tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60740082985020342522024-03-05T17:26:03.099-08:00...Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.comBlogger1465125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-77911922746797715752012-05-20T08:53:00.002-07:002012-05-20T08:54:44.430-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6uOhfeKB_iTz6UwZAs-6TANKv212X4uUjfpaYe-XZd-Nj8mwPsu2ewbQLNvQ9TXjfLp5U45YSlH2QCXSi76mArKA22IDCHriIedOzfHpiYlx-uX06v9RZqL-usKvWZUFIU4cJCB-Jfc/s1600/3769.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgH6uOhfeKB_iTz6UwZAs-6TANKv212X4uUjfpaYe-XZd-Nj8mwPsu2ewbQLNvQ9TXjfLp5U45YSlH2QCXSi76mArKA22IDCHriIedOzfHpiYlx-uX06v9RZqL-usKvWZUFIU4cJCB-Jfc/s320/3769.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744644498281279346" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Ama-me pelo que sou, pelo bem que faço a ti. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Ama-me sem muito apego, sem muitas perguntas. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Eu raramente me explico, dar explicações me cansa.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Ama-me simplesmente... isto me basta.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-71873996914805804282012-05-20T08:51:00.001-07:002012-05-20T08:52:49.292-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaWKGeAV-3L8qtRCEWXlhwpogIMoh7Tv9oACGdLgZME39ozlI8MOQWjwoKomhoJycSFspSBsErZo1Xtez08XIWL6HgCcctQk3W7J2agf4nvtoSI1-QkjguqADRGUZ3jSC1PTGlyLuHFE/s1600/3215.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqaWKGeAV-3L8qtRCEWXlhwpogIMoh7Tv9oACGdLgZME39ozlI8MOQWjwoKomhoJycSFspSBsErZo1Xtez08XIWL6HgCcctQk3W7J2agf4nvtoSI1-QkjguqADRGUZ3jSC1PTGlyLuHFE/s320/3215.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744644015831024146" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Não preciso deste amor regrado, medido.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Preciso de um amor intenso que me invada</span></b></div><div><b><span >por inteiro, que inunde de alegria minha </span></b></div><div><b><span >alma de menina.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-44395016284983940442012-05-20T08:50:00.001-07:002012-05-20T08:51:29.331-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jpeOJxUb56LybIt30vWViHdVJYHzuFurSQj4PSHhXfqV_rvI1AxXveLGMGcc0LU2oF4aNoM9CdKLOYX41YNQFpiH_EtJmoIHY1aI2SdoHaEM-wHNcJTMpepGGtp2YuDWQb34QKmCiBA/s1600/3647.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3jpeOJxUb56LybIt30vWViHdVJYHzuFurSQj4PSHhXfqV_rvI1AxXveLGMGcc0LU2oF4aNoM9CdKLOYX41YNQFpiH_EtJmoIHY1aI2SdoHaEM-wHNcJTMpepGGtp2YuDWQb34QKmCiBA/s320/3647.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744643674330856018" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Se fraquejei algum dia foi por sentir dor </span></b></div><div><b><span >demais. Mas não me permito sucumbir </span></b></div><div><b><span >diante de nada , nem de ninguém.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Tenho em minhas mãos o controle de</span></b></div><div><b><span >todas minhas emoções, apanho, volto,</span></b></div><div><b><span >não costumo erguer bandeira branca.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Nasci na luta, e assim será por toda a </span></b></div><div><b><span >minha vida. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-73712185672343590932012-05-20T08:49:00.002-07:002012-05-20T08:50:35.928-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MBJb1F7dCTfoCgwyVpjnygK7daOE2b7U67cO2jKzMQlfqzdbravJALdcQV3jUEfiBaIE7nMtRvOV_Tisukr_kYVaSlTCAabHqsUH5U6JrR79FjArK282KtNNDBrHe0EueSxL4Bc8RuA/s1600/2738.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4MBJb1F7dCTfoCgwyVpjnygK7daOE2b7U67cO2jKzMQlfqzdbravJALdcQV3jUEfiBaIE7nMtRvOV_Tisukr_kYVaSlTCAabHqsUH5U6JrR79FjArK282KtNNDBrHe0EueSxL4Bc8RuA/s320/2738.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744643422187542978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Quero tudo e mais um pouco.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Quero um mundo de bons sentimentos</span></b></div><div><b><span >esparramados dentro de mim.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Quero levar alegria e paz por onde eu</span></b></div><div><b><span >andar.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Quero ter a alegria para sorrir a cada</span></b></div><div><b><span >amanhecer.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Afinal, viver é magnífico !</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-68862215536819731432012-05-20T08:47:00.002-07:002012-05-20T08:49:16.346-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAOBz3_k6kOPIGqfz_UNoucU7exYW5WjuETIu9R_WZQ_iv5RaaJJr7XRBNOa_Kkh3mmS37IgGGo_aMxVIDHedF2fSWgOWy0qBU85CSDqwEl2vhp0NR537LZHp1JodSKNgey4ccwaws3w/s1600/3205.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZAOBz3_k6kOPIGqfz_UNoucU7exYW5WjuETIu9R_WZQ_iv5RaaJJr7XRBNOa_Kkh3mmS37IgGGo_aMxVIDHedF2fSWgOWy0qBU85CSDqwEl2vhp0NR537LZHp1JodSKNgey4ccwaws3w/s320/3205.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744643100140845410" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Vida Minha</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Vida, escuta-me! Não se faça de desentendida, </span></b></div><div><b><span >nem vire teu rosto e me ouça. Nunca te pedi </span></b></div><div><b><span >muito, sempre te levei na boa, mas tens me </span></b></div><div><b><span >machucado, tens feito meu coração trombar </span></b></div><div><b><span >em desilusões, apelei geral...</span></b></div><div><b><span >Agora quem manda aqui sou eu, só preciso de </span></b></div><div><b><span >ti para morar em mim, dos meus sentimentos</span></b></div><div><b><span >cuido eu.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-15345588025361661282012-05-20T08:41:00.001-07:002012-05-20T08:43:33.494-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5s1qVgk8d4ia8uhemNibgAoU0t9FSRK0cShTaMXtj3yb4i65GLe_JlhUcxr5HNV9pzoH0aJO-OWsiuEVUSQRmurvjbbMc22CKuvzFUb7bE_XyPPDklFvEjADvZft1FjzoqA8iZUZCOyw/s1600/3235.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 222px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5s1qVgk8d4ia8uhemNibgAoU0t9FSRK0cShTaMXtj3yb4i65GLe_JlhUcxr5HNV9pzoH0aJO-OWsiuEVUSQRmurvjbbMc22CKuvzFUb7bE_XyPPDklFvEjADvZft1FjzoqA8iZUZCOyw/s320/3235.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744641634806552978" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Viver é mágico, extremamente lindo.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Acordar pela manhã e fazer a própria </span></b></div><div><b><span >história acontecer. Isto me encanta !</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-44263101017251840702012-05-20T08:40:00.002-07:002012-05-20T08:41:49.266-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_AV7LQk92YRVF22k7WPLhE56dut4UUeQW8t_dWRTUDID3fDPQN_HsdPdBFAkuNKtl_zM67WFPB2znHO69Ysz65qdH9WIzZ7R6g8P-HHvGC04Ib1LN-MlIy2sYmpalvwymfNYZJLBWbw/s1600/2804.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 211px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgw_AV7LQk92YRVF22k7WPLhE56dut4UUeQW8t_dWRTUDID3fDPQN_HsdPdBFAkuNKtl_zM67WFPB2znHO69Ysz65qdH9WIzZ7R6g8P-HHvGC04Ib1LN-MlIy2sYmpalvwymfNYZJLBWbw/s320/2804.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744641178912397618" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Se me deres tua mão ficará mais fácil</span></b></div><div><b><span >caminhar. Sempre gostei de caminhar </span></b></div><div><b><span >sozinha, mas ultimamente tenho sentido </span></b></div><div><b><span >falta de alguém para me fazer companhia.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Solidão só é boa quando opcional.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-86560776845250983542012-05-20T08:37:00.001-07:002012-05-20T08:40:12.641-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Mcy-Uc30ZYbh3u90fV7_aPvJp6K7hNUntjW0kUAlx47cf0CJ_0oiNnmnS8_dCLpZMtsOC-vMy_48keOTrixQRvNS_1Ntyoay2DidYj15IX9nooPH4h-imd3PRYW8vazLns9g7Ipgcdo/s1600/2697.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 309px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3Mcy-Uc30ZYbh3u90fV7_aPvJp6K7hNUntjW0kUAlx47cf0CJ_0oiNnmnS8_dCLpZMtsOC-vMy_48keOTrixQRvNS_1Ntyoay2DidYj15IX9nooPH4h-imd3PRYW8vazLns9g7Ipgcdo/s320/2697.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744640758416621810" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Trilho a estrada da vida sem medo.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Sou forte o suficiente para travar a</span></b></div><div><b><span >luta do dia-a-dia.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Mas não sou de ferro, ás vezes choro,</span></b></div><div><b><span >fico tão frágil.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-15850723540302824502012-05-20T08:36:00.001-07:002012-05-20T08:37:48.831-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWacq1-CGtxf4Yz5q4DrCNcZrpn6pWwiprP8HFSdzDCcJJNE8Z_ZKEKn9_R1ubAI8zjKOR1exVpjd8Jozk4_8S6RqqeS2n6SHPwoXq8SLbF9s_7rasPp86GgjEQzD9-Znomk3teWbK2pw/s1600/2850.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWacq1-CGtxf4Yz5q4DrCNcZrpn6pWwiprP8HFSdzDCcJJNE8Z_ZKEKn9_R1ubAI8zjKOR1exVpjd8Jozk4_8S6RqqeS2n6SHPwoXq8SLbF9s_7rasPp86GgjEQzD9-Znomk3teWbK2pw/s320/2850.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5744640138491424738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Todo amor que havia no meu peito, </span></b></div><div><b><span >toda minha vida, todo meu ser, tudo, </span></b></div><div><b><span >tão somente tudo, coloquei em tuas mãos.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Mas não cuidaste bem, então, devolva-me.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-33756214252882663772012-05-18T08:45:00.003-07:002012-05-18T09:02:03.152-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitamiC4acxVLFGi0WwgzI038WzilPllLcQPbz_aIopLdOvRdNLWQZbcFetbCm4mEf1LJP_wwsu4_EYVnZuFURi9rXV8ys1VLVoK2oZUeWUw3iJ2uIyZ_j3y0QYOmuivjfR42EMhTk2b_w/s1600/2795.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitamiC4acxVLFGi0WwgzI038WzilPllLcQPbz_aIopLdOvRdNLWQZbcFetbCm4mEf1LJP_wwsu4_EYVnZuFURi9rXV8ys1VLVoK2oZUeWUw3iJ2uIyZ_j3y0QYOmuivjfR42EMhTk2b_w/s320/2795.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743900148981378306" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span>Te amo pela paz que provocas em mim, </span></b></div><div><b><span>não seria antagonismo dizer que também</span></b></div><div><b><span>te amo, pelo vendaval que me assola, a </span></b></div><div><b><span>cada vez que me abraças.</span></b></div><div><b><span>Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-72880230117284358872012-05-18T08:44:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:45:20.400-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMiA_Y6t9DHrSwRwaedExliC0GfRivg5AAjddy2A8euychmezmm0HQMNveRKVblL6xg3wHDWpqFlebfs_zl676t6WupR2pReBYBgtBVNOJAL5_jDDkxfY6_-svc4NFa_KtPfj7XvHRhg/s1600/3342.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRMiA_Y6t9DHrSwRwaedExliC0GfRivg5AAjddy2A8euychmezmm0HQMNveRKVblL6xg3wHDWpqFlebfs_zl676t6WupR2pReBYBgtBVNOJAL5_jDDkxfY6_-svc4NFa_KtPfj7XvHRhg/s320/3342.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743899911265842450" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Vou acabar me viciando neste silêncio.</span></b></div><div><b><span >No começo ele me assustou mas tenho</span></b></div><div><b><span >notado que estamos ficando bem íntimos.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-21091550841660162012012-05-18T08:43:00.002-07:002012-05-18T08:44:39.627-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidij84FdDekdzzzYsI3_RaapRlKlaFCF-n_YA3mHU0RYjcc_agqMQznXVjTmFccbUXFCLyfmPNPrvSDvjxvNaqQxxNgPkL3Kok6NhZlKzUe5a94P6D3BCqPL-_NTfYaXFuVDSYgrltg8/s1600/2963.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjidij84FdDekdzzzYsI3_RaapRlKlaFCF-n_YA3mHU0RYjcc_agqMQznXVjTmFccbUXFCLyfmPNPrvSDvjxvNaqQxxNgPkL3Kok6NhZlKzUe5a94P6D3BCqPL-_NTfYaXFuVDSYgrltg8/s320/2963.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743899744747778386" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Venhas, chegues mais perto, me abraces.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Não precisas dizer nada, não fales nada,</span></b></div><div><b><span >apenas me abraces forte antes que tudo se</span></b></div><div><b><span >acabe e vire lembranças.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Apenas me abraces, por favor.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-8193447423549936782012-05-18T08:42:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:43:23.245-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDXzwrm2HXSoLzzBTQLTlUMVQte0H1z5IYYXm44XNeMn11O6_TutVt4baOMShs14jmhEkQ-QhN17hknnm4LhrhvcAcd7eDW9hkIPQkkbHN6NXCiF29tYMVaB7TdaFLJAi8Oo4MA_rVOQ/s1600/2371.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTDXzwrm2HXSoLzzBTQLTlUMVQte0H1z5IYYXm44XNeMn11O6_TutVt4baOMShs14jmhEkQ-QhN17hknnm4LhrhvcAcd7eDW9hkIPQkkbHN6NXCiF29tYMVaB7TdaFLJAi8Oo4MA_rVOQ/s320/2371.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743899412860747250" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Me esqueci que corria riscos eminentes </span></b></div><div><b><span >em depositar meus sentimentos nas </span></b></div><div><b><span >mãos de outra pessoa.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-46946483643441910492012-05-18T08:41:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:42:41.510-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1fnK9hAkNe-8an12XyDU4llhgSLiLIdjhm1cqusKs-sVGjFVeHckZGtH103nW8ueH5-ZcfutT8BFpiSJh9Q9DH3tt7nW_VmdX4yN-YR5nYurAlezhLYSX_OV-v1N-J5eXAk9hUH-lPQ/s1600/3186.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy1fnK9hAkNe-8an12XyDU4llhgSLiLIdjhm1cqusKs-sVGjFVeHckZGtH103nW8ueH5-ZcfutT8BFpiSJh9Q9DH3tt7nW_VmdX4yN-YR5nYurAlezhLYSX_OV-v1N-J5eXAk9hUH-lPQ/s320/3186.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743899231833614738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Tua Vida Sem Mim</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Tua voz soava entre risos, jeito de moleque,</span></b></div><div><b><span >que brincava de viver. Intolerante, impulsivo </span></b></div><div><b><span >e ciumento, mas eram poucas as coisas que o </span></b></div><div><b><span >faziam sair do sério.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Só a mim tu te explicavas, só a mim abrias teu </span></b></div><div><b><span >coração de menino. Me falavas de tua vida, de </span></b></div><div><b><span >teus sonhos, de teus planos.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Eras um livro aberto, com uma linda história de</span></b></div><div><b><span >vida, mas ainda havia muitos capítulos a serem </span></b></div><div><b><span >escritos e deles eu não faria parte.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Hoje quando penso em ti, sinto uma dor tão </span></b></div><div><b><span >forte, uma nostalgia encobre minha alma.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Queria ter seguido contigo, Menino. Mas não me</span></b></div><div><b><span >fora permitido, tinhas que seguir sem mim.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-81617887032401867102012-05-18T08:27:00.004-07:002012-05-20T18:26:48.496-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5CM0_j8GBH_-nEayBLl2i1Jc5hoElHKjpe6WblWV6zqF9NzkTtsmA9bBChVMlVaXiSLHRpufI0XbVj0EYHXOjv6UQHhEQtjj_xt_pYQz2Glb9AVepeqC2Q-z9NiWaY5VK5zdYK2QEco/s1600/2560.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgC5CM0_j8GBH_-nEayBLl2i1Jc5hoElHKjpe6WblWV6zqF9NzkTtsmA9bBChVMlVaXiSLHRpufI0XbVj0EYHXOjv6UQHhEQtjj_xt_pYQz2Glb9AVepeqC2Q-z9NiWaY5VK5zdYK2QEco/s320/2560.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743898917485583634" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span>Súplica de Amor</span></b></div><div><b><span><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span>Te deixei tão só, morrias sem mim um</span></b></div><div><b><span>pouco a cada dia .</span></b></div><div><b><span>Mas não podias, tinhas que viver, a vida </span></b></div><div><b><span>brilhava lá fora, foi quando entre lágrimas</span></b></div><div><b><span>te supliquei, se me amas, vivas, para que </span></b></div><div><b><span>eu também possa viver.</span></b></div><div><b><span>Para meu coração basta saber que tu vives</span></b></div><div><b><span>bem e feliz. </span></b></div><div><b><span>De mim eu cuido, não te preocupes.</span></b></div><div><b><span>Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-42546929565365079632012-05-18T08:24:00.003-07:002012-05-18T08:27:29.585-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHLy-mB2CV9Hogee_Y25f5KdNXsdNh-LC_CFTSK6Sr7lBMer2mrTL3HrdVG0OisByPq2N2YZ_98kg-iua8OZZVwKZg-uGnNkEmHmpEvs99ysws_rNK3vw0D73Pmowm8bs0jiR_lCGhh4/s1600/cartas.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtHLy-mB2CV9Hogee_Y25f5KdNXsdNh-LC_CFTSK6Sr7lBMer2mrTL3HrdVG0OisByPq2N2YZ_98kg-iua8OZZVwKZg-uGnNkEmHmpEvs99ysws_rNK3vw0D73Pmowm8bs0jiR_lCGhh4/s320/cartas.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743895312236974850" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Cartas de Amor</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Hoje me vi te procurando em minhas lembranças.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Em cartas amareladas, em bilhetes aos pedaços,</span></b></div><div><b><span >em tuas palavras de amor. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Sempre gostei de receber cartas, é como ter um </span></b></div><div><b><span >pedaço da pessoa amada nas mãos.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Tu sabias disto e me mandava cada dia um pedacinho </span></b></div><div><b><span >teu, que fui juntando, juntando e pude te abraçar um dia.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-25047222732554634552012-05-18T08:23:00.002-07:002012-05-18T08:24:28.591-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhq8J2-_t-HvD5I8IfnC-QyXxGE4wYu4MdL1Stvq0dPp1OxirA1eH0kPfgbsJOQhyphenhyphendG-aVhvuVdQTHcObZ-AqDsWAQiIrrNeLOGot1BPk3aWVK9C5AbcJkHxpKS1aM81fBBNGKVTEjrRU/s1600/3679.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhq8J2-_t-HvD5I8IfnC-QyXxGE4wYu4MdL1Stvq0dPp1OxirA1eH0kPfgbsJOQhyphenhyphendG-aVhvuVdQTHcObZ-AqDsWAQiIrrNeLOGot1BPk3aWVK9C5AbcJkHxpKS1aM81fBBNGKVTEjrRU/s320/3679.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743894539012759426" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Miragem</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Longe dos meus olhos estão teus olhos,</span></b></div><div><b><span >não vejo deles o brilho. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Mas sei que tens olhos de amor, que um dia</span></b></div><div><b><span >irão fatalmente se encontrar com os meus.</span></b></div><div><b><span >A certeza que tenho é que te olharei por um</span></b></div><div><b><span >longo tempo, nada direi, só olharei, olharei...</span></b></div><div><b><span >como se tu fosses uma miragem. A mais linda </span></b></div><div><b><span >que meus olhos jamais contemplaram.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-92073355353337536772012-05-18T08:21:00.002-07:002012-05-18T08:23:16.797-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2evC0DMj7E5z0efetzsZWeOlQpqCeEkEVpucZjTv3a9RhyQGhdElRkseHRXutIBHcgGaK7yzZuQIVOU5haZWlt75bEBQQloJoSDi-FEosd59IhMxU9za_DsrGpwMQiSX7ri4cGpM3Ng/s1600/3542.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh2evC0DMj7E5z0efetzsZWeOlQpqCeEkEVpucZjTv3a9RhyQGhdElRkseHRXutIBHcgGaK7yzZuQIVOU5haZWlt75bEBQQloJoSDi-FEosd59IhMxU9za_DsrGpwMQiSX7ri4cGpM3Ng/s320/3542.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743894228230943442" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >O Riso do Meu Amor</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Não gosto quando travas o riso, fazendo</span></b></div><div><b><span >tudo perder a graça. O silêncio dos teus</span></b></div><div><b><span >lábios me incomoda a alma, gosto tanto </span></b></div><div><b><span >quando a energia do teu riso se espalha </span></b></div><div><b><span >em mim. Me contagia o coração, tudo se </span></b></div><div><b><span >clareia, brilha, reluz.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Dias nublados se transformam em lindas</span></b></div><div><b><span >e coloridas primaveras.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-24039157146597168322012-05-18T08:19:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:20:57.613-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikQx3_CsW8eCsuuLU15OQ5C14sbq4Y-d9le6pOrBsAooVgiQyPtIT32CGQZAwdFILu0vw0pZR4aGv2G4tCMFRWjxHyqgjjrk7XsNHtRC1YYOC_cO-vlrEu76xTo8bOLafr5Y4apNE8QY/s1600/3612.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiikQx3_CsW8eCsuuLU15OQ5C14sbq4Y-d9le6pOrBsAooVgiQyPtIT32CGQZAwdFILu0vw0pZR4aGv2G4tCMFRWjxHyqgjjrk7XsNHtRC1YYOC_cO-vlrEu76xTo8bOLafr5Y4apNE8QY/s320/3612.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743893632558370146" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Escuro Véu</span></b></div><div><b><span ><br /></span></b></div><div><b><span >Escuro véu que desfralda sobre meus </span></b></div><div><b><span >sentimentos, confusão intensa dentro de</span></b></div><div><b><span >mim. O que era essencial se tornou tão</span></b></div><div><b><span >corriqueiro que me assustei, já não me </span></b></div><div><b><span >faz falta muitas coisas que achei serem</span></b></div><div><b><span >indispensáveis.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Acho que estou amadurecendo, não fico</span></b></div><div><b><span >mais na agonia de procurar alguém ou </span></b></div><div><b><span >algo para que meu dia nasça feliz.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-38878420451441720822012-05-18T08:17:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:19:27.364-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAyHoshs057Vhy-0EHCNOSjzTh4YR3TlisTVNdZnlzsBb3rdIGE8VdDwM0shBxT0E_6KNS7pk58koHGMKCySkqIIwD6cROGWKkM-wbiPjr4WWoDeEwrk3NreDJccEbIzta8YdSUSlb8Y/s1600/3698.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjAyHoshs057Vhy-0EHCNOSjzTh4YR3TlisTVNdZnlzsBb3rdIGE8VdDwM0shBxT0E_6KNS7pk58koHGMKCySkqIIwD6cROGWKkM-wbiPjr4WWoDeEwrk3NreDJccEbIzta8YdSUSlb8Y/s320/3698.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743893239613879202" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Te digitalizei dentro de mim, </span></b></div><div><b><span >se me ignoras, deleto-te da </span></b></div><div><b><span >minha vida.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-56110783700130708942012-05-18T08:16:00.001-07:002012-05-18T08:17:39.284-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZmqEcu8xiz7g2EVn24_e9YQqAemk5JfauOGv7ThyphenhyphentuVfAcX_pktvZNi4TNolLL5DQPZl_VuL7LNrex0XtJSSa3K1lodZAecjqEV5672plRwLQS_BI7Cd8LhF-urIrPjPhUvSKx3blaE/s1600/3344.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 258px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNZmqEcu8xiz7g2EVn24_e9YQqAemk5JfauOGv7ThyphenhyphentuVfAcX_pktvZNi4TNolLL5DQPZl_VuL7LNrex0XtJSSa3K1lodZAecjqEV5672plRwLQS_BI7Cd8LhF-urIrPjPhUvSKx3blaE/s320/3344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743892778453685746" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Se sofro a culpa é tão somente minha.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Mergulhei de cabeça, me atirei de corpo </span></b></div><div><b><span >e alma, não pensei que fosse me arrebentar </span></b></div><div><b><span >neste sonho. Mas sabia dos riscos, por isto </span></b></div><div><b><span >não tens culpa.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-4443546138963842752012-05-18T07:56:00.002-07:002012-05-18T08:00:55.147-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI37_TpxXvIziVVZlWILPuHnzvZhrS4pVy-kTiLYDHRtOllv5ZURUarONuxjR-toi3zxWs4Q3kcVSD9SXrK7g8dYW_RUek98LgvJ4NniMrk7Kq_TNzpqt-8baUsd6PzkuFnse5RF_CB48/s1600/2475.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgI37_TpxXvIziVVZlWILPuHnzvZhrS4pVy-kTiLYDHRtOllv5ZURUarONuxjR-toi3zxWs4Q3kcVSD9SXrK7g8dYW_RUek98LgvJ4NniMrk7Kq_TNzpqt-8baUsd6PzkuFnse5RF_CB48/s320/2475.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743887755260173874" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Não te culpes pela minha insensatez,</span></b></div><div><b><span >pela minha falta de maturidade.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Em matéria de amor ainda sou uma </span></b></div><div><b><span >garota tola, que acredita em príncipe </span></b></div><div><b><span >encantado.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-32492516587315500872012-05-18T07:55:00.002-07:002012-05-18T07:56:34.486-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsS8JSKVeOWUQdFCetgfTDGZioKdAzkWufjofbGz5XA3JkVJZelMwQOAmsTRG7HQ2NCDJMKc7ZrlHIg4kqRMqFbsRdwdmYrf2-O2Qk7n0EaKnnmUSgODyWuKNzML8xfk8EIlS4KE07EaQ/s1600/3771.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsS8JSKVeOWUQdFCetgfTDGZioKdAzkWufjofbGz5XA3JkVJZelMwQOAmsTRG7HQ2NCDJMKc7ZrlHIg4kqRMqFbsRdwdmYrf2-O2Qk7n0EaKnnmUSgODyWuKNzML8xfk8EIlS4KE07EaQ/s320/3771.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743887329176827330" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Escrevi teu nome na história da</span></b></div><div><b><span >minha vida. Tens aqui dentro de </span></b></div><div><b><span >mim um lugar especial, onde ficam </span></b></div><div><b><span >as pessoas que de alguma forma </span></b></div><div><b><span >me fizeram viver melhor.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-49358502290791692802012-05-18T07:53:00.001-07:002012-05-18T07:55:34.348-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BmeQSy3tbfkzOMJzWIBZHIIXH4mBFJel1_ha44XgT_e9uTHEiRgTMyxMzSXVyRv0or8C8uXDL52E8lWMnu9PtQRefvTPO7lZJarBANUvgsOLY6fbPa4HvnnHSSklKwFFzBekG76RvTs/s1600/3500.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0BmeQSy3tbfkzOMJzWIBZHIIXH4mBFJel1_ha44XgT_e9uTHEiRgTMyxMzSXVyRv0or8C8uXDL52E8lWMnu9PtQRefvTPO7lZJarBANUvgsOLY6fbPa4HvnnHSSklKwFFzBekG76RvTs/s320/3500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743887091891310242" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Pensando bem eu acho que o amor </span></b></div><div><b><span >se foi e não vimos.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Ele saiu sorrateiro em meio as nossas </span></b></div><div><b><span >palavras proferidas naquele momento </span></b></div><div><b><span >de raiva e dor. Deixou em seu lugar um</span></b></div><div><b><span >vazio tão grande que toma conta de </span></b></div><div><b><span >tudo dentro de mim. Sei que contigo não</span></b></div><div><b><span >é diferente.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6074008298502034252.post-26500736873644881262012-05-18T07:51:00.001-07:002012-05-18T07:53:25.619-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMgX4GEAgzN04RO4kilFo8fpfkHjQ8l4qn9GV0vZ5CS1UNUZTSfEpFkZ7kzNPpnjd8CFTeBi8emwStnwCSMoMPMu0D-9qH1sF573FfEc0GXyvUUtJuAThNb68JH8L6YF-wSfdcAZvyfM/s1600/3717.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhUMgX4GEAgzN04RO4kilFo8fpfkHjQ8l4qn9GV0vZ5CS1UNUZTSfEpFkZ7kzNPpnjd8CFTeBi8emwStnwCSMoMPMu0D-9qH1sF573FfEc0GXyvUUtJuAThNb68JH8L6YF-wSfdcAZvyfM/s320/3717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5743886536876232738" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center; "><div><b><span >Voe minha alma, voe...</span></b></div><div><b><span >A liberdade é teu caminho, é o que </span></b></div><div><b><span >te faz feliz. </span></b></div><div><b><span >Voe feito águia, com determinação,</span></b></div><div><b><span >sem medo. Vá até onde teus sonhos</span></b></div><div><b><span >te levarem.</span></b></div><div><b><span >Geninha®</span></b></div></div>Eugênia----Geninhahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10612897570495698036noreply@blogger.com0