro saber quando não procuro saber"</b></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote> <br />
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Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-76109333252784217732011-08-30T20:01:00.000-07:002011-08-30T20:05:08.545-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="color: #741b47; text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><blockquote><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEjBAOgOOe_f22_vGq21XUjq1OOiMVsEhHcK8cjbmEtzk3_fySJglQmyoJeyuhL9ous5vn_VYogjiAfswcFfpFarI8FmaVnmmvzV4iCTKFfBgoadq1GdiIgSMg7hR6fHgtLemM_r0frk/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOEjBAOgOOe_f22_vGq21XUjq1OOiMVsEhHcK8cjbmEtzk3_fySJglQmyoJeyuhL9ous5vn_VYogjiAfswcFfpFarI8FmaVnmmvzV4iCTKFfBgoadq1GdiIgSMg7hR6fHgtLemM_r0frk/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" /></a></div></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></blockquote></div><b>"Há quem não veja a onda onde ela está e nada contra o rio.Todas as formas de se controlar alguém só trazem um amor vazio"</b></div><br />
Gabrielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11861979064118699437noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1254280206508615737.post-896583540621688402011-08-30T19:47:00.000-07:002011-08-30T19:47:29.546-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQTEg6258OlJEyEd5Nes0FNbEgmH0R0GjD-EcT1yJCBpYjAvawZqbMuxce0UrX-YIztg0OZoZ_zQQz5ZcOrF0qDtXfXrhcEp3_f3fKsebq4MZfDMOS5pW6LNvuQ5YmRxVbbMuNDWiG1Y/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtQTEg6258OlJEyEd5Nes0FNbEgmH0R0GjD-EcT1yJCBpYjAvawZqbMuxce0UrX-YIztg0OZoZ_zQQz5ZcOrF0qDtXfXrhcEp3_f3fKsebq4MZfDMOS5pW6LNvuQ5YmRxVbbMuNDWiG1Y/s1600/%25C3%258Dndice.jpeg" /></a></div><br />
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