tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6230968460160113042011-11-16T13:29:03.121-08:00Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.comBlogger121100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-38765699253842550832010-03-03T11:31:00.000-08:002010-03-03T11:42:46.959-08:00<div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Quando o tempo parecia passar devagar , elas resolveram fazer mais uma de suas loucuras . </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Vamos !! </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">E pegaram o ônibus , sozinhas e sem ter onde ficar , para a cidade onde seus corações pulsavam . Da rodoviária ligaram . </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Estamos indo praí ... </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Estão com a chave do apê ? Tem onde ficar ? </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Não ...</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Vem aqui pra casa então . </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">E assim elas foram . Logo que chegaram foram recebidas pela mãe dele com um lanchinho e ela exclamava :</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">- Não sei se voces ou eu que sou louca !!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Enquanto isso ele colocava no toca-fitas do seu 3 em 1 - Led Zeppelin - All my love </span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Should I fall out of love, my fire in the light?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">To chase a feather in the wind</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Within the glow that weaves a cloak of delight</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">There moves a thread that has no end</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">For many hours and days that passes ever soon</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">The tides have caused the flame to dim</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">At last the arm is straight, the hand to the loom</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Is this to end or just begin?</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, oh</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love to you, now</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">The cup is raised, the toast is made yet again</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">One voice is clear above the din</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Proud Aryan one word, my will to sustain</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">For me, the cloth once more to spin</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, oh</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love to you, now</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, yeah</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love to you, child</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Yours is the cloth, mine is the hand that sews time</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">His is the force that lies within</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Ours is the fire, all the warmth we can find</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">He is a feather in the wind</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, oh</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love to you, now</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, oh love, yes, all of my love, to you now</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, all of my love, love, love</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Sometimes</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Hey, hey, oh yeah, it's all, all, all of my love</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love, to you now</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, all of my love</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">All of my love, to, to you and you and you and yeah!</span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I get a bit lonelyJust standing' up </span></div><div align="left"> </div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;"></span></div><div align="left"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Será que foi para mim ??...</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-3876569925384255083?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-63547621014238379492010-01-06T09:39:00.000-08:002010-01-06T09:46:41.581-08:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/S0TLa_2jeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G84LWSP3myA/s1600-h/sombra.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423683515938207906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/S0TLa_2jeKI/AAAAAAAAAA8/G84LWSP3myA/s320/sombra.jpg" /></a><span style="color:#33ffff;"> Quero gritar o seu sorriso na minha face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Ver as cores a través do brilho </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">do seu olhar ingênuo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Seu abraço apertado e doce</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Dançar e cantar pra sempre com você</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Ainda temos muito para aprender</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">Muita estrada para caminhar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ffff;">e quero estar sempre ao seu lado .<br /></div></span><span style="color:#66ffff;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-6354762101423837949?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-65260364423837885602009-11-03T14:21:00.000-08:002009-11-03T14:49:35.849-08:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SvCtVvaUZjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rdMzmwxA-b4/s1600-h/before-sunrise.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400006542232938034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SvCtVvaUZjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/rdMzmwxA-b4/s320/before-sunrise.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Daydream , desilusion , limousine , eyelash</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Oh baby with your pretty face</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Drop a tear in my wineglass</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Look at those big eyes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">See what you meen to me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Sweet-cakes and milkshakes</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I´m desilusion angel</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">i´m fantasy parade</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I want you know what i think</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Don´t want you guess anymore</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">You don´t have no idea where i came from </span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">We have no idea where we ´re going</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Latched in life</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Like branches in a river</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Flowing downstream</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Caught in the current</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I´ll carry you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">You´ll carry me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">That´s how it could be</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Don´t you know me ?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Don´t you know me by now ?</span></div><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-6526036442383788560?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-46400869638791747912009-07-15T06:24:00.000-07:002009-07-16T08:54:07.559-07:00<div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">... Quando olho para trás</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">não quero ver</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Quando olho para frente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">não quero sentir</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Quando estou aqui</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">simplesmente quero estar ...<span style="font-size:0;"></span><span style="font-size:0;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-4640086963879174791?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-58195451664809070282009-06-25T06:14:00.000-07:002009-06-25T06:22:05.212-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SkN4lT26elI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sUFX832XM8M/s1600-h/dinosaur+jr.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351253364627372626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SkN4lT26elI/AAAAAAAAAAc/sUFX832XM8M/s320/dinosaur+jr.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div align="center"> <span style="color:#33ccff;">How can you tell me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I still believe in sometime</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">You don't have to make it a show or a begining</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Just have to move yourself today</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Wish you were there to tell me</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I still need your sunshine</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I'll go over and I'm bare foot</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Can't believe I'm in the ?????</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Now won't you tell me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I still believe in some [?]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">I try it oh so many ways to get to you</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">And it could never [?] [?] [?]</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Why wont you tell me?</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Now in the time, by my side</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Re-tell the story</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Guess I cant take it this time</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#33ccff;">Alone...<br /></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-5819545166480907028?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-25460005118242344132009-05-04T08:35:00.000-07:002009-05-04T08:44:37.710-07:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">Antes era a vontade descontrolada<br />os sentimentos à flor da pele<br />Amor que dói<br />escorrendo pelo corpo<br />seca a garganta<br />fecha os olhos<br />Escorrendo pela face<br />escondido atrás de um sorriso<br />trancado na solidão das palavras<br />Um dia perfeito<br />frio, iluminado<br />Agora é noite<br />e o sol continua brilhando<br />Escorrendo pela face<br />respirando com atenção<br />sonhos flutuante e densos<br />difícil alcançar<br />A alma parece não reconhecer mais<br />o tempo, o tempo<br />Quanto tempo? já passou?<br />Quanto tempo? vai passar?<br />Sentimentos intensos<br />ou simplesmente um vazio..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-2546000511824234413?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-86030712566746617922009-04-01T11:46:00.000-07:002009-04-01T11:58:29.256-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SdO4GnK4DPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m9CQrPJQnK4/s1600-h/Loveless.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319798008588012786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/SdO4GnK4DPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/m9CQrPJQnK4/s320/Loveless.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33ccff;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Sempre que eu ouvir My Bloody Valentine vou lembrar da primeira vez que ouvi e a emoção que me causou (I only said)!!......Para sempre!!Até hoje tenho vontade de chorar e sinto o estômago apertado quando ouço as guitarras distorcidas e os samples dos golfinhos....</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-8603071256674661792?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-67024022370191729232009-03-11T10:43:00.000-07:002009-03-11T10:57:56.913-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/Sbf64P8u8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m8jZYONEUpc/s1600-h/27047gg.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311990129767674594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_YwsDTwUh3x8/Sbf64P8u8uI/AAAAAAAAAAM/m8jZYONEUpc/s320/27047gg.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><strong><span style="color:#000099;">Quem tem no espírito as marcas da amizade verdadeira , nunca deixa de sentir a essência da vida!!</span></strong><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-6702402237019172923?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-59930983109542215462009-02-02T15:22:00.000-08:002009-02-02T15:52:14.127-08:00<span style="color:#000099;"> Acordei triste, ouvi coisas tristes , fazia tempo que não me sentia assim...emoções fortes...tenho tido dias de saudade . A vida para as pessoas que sentem , aquelas que tem alma de verdade, é muito mais complicada ...é tão difícil encontrar...eu sempre tive sorte, mas será que tenho ainda??Tanto faz também...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-5993098310954221546?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-81928302037218069072008-11-27T16:16:00.000-08:002008-11-27T16:25:44.279-08:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">Nossa...faz mais de um mês que não escrevo nada!!Coisas para escrever não faltam só que algumas não sei como expressar e outras tenho tido preguiça...ái..que coisa..!!!</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"> Ouvindo Trompe le monde (Pixies)...''i think about it sometimes sun shines in the rusty morning once i had a good fly into the mountain i will fall.!!''...</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-8192830203721806907?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-32691723496938626082008-10-24T13:22:00.000-07:002008-10-24T13:39:56.399-07:00<span style="color:#33ccff;">É fato que a língua portuguesa não é simples, eu mesma não sou nenhum exemplo de português perfeito, mas tem certas coisas que escuto que chega a doer.Aqui em Santos , onde moro, as pessoas falam muuuito errado,por exemplo: o nosso conhecido sinalzinho *(asterisco) é chamado pela maioria das pessoas de asterístico; o verbo mostrar é usado como amostrar(vou te amostrar uma coisa..);além do "tu" ser usado sem a colocação verbal correta(bom..mas isso não é só aqui).</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"> Acredito que isso não seja só culpa das pessoas, é que aí cai naquela ladainha, o governo que não investe em educação, a educação se torna precária e esse é o menos pior dos resultados.</span><br /><span style="color:#33ccff;"> Hoje escutei um cara passando o numero do id dele para outra pessoa e ele falou asterístico e aquilo me irritou...resolvi escrever sobre..rsrsrs</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-3269172349693862608?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623096846016011304.post-65933977937109585672008-10-21T12:15:00.000-07:002008-10-21T12:16:58.220-07:00<span style="color:#3333ff;">Is it getting betterOr do you feel the same?Will it make it easier on you now?You got someone to blameYou say one love, one lifeIt's one need in the nightOne love, we get to share itLeaves you baby, if you don't care for it.Did I disappoint youOr leave a bad taste in your mouth?You act like you never had loveAnd you want me to go withoutWell, it's too late, tonight,To drag the past out into the lightWe're one, but we're not the sameWe get to carry each other, carry each otherOneHave you come here for forgiveness?Have you come to raise the dead?Have you come here to play JesusTo the lepers in your head?Did I ask too much, more than a lot?You gave me nothing, now it's all I gotWe're one, but we're not the same.Well, we hurt each other, then we do it again.You say:Love is a temple, love a higher lawLove is a temple, love the higher lawYou ask me to enter, but then you make me crawlAnd I can't be holding on to what you gotWhen all you got is hurt.One love, one bloodOne life you got to do what you should.One life with each other: sisters, brothers.One life, but we're not the same.We get to carry each other, carry each other.One love! One!</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623096846016011304-6593397793710958567?l=tudoqueeunaosei.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Danielahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12110713042371397600noreply@blogger.com0