tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18649740885264860712024-03-04T23:28:21.549-08:00Alma de Nina'Só quem fala minha língua consegue me entender."
(Fernanda Gaona)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-12020879379184752302011-07-06T18:35:00.000-07:002011-07-06T18:35:26.308-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11483339/tumblr_lnlzfaGqaZ1qg7wnco1_500_thumb.jpg?1309605964" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11483339/tumblr_lnlzfaGqaZ1qg7wnco1_500_thumb.jpg?1309605964" /></a></div><br />
Que a gente brigue de ciúmes, porque ciúmes faz parte da paixão, e que faça as pazes rapidamente, porque paz faz parte do amor.<br />
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(Tati Bernadi)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-56162611461942017192011-07-05T17:45:00.000-07:002011-07-05T17:45:37.654-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llmgf6vJSH1qenw7jo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="399" width="496" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llmgf6vJSH1qenw7jo1_500.jpg" /></a></div>Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-5203013134851618572011-07-04T08:45:00.000-07:002011-07-04T08:45:20.155-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llo6cfo0N61qdqf3io1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="330" width="500" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_llo6cfo0N61qdqf3io1_500.jpg" /></a></div><br />
Abrir mão não quer dizer que eu não queria. <br />
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(Clarice Lispector)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-19320931839338211922011-07-04T08:39:00.000-07:002011-07-04T08:47:10.641-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0k11EYLT1qktxhro1_500.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="313" width="500" src="http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm0k11EYLT1qktxhro1_500.png" /></a></div><br />
Quando a gente ama, a gente sempre dá um jeito.<br />
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(Desconheço autoria)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-39615763049678686752011-06-10T19:16:00.000-07:002011-06-10T19:16:16.484-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10673049/tumblr_lmjwzbgXvc1qdutjeo1_500_large.jpg?1307756263" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="335" width="500" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10673049/tumblr_lmjwzbgXvc1qdutjeo1_500_large.jpg?1307756263" /></a></div><br />
Alguém que era grande no passado, fica pequeno no presente. O tempo, de novo, <i>dando a devida proporção aos meus afetos e desafetos</i>.<br />
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(Martha Medeiros)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-32073486270252746462011-06-07T19:19:00.000-07:002011-06-07T19:19:40.814-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoutbpRKVve2qVcv4CgJ9pfsFWkCRHaIPXu75LEM_TlBQNxuYUx6kqC706nfMCEPs6Mgl4OliM-1tR8QV34lWALJ47kiZmsRl-5aq1bl8wtcFpD5FGq-6i-foH1srDizmP6U_86FGxAr8/s290/tumblr_lk0kbvgTr81qj8on6o1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoutbpRKVve2qVcv4CgJ9pfsFWkCRHaIPXu75LEM_TlBQNxuYUx6kqC706nfMCEPs6Mgl4OliM-1tR8QV34lWALJ47kiZmsRl-5aq1bl8wtcFpD5FGq-6i-foH1srDizmP6U_86FGxAr8/s290/tumblr_lk0kbvgTr81qj8on6o1_500_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Tudo com o que eu me importo, "me importa muito". Me suga, me leva, me atrai, se funde com tudo o que sou e me consome. Toda. Por inteiro. Sorte minha me doar tanto - e com tal intensidade - e ainda sair viva dessa vida."<br />
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(Fernanda Mello)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-60099011413115461652011-06-07T19:04:00.000-07:002011-06-07T19:09:32.805-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10574097/Favim.com-14162_large.jpg?1307496670" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/10574097/Favim.com-14162_large.jpg?1307496670" width="264" /></a></div><br />
"Não sabia que era precisamente esse fracasso que me levaria ao lugar que desejava. <br />
As correntes do rio profundo foram mais generosas que o meu remar contra elas. <br />
<i>Não cheguei aonde planejei ir. <br />
Cheguei, sem querer, aonde meu coração queria chegar, sem que eu o soubesse.</i>"Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-36333595962969290532011-05-07T17:21:00.000-07:002011-05-07T17:21:52.029-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD4pJSjJ0zFg3GEIRDXEqKqWQn7VLQ6IAnCFyFebwLJkSEqv5dTn9iIKFTRqUnpHZkxp6AP1_nZrO6aXOPBrODVQ9P8yQ0pbbR-SGuXQ3SkX3onsnYYEemG798PMCZpdU4pnGqyAatbQU/s1600/1300492790436_f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="295" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYD4pJSjJ0zFg3GEIRDXEqKqWQn7VLQ6IAnCFyFebwLJkSEqv5dTn9iIKFTRqUnpHZkxp6AP1_nZrO6aXOPBrODVQ9P8yQ0pbbR-SGuXQ3SkX3onsnYYEemG798PMCZpdU4pnGqyAatbQU/s1600/1300492790436_f.jpg" /></a></div>Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-19591711307425336862011-05-03T18:16:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:16:43.108-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKDxs8zS3elw5THMxcZstHd5LD3GVkvySdeI-b6jDc682FO_PfN-fJmcf8hO0Fq6x3dKy8M_UsbI1SYxLuXiJwJ5t8kj29NJBKcUW9zT_xFIZ5SzBACQNftSX0KRxHvwRvl1TLWYPrzQ/s1600/tumblr_lfulo24ghx1qggatdo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="298" width="515" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnKDxs8zS3elw5THMxcZstHd5LD3GVkvySdeI-b6jDc682FO_PfN-fJmcf8hO0Fq6x3dKy8M_UsbI1SYxLuXiJwJ5t8kj29NJBKcUW9zT_xFIZ5SzBACQNftSX0KRxHvwRvl1TLWYPrzQ/s1600/tumblr_lfulo24ghx1qggatdo1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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“- E você, porque desvia o olhar?<br />
(Porque eu tenho medo de altura. Tenho medo de cair para dentro de você. Há nos seus olhos castanhos, certos desenhos que me lembram montanhas, cordilheiras vistas do alto, em miniatura. Então, eu desvio os meus olhos para amarrá-los em qualquer pedra no chão e me salvar do amor. Mas hoje não encontraram pedra. Encontraram flor. E eu me agarrei às pétalas o mais que pude, sem sequer perceber que estava plantada num desses abismos, dentro dos seus olhos.)<br />
- Ah, porque sou tímida!” <br />
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(Rita Apoena)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-4203769407611194482011-05-03T18:10:00.000-07:002011-05-03T18:10:27.940-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6936752/tumblr_lftotuQYvv1qb2i6lo1_500_thumb.jpg?1297015129" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="200" width="240" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6936752/tumblr_lftotuQYvv1qb2i6lo1_500_thumb.jpg?1297015129" /></a></div><br />
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... porém faz um bem que ninguém me faz. <br />
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(chico buarque)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-28013032523616588992011-04-30T07:58:00.000-07:002011-04-30T07:58:02.731-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WHaZOVi9DV0/TLW91F6cd-I/AAAAAAAAETY/NtUXmFxFpR8/s1600/POLA_13497_12777725291_l_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="371" width="466" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WHaZOVi9DV0/TLW91F6cd-I/AAAAAAAAETY/NtUXmFxFpR8/s1600/POLA_13497_12777725291_l_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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"Meu carro é tão velho, que cheguei no pedágio e a mulher disse: "É dois e sessenta." E eu respondi: "Vendido!"<br />
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(Autor desconhecido)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-79378411891000199242011-04-30T07:46:00.000-07:002011-04-30T07:46:46.694-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsgIJ38MEyc/TbwOte1G6wI/AAAAAAAABLE/9rRll_YpeUY/s1600/tumblr_lk217y6Lje1qh0g6wo1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="334" width="500" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dsgIJ38MEyc/TbwOte1G6wI/AAAAAAAABLE/9rRll_YpeUY/s1600/tumblr_lk217y6Lje1qh0g6wo1_500_large.jpg" /></a></div><br />
"Mesmo quando desvio meus olhos e meus pensamentos de ti, mesmo quando estou ocupada consertando a minha vida, enquanto vasculho as imensidões psicológicas que moram em mim, mesmo quando estou cansada e precisando de tantas coragens, mesmo assim, guardo teu rosto na retina da minha alma.<br />
<b>E, de repente, eu te desejo. <br />
E me sinto melhor."</b><br />
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(Solange Maia)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1864974088526486071.post-86081593719706241282011-04-29T19:01:00.000-07:002011-04-29T19:01:43.169-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlv_t70kwVA/TblzJXDCkdI/AAAAAAAAF_U/G0h9Mu5RXlM/s1600/tumblr_lk1rve279N1qf7enho1_500_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="333" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlv_t70kwVA/TblzJXDCkdI/AAAAAAAAF_U/G0h9Mu5RXlM/s1600/tumblr_lk1rve279N1qf7enho1_500_large.jpg" width="500" /></a></div><br />
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"Eu queria ir pra um lugar onde eu tivesse uma sensaçãozinha, ilusória que fosse, de que tinha alguém prestando atenção em mim."<br />
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(Caio Fernando Abreu)Nina Limahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03998229917870578445noreply@blogger.com0