tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-84967696481486628902012-01-14T11:07:31.071-08:00gabriela fournoreply@blogger.comBlogger141100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-29505468167015349112009-10-01T08:08:00.000-07:002009-10-01T08:11:34.679-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">mas você tem que ir atrás do seu inquilino fujão. ele foi embora e levou meus sonhos numa sacola.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">vá buscá-lo e coloque-o de volta aí dentro de você. e só o que eu te peço.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">humildemente.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-2950546816701534911?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-66271295634313030522009-09-20T08:36:00.000-07:002009-09-20T08:42:56.246-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;">aí eu respiro fundo e penso que a vida sabe exatamente o que está fazendo quando permite que eu chova.</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-6627129563431303052?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com14tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-67984093204670506972009-09-12T11:59:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:02:13.662-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:'Times New Roman';"><div style="border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 3px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 3px; width: auto; font: normal normal normal 100%/normal Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: pre; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">o que me acalmaria agora, se eu não fosse uma moçachuvafriofuracão.</span></span></span></span></div></div></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-6798409320467050697?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-3249327333116702852009-09-10T10:42:00.001-07:002009-09-12T12:13:33.574-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">foi o impacto da nossa despedida.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-324932733311670285?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-47619192902503910302009-09-06T11:15:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:17:57.869-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">com a esperança em uma mão e o coração na outra.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">só pra ver se a vida vai sorrir para mim desta vez.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-4761919290250391030?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-42569979741795410752009-09-04T11:14:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:24:26.438-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">arrancar de dentro o que me grudou nas paredes. sem cor, sem cheiro, sem som. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">intangível como as coisas mais efêmeras.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-4256997974179541075?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-1558345331405228102009-09-01T12:31:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:31:00.017-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">do que a gente vai brincar hoje?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-155834533140522810?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-39752257469641052642009-08-31T20:11:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:31:41.385-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">naquele momento foi sorrir, para esconder a tempestade que se criara no meu peito.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-3975225746964105264?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-38749212199844300322009-08-16T12:34:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:33:15.885-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CCCCCC;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">porcaria,</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> por que tem vezes que a gente faz tudo errado?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-3874921219984430032?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-86123175873525455422009-08-12T10:13:00.001-07:002009-09-12T12:38:50.555-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">e deixar uma vida inteira grudada nas memórias desse lugar.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';"> desse lugar</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial;"><b><3</b>.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-8612317587352545542?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-51946325293507290782009-08-11T11:06:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:38:07.891-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">desenhei você do lado de dentro. e agora toda vez que olho pra fora, sua imagem aparece refletida nas paredes da rua.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-5194632529350729078?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-61568467743977422842009-08-08T11:54:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:40:18.584-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">tentando alcançar os seus passos tantos metros lá na frente.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-6156846774397742284?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-46225371808704359262009-08-03T11:23:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:40:29.088-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">só um abraço. pra esquecer que faz frio no inverno.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-4622537180870435926?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8496769648148662890.post-91614542913649342252009-08-03T09:34:00.000-07:002009-09-12T12:40:39.370-07:00<div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:'lucida grande';">a voz que morava em mim: ela me dizia que o amor era uma mentira.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8496769648148662890-9161454291364934225?l=hsickness.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>gabriela fournoreply@blogger.com1