tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25288833073378040302024-03-13T20:54:54.364-07:00No mundo secreto"Dentro de toda mujer, alienta una vida secreta..."Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.comBlogger98125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-24722996726857307012011-11-23T05:51:00.001-08:002011-11-23T06:02:21.498-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-so-iHSbvmN8/Tsz8KoKEIZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/AvMUtBS_WAk/s1600/tumblr_lseeysQxvW1qjnc56o1_500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-so-iHSbvmN8/Tsz8KoKEIZI/AAAAAAAAA-w/AvMUtBS_WAk/s400/tumblr_lseeysQxvW1qjnc56o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678190489715876242" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"All the love gone bad</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Turned my world to black</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tattooed all I see, </span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />all that I am,<br /></span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">all that I'll be</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><p style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I know someday you'll have a beautiful life, I know you'll be a star<br />In somebody else's sky, but why<br />Can't it be mine?"</p><p style=";font-family:";"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></p> <p style="Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;font-family:";"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="Trebuchet MS",sans-serif;font-family:";font-size:85%;" >Quando você acha que já doeu tudo, descobre que não há limites para a dor. E não há.<br /></span></span></p>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-48308337403341815742011-07-02T16:41:00.001-07:002011-07-02T16:42:56.116-07:00a perfeição:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B-q6gj2tA4/Tg-syt6X-uI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hFxZUq3s0p0/s1600/600full-ryan-gosling.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 446px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3B-q6gj2tA4/Tg-syt6X-uI/AAAAAAAAA-c/hFxZUq3s0p0/s400/600full-ryan-gosling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624904446926912226" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">THERE IS NO WORDS.</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-12938401499217490492011-04-14T09:46:00.000-07:002011-04-14T09:53:52.606-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ5fyg4KEbE/TacmP80fNKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mjirw_0Bc_s/s1600/tumblr_lf7md5UBRf1qa3l1no1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EZ5fyg4KEbE/TacmP80fNKI/AAAAAAAAA-E/mjirw_0Bc_s/s400/tumblr_lf7md5UBRf1qa3l1no1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595483117497300130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">"It shouldn't hurt me to be free</span><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">..."<br /><br /><br /><br /></span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-19029202447544182042011-02-08T09:37:00.000-08:002011-02-08T09:41:28.522-08:00<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Eu ignoro, desprezo, não corro atrás. Mas acredite, eu ainda me importo.</span></span><br /><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /></strong><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><strong style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Páginas de Diário.</strong></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span>(via <a href="http://laismendes.tumblr.com/post/1701939636">laismendes</a>)</span></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-30757890273520206612011-02-08T09:07:00.000-08:002011-02-08T09:27:49.077-08:00verdade absoluta<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >"Quem quer sair de uma história, cala-se e vai embora.<br />Porque as grandes dores são mudas.</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >E decisões definitivas não se demoram em explicações." </span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"><br />marta medeiros</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></div><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-84854351890425407912010-12-10T17:19:00.002-08:002010-12-10T18:31:26.635-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TQLhfARhYrI/AAAAAAAAA88/m0FhXYrk7DM/s1600/ftgetet.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 297px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TQLhfARhYrI/AAAAAAAAA88/m0FhXYrk7DM/s400/ftgetet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549245613639557810" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TQLhfSa2dkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/V7RztH2eZGI/s1600/bhtut.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TQLhfSa2dkI/AAAAAAAAA9E/V7RztH2eZGI/s400/bhtut.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549245618510526018" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" >frames do delicioso 'grandes esperanças'</span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Pra sair da sua boca, pra ser pronunciada. Como suspiro, como benção, como desgraça.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Crio liberdades, cavo intimidades e absorvo você mais cedo ou mais tarde.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Vai doer do mesmo jeito. Vai sangrar e abrir sempre que cicatrizar.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Porque é maldito. Porque é meu. </span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Na minha língua e na sua, pronunciada.</span></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-46950394505001789882010-11-21T15:24:00.000-08:002010-11-21T15:28:40.809-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOmqyDS06XI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4Tgp8QNZ5x4/s1600/sryqw4w67.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOmqyDS06XI/AAAAAAAAA8k/4Tgp8QNZ5x4/s400/sryqw4w67.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5542148593310558578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">colírio para dias nublados</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-79705559463058763572010-11-16T15:47:00.000-08:002010-11-16T15:52:38.693-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOMYtU5ZhXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/LWROQVYqZmQ/s1600/tumblr_lba3y5ZOMZ1qb9eiio1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOMYtU5ZhXI/AAAAAAAAA8c/LWROQVYqZmQ/s400/tumblr_lba3y5ZOMZ1qb9eiio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540299133578478962" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">vendo os dias passarem. e só.</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-142138849639367152010-11-14T18:48:00.000-08:002010-11-14T18:51:01.253-08:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOCfuQnE0hI/AAAAAAAAA8U/tupXCwGFtEE/s1600/tumblr_lb5mapP03R1qb5rb3o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOCfuQnE0hI/AAAAAAAAA8U/tupXCwGFtEE/s400/tumblr_lb5mapP03R1qb5rb3o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539603158747370002" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A<span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"> intenção não é mudar nada. Até porque algumas coisas realmente foram feitas pra não durar, pra acabar mesmo e nunca mais terem volta. Eu posso escrever mil coisas que você nunca vai ler pelo simples fato de que eu não quero mostrar. Coisas além dessas.</span></span> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;">As duas partes da minha cabeça estão de acordo agora. Elas acham que você vai ser um babaca depois de ler isso.<span style=""> </span>Mas não importa.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">É que eu sinto falta.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">Uma falta estranha e que já devia ter sido curada por uma questão matemática. Um mês junto menos vários meses separados é igual a esquecimento. É exato. É natural. É assim que deveria ser. E seria assim se eu acreditasse mais em coincidência e conveniência e menos em destino. Se eu fosse mais ciências exatas e menos ciências humanas. E menos verdade. E menos sangue quente. E menos Lorena. E menos.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">Não adianta rezar de joelhos pro deus que eu acredito, não adianta aplicar os conselhos que recebi, não adianta beijar outros homens, não adianta dormir com eles. Nada adianta. Todas as vezes que estou sozinha eu penso nisso. Todas as vezes que estou (levemente) bêbada, eu penso nisso. Todas as vezes que quero alguma coisa, eu quero isso.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">E esqueci o meu passado.<span style=""> </span>Parece que tudo o que existia antes ficou opaco. Só isso parece real, apesar de ter certeza de que foi real só pra mim. Apesar de todos verem uma mentira que só eu acreditei.</p><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div><p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">O que quero com isso? Nada. Apenas registrar o fim de uma fase que a partir desse instante faço questão de encerrar. Só pra fechar o ano leal aos meus princípios.</p>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-7848101130552241362010-11-14T15:42:00.000-08:002010-11-14T15:46:03.695-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOB0Z1v4bdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qrI8fXyU6L0/s1600/derqwr.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 218px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TOB0Z1v4bdI/AAAAAAAAA8M/qrI8fXyU6L0/s400/derqwr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539555528939171282" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I think we'll never change</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">And our hearts will always separate.</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Forget about you</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">I’ll forget about you.</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">The things we never say</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Are better often left alone.</div><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">(...)</span><br /><br /> <div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">Leave it unspoken, leave it unspoken,</div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: justify;">leave it unspoken, leave it unspoken now...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: right;">hurts<br /></div></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-86597772945449413022010-11-07T14:22:00.000-08:002010-11-07T14:39:05.717-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNcqeHUszaI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Ml1tD4dJOJo/s1600/tumblr_lauqxgVWte1qaorjwo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNcqeHUszaI/AAAAAAAAA8E/Ml1tD4dJOJo/s400/tumblr_lauqxgVWte1qaorjwo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536940963725626786" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">A ironia maior de ainda amar você é não querer outra coisa além de deixá-lo ir.<br />Pra sempre.</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-47446258700782725492010-11-07T13:26:00.000-08:002010-11-07T14:17:45.216-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNcf2UfDtzI/AAAAAAAAA78/S-9_w1oXqUM/s1600/1038_hurts01.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 226px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNcf2UfDtzI/AAAAAAAAA78/S-9_w1oXqUM/s400/1038_hurts01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536929284947687218" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Para olhos que conseguem dizer, uma homenagem.</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-58550997430812585252010-11-02T06:08:00.000-07:002010-11-02T06:17:36.772-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNANpUFM7pI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QtvDneFT76Q/s1600/tumblr_l5c63pDV5C1qa499ao1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TNANpUFM7pI/AAAAAAAAA7c/QtvDneFT76Q/s400/tumblr_l5c63pDV5C1qa499ao1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534938945454665362" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: georgia;">02/11/2010</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:trebuchet ms;" class="quote" >"projeções: e amanhã, e depois? e trabalho, amor, moradia? o que vai acontecer? típico pensamento-nada-a-ver: sossega, o que vai acontecer acontecerá. relaxa, baby, e flui: barquinho na correnteza, deus dará. essas coisas meio piegas, meio burras, eu vinha pensando naquele dia. resolvi andar."<br /></span><div style="text-align: right; font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />caio fernando abreu<br /><br /><br /></div><span class="quote" style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">e livre. e sonho.</span><br /></span></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-67167337082674621342010-10-31T16:44:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:55:46.279-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM4AcEXIJVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ryXMIvg4Rt4/s1600/tumblr_l93sq1e9an1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM4AcEXIJVI/AAAAAAAAA7U/ryXMIvg4Rt4/s400/tumblr_l93sq1e9an1qa0nd6o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534361474292000082" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="quote">"(<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">...)e eu acho que é por isso que te escrevo, para cuidar de ti, para cuidar de mim - para não querer, violentamente não querer de maneira alguma ficar na sua memória, seu coração, sua cabeça, como uma sombra escura. perdoe a minha precariedade e as minhas tentativas inábeis, desajeitadas, de segurar a maçã no escuro. me queira bem."<br /><br /><br /></span></span> </div><div style="font-family: trebuchet ms; text-align: right;" class="source"> caio fernando abreu</div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-82516440081546418692010-10-31T16:07:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:14:16.086-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM34M_9HIaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Ok2DG2aGBbE/s1600/ryan-gosling2thumbnail.jpg"><br /></a><br /><br />NÃO CONSIGO MAIS ESCREVER.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ROTINA=BRAINWASH<br /><br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM34M_9HIaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Ok2DG2aGBbE/s1600/ryan-gosling2thumbnail.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM34M_9HIaI/AAAAAAAAA7M/Ok2DG2aGBbE/s400/ryan-gosling2thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534352419318079906" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ryan gosling para embelezar o vazio.</span></span><br /></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-16789577161718692682010-10-31T16:00:00.000-07:002010-10-31T16:04:36.946-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31duvWLoI/AAAAAAAAA68/DrDpKmWRtCA/s1600/fsgwry.JPG"><br /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31c3ZtZMI/AAAAAAAAA6s/CIciYXZFKF8/s1600/dfateyqt.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 233px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31c3ZtZMI/AAAAAAAAA6s/CIciYXZFKF8/s400/dfateyqt.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534349393365132482" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31dXVrT3I/AAAAAAAAA60/FHPOJ2yEphA/s1600/fssatftwqtr.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31dXVrT3I/AAAAAAAAA60/FHPOJ2yEphA/s400/fssatftwqtr.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534349401938153330" border="0" /></a><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31duvWLoI/AAAAAAAAA68/DrDpKmWRtCA/s1600/fsgwry.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 235px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM31duvWLoI/AAAAAAAAA68/DrDpKmWRtCA/s400/fsgwry.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534349408219836034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">HOJE É O DIA DE DESISTIR. DEFINITIVAMENTE.</span><br /></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-59778232314537735342010-10-31T13:12:00.000-07:002010-10-31T13:13:42.674-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM3NvJn01_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/WrVbiQPiKs0/s1600/ryan+gosling.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TM3NvJn01_I/AAAAAAAAA6k/WrVbiQPiKs0/s400/ryan+gosling.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534305727028713458" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br />penso nisso todos os dias da minha vida, não aguento mais.</span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-13011123603588093322010-10-28T16:27:00.000-07:002010-10-28T16:35:41.641-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TMoIqsdjWqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_ZCC9kVoKWI/s1600/yeu7537.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 217px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TMoIqsdjWqI/AAAAAAAAA6c/_ZCC9kVoKWI/s400/yeu7537.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533244621760715426" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now tell me what you mad about</span><br /> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I'm tired of developing nonsense</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <br />And if you were to leave me now</span> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"> <br />I probably do nothing to stop it ! ♫<br /></span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-12742210538280251512010-10-25T04:18:00.000-07:002010-10-25T04:24:50.920-07:00<span class="quote"> <span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><br /><br /><br />eu prefiro amar a mim mesma.</span><br /></span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-19441444959263907492010-10-24T16:19:00.000-07:002010-10-24T16:29:41.456-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TMTBNJ4sAyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/gKJVjs2SEAE/s1600/kkkk.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TMTBNJ4sAyI/AAAAAAAAA6M/gKJVjs2SEAE/s400/kkkk.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5531758674053956386" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TMTArv9yQwI/AAAAAAAAA6E/GbTr4c2XciY/s1600/Foto13.jpg"><br /></a><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lorena perdeu completamente a noção</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Lorena errou de novo</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Lorena terá que se reinventar</span>. <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />Lorena sempre piora as coisas.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Há dias que eu odeio a Lorena</span>.<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Lorena mata a Lorena.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Enterra o corpo dela com o passado.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Nasce de novo.</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">ps: isso não é um poema</span></span>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-38208998511294687942010-10-15T18:38:00.000-07:002010-10-15T18:42:19.254-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkC800LAyI/AAAAAAAAA50/fA0k05VUCTY/s1600/tumblr_l1llcpyJ0t1qar0v7o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 276px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkC800LAyI/AAAAAAAAA50/fA0k05VUCTY/s400/tumblr_l1llcpyJ0t1qar0v7o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528453261566870306" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCcSupA1I/AAAAAAAAA5s/k1q1CgZf_B0/s1600/tumblr_l4riqkFhkN1qzt8yio1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 289px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCcSupA1I/AAAAAAAAA5s/k1q1CgZf_B0/s400/tumblr_l4riqkFhkN1qzt8yio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452702661051218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCb3it5MI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ignKQqcLFtc/s1600/tumblr_l4p635B4Yj1qzt8yio1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCb3it5MI/AAAAAAAAA5k/ignKQqcLFtc/s400/tumblr_l4p635B4Yj1qzt8yio1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452695363282114" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCbTUuaFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/UnJI_tbfXo8/s1600/tumblr_l5y4r1ssdV1qzh5j8o1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLkCbTUuaFI/AAAAAAAAA5c/UnJI_tbfXo8/s400/tumblr_l5y4r1ssdV1qzh5j8o1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528452685640919122" border="0" /></a><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;" ><br />just a little scared to be lonely</span><br /></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-50892805181388433492010-10-15T18:27:00.001-07:002010-10-15T18:27:26.062-07:00ESSE BLOG VAI ACABAR.Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-82458332333204211302010-10-10T17:57:00.000-07:002010-10-10T18:05:35.601-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLJhxoDibTI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ldTcGvPN8Oo/s1600/r+aqrw.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 285px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLJhxoDibTI/AAAAAAAAA4s/ldTcGvPN8Oo/s400/r+aqrw.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526587197930761522" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >eu queria querer te amar o amor</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >construirmos dulcíssima prisão</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >encontrar a mais justa adequação</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >tudo métrica e rima e nunca dor</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >mas a vida é real e de viés</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >e vê só que cilada o amor me armou</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >eu te quero e não queres como sou</span><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >não te quero e não queres como és</span><br /><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >ah, bruta flor do querer...</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">[nós não temos fotos.]</span></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-42409266977269668082010-10-10T17:48:00.000-07:002010-10-10T18:05:16.953-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLJguhPUSvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VOp3pHr5SxU/s1600/DSC00381.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLJguhPUSvI/AAAAAAAAA4k/VOp3pHr5SxU/s400/DSC00381.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526586045049883378" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TLJfkwxq5mI/AAAAAAAAA4U/K_tAQsznE3Q/s1600/DSC00362.JPG"><br /></a><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >You want me, well, come on and break the door down</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:100%;">You want me, fucking come on and break the door down</span><br /><br /><div style="height: 33px; text-align: justify;font-family:trebuchet ms;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" >I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready...</span><br /></div><span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span><br /><div style="text-align: right;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">talk show host - radiohead</span><br /></div></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2528883307337804030.post-37867311669140240322010-10-05T17:49:00.000-07:002010-10-07T07:02:46.679-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TKvLvwaH77I/AAAAAAAAA30/tfCIrPOSOpg/s1600/tumblr_l6uerb55tz1qabohoo1_500.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3b2DLIOIE2Y/TKvLvwaH77I/AAAAAAAAA30/tfCIrPOSOpg/s400/tumblr_l6uerb55tz1qabohoo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524733389208809394" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><br />merdinha de vida,vidinha de merda.</span><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">vontade de não abrir o olhos.</span><br /></div>Lorena S.http://www.blogger.com/profile/17091481016766030281noreply@blogger.com0