tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74735078330380462312012-02-06T14:32:58.063-08:00Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.comBlogger5961100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-62859186823030181692012-01-12T18:48:00.000-08:002012-01-12T18:48:35.328-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL4H43XQZeQ/Tw-bRu7-zUI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/cyOwINuzhSI/s1600/406758_312650268775045_311488065557932_944604_240972235_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fL4H43XQZeQ/Tw-bRu7-zUI/AAAAAAAAFGQ/cyOwINuzhSI/s1600/406758_312650268775045_311488065557932_944604_240972235_n.jpg" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E o que tiver que ser, será! Se não, a gente inventa.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6285918682303018169?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-16156386341229962452011-12-07T14:07:00.000-08:002011-12-07T14:08:36.333-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfScyOr4ONs/Tt_jfVP56nI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/eB8iU-ktlsk/s1600/e5c8e22dab8a650d7a562f57b09d3153c44c3e53.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PfScyOr4ONs/Tt_jfVP56nI/AAAAAAAAFDQ/eB8iU-ktlsk/s320/e5c8e22dab8a650d7a562f57b09d3153c44c3e53.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mas, a verdade seja dita, você somente se afasta&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Do que não é para ser um <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace; font-size: large;"><i>amontoado</i></span> pelos dias.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1615638634122996245?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-89996548867510543142011-12-01T17:39:00.000-08:002011-12-01T17:39:22.756-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76wplwZFa3o/TtgsGIxB-PI/AAAAAAAAFAg/k1dIkEA4rWw/s1600/teu+perfume.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-76wplwZFa3o/TtgsGIxB-PI/AAAAAAAAFAg/k1dIkEA4rWw/s320/teu+perfume.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Perfume. Sentido. Ar. Amor. Amar.</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8999654886751054314?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-47009848273819970522011-10-28T16:58:00.000-07:002011-10-28T16:58:23.870-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtp5ic9WAg4/TqtBbzNIQCI/AAAAAAAAE-4/eVwKqOF6pJc/s1600/PaulaCahenDanvers_ss2011_RenataSozzi_14-500x388_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="248" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Xtp5ic9WAg4/TqtBbzNIQCI/AAAAAAAAE-4/eVwKqOF6pJc/s320/PaulaCahenDanvers_ss2011_RenataSozzi_14-500x388_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Eu me acostumei a costurar os sentidos dos outros&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E deixei os meus, aos retalhos."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4700984827381997052?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-53193367113749072332011-10-13T19:24:00.000-07:002011-10-13T19:24:23.766-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-WzHex270U/Tpec-3tltgI/AAAAAAAAE8o/zFjhtDfbMBc/s1600/images.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="203" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-L-WzHex270U/Tpec-3tltgI/AAAAAAAAE8o/zFjhtDfbMBc/s320/images.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Venha correndo, abraça-me com teu laço sincero de amor!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>&nbsp;Eu te preciso!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5319336711374907233?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-76233579373112727512011-09-30T13:10:00.000-07:002011-09-30T13:11:16.994-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw-kAJSTCEc/ToYh9YAsGrI/AAAAAAAAE78/Aq2Q0XEMmPs/s1600/tumblr_loyz2oBL5Z1qbhyf6o1_1280_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vw-kAJSTCEc/ToYh9YAsGrI/AAAAAAAAE78/Aq2Q0XEMmPs/s320/tumblr_loyz2oBL5Z1qbhyf6o1_1280_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Tens tamanho aconchego que encanta!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Um dia nos encontraremos e seremos encontro!..."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7623357937311272751?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-50683948544599940242011-09-27T10:39:00.000-07:002011-09-27T10:39:12.478-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLJeQ759x-Y/ToIJ_l13e0I/AAAAAAAAE7w/CKWDRyAs_oU/s1600/281550_224048604297897_211925992176825_562399_4870078_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="238" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cLJeQ759x-Y/ToIJ_l13e0I/AAAAAAAAE7w/CKWDRyAs_oU/s320/281550_224048604297897_211925992176825_562399_4870078_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Eu quero pensar, pensar e pensar, até os pensamentos de mim tomarem força&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E saírem por ai, dispostos a encontrar outros lindos pensamentos.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5068394854459994024?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-31339184541544938622011-09-12T17:08:00.000-07:002011-09-12T17:08:55.292-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxDe8ikJWGY/Tm6d5vyxoPI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/Lr5yw9Csj5w/s1600/4154477436_65a25665c1_z_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="260" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UxDe8ikJWGY/Tm6d5vyxoPI/AAAAAAAAE7Q/Lr5yw9Csj5w/s320/4154477436_65a25665c1_z_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"É pelos desejos, que me senti a vontade,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Me senti sua, frente aos nossos doces beijos.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3133918454154493862?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-67786389998250137682011-09-11T17:49:00.000-07:002011-09-11T17:49:41.743-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n391Y9i1Eo8/Tm1WIDRrerI/AAAAAAAAE7E/w1djFjtCCSg/s1600/mulher_tomando_banho.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="254" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-n391Y9i1Eo8/Tm1WIDRrerI/AAAAAAAAE7E/w1djFjtCCSg/s320/mulher_tomando_banho.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><b>"Preciso de um banho, que não só me lave o corpo,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mais a alma e os pensamentos.."</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Sentimentalidades</b><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6778638999825013768?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-17811064067963030562011-09-01T17:47:00.000-07:002011-09-01T17:47:58.373-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZr3yp0ssKA/TmAnNLKMz2I/AAAAAAAAE6k/_XcI_psVsdE/s1600/mulher-indiana-de-belos-olhos-c5b72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KZr3yp0ssKA/TmAnNLKMz2I/AAAAAAAAE6k/_XcI_psVsdE/s320/mulher-indiana-de-belos-olhos-c5b72.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O morno não me atrai; gosto de abraços apertados, cheiros doces,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Bem doces, sorrisos abertos, aquecidos à temperatura ideal!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b><br /><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1781106406796303056?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-80773083811861339752011-08-29T15:06:00.000-07:002011-08-29T15:06:55.350-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4axhgePgks/TlwNUAI8YtI/AAAAAAAAE6M/KsQDWtzejNc/s1600/tired.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-F4axhgePgks/TlwNUAI8YtI/AAAAAAAAE6M/KsQDWtzejNc/s1600/tired.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Por que não há como esconder</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O meu bem-querer-bem por você!"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8077308381186133975?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-36272688475678844122011-08-25T18:04:00.000-07:002011-08-25T18:36:04.373-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiyDARHiXvY/TlbwqxQbI7I/AAAAAAAAE54/yvmCvtD10to/s1600/mulher-entardecer-5da91.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xiyDARHiXvY/TlbwqxQbI7I/AAAAAAAAE54/yvmCvtD10to/s320/mulher-entardecer-5da91.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Envio um papel simples e nele está escrito:</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"_ Estou com você!.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3627268847567884412?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-31858973214652973552011-08-25T17:09:00.000-07:002011-08-25T17:10:57.711-07:00<b>Cansa falar de amor</b><br /><b>Pois do amor vem a solidão</b><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwjKjcxapPk/Tlbj6vdhBVI/AAAAAAAAE50/6saJddk2IBE/s1600/pena+menor+corrigida.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><b><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KwjKjcxapPk/Tlbj6vdhBVI/AAAAAAAAE50/6saJddk2IBE/s320/pena+menor+corrigida.JPG" width="320" /></b></a></div><b>E na alma que invade</b><br /><b>Sem intenção do não</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>As palavras se entrelaçam</b><br /><b>Formam nós inseparáveis</b><br /><b>Embaraçados em nossas vidas</b><br /><b>Cegos para não desatar</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>E cansa falar de amor</b><br /><b>A poesia quer se calar</b><br /><b>Por que a imensidão não escapa</b><br /><b>Dos versos a dedilhar</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Não há mais ou menos</b><br /><b>Dúvidas ou conselhos</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Com outros sentidos os espaços preencher</b><br /><b>Por isso é preciso rever..</b><br /><b><br /></b><br /><b>Sentimentalidades</b><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3185897321465297355?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-41488239162529108962011-08-23T16:24:00.000-07:002011-08-23T16:24:08.916-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kio-bGwt-14/TlQ1Q-98xfI/AAAAAAAAE5k/BQO_UWaaDQg/s1600/tumblr_l8oct9EgZg1qcapg4o1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-kio-bGwt-14/TlQ1Q-98xfI/AAAAAAAAE5k/BQO_UWaaDQg/s320/tumblr_l8oct9EgZg1qcapg4o1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Repense, reveja, reconsidere, reavalie</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Recomponha, renove, surja!&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4148823916252910896?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-44640672667431462362011-08-20T19:26:00.000-07:002011-08-20T19:26:55.446-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rov02-ofgwo/TlBssQf_wTI/AAAAAAAAE5c/QJwJXdh_HWw/s1600/Mulher+e+a+bebida.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="319" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rov02-ofgwo/TlBssQf_wTI/AAAAAAAAE5c/QJwJXdh_HWw/s320/Mulher+e+a+bebida.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Um gole de amor&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Com uma pitada de sumo de estrelas cadentes.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4464067266743146236?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-6660471123829574332011-08-17T18:27:00.000-07:002011-08-17T18:27:37.763-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APxjeXnlwRY/TkxqTbH-gDI/AAAAAAAAE5U/TQNaA9jB_Fc/s1600/tumblr_lork4wNJMF1r044m7o1_250_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-APxjeXnlwRY/TkxqTbH-gDI/AAAAAAAAE5U/TQNaA9jB_Fc/s1600/tumblr_lork4wNJMF1r044m7o1_250_large.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Quando eu me entendi,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O mundo inteiro me respeitou!"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-666047112382957433?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-83525601235359163772011-08-15T17:24:00.000-07:002011-08-15T17:24:51.518-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjPX0Lze7fc/Tkm4MjrX9bI/AAAAAAAAE5E/gvOeLJt0B_M/s1600/AMOR_LUA%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="245" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SjPX0Lze7fc/Tkm4MjrX9bI/AAAAAAAAE5E/gvOeLJt0B_M/s320/AMOR_LUA%255B1%255D.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>À Luz da Lua</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A Saudade de ti aqui reclama!</b></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8352560123535916377?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-24427967516696439182011-08-12T17:33:00.000-07:002011-08-12T17:33:30.063-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9evX_j1i8o/TkXF6u6xPtI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/p4SZgmba6i4/s1600/n4e36c6e084a06_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-H9evX_j1i8o/TkXF6u6xPtI/AAAAAAAAE2Y/p4SZgmba6i4/s320/n4e36c6e084a06_large.jpg" width="289" /></a></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Somos movidos pelo que nos abastece,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Pelo que nos faz crescer.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2442796751669643918?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-68220608843230512212011-07-31T14:08:00.000-07:002011-07-31T14:08:34.553-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaD92xELQ_U/TjXEE2GDZeI/AAAAAAAAE0I/Ev9Zcwnx8_E/s1600/tumblr_ljj7amWsiy1qf3xego1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DaD92xELQ_U/TjXEE2GDZeI/AAAAAAAAE0I/Ev9Zcwnx8_E/s320/tumblr_ljj7amWsiy1qf3xego1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><b>A poesia feminina é uma canção que entra pelos poros&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E sai pelo sorriso do olhar!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6822060884323051221?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-56573137982409453682011-07-27T06:48:00.000-07:002011-07-27T15:37:41.834-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpx6HbDSjeU/TjAW2nAEcdI/AAAAAAAAEzo/NHofOx5StZw/s1600/Imagem+4507285.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Vpx6HbDSjeU/TjAW2nAEcdI/AAAAAAAAEzo/NHofOx5StZw/s320/Imagem+4507285.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: right;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Te amar é como olhar a mais perfeita harmonia da natureza</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Entender seus ciclos, como a beleza de uma linda flor</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>É vencer as incertezas, correr em busca das verdades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Se entregar ao cântico do abraço, em mais envolto laço</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>De esplendor</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Te amar é sentir&nbsp;aconchegante&nbsp;em um só suspiro</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Perder as vezes o respirar em um beijo de amor</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentir o coração bater mais forte</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Saber que você está ali, do meu lado a me permitir</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Te amar..</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: right;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; Sentimentalidades &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;</b><b><i>1 ano de amor...</i></b></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5657313798240945368?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-58003988063342306072011-07-22T15:14:00.000-07:002011-07-22T15:14:13.457-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSp5PLL2RCo/Tin1Yl6bdEI/AAAAAAAAEyk/Uf6y7KBP1lM/s1600/tumblr_loi3v0IJ8N1qc52apo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WSp5PLL2RCo/Tin1Yl6bdEI/AAAAAAAAEyk/Uf6y7KBP1lM/s320/tumblr_loi3v0IJ8N1qc52apo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Faça parte do meu olhar, banhe-se com o meu sorriso&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E me ame, unicamente, me ame!"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5800398806334230607?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-67590146055459041962011-07-20T14:17:00.000-07:002011-07-20T14:17:14.074-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTmPjOu_Vpg/TidFbrK_0wI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/A_H0nCFDq00/s1600/Mc8TogOlOL3NEmVkAA_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oTmPjOu_Vpg/TidFbrK_0wI/AAAAAAAAEyQ/A_H0nCFDq00/s320/Mc8TogOlOL3NEmVkAA_large.jpg" width="224" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Na verdade&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sempre nos tivemos próximas&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Mesmo tão distantes</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Com tantas histórias</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tantas memórias&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Tantos rabiscos por um triz&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E algum dia nos encontraremos&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Experientes, felizes&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E quantos momentos se foram&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Lembranças estrondam os ouvidos&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>A certeza, essa sempre estará</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Presente dentro de nós&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Faremos o sonho da vida&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Ter valido a pena, viveremos&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Nessas corridas contra o tempo&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>E guardaremos uma amizade sem fim..</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6759014605545904196?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-30142635501270550652011-07-18T15:41:00.000-07:002011-07-18T15:41:49.915-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIjL5AcbOeo/TiS2kuoF3uI/AAAAAAAAEyM/yKzTHw1LM8A/s1600/tumblr_lnrzsmkZ8o1qalycro1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="179" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KIjL5AcbOeo/TiS2kuoF3uI/AAAAAAAAEyM/yKzTHw1LM8A/s320/tumblr_lnrzsmkZ8o1qalycro1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Eu adoro quando você me olha de um jeito,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>dizendo: não há como resistir!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3014263550127055065?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-27126342288384588832011-07-18T15:39:00.000-07:002011-07-18T15:39:38.855-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTU7WjMGQYM/TiS10qphvmI/AAAAAAAAEyE/PvyTxzjIbdA/s1600/tumblr_loefqeq0Lu1qfateqo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RTU7WjMGQYM/TiS10qphvmI/AAAAAAAAEyE/PvyTxzjIbdA/s320/tumblr_loefqeq0Lu1qfateqo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #444444; font-family: Arial, 'Helvetica Neue', sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; line-height: 19px;"><br /></span></span><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Há algo muito maior dentro de cada um,&nbsp;</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>algo que nos impede e que nos impulsiona!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2712634228838458883?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-79380177444261184282011-07-15T06:28:00.000-07:002011-07-15T06:30:29.285-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltel4oTwrKY/TiA_8Dv4oAI/AAAAAAAAExo/zo5lZTnjKP8/s1600/tumblr_lodle1e1RP1qm3ir8o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ltel4oTwrKY/TiA_8Dv4oAI/AAAAAAAAExo/zo5lZTnjKP8/s320/tumblr_lodle1e1RP1qm3ir8o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Que revivam os sonhos perdidos, sejam realidades!.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7938017744426118428?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-86179947860934866512011-07-08T16:02:00.000-07:002011-07-08T16:03:48.296-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BMxIR_aPwo/TheMxdaEtoI/AAAAAAAAExc/S6prFwJ347c/s1600/Quero-Ser-Feliz.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3BMxIR_aPwo/TheMxdaEtoI/AAAAAAAAExc/S6prFwJ347c/s320/Quero-Ser-Feliz.jpg" width="211" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"Quero ser vida todos os dias.."</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8617994786093486651?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-60959756240103385882011-07-01T16:05:00.000-07:002011-07-01T16:06:00.959-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpeC-pVzGGQ/Tg5ShzSl7xI/AAAAAAAAEv4/qneXJcK7Xdc/s1600/tumblr_ln9pcsknbR1qbwdvyo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-HpeC-pVzGGQ/Tg5ShzSl7xI/AAAAAAAAEv4/qneXJcK7Xdc/s320/tumblr_ln9pcsknbR1qbwdvyo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>"De certo, eles nunca saberão o que é amor!</b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br /></b></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Pois o amor não agride, não encerra, não caleja e não mata.."</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6095975624010338588?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-9864958525637448432011-06-20T17:14:00.000-07:002011-06-20T17:15:28.171-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYXQL73y7gg/Tf_iMojRXAI/AAAAAAAAEvM/GuUv2WUuNUY/s1600/cloth000063vipicscom_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CYXQL73y7gg/Tf_iMojRXAI/AAAAAAAAEvM/GuUv2WUuNUY/s320/cloth000063vipicscom_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"És assim, tão bela e tão leve</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Como pluma ao vento!"</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-986495852563744843?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-8154796092643317982011-06-14T15:56:00.000-07:002011-06-14T15:57:16.425-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MQpv-auiLU/Tffl3utCgjI/AAAAAAAAEu8/sTdRsRmpye8/s1600/tumblr_lmqpyaCtXe1qey9a0o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7MQpv-auiLU/Tffl3utCgjI/AAAAAAAAEu8/sTdRsRmpye8/s320/tumblr_lmqpyaCtXe1qey9a0o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>O teu cheiro me deixa leve, me enfeitiça,</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>me rouba para sempre!</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Sentimentalidades</b></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-815479609264331798?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-92058180519459347362011-06-02T18:19:00.000-07:002011-06-02T18:21:54.625-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXjpaggOkAw/Teg18FoU2nI/AAAAAAAAEuE/LiP5UOuK-jw/s1600/black-and-white-boy-couple-girl-kiss-love-Favim.com-42787_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-NXjpaggOkAw/Teg18FoU2nI/AAAAAAAAEuE/LiP5UOuK-jw/s320/black-and-white-boy-couple-girl-kiss-love-Favim.com-42787_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Não é para ser somente bonito,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mais também especial!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-9205818051945934736?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-75436480579930101362011-05-24T17:09:00.000-07:002011-05-24T17:09:27.348-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVWpBEgxppU/TdxITbZ_itI/AAAAAAAAEts/8qE5SkisABk/s1600/tumblr_lkg4lxoIiN1qj3zxmo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YVWpBEgxppU/TdxITbZ_itI/AAAAAAAAEts/8qE5SkisABk/s320/tumblr_lkg4lxoIiN1qj3zxmo1_500_large.jpg" width="319" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O teu abraço me sustenta, o teu olhar me segura,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;O teu beijo me alimenta e o teu amor é a minha cura.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7543648057993010136?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-79340671755858809592011-05-23T18:04:00.001-07:002011-05-23T18:04:44.476-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiAkS-DjZ-E/TdsC8J8H8mI/AAAAAAAAEto/SleojQPQobo/s1600/cupido.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CiAkS-DjZ-E/TdsC8J8H8mI/AAAAAAAAEto/SleojQPQobo/s400/cupido.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="298" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Cupido atrevido</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Conseguiu fazer do amor o meu melhor abrigo!.."</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7934067175585880959?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-9884987396725092072011-05-22T13:21:00.000-07:002011-05-22T13:21:50.396-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9tYiHBY51Q/TdlvweTDg6I/AAAAAAAAEtk/NUi9et_NpaI/s1600/baile2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q9tYiHBY51Q/TdlvweTDg6I/AAAAAAAAEtk/NUi9et_NpaI/s320/baile2.jpg" width="225" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Amar é sentir o som do coração&nbsp;ao dançar junto com outro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E esquecer tudo o que acontece ao redor deste mundo.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-988498739672509207?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-90046412769775558292011-05-18T18:32:00.000-07:002011-05-18T18:34:48.368-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oll49ZCMD2Q/TdRzC2O7ZMI/AAAAAAAAEtU/KMGquX5U_fM/s1600/sozinha2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="247" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oll49ZCMD2Q/TdRzC2O7ZMI/AAAAAAAAEtU/KMGquX5U_fM/s320/sozinha2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Gosto de ler a vida com os meus olhos,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Algumas vezes a entendo, outras não,&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Mais mesmo assim eu tento sentí-la, me faz bem melhor."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-9004641276977555829?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-38884559261333765932011-05-13T18:50:00.000-07:002011-05-13T18:50:18.116-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcf39huAz0c/Tc3fLJxXLrI/AAAAAAAAEss/Rta3zZZYgK0/s1600/sorriso%2521.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Qcf39huAz0c/Tc3fLJxXLrI/AAAAAAAAEss/Rta3zZZYgK0/s400/sorriso%2521.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Tu és o meu retrato!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O mais bonito!.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3888455926133376593?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-52010753716344492952011-05-09T06:57:00.000-07:002011-05-09T06:58:03.536-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_J6FrphRO8/TcfxVmuNz-I/AAAAAAAAEqE/GqTMDlWP45A/s1600/93186511_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9_J6FrphRO8/TcfxVmuNz-I/AAAAAAAAEqE/GqTMDlWP45A/s320/93186511_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Sou a favor de momentos únicos, como aqueles que</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">me entrego a mim&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e a mais nada.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5201075371634449295?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-28560692336442176702011-05-04T15:30:00.000-07:002011-05-04T15:31:33.066-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVuD6cGRSQM/TcHS9Ftf7RI/AAAAAAAAEpw/Sjo5xRhjO8E/s1600/tumblr_lkn5ymSI5G1qzwilpo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="196" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVuD6cGRSQM/TcHS9Ftf7RI/AAAAAAAAEpw/Sjo5xRhjO8E/s400/tumblr_lkn5ymSI5G1qzwilpo1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A diferença está na forma como eu abro os olhos pela manhã</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E como eu encaro o calor e o frio do meu coração!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2856069233644217670?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-82870424259900572192011-05-01T12:59:00.000-07:002011-05-01T12:59:38.748-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJtCpj19V_I/Tb27cRBR3iI/AAAAAAAAEo8/RFGUKta-xRM/s1600/a2c790dab91f02c1b77428517ebe5d833cfa9759.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MJtCpj19V_I/Tb27cRBR3iI/AAAAAAAAEo8/RFGUKta-xRM/s1600/a2c790dab91f02c1b77428517ebe5d833cfa9759.jpeg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Seria tão bom se todas as pessoas entendessem&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A completude do amor!"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8287042425990057219?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-22056116647929424692011-04-24T05:08:00.000-07:002011-04-24T05:08:07.858-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bglv8iq-7jg/TbQSaVvrFdI/AAAAAAAAEok/1DoBZGlctLo/s1600/Um-amor-para-vida-ETERNA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bglv8iq-7jg/TbQSaVvrFdI/AAAAAAAAEok/1DoBZGlctLo/s400/Um-amor-para-vida-ETERNA.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"O teu amor aquece o meu corpo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E o teu sabor, a minha alma..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2205611664792942469?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-40069738011828270542011-04-22T09:09:00.000-07:002011-04-22T09:09:54.452-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NHrG2IJZx-A/TbGoJFFe7FI/AAAAAAAAEoI/evT6jImOmec/s1600/tumblr_ljplg5fHVp1qh5mi4o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NHrG2IJZx-A/TbGoJFFe7FI/AAAAAAAAEoI/evT6jImOmec/s320/tumblr_ljplg5fHVp1qh5mi4o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Vem, vem me fazer feliz</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">como eu sempre quis ser.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4006973801182827054?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-10844035988506877722011-04-15T16:05:00.000-07:002011-04-15T16:05:05.875-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xR3FE1eYAA/TajOx-Q23MI/AAAAAAAAEnA/Ns_v3Lz_W2U/s1600/tumblr_levmwiK00I1qfekvyo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6xR3FE1eYAA/TajOx-Q23MI/AAAAAAAAEnA/Ns_v3Lz_W2U/s320/tumblr_levmwiK00I1qfekvyo1_400_large.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Gosto de te proteger e de te cuidar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Com os meus olhos e o meu amor..</span>"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1084403598850687772?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-37359818199927499182011-04-14T17:06:00.000-07:002011-04-14T17:06:19.822-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UR3guEJdLI/TaeLk3y_iuI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Sr0XNueeXcI/s1600/tumblr_ljdghfIOIV1qfdr7oo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1UR3guEJdLI/TaeLk3y_iuI/AAAAAAAAEmw/Sr0XNueeXcI/s320/tumblr_ljdghfIOIV1qfdr7oo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Estar no teu abraço é como me sentir leve</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Flutuando pelo céu de lua cheia..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3735981819992749918?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-42179294818816618742011-04-11T16:51:00.000-07:002011-04-11T16:51:19.420-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYk-D7Es09I/TaOTk7k4vdI/AAAAAAAAEmM/5YOXbmtX6nU/s1600/tumblr_lj811rCWrk1qituglo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MYk-D7Es09I/TaOTk7k4vdI/AAAAAAAAEmM/5YOXbmtX6nU/s320/tumblr_lj811rCWrk1qituglo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Por que a mente as vezes não codifica</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O que o coração afirma?"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4217929481881661874?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-69891637750452591632011-04-09T13:04:00.000-07:002011-04-09T13:05:29.156-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHw9x1rqXTc/TaC7R7I1gwI/AAAAAAAAEmI/-aJGNhdHwGc/s1600/tumblr_lhkc4fewi01qgqpebo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MHw9x1rqXTc/TaC7R7I1gwI/AAAAAAAAEmI/-aJGNhdHwGc/s320/tumblr_lhkc4fewi01qgqpebo1_500_large.jpg" width="312" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Os teus beijos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">são de puro mel</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;me levam ao céu</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">com direito a estrelas e muito mais.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6989163775045259163?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-68742200461841705072011-04-07T18:25:00.000-07:002011-04-07T18:25:32.656-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42FCBrnqkMg/TZ5iEP-dJLI/AAAAAAAAEl8/yM8iz05oJRE/s1600/tumblr_lj9gxzj63v1qfdxqyo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="210" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-42FCBrnqkMg/TZ5iEP-dJLI/AAAAAAAAEl8/yM8iz05oJRE/s320/tumblr_lj9gxzj63v1qfdxqyo1_500_large.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Deite-se no meu colo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Contarei histórias até você dormir..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E meus carinhos junto a ti&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Farão os teus sonhos mais leves, poderá sentir!.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6874220046184170507?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-91994976510819269192011-04-06T07:46:00.000-07:002011-04-06T07:46:58.581-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6GluVg1Oss/TZx8eEbQrsI/AAAAAAAAEkI/A4p97I-rX3A/s1600/tumblr_lio62eG4yv1qit5pio1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="263" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P6GluVg1Oss/TZx8eEbQrsI/AAAAAAAAEkI/A4p97I-rX3A/s400/tumblr_lio62eG4yv1qit5pio1_500_large.png" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Quero ser o teu mar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">só para banhar teu corpo inteiro,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">molhar o teu cabelo</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e te inundar de amor.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-9199497651081926919?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-17758729760390544232011-04-03T14:44:00.000-07:002011-04-03T14:44:32.810-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nRT7Kz8Kvg4/TZjp_DdGbfI/AAAAAAAAEj8/gT5gH9SDxPI/s320/casa-swell-interior2.jpg" /></div><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nessa casa tem tristeza</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem comparação</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem frio e&nbsp;</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Muita incompreensão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem medo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Espinhos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem decepção</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem lágrimas de indecisão</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nessa casa tem eu</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">e a tal maldita loucura</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nos encontramos na janela</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Procurando o caminho da rua</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nessa casa tem olhares de desprezo</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E dor no coração</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tem madrugada de pedidos intensos</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tentando esbarrar na solução..</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1775872976039054423?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-70997977465810100722011-04-03T06:06:00.000-07:002011-04-03T06:06:04.818-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kfe30HaLrQ/TZhwcq0vMzI/AAAAAAAAEjw/Ir074grLdOE/s1600/tumblr_lhpb21TAVB1qd44z5o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-6kfe30HaLrQ/TZhwcq0vMzI/AAAAAAAAEjw/Ir074grLdOE/s320/tumblr_lhpb21TAVB1qd44z5o1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Aceita-me e o meu amor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Te quero a vida inteira, seja onde for.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7099797746581010072?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-9281936336250477822011-03-31T06:58:00.000-07:002011-03-31T07:00:50.497-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wl7QcoR1XE/TZSIaesL9LI/AAAAAAAAEjo/21HQDyx2UR0/s1600/sombra+azul.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="241" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0Wl7QcoR1XE/TZSIaesL9LI/AAAAAAAAEjo/21HQDyx2UR0/s320/sombra+azul.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Teus dias eram doces incógnitas..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que ela fazia questão de descobrir.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-928193633625047782?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-43226503100458341632011-03-29T16:34:00.000-07:002011-03-29T16:45:08.962-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEJptvJ044g/TZJsXRGsX7I/AAAAAAAAEjQ/cqZir7Tad9Y/s1600/208286_1907498494344_1448264686_2211397_4732406_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LEJptvJ044g/TZJsXRGsX7I/AAAAAAAAEjQ/cqZir7Tad9Y/s320/208286_1907498494344_1448264686_2211397_4732406_n_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Quero sentir no céu da minha boca</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">O gosto das estrelas, adocicando os meus sonhos.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4322650310045834163?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-86167306766990777082011-03-27T15:23:00.000-07:002011-03-27T15:23:23.784-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDNRbYUMJVg/TY-4XQUW3nI/AAAAAAAAEi4/gVvWapqxYQg/s1600/Castela-da-Tristeza.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CDNRbYUMJVg/TY-4XQUW3nI/AAAAAAAAEi4/gVvWapqxYQg/s320/Castela-da-Tristeza.jpg" width="252" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"É uma tristeza que percorre a alma</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E&nbsp;espalha-se por todas as veias do corpo.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8616730676699077708?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-35124794990670728352011-03-25T17:28:00.000-07:002011-03-25T17:29:35.847-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BxNusHZ2Z-I/TY0yhvzm7aI/AAAAAAAAEi0/9_EwiVTBRxw/s1600/tumblr_ligyjxI3Cx1qak673o1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="290" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-BxNusHZ2Z-I/TY0yhvzm7aI/AAAAAAAAEi0/9_EwiVTBRxw/s320/tumblr_ligyjxI3Cx1qak673o1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Porque tanta liberdade?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Se o que quero é me prender a você!.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3512479499067072835?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-12070293255675284792011-03-24T19:13:00.000-07:002011-03-24T19:13:45.599-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-4htqJzmb_e0/TYv59et2n0I/AAAAAAAAEis/ZIyV1MyKMOA/s320/1202818880_5_Vodx_large.jpeg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"De saia&nbsp;rodada, cabelos ao vento, coração apaixonado e rosto sereno..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">A moça mostra quem ela é...."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1207029325567528479?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-67605873430585032922011-03-23T06:13:00.000-07:002011-03-23T06:36:45.883-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><img src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-R_D343I55Ac/TYnxs5Wk8GI/AAAAAAAAEhM/Oc3lyk5Ea30/s320/tumblr_lgjcw87oQ91qdri1ro1_500_large.jpg" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Na menina dos olhos há uma chama que não se apaga.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Que grita e luta para ser realmente vista.."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6760587343058503292?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-56368330647998099492011-03-14T17:13:00.000-07:002011-03-14T17:23:38.157-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vO8_0YGgNk4/TX6uvlRf7aI/AAAAAAAAEg0/lWW426ZXFeY/s1600/%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521MULHER.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="314" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-vO8_0YGgNk4/TX6uvlRf7aI/AAAAAAAAEg0/lWW426ZXFeY/s320/%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521%2521MULHER.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Então... quase vinte e cinco!!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Contagem mais que regressiva: 3.2.1...</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">É para se assustar?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">E quando for os trinta? Ai ai..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Bom, deixa para pensar quando isso acontecer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sofrer antecipado dá rugas e cabelos brancos!&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Vinte e cinco com rosto de trinta!&nbsp;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Melhor não!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">&nbsp;Aproveitar os vinte e cinco, seis..sete..</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5636833064799809949?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-84049047473348914412011-03-10T11:19:00.000-08:002011-03-10T12:52:21.531-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oGjo3O_Dtvk/TXkj4QiAjKI/AAAAAAAAEeo/tK9o7DtcbBw/s1600/tumblr_l8ipsmFkCg1qa3op2o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-oGjo3O_Dtvk/TXkj4QiAjKI/AAAAAAAAEeo/tK9o7DtcbBw/s320/tumblr_l8ipsmFkCg1qa3op2o1_500_large.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Ela era fogo</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">De repente, vulcão.."</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: right;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Quero um tempo desabotoado de mim, colorindo de azul e branco a minha varanda. Nada de tão estranho até ai. A vida parece estranha se vista com olhar de poeta? Um tempo reforçado de pensamentos leves. Acordar e imaginar que o dia terá mais horas. Poder dançar ao banho de chuva sem talvez um resfriado conseqüente alcançar. Não entregar segundos a dita dúvida. Confeitar com pérolas de cristais o corpo e ficar assim, irresistível. Gritar ao vento, que lá vem gostas de ar puro. Entregar a rotina ao simples, ao bonito, ao clássico ou ao velho. Inventar novidades como se a certeza desse dia fosse inconstante, no entanto, presente. Olhar para o céu como se bênçãos caíssem suavemente pela cabeça, tomando de imediato os bolsos da calça e encobrindo o coração. Nada de tão imperfeito. Tudo de mágico e intenso. Como se construísse um castelo e guardasse sonhos de criança para até a majestade da idade se apresentar. E quando essa surgisse, pudesse com as mãos reconstruir, construir e separar o tempo de mim. Deixá-lo passar, sumir por entre arco iris e girassóis, embebedar-me de água pura e ao mesmo tempo ter os pés no chão e a cabeça nas nuvens. Desabotoar o tempo do meu guarda-roupa, clarear as vistas e correr como se não houvesse obstáculos nos sentimentos. Coisa de momento único e para sempre. Entregar-me a maravilha do gosto e do toque das estrelas, pular asperezas, se deliciar com os raios de perfumes das rosas.&nbsp;Não preocupar com o horário da magia acabar – meia noite. Nem tão pouco com o amanhã indeciso, distante. Um tempo só assim.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8404904747334891441?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-24627737957076540292011-03-10T08:13:00.000-08:002011-03-10T08:16:11.531-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AOQ6U9IqIeE/TXj4V67AahI/AAAAAAAAEeg/UL9VrIHtLBM/s1600/tumblr_lhsow4fjzh1qddjy3o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AOQ6U9IqIeE/TXj4V67AahI/AAAAAAAAEeg/UL9VrIHtLBM/s320/tumblr_lhsow4fjzh1qddjy3o1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />"Ela era fogo<br /><br />De repente, vulcão.."<br /><br />Sentimentalidades<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2462773795707654029?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-12538467296419582832011-03-10T05:24:00.000-08:002011-03-10T05:24:40.110-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RrRFGQ3Le9s/TXjQ08cR3WI/AAAAAAAAEeY/gQLZgV1zBi8/s1600/tumblr_lgemh3dKQl1qbuhado1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="146" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-RrRFGQ3Le9s/TXjQ08cR3WI/AAAAAAAAEeY/gQLZgV1zBi8/s320/tumblr_lgemh3dKQl1qbuhado1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Foi assim que o amor se descobriu:</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Livre! Uma ligeira</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>liberdade&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>para ser feliz!</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1253846729641958283?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-5427054823400714042011-03-04T18:51:00.000-08:002011-03-04T18:52:00.039-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CkHGhs4QdgU/TXGkxuyFx9I/AAAAAAAAEdk/RwRaV2nUfgk/s1600/74892_103348379738644_102831576456991_22947_6037296_n_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-CkHGhs4QdgU/TXGkxuyFx9I/AAAAAAAAEdk/RwRaV2nUfgk/s1600/74892_103348379738644_102831576456991_22947_6037296_n_large.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Você me fez ter a certeza</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>&nbsp;De querer estar sempre contigo"</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-542705482340071404?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-30095388226942355252011-03-02T13:00:00.000-08:002011-03-02T13:01:17.547-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uQoQ1Po8Ooc/TW6vZ7Vz0DI/AAAAAAAAEc8/CS-_HXVuaho/s1600/Love_Letter_by_circle__of__fire.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-uQoQ1Po8Ooc/TW6vZ7Vz0DI/AAAAAAAAEc8/CS-_HXVuaho/s1600/Love_Letter_by_circle__of__fire.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Encontrei nos teus gestos</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">As mais lindas palavras de amor .."</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3009538822694235525?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-21841317193976236452011-02-24T17:25:00.000-08:002011-02-24T17:25:57.767-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOEs6IxsXNg/TWcEuXMUMMI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/seVf-2esKDc/s1600/tumblr_lgdbktD33h1qgbqgvo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZOEs6IxsXNg/TWcEuXMUMMI/AAAAAAAAEcQ/seVf-2esKDc/s320/tumblr_lgdbktD33h1qgbqgvo1_500_large.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Quando me diz: Você sabe que eu te amo muito!!</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Eu fico sem palavras.."</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2184131719397623645?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-2254397511389213002011-02-16T15:00:00.000-08:002011-02-16T15:00:39.275-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-dtWMxtJyQ/TVxWsiKHmcI/AAAAAAAAEb4/w1rvuj5c4mw/s1600/romantic-couple-in-love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-M-dtWMxtJyQ/TVxWsiKHmcI/AAAAAAAAEb4/w1rvuj5c4mw/s320/romantic-couple-in-love.jpg" width="298" /></a></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Vem, sente-se bem perto, escute esse coração</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Que bate acelerado por ti..."</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><br /><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-225439751138921300?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-88366290625943157952011-02-15T11:58:00.000-08:002011-02-15T11:58:21.058-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eSOA6le6RTM/TVraayNY1tI/AAAAAAAAEac/rBRUURc87z4/s320/tumblr_le44b5JDRn1qaljyho1_500_large.jpg" /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"Tantas certezas eu tinha, mais só me encontrei</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Quando conheci você.."</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></span></div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8836629062594315795?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-53876832412910811932011-02-15T11:53:00.000-08:002011-02-15T11:53:31.545-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIm5DeVi-o/TVrYgwwTOsI/AAAAAAAAEaY/Mt9iBR0M80E/s1600/spectacular-rainbow-flowers17.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0mIm5DeVi-o/TVrYgwwTOsI/AAAAAAAAEaY/Mt9iBR0M80E/s320/spectacular-rainbow-flowers17.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br /></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>"É tanto sentimento que, em c</i></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>ada palavra expressa do nosso amor&nbsp;</i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Sai um arco iris em broto de flor.."</i></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div></div></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5387683241291081193?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-14100045563459643142011-02-14T15:31:00.000-08:002011-02-14T15:31:44.998-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBf5TssNpQQ/TVm60n8Oa0I/AAAAAAAAEaM/piIquK_v6hA/s1600/dc3a92.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PBf5TssNpQQ/TVm60n8Oa0I/AAAAAAAAEaM/piIquK_v6hA/s320/dc3a92.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">"Nas pequenas certezas, me fiz tua</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Nos grandes instantes, te fiz meu.."</span></i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1410004556345964314?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-55114235366861589702011-02-08T14:58:00.000-08:002011-02-08T15:00:46.148-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TVHJn6OPj-I/AAAAAAAAEXE/i2knrKixkMo/s320/gallery_2_52_168609.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nada contra quem goste,</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Nada contra quem participe</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Mas nunca fui fã deste estilo "carnavalesco"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E esta festa está prestes a chegar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Quem gostar, se sinta a vontade</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Televisões a anunciar, musas do carnaval</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Galpões cheios de alegorias exuberantes</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E para mim será mais um dia normal de feriado</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Onde ficarei horas e horas fazendo o que amo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Com quem eu amo ou talvez observando o tempo</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Escutando música e aproveitando o que a vida tem de bom!!</span></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Sentimentalidades</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5511423536686158970?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-68299874594772673872011-02-02T18:14:00.001-08:002011-02-02T18:16:00.937-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TUoMnLI-4sI/AAAAAAAAEWw/VZ8xedU6yl8/s320/tumblr_lfwfi4XBgK1qa5045o1_500_large.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>"Com tinta azul colori os dias da minha vida</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>e com branco, o meu amor inteiro!"</i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><i><br /></i></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6829987459477267387?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-4446215604109242942011-02-01T05:32:00.000-08:002011-02-01T05:32:03.772-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TUgKOO02ZZI/AAAAAAAAEWM/nsFt9Wa1WEo/s1600/flor_com_a_mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="270" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TUgKOO02ZZI/AAAAAAAAEWM/nsFt9Wa1WEo/s320/flor_com_a_mulher.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />"Por que amar não é somente encontrar a metade</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">É completude .."<br /><br />Sentimentalidades<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-444621560410924294?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-48918603132673988232011-01-24T13:42:00.000-08:002011-01-24T13:42:04.148-08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><img height="278" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TT3xu03HCPI/AAAAAAAAEVg/nfNSMSLoqOY/s400/tumblr_leafhvatiE1qd2nlro1_400_large.png" width="400" /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Dá-se uma trégua a tristeza<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">A luz paira como sol lindo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Os detalhes da imensidão<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Motivos a mais para se olhar<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Os pequenos sentidos estão<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Como flores a desabrochar<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Em pleno jardim de luz, belo<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Beleza que se escolhe com os dedos<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Que se escorre pela mão<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Como um sonho lindo de se ter<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Momentos que cativam o coração<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">A delicadeza da brisa ao tocar<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">A leveza da mina ao jorrar água límpida<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">A intensidade do arco íris cheio de cor</span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">A magnitude do universo e todo o sabor<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">De amar, de se abraçar, de se querer<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">De viver, &nbsp;correr e chegar,<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">De um banho de chuva, do crescer, imaginar<o:p></o:p></span></i></div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Em cada gesto, a certeza de um novo brotar</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;">Sentimentalidades</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt; mso-ansi-language: PT-BR; mso-bidi-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; mso-fareast-language: PT-BR;"><br /></span></i></span></div></i><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4891860313267398823?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-80360626674035176942011-01-20T16:40:00.000-08:002011-01-20T16:43:58.185-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TTjVrB2NP9I/AAAAAAAAEVM/iuvRvG2mwcw/s320/7439493_c8b9c57886.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Qual dia, se você pudesse,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">faria hoje novamente acontecer?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8036062667403517694?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-24988289071924619042011-01-18T07:29:00.000-08:002011-01-18T07:31:14.643-08:00<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TTWw-rMpI7I/AAAAAAAAEU8/AOaC3TpAFYA/s1600/mulher_sentada_na_beira_do_rio.jpg" /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">"Vou &nbsp;jogar as cartas</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Talvez o vento as leve</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Ou talvez fiquem por ali</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Não sei ao certo&nbsp;</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">As cartas que eu escolherei pela mão</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Espero que revelem a distância</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Ou sigam alguma nova direção..."</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><o:p>Sentimentalidades</o:p><br /><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2498828907192461904?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-25382944765917373722011-01-17T17:31:00.000-08:002011-01-17T17:31:23.390-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TTTtIUN72HI/AAAAAAAAEU4/WYJICEOEjG8/s320/reformas.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Reforme</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reforme o máximo que puder</div><div style="text-align: center;">Em um dia, em dois talvez, quatro</div><div style="text-align: center;">Reforme o interior para se adaptar</div><div style="text-align: center;">A qualquer reforma..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2538294476591737372?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-89067548895722843622011-01-13T04:02:00.000-08:002011-01-13T04:03:32.657-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TS7pDgXvdWI/AAAAAAAAEUE/pHhNxwHzOIg/s400/Binbir-Gece-binbir-gece-14290583-400-531_large.jpg" width="300" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Quis mudar o ritmo, o tom, o tempo e a razão.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Lágrimas percorriam qualquer direção.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E só você continha o segredo que consertaria o meu coração.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8906754889572284362?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-32596085027758028772011-01-10T17:33:00.000-08:002011-01-10T17:33:48.539-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TSuyZ2W7K3I/AAAAAAAAET8/ATBAsb1pydg/s1600/tumblr_leu3d1ivao1qg6jfzo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><br /><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TSuyZ2W7K3I/AAAAAAAAET8/ATBAsb1pydg/s320/tumblr_leu3d1ivao1qg6jfzo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Consegue sentir as minhas mãos?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eles precisam e clamam por você!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3259608502775802877?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-56238797218951875192011-01-03T10:50:00.000-08:002011-01-03T10:51:25.281-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TSIaBPDYLJI/AAAAAAAAESs/FGsF6YtJbTA/s320/menina-flor1.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Decididamente prefiro o sol &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;- do&nbsp;amor -</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Parece que somente ele aquece aqui dentro.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5623879721895187519?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-56516998328301990482010-12-29T09:36:00.000-08:002010-12-29T09:36:57.560-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img height="273" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TRtxSWUdj2I/AAAAAAAAERI/hCxngdm8uYs/s400/tumblr_le765vA0d61qa0ws0o1_500_large.png" width="400" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Gosto tanto quando teu corpo se junta ao meu</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Na dança perfeita de um abraço de amor.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5651699832830199048?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-76208990090287998742010-12-23T18:17:00.000-08:002010-12-23T18:17:16.961-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TRQCZ4qFTcI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/ml5CKvLkTqo/s1600/2300707963_81693c3df9_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="211" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TRQCZ4qFTcI/AAAAAAAAEQQ/ml5CKvLkTqo/s320/2300707963_81693c3df9_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Feliz Natal meus queridos amigos!!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que essa data renove todos os sonhos ai guardados dentro de vocês</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e que todas as esperanças sejam verdades!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7620899009028799874?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-68466137188539834962010-12-19T12:37:00.000-08:002010-12-19T12:37:51.245-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TQ5sXq7xNfI/AAAAAAAAEMc/IIEdojCdQnk/s320/tumblr_lcf881qdTr1qba7i0o1_500_large.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Adoro quando você diz em apenas um olhar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">todas as palavras possíveis de se amar.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6846613718853983496?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-77783313885496679902010-12-12T15:12:00.000-08:002010-12-12T15:12:21.444-08:00<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TQVVyjYmnkI/AAAAAAAAELw/8bU7sbcbKvg/s320/m06.jpg" /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Quero lhe dizer meu amor</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Dos momentos que vivo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">De todos os sentidos</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">De quando estou com você</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">São tantas alegrias</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Que a todos contagia</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">O brilho em nosso olhar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Da certeza desse amor encontrar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">São tantas palavras meu amor</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Tantos versos em infinitas cartas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Tantas esperanças que construo</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Em cada nosso despertar</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Meu amor, nessas linhas</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Apenas quero dizer</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Que o amor que vivo com você</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">É tão intenso como sol ao nascer..</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7778331388549667990?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-45372042532544386282010-12-06T16:38:00.000-08:002010-12-06T16:43:03.728-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TP2B53zeN8I/AAAAAAAAELY/EFbXW2Z1C-U/s320/340x255.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"As vezes o que mais precisamos é de um abraço apertado</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">ou de uma simples palavra que nos faça destruir toda carência.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br />Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4537204253254438628?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-76354175755668421422010-12-03T09:28:00.000-08:002010-12-03T09:28:38.043-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPknyFc8FEI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Cb2qpbQOFmY/s1600/tumblr_lcv3j4W5r91qf0nsdo1_500_large.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="255" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPknyFc8FEI/AAAAAAAAEKo/Cb2qpbQOFmY/s320/tumblr_lcv3j4W5r91qf0nsdo1_500_large.png" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ter medo de viver a realidade</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">É como jogar fora todos os sonhos e as suas verdades..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7635417575566842142?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-43802480540544487022010-12-01T13:44:00.000-08:002010-12-01T13:46:44.866-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbBhGjrXQI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/T9mrusUXqWE/s1600/December.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbBhGjrXQI/AAAAAAAAEJ8/T9mrusUXqWE/s320/December.jpg" width="219" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />"Dezembro, mês tão bonito<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbBYdGYxpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/meJ6pvMdoSg/s1600/iluminacao-de-natal-e62c8.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbBYdGYxpI/AAAAAAAAEJ4/meJ6pvMdoSg/s320/iluminacao-de-natal-e62c8.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Que encanto fornece os dias..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbAZmvMNxI/AAAAAAAAEJw/uZf2eYe8cyE/s1600/natal-cartao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbAZmvMNxI/AAAAAAAAEJw/uZf2eYe8cyE/s320/natal-cartao.jpg" width="255" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">No natal &nbsp;luzes a brilhar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPa_uw41-QI/AAAAAAAAEJs/_95bNgWA_gU/s1600/feliz_natal.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPa_uw41-QI/AAAAAAAAEJs/_95bNgWA_gU/s320/feliz_natal.jpg" width="204" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E um novo lindo ano prestes a raiar!!"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbA7QEYsPI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/qNIjfmXIoX4/s1600/4245526991_7f1d691f52_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="268" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPbA7QEYsPI/AAAAAAAAEJ0/qNIjfmXIoX4/s320/4245526991_7f1d691f52_o.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4380248054054448702?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-83246349999702890012010-12-01T05:15:00.000-08:002010-12-01T05:16:13.039-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPZJxS8tvkI/AAAAAAAAEJo/itzy60g1LyM/s1600/tumblr_lb4gj1kP9Y1qcpgzwo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="305" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPZJxS8tvkI/AAAAAAAAEJo/itzy60g1LyM/s320/tumblr_lb4gj1kP9Y1qcpgzwo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Cada noite é uma imensidão que paira sobre os pensamentos</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">trazendo às claras o que deve ser feito ou descartado.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8324634999970289001?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-52769554459514159872010-11-28T04:32:00.000-08:002010-11-28T04:32:48.567-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPI_n1v6N-I/AAAAAAAAEIc/GaS3RzBporI/s1600/DSC03089.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPI_n1v6N-I/AAAAAAAAEIc/GaS3RzBporI/s320/DSC03089.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Em cada gesto do seu amor</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Compreendo a imensidão e a beleza&nbsp;do teu ser.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><i>4 meses de amor!!</i></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5276955445951415987?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-62679957759821856972010-11-27T18:06:00.000-08:002010-11-27T18:06:53.677-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPG4pfUm6MI/AAAAAAAAEIY/bBG025HVuj8/s1600/tumblr_lceoqxTGqD1qctazvo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TPG4pfUm6MI/AAAAAAAAEIY/bBG025HVuj8/s320/tumblr_lceoqxTGqD1qctazvo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;">"Gosto de sentir a poesia da realidade invadir o meu corpo.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Percebo que a paz me reverencia e a força<br /><br />me faz avançar passos a frente.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6267995775982185697?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-49334075371074437112010-11-19T17:33:00.000-08:002010-11-19T17:34:12.694-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TOclFCCiuAI/AAAAAAAAEHg/uOl-cup0BJ4/s320/Silencio.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sou também uma grande mudança.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eternidade&nbsp;dentro de mim.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4933407537107443711?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-77527603004297392552010-11-18T12:13:00.000-08:002010-11-19T05:28:50.093-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TOZ7fuEzaNI/AAAAAAAAEFU/Mh3DC0d5UnI/s1600/4694621808_c30445d1f1_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TOZ7fuEzaNI/AAAAAAAAEFU/Mh3DC0d5UnI/s320/4694621808_c30445d1f1_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Mulher de todas as fases,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">confidencie a lua os seus mais íntimos desejos! "</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7752760300429739255?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-37316957463406969412010-11-16T18:19:00.000-08:002010-11-16T18:20:22.454-08:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TOM7kMXAHYI/AAAAAAAAEE8/-LeQ_GG9QSI/s1600/20101117001722bEmdb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TOM7kMXAHYI/AAAAAAAAEE8/-LeQ_GG9QSI/s320/20101117001722bEmdb.jpg" width="260" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Ter o seu amor é como sonhar</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">E poder viver esse sonho.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-3731695746340696941?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-75455769268394825932010-11-12T17:15:00.000-08:002010-11-12T17:16:49.634-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #0e774a; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; line-height: 15px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TN3mSC0ptbI/AAAAAAAAEEo/oNjOl5itvdQ/s320/tumblr_lbslyzZOh81qa2yuso1_500_large.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>"Quero dizer de todo amor que guardei somente para te dar..</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Um sentimento tão belo que floresce em meu peito, doce e sem jeito</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Que não conhece espinhos, mais que sempre encontra o caminho ao te abraçar.."</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i><br /><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-7545576926839482593?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-91570960737087494752010-11-07T14:32:00.000-08:002010-11-07T14:40:15.435-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TNcn4XH-9xI/AAAAAAAAEEE/SJ-KuzAgmms/s1600/imagens,dancer,photography,photo,dance,ballet-3380cca7c80f8331bbe795ed7b4bb72c_h_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TNcn4XH-9xI/AAAAAAAAEEE/SJ-KuzAgmms/s320/imagens,dancer,photography,photo,dance,ballet-3380cca7c80f8331bbe795ed7b4bb72c_h_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Dançe e me acompanhe..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Até a noite chegar, deixe o nosso coração se entregar &nbsp;..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-9157096073708749475?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-25529047904344294172010-11-03T15:04:00.000-07:002010-11-03T15:05:26.144-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TNHZmaFjCaI/AAAAAAAAEC4/f1A40T88DWg/s1600/arco+iris.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TNHZmaFjCaI/AAAAAAAAEC4/f1A40T88DWg/s320/arco+iris.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Amor</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Espera</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Somos</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Dois</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sério</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Real</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Natural</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Verdade&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>E Plural</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Arco íris</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Por do sol</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Luz de vela</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Brilho e farol</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Preciso</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Eu Quero</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Mais&nbsp;</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Você!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Sentimentalidades</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Para o meu amor *</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2552904790434429417?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-14032805426688366542010-10-29T16:52:00.000-07:002010-10-29T17:00:19.872-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><object height="344" style="background-image: url(http://i3.ytimg.com/vi/65dKOX7fc5A/hqdefault.jpg);" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/65dKOX7fc5A?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/65dKOX7fc5A?fs=1&amp;hl=pt_BR" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"></embed></object></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">"Para o amor é preciso apenas a grande intensidade dos detalhes</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e a simplicidade de pequenos gestos.."</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1403280542668836654?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-20868280660877374372010-10-27T16:50:00.000-07:002010-10-27T16:50:12.843-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TMi6QVf_tnI/AAAAAAAAD9A/cYT7KlBZaS8/s320/mulher_rosa.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Que o sorriso espante os medos e</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">reserve os seus segredos .."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-2086828066087737437?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-3025720903048916272010-10-22T18:35:00.000-07:002010-10-22T18:35:37.755-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="4700532664_fe2fb36482_z_large" height="213" src="http://s3prod.weheartit.netdna-cdn.com/images/4532419/4700532664_fe2fb36482_z_large.jpg?1287788743" width="320" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Eu quero lhe cobrir com o meu mais sincero sorriso</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">e ainda ser o seu melhor amor.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-302572090304891627?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-15677120298012350902010-10-13T15:41:00.000-07:002010-10-13T15:41:55.984-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TLY0J-nxT9I/AAAAAAAAD8E/kWpt_1wzihY/s1600/DSC029105.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TLY0J-nxT9I/AAAAAAAAD8E/kWpt_1wzihY/s320/DSC029105.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Por que amar é uma&nbsp;mistura de paz, certezas e imensidão,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">em um jardim de cor que só quem ama vê...."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-1567712029801235090?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-50556633689789886632010-10-11T07:37:00.000-07:002010-10-11T07:42:29.396-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TLMgxF_XJ8I/AAAAAAAAD74/He9dG9gyyLg/s320/tumblr_kxsse7pjrs1qzuhd2o1_500_larg_large.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Entre os meses de namoro, outro pedido:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">_ Quer namorar comigo?"</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">(e que seja todos os dias o nosso primeiro encontro)</span><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades<br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-5055663368978988663?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-81798166907049235822010-10-08T06:35:00.000-07:002010-10-08T06:36:37.276-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TK8eVDNPA5I/AAAAAAAAD70/J60GSWrQlUU/s1600/tumblr_l5in62B1K61qcduago1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TK8eVDNPA5I/AAAAAAAAD70/J60GSWrQlUU/s320/tumblr_l5in62B1K61qcduago1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sempre acreditei no amor, nos pequenos gestos e no olhar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoje acredito um pouco mais.."<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-8179816690704923582?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-68810791762134699272010-10-06T11:47:00.000-07:002010-10-06T11:48:00.015-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TKzDhwZ1XfI/AAAAAAAAD7M/GDEnc2YPI9Y/s320/TERRAARIDA.JPG" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Hoje as gotas que caem não são apenas de chuva&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">molhando a terra árida,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">são também de amor, &nbsp;inundando o terreno&nbsp;</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">onde sente e vive o coração..."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-6881079176213469927?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-47316176673398958422010-10-03T18:13:00.000-07:002010-10-03T18:13:09.482-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TKkp2TVlU1I/AAAAAAAAD6g/Mbkrd7CgPD0/s320/OgAAAIQV0NviPMugp4G0B9ZqhVnzBtIa1mGEY7q7dnKiWewz8M8RBnThAKwZZeefXwH9yJpBuwXokpd8Ar2N74F1MDwAm1T1UFcNbf1PQs7i0eF8In0vHbiA3J4A_large.jpg" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">"Sem dúvidas,</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">sem medo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Com amor.."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sentimentalidades</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4731617667339895842?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7473507833038046231.post-40652145060077371652010-09-28T19:34:00.000-07:002010-09-28T19:34:36.510-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"></i></div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nz2TQ-TDMRc/TKKkUwBdZtI/AAAAAAAAD6E/rUy6Np5ntco/s320/casal-do-amor-3272.jpg" /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: auto;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">"Desde o primeiro e inesquecível dia&nbsp;</span></i></span></div></i></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Que as palavras se uniram aos gestos,&nbsp;</span></i></span></div></i></div><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Os momentos se tornaram únicos e&nbsp;</span></i></span></div></i></span></div><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Nossos caminhos passaram a cumprir&nbsp;</span></i></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">juntos suas jornadas</span></i></span></div></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><div style="display: inline !important;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">No propósito do destino: simplesmente amar.."</span></i></span></div></i></span></div></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT'; font-size: x-large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;">Sentimentalidades</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="font-family: &quot;Bodoni MT&quot;; font-size: 14.0pt;"><br /></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"><i><span style="font-family: 'Bodoni MT';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;">28 de setembro de 2010 - Dois meses hoje !</span></span></i></span></div></i></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7473507833038046231-4065214506007737165?l=sentimentalidadesepalavras.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Juliana Matos.noreply@blogger.com12