tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25891285193660498182024-03-05T12:43:10.419-08:00No silêncio profundo da vidaSandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.comBlogger156125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-24073854202258336092011-07-18T14:52:00.000-07:002011-07-18T14:52:44.869-07:00Ansiedade...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX2g3yVHR-OxR4f4ZblFJgJ_WG-z7nvC-LvaoqXmy9w8ohln0YkZUR6md_tJezjIaivmPlS5kHkEB6DTfhqkDeXIoIIi1GqAfKm8zV9y9ZwRarGQL5l_JP_LOTivgp-IaUox9fkybqCSC/s1600/ansiedadeC.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="208" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghX2g3yVHR-OxR4f4ZblFJgJ_WG-z7nvC-LvaoqXmy9w8ohln0YkZUR6md_tJezjIaivmPlS5kHkEB6DTfhqkDeXIoIIi1GqAfKm8zV9y9ZwRarGQL5l_JP_LOTivgp-IaUox9fkybqCSC/s320/ansiedadeC.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">É quando o querer quer vencer a qualquer custo,</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">e isso causa um estrago aqui dentro da gente.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Autora: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Sandra Ribeiro</span></span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-53402824647232504782011-07-16T16:19:00.000-07:002011-07-16T17:06:56.718-07:00Meu amor é pequeno.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8a0cpDxlmlwuXIvzAP8wbFnai5SbXFZR3nEvugMlyYkNW1KFZTOo2MA_PJ0H-Y_JZW5NnTj-_qouMhnWHsfVwpfDtK-PgVuGizgeo7XSvSYgDW22Khu9J-iP0pY-NM8qReLMWb9Fxqsw-/s1600/essa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8a0cpDxlmlwuXIvzAP8wbFnai5SbXFZR3nEvugMlyYkNW1KFZTOo2MA_PJ0H-Y_JZW5NnTj-_qouMhnWHsfVwpfDtK-PgVuGizgeo7XSvSYgDW22Khu9J-iP0pY-NM8qReLMWb9Fxqsw-/s400/essa.jpg" width="366" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ele não é suficiente para preencher o</div><div style="text-align: center;"> espaço vago entre as estrelas...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autora:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> Sandra Ribeiro</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-53680030347792442712011-07-14T16:06:00.000-07:002011-07-14T16:06:36.839-07:00Amantes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHQVtCx2IOvKfkVWZr_MMq9VOxtww_Tmdb8ktFKVTKkOkg-waf90L1GfJtTLyu4qqMdQc7oTqGjnkpzpAD8QW9YbKjFqxGdk6CJoMDpR_4vo2pCOai8iD3GkCw0pvo2ykTbO7EXHK_znn/s1600/0337_by_amsterdam_jazz-d3g2uqx.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQHQVtCx2IOvKfkVWZr_MMq9VOxtww_Tmdb8ktFKVTKkOkg-waf90L1GfJtTLyu4qqMdQc7oTqGjnkpzpAD8QW9YbKjFqxGdk6CJoMDpR_4vo2pCOai8iD3GkCw0pvo2ykTbO7EXHK_znn/s400/0337_by_amsterdam_jazz-d3g2uqx.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Não há nada mais interessante,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> do que a conversa de dois amantes </div><div style="text-align: center;">em meio a um profundo silêncio.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autor: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Tounier</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-87590233996953579912011-07-13T04:44:00.000-07:002011-07-13T04:44:08.249-07:00Minhas pegadas silenciosas...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01A1rjUWddlBLH2LNbSUr7idCC38xnx3JyAzA0ZTOGBmF1h-1bJIb4GCW4mk2ZeMHvSN0o83Dz0bhzemrA6RpWFYPDohecBTOgpXamnDjWB_MNf-Vd4_sPbk8KWa-KqZiwgo4I8xScWUJ/s1600/tumblr_lhaihfQuUa1qe0hneo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi01A1rjUWddlBLH2LNbSUr7idCC38xnx3JyAzA0ZTOGBmF1h-1bJIb4GCW4mk2ZeMHvSN0o83Dz0bhzemrA6RpWFYPDohecBTOgpXamnDjWB_MNf-Vd4_sPbk8KWa-KqZiwgo4I8xScWUJ/s320/tumblr_lhaihfQuUa1qe0hneo1_500_large.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Estou caminhando lentamente sem fazer barulho,</div><div style="text-align: center;">não é por não saber que direção seguir,</div><div style="text-align: center;">é para que não ouçam o som dos meus passos,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e assim não possam me seguir...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autora:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> Sandra Ribeiro</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-30480108565414059642011-07-12T10:32:00.000-07:002011-08-06T14:42:28.992-07:00Lutas!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDumBKiuoE-PjVoAwG-gGjY62vHRunu68cJ4nyN5Ofd_OI6mGN8PWzG4X3cxv9Vsrn6-t9k-mRWuAGD8vR1uWFHZvg0HwKERGyaH9TXvMOpM5LlLCdN7nlluLqTu6LH4YWYegHXiKrJ5n2/s1600/felicidade-521x329.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="252" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDumBKiuoE-PjVoAwG-gGjY62vHRunu68cJ4nyN5Ofd_OI6mGN8PWzG4X3cxv9Vsrn6-t9k-mRWuAGD8vR1uWFHZvg0HwKERGyaH9TXvMOpM5LlLCdN7nlluLqTu6LH4YWYegHXiKrJ5n2/s400/felicidade-521x329.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Como poucos, eu conheci as lutas e as tempestades.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Como poucos eu amei a palavra liberdade,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e por ela briguei.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-51401452107580371492011-07-10T16:15:00.000-07:002011-07-10T16:15:42.600-07:00Saudade...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jXWfvUyjYzH1gzcxW_MRJWp-mjKf4BoXkmVXT4UE48gPZfrIKZDYs92Jzl-UvrB84sAo0xha4Ec8mUsqAcWHRvYTEPKjf07ZUXkERl_h-AZ7WuoggJfnaRnkK7NKyVVN4PPrgJjLqXK0/s1600/sandra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7jXWfvUyjYzH1gzcxW_MRJWp-mjKf4BoXkmVXT4UE48gPZfrIKZDYs92Jzl-UvrB84sAo0xha4Ec8mUsqAcWHRvYTEPKjf07ZUXkERl_h-AZ7WuoggJfnaRnkK7NKyVVN4PPrgJjLqXK0/s400/sandra.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Digo teu nome para mim baixinho,</div><div style="text-align: center;">iludindo a saudade e a solidão...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autor: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">J.G. De Araujo Jorge</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-23902097839364070312011-07-06T04:18:00.000-07:002011-07-06T04:18:36.137-07:00Depressão<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOVX05hzLKkClfNUdO9_k-kNu9ILG1HCc5uNNszueYQi1jbm3j-gLkMvrJK6APjdYN80GsUPyzOhNjNOUyCLchnpzlWPLdG68L_QLbBzLxOgpHPiKMAImmoOJPUw_X86jhPDxxsRYEJYq/s1600/MIM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVOVX05hzLKkClfNUdO9_k-kNu9ILG1HCc5uNNszueYQi1jbm3j-gLkMvrJK6APjdYN80GsUPyzOhNjNOUyCLchnpzlWPLdG68L_QLbBzLxOgpHPiKMAImmoOJPUw_X86jhPDxxsRYEJYq/s400/MIM.jpg" width="266" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Depressão é quando amanhece</div><div style="text-align: center;">e a sua vida se recusa a despertar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">E no espaço entre sonho e vida,</div><div style="text-align: center;">nenhuma luz ousa penetrar.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autora: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Sandra Ribeiro</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-80298770962916197882011-07-04T08:39:00.000-07:002011-07-04T08:39:18.101-07:00Perto em Espírito!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M5Gpudcb_AZQFGpUzpVCXditxR44k1HjtrqDNoPNXn8mu6BPU2wmjtnOTOSxKC0eaSA_5HchqD1XLAwirQxJQG6si9S0oEg7egY0CotSdlKwgJypd8pdZQ7FvI0J8AMihq5dIS7eMDBn/s1600/parfume__by_m0thyyku-d3hxbxw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5M5Gpudcb_AZQFGpUzpVCXditxR44k1HjtrqDNoPNXn8mu6BPU2wmjtnOTOSxKC0eaSA_5HchqD1XLAwirQxJQG6si9S0oEg7egY0CotSdlKwgJypd8pdZQ7FvI0J8AMihq5dIS7eMDBn/s400/parfume__by_m0thyyku-d3hxbxw.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Conhecer alguém aqui e ali que pensa e sente como nós, </div><div style="text-align: center;">e que embora distante, está perto em espírito, </div><div style="text-align: center;">eis o que faz da Terra um jardim habitado.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(Goethe)</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-13205806814200609702011-07-02T14:51:00.000-07:002011-07-02T14:51:23.084-07:00Para onde ir?<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNZwnaHRxNhgCSTe7a4oF_ShFMsj03kqPTV2fPfirJRDgV8VKc8bxsELLtpo5jqIZJURIL1uo7i2pCd8rPiA8zoQjybJGcI2kiug9c8XIWwQJC7Qz9VSLhM3hRFDcDzionlI5qDDoyxoj/s1600/VELEIRO.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRNZwnaHRxNhgCSTe7a4oF_ShFMsj03kqPTV2fPfirJRDgV8VKc8bxsELLtpo5jqIZJURIL1uo7i2pCd8rPiA8zoQjybJGcI2kiug9c8XIWwQJC7Qz9VSLhM3hRFDcDzionlI5qDDoyxoj/s400/VELEIRO.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">...porque talvez se eu estivesse no controle,</div><div style="text-align: center;">eu nem saberia para onde ir.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Talvez ficasse à deriva, desejando novamente</div><div style="text-align: center;">que alguém tomasse o leme da minha vida.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autora: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Sandra Ribeiro </span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-64098517134545615332011-07-01T10:21:00.000-07:002011-07-01T10:21:21.251-07:00Chegou a hora!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFowwwpB6OyKHefJgFoKv8zm_xpuy9PEGHbM0SI0c_xZKLYsIWXu8pzvVET-Ah0Q7yQQuVIy65Tc7NJ0xzEw-QQo4vxSC-B6vpxvTIVvs3bH1tZdVPdvUSepFo4-aqTXtn2zoGK_QdyNWn/s1600/partir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="301" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFowwwpB6OyKHefJgFoKv8zm_xpuy9PEGHbM0SI0c_xZKLYsIWXu8pzvVET-Ah0Q7yQQuVIy65Tc7NJ0xzEw-QQo4vxSC-B6vpxvTIVvs3bH1tZdVPdvUSepFo4-aqTXtn2zoGK_QdyNWn/s400/partir.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Um dia é preciso parar de sonhar,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> e de algum modo, partir.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Amyr Klink )</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-32283943766476234802011-06-28T04:12:00.000-07:002011-06-28T04:12:20.659-07:00Páginas Rasgadas<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4uv8FEAotp4lHeBD8hRGyd17rp85WK15fHCVooeSS1yaOlsLKw-Fo9oBOmKsifKpq3JqBnvkDZ47mCAUmni0IMQHJ9UJfWdi2ynOkVRtqs03y2Dc32BCVcT6jAcSw_9iQUpPQdTSGnoM/s1600/LI.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP4uv8FEAotp4lHeBD8hRGyd17rp85WK15fHCVooeSS1yaOlsLKw-Fo9oBOmKsifKpq3JqBnvkDZ47mCAUmni0IMQHJ9UJfWdi2ynOkVRtqs03y2Dc32BCVcT6jAcSw_9iQUpPQdTSGnoM/s320/LI.jpg" width="299" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Posso comparar nosso amor à um livro,</div><div style="text-align: center;">desses que encontramos abandonado,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e no meio da leitura percebemos que</div><div style="text-align: center;">faltam páginas, e desistimos de ler.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Porque ler sem compreender, é perder tempo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Autora:<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"> Sandra Ribeiro</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-51252131845170288532011-06-27T04:07:00.000-07:002011-06-27T04:07:33.165-07:00Quando calo a minha dor...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsr0vxBM-oUsUdZZMsJr254m-L0i7QVC3PstY_L_5OndtXtTY2_MT4uEgcGCjGFoloG8HDje8JItVaIZwm86UuUUHaU08a_kxIGk3KKdxT9a4rcSoLne8oUZ8qeLzWcmIH1IZjIXncwWD/s1600/hush_by_dragonoflust-d37bjd2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimsr0vxBM-oUsUdZZMsJr254m-L0i7QVC3PstY_L_5OndtXtTY2_MT4uEgcGCjGFoloG8HDje8JItVaIZwm86UuUUHaU08a_kxIGk3KKdxT9a4rcSoLne8oUZ8qeLzWcmIH1IZjIXncwWD/s400/hush_by_dragonoflust-d37bjd2.jpg" width="310" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-28679474614275250352011-06-25T05:38:00.000-07:002011-06-25T05:38:29.422-07:00Ainda há vida!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWST_Ayh5sQF6kfDF54fG_9o4l_Rnfyde3dCwQviCANWKMPHpGpFEovM6U-7IvtFzmyDgbDLUxbVZYirk3TAM01XeDBwXBVEWLfOtApxCm4VNUFFbqRBpPARvovvXfgCuG0tlxWElzrSMK/s1600/LAM.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWST_Ayh5sQF6kfDF54fG_9o4l_Rnfyde3dCwQviCANWKMPHpGpFEovM6U-7IvtFzmyDgbDLUxbVZYirk3TAM01XeDBwXBVEWLfOtApxCm4VNUFFbqRBpPARvovvXfgCuG0tlxWElzrSMK/s400/LAM.jpg" width="302" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mas se você observar bem, verá que há vida dentro dela.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Ainda que ninguém saiba por quanto tempo irá</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">resistir, a vida que há agora está repleta de luz.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Autora: <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">Sandra Ribeiro</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-77412446406139472322011-06-24T15:22:00.000-07:002011-06-24T15:22:11.395-07:00A espera e o tempo...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQn7fGdzlR4iJ8zHKJr9Rv7WN9M-KEGnVat9lC-rfSChYSKVVA0Z0yXvSNEBAw5-zO-HNukvVeaRwxTME1WuYHBxOJgpIV7B4FfzT0TybU1i4LD-oswekwMa3XGHhV17c3MiA45SpbTlD/s1600/horas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="289" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVQn7fGdzlR4iJ8zHKJr9Rv7WN9M-KEGnVat9lC-rfSChYSKVVA0Z0yXvSNEBAw5-zO-HNukvVeaRwxTME1WuYHBxOJgpIV7B4FfzT0TybU1i4LD-oswekwMa3XGHhV17c3MiA45SpbTlD/s320/horas.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Até o tempo cansou de esperar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Está inerte, sem saber das suas horas,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">alheio aos que ainda esperam.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Pouco importa ao tempo,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">quantas lágrimas derrama quem espera...</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-48162695563978895932011-06-23T03:28:00.000-07:002011-06-23T03:28:20.863-07:00Onde estou...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOrU9aHLwN5UJInLU96Sw2OwbKLlvJ5trgsstt4E0QYGbGISxePHVZh7x0hNpE3hFtB4Xq_zsrd_sN0bCtU3-4NF5JnEFDH0bkYtAiHNtJqNUuRi5WTjMmOdqDj8bASS0AkGOkcdqoeL6/s1600/Bertioga.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="296" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsOrU9aHLwN5UJInLU96Sw2OwbKLlvJ5trgsstt4E0QYGbGISxePHVZh7x0hNpE3hFtB4Xq_zsrd_sN0bCtU3-4NF5JnEFDH0bkYtAiHNtJqNUuRi5WTjMmOdqDj8bASS0AkGOkcdqoeL6/s400/Bertioga.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aqui nesta praia onde não há nenhum vestígio de impureza.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Aqui o tempo apaixonadamente encontra a própria liberdade.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Sophia de Mello Breyner Andresen )</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">(foto de Bertioga, litoral SP)</div><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-21234136292741912782011-06-21T04:24:00.000-07:002011-06-21T04:24:26.068-07:00Dor<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pM5uPngFXCmZfoIbRYV2ZMnlGjfQEX62DPd0UuRp9m-PIvVUR5Plwjbte_uMBlKYiqCkipb5U58y5Hl3C1DXobduEDbTiRNauyfsCJpF62bCu7uGX62umwFMzBgh9DU0lLkw88w12uZY/s1600/tumblr_lm8zu8vLxj1qadm87o1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3pM5uPngFXCmZfoIbRYV2ZMnlGjfQEX62DPd0UuRp9m-PIvVUR5Plwjbte_uMBlKYiqCkipb5U58y5Hl3C1DXobduEDbTiRNauyfsCJpF62bCu7uGX62umwFMzBgh9DU0lLkw88w12uZY/s400/tumblr_lm8zu8vLxj1qadm87o1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Mas para onde vá levarei o teu olhar, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">e para onde caminhes levarás a minha dor.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Pablo Neruda )</span></div><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-85755520557447889782011-06-20T04:58:00.000-07:002011-06-20T04:58:34.318-07:00Sem palavras<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybP-MjR46TKdtgK6g3jtsaX7eR-x-_c-QaMnaZiSlhBQk3IMdwJSBYBHoaND8Ea1BbD1ZkAIx61uE3kbCTP_yqxietflj1ExVP9D_oyTwJpJjJ1JNeZvWwkv0guEu3V6XGnxYFrFUA_cb/s1600/AMOR.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgybP-MjR46TKdtgK6g3jtsaX7eR-x-_c-QaMnaZiSlhBQk3IMdwJSBYBHoaND8Ea1BbD1ZkAIx61uE3kbCTP_yqxietflj1ExVP9D_oyTwJpJjJ1JNeZvWwkv0guEu3V6XGnxYFrFUA_cb/s400/AMOR.jpg" width="341" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Não precisa dizer nada,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"> deixe que eu leia o amor em seus olhos.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-29528553481250895582011-06-18T03:29:00.000-07:002011-06-18T03:29:22.037-07:00Você foi...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeWKy7hnh9J7_lp-LJ9rnaubW6lv-oxEYTihyphenhyphenA3OpPsXuBKq5drYa6YPlFUEmptHnlp58I64Gd_QFHHVmGz-e_hnwO1xSQ4zvQckmgJuIdvbp5lf4AXce9bDfeBJV6Y_uy_7STX8fLJc2/s1600/tumblr_lk35ujeLUq1qeb1xzo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyeWKy7hnh9J7_lp-LJ9rnaubW6lv-oxEYTihyphenhyphenA3OpPsXuBKq5drYa6YPlFUEmptHnlp58I64Gd_QFHHVmGz-e_hnwO1xSQ4zvQckmgJuIdvbp5lf4AXce9bDfeBJV6Y_uy_7STX8fLJc2/s400/tumblr_lk35ujeLUq1qeb1xzo1_500_large.jpg" width="276" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"></div><div style="text-align: center;">Você foi a esperança nos meus dias de solidão,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> a angústia dos meus instantes de dúvida, </div><div style="text-align: center;">a certeza nos momentos de fé. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(Paulo Coelho)</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-2594788802880396272011-06-17T04:02:00.000-07:002011-06-17T04:02:30.632-07:00Ainda...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlziHcqCguLqEQnaL5Mwz6DMVprgalh_lBQUW9cfw_PUGlEXmJNvKuqal_oXh01gpWyuJY8gNYHZbh5sEOIlCT7uOhFcKIG2DvuqN6NEAOGPb-aS6ondU7ss3ALTWPXaIwR3J1-akk2I6/s1600/tumblr_ldf4iyVeiL1qczgi2o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzlziHcqCguLqEQnaL5Mwz6DMVprgalh_lBQUW9cfw_PUGlEXmJNvKuqal_oXh01gpWyuJY8gNYHZbh5sEOIlCT7uOhFcKIG2DvuqN6NEAOGPb-aS6ondU7ss3ALTWPXaIwR3J1-akk2I6/s400/tumblr_ldf4iyVeiL1qczgi2o1_400.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda ouço a melodia em meus sonhos.</div><div style="text-align: center;">Ainda espero pelo som da voz que me encantava.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Sandra Ribeiro )</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-22383177008803320522011-06-16T04:45:00.000-07:002011-06-16T04:45:50.444-07:00Falsidade.<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUexXdAERro5B91USf-TNG2mSbUczOLRX95bg32zcvOVY053aKDlC-XupwET19-62ofdiTz8F_0bp-BLKb5aQESg5W_NZOV_UyKu29Vjp42Ibu4skLnDQHqopTZ4jY1IPOyXJTBMw_0CK/s1600/i_can_see_you_by_maddyphotos-d1r9i9e.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="327" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggUexXdAERro5B91USf-TNG2mSbUczOLRX95bg32zcvOVY053aKDlC-XupwET19-62ofdiTz8F_0bp-BLKb5aQESg5W_NZOV_UyKu29Vjp42Ibu4skLnDQHqopTZ4jY1IPOyXJTBMw_0CK/s400/i_can_see_you_by_maddyphotos-d1r9i9e.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"Há falsidades disfarçadas que simulam tão bem a verdade, </div><div style="text-align: center;">que seria um erro pensar que nunca seremos enganados por elas."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">(François Rochefoucauld)</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-64345416287408984602011-06-15T03:46:00.000-07:002011-06-15T03:46:35.471-07:00Deixa o vento levar...<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XB7Y7xYvXWK3LiUeAqbXUuRMET4qMrd5q_LyxnT4efWXcSpyVBbh0jnCbTYmheJeUgcrkGfVXP7cQez0C5stT_dI8lHaxp49usj6rmC30Hf-YfEKDo_BYlcS9dnuTYl3lCw2IXOfQTfc/s1600/tumblr_lfmxhlD7n31qef21ko1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9XB7Y7xYvXWK3LiUeAqbXUuRMET4qMrd5q_LyxnT4efWXcSpyVBbh0jnCbTYmheJeUgcrkGfVXP7cQez0C5stT_dI8lHaxp49usj6rmC30Hf-YfEKDo_BYlcS9dnuTYl3lCw2IXOfQTfc/s400/tumblr_lfmxhlD7n31qef21ko1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Hoje eu quero que o vento leve os pensamentos ruins para longe,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que fiquem apenas os bons, aqueles que são responsáveis</div><div style="text-align: center;">pela esperança de dias melhores...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Sandra Ribeiro )</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-61676774737543220522011-06-12T15:10:00.000-07:002011-06-12T15:10:33.582-07:00Teus olhos entristecem<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmIdE6IWqNnuCVuObriJkRnomVeu3w48zU97Zy2V4BxRZOZ49A55dtABELBPdiiOdlf0FJLNAbtPciJFNd-WmIvaDCkNM9pUFsCVtFDD1cvCpGlAFvtxdQK1Z25_4_5WYN85Rc4fy9Lak/s1600/Can__t_Look_You_In_The_Eyes_by_LyDeea.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="265" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvmIdE6IWqNnuCVuObriJkRnomVeu3w48zU97Zy2V4BxRZOZ49A55dtABELBPdiiOdlf0FJLNAbtPciJFNd-WmIvaDCkNM9pUFsCVtFDD1cvCpGlAFvtxdQK1Z25_4_5WYN85Rc4fy9Lak/s400/Can__t_Look_You_In_The_Eyes_by_LyDeea.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Nem ouves o que digo. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Dormem, sonham esquecem... </div><div style="text-align: center;">Não me ouves, e prossigo. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Fernando Pessoa )</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-14299650168667287692011-06-11T03:46:00.000-07:002011-06-11T03:46:55.762-07:00Se por acaso voltar...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6UFP6R9-tUuiLcGl2TQCzLxns2SwMXPzmI6sYq_4YRS1n3j-NPhDf6XcbVbRYizgDrSVGWXHs7nllCtDvyRCukpfDqoorGW28CdZREA-BPCPL8MLPSqLhcqsIQo7bhCYvmWFIa6n6VjX/s1600/broken_beyond_all_repair__by_aziot-d2yrcv6.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju6UFP6R9-tUuiLcGl2TQCzLxns2SwMXPzmI6sYq_4YRS1n3j-NPhDf6XcbVbRYizgDrSVGWXHs7nllCtDvyRCukpfDqoorGW28CdZREA-BPCPL8MLPSqLhcqsIQo7bhCYvmWFIa6n6VjX/s400/broken_beyond_all_repair__by_aziot-d2yrcv6.jpg" width="393" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Um pedaço do seu coração ficou comigo</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">quando partiu, estou cuidando dele,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">para te devolver caso algum dia resolva voltar.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;">( Sandra Ribeiro )</span></div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-40781975995604569792011-06-10T04:47:00.000-07:002011-06-10T04:47:19.656-07:00Amizade<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqDOnwgQxUNiaFDD0_fMCCgW2nJ3pZwCemE-N-Kd_I-D7JTX4BxSiS67bdX801JF8qANLqIMd9EmjMkI3i-1iXz5rM6ydOPRL09VwM93NNAyPNPt9e1rNxYhoAPOvF4Y1HQZZXFrUUIAE/s1600/tumblr_lmjpz7IRE61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="267" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUqDOnwgQxUNiaFDD0_fMCCgW2nJ3pZwCemE-N-Kd_I-D7JTX4BxSiS67bdX801JF8qANLqIMd9EmjMkI3i-1iXz5rM6ydOPRL09VwM93NNAyPNPt9e1rNxYhoAPOvF4Y1HQZZXFrUUIAE/s400/tumblr_lmjpz7IRE61qb5buto1_500_large.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amigo é quem entende os nossos segredos,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">mas não se limitam só a ouví-los, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">manifestam a opinião, mesmo que seja contrária à nossa.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Amigo é quem tem a coragem de nos dizer verdades,</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">que vindo de outros, nos magoaria.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Sandra Ribeirohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11002500569558310755noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2589128519366049818.post-92216549827751702402011-06-09T05:04:00.000-07:002011-06-09T05:06:54.530-07:00Me conheça!<div style="text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpY5a-WA12tURbMNVL65QwiiGOFOhyefpsTEKEU7wcMNiKDoVEzh-79rdzwXPpTCWmyWT75Mw7UxbWf2SMmLf7_i0gYd_k35KydjM9zU4p8xqoxdRK2NcoMYfV0jVoR9cnB3P7fabbJWu0/s1600/1323543180_5_tv6z_large.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpY5a-WA12tURbMNVL65QwiiGOFOhyefpsTEKEU7wcMNiKDoVEzh-79rdzwXPpTCWmyWT75Mw7UxbWf2SMmLf7_i0gYd_k35KydjM9zU4p8xqoxdRK2NcoMYfV0jVoR9cnB3P7fabbJWu0/s400/1323543180_5_tv6z_large.jpeg" width="265" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Parei de dizer que ninguém me entende.</div><div style="text-align: center;">A realidade é que eu não permitia que me conhecessem,</div><div style="text-align: center;">e só é possível entender, aquilo que conhecemos.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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