tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8712266101525503702024-02-19T22:11:07.070-03:00MINHA CASA É AQUICris Fragahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03623943709750665612noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871226610152550370.post-74614694187885950292015-03-04T23:46:00.002-03:002015-03-04T23:46:48.690-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Quando a insônia fica colorida.<br />Cris Fragahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03623943709750665612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871226610152550370.post-52073218403752025882015-03-03T22:06:00.000-03:002015-03-03T22:06:03.676-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ela não despertou, continuou sonhando.<br />Cris Fragahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03623943709750665612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871226610152550370.post-40748414169999517852010-08-27T01:21:00.000-03:002010-08-27T01:21:43.194-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDzjWKIGIlw8Ia0lYb7zzPf0qwru9gsGt1jXW2DLl7mo4O11UbZ5YMzYDYDQbf-Jb0TX572TEE_31T-jZNvW6hRZcsvOvvsy7U7gx6520tJA9dZ_Hda4nqmYVzgLwQPua-xD-ZZxXA0Vk/s1600/SDC11709.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZDzjWKIGIlw8Ia0lYb7zzPf0qwru9gsGt1jXW2DLl7mo4O11UbZ5YMzYDYDQbf-Jb0TX572TEE_31T-jZNvW6hRZcsvOvvsy7U7gx6520tJA9dZ_Hda4nqmYVzgLwQPua-xD-ZZxXA0Vk/s400/SDC11709.JPG" width="400" /></a></div>"O Amor é "ÍVEL": inconfundÍVEL, imprevisÍVEL e inesquecÍVEL."Cris Fragahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03623943709750665612noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871226610152550370.post-78505155314275446842010-07-29T03:23:00.000-03:002010-07-29T03:23:03.686-03:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQcEH3dJ6f12oB6qeaHFUloglEf9U9PMAXCAtQVMnYNspAqQy4ALjYCZhjLagQQyhZ3Wmli2CBde4wa_MiGcEd-lTyKvZc6GIwaHX8bcIu3rTpq_rREBOrylPucQicGostCnuxRUu-krs/s1600/SDC11293.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMQcEH3dJ6f12oB6qeaHFUloglEf9U9PMAXCAtQVMnYNspAqQy4ALjYCZhjLagQQyhZ3Wmli2CBde4wa_MiGcEd-lTyKvZc6GIwaHX8bcIu3rTpq_rREBOrylPucQicGostCnuxRUu-krs/s320/SDC11293.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: right;">Hoje não quero promessas.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Prefiro o possível. </div><div style="text-align: right;">Hoje não quero palavras doces.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Prefiro as palavras honestas, por favor, não tenham medo de machucar. </div><div style="text-align: right;">Hoje não quero incertezas. </div><div style="text-align: right;">Hoje mais do que qualquer outro dia, porque amanhã será hoje, quero a tranquilidade de pisar firme.</div><div style="text-align: right;">O que cabe em mim hoje é euforia, paixão, criatividade, vontade, atitude, prazer, intensidade, sorrisos, olhares, verdade, ordem, música.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Quero estar aqui ou lá, mas ESTAR.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Quero FAZER de verdade.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Quero minha identidade.</div><div style="text-align: right;">Quero que tudo seja verdade.</div><div style="text-align: right;"> O depois de amanhã eu já não sei.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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