tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4696376509710324152024-02-07T19:01:26.854-08:00Box of FeelingsCaroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-30485945289646645792011-11-14T08:54:00.000-08:002011-11-14T08:54:35.266-08:00Nem sempre,<h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="messageBody" data-ft="{"type":3}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;">Você irá agradar a todos, nem sempre todos irão gostar do seu jeito, pois não é todo mundo que se importa, então aprenda, já que não pode agradar a todos, agrade a si mesmo. </span></span></h6><h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{"type":1}"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><i>Caroll Assis</i></span></h6>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-73098812077347661712011-08-29T12:58:00.000-07:002011-08-29T12:58:40.086-07:00No silêncio de um olhar<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fFW4gi0_F9l3r-Ulj7G4U1k0Ap1Ip4buI1KG1QrbMKSsdtftprokfqfV7bRNxL-u0yy7o562jv0iC4K7itC67nrHPm5Gbr81-TZA_v457X8MZrpTF96KqeLEndfc9Jp-gL1RF27BKaOC/s1600/MOO-MO%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6fFW4gi0_F9l3r-Ulj7G4U1k0Ap1Ip4buI1KG1QrbMKSsdtftprokfqfV7bRNxL-u0yy7o562jv0iC4K7itC67nrHPm5Gbr81-TZA_v457X8MZrpTF96KqeLEndfc9Jp-gL1RF27BKaOC/s320/MOO-MO%257E1.JPG" width="217" /></a>Que encontramos as palavras certas a serem ditas !<br />
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Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-62016036647864095402011-07-24T09:38:00.000-07:002011-07-24T09:38:11.621-07:00Sentir a falta de alguém,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YPIL27bMfk99Tvo-Xz4VpnD4iYkPcPvdp0L0vAPSHwpuAEHeu-k-Wo_OKrTuZqujkIBa3U6llhKaV5hJDkNd1JqEQ-Le6haxO6-v6vDbNznsQdWDN993f_lGt5MkjRzVGD5UxH2UJZnl/s1600/blog32.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0YPIL27bMfk99Tvo-Xz4VpnD4iYkPcPvdp0L0vAPSHwpuAEHeu-k-Wo_OKrTuZqujkIBa3U6llhKaV5hJDkNd1JqEQ-Le6haxO6-v6vDbNznsQdWDN993f_lGt5MkjRzVGD5UxH2UJZnl/s320/blog32.jpg" width="320" /></a>Não é somente notar sua ausência, mas se lembrar dos momentos ocultos, que você não pôde viver com ela, enquanto ela esteve presente.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-44445133203624131292011-07-24T09:26:00.000-07:002011-07-24T09:26:06.452-07:00Garotas,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRi4Sfm0VMSRT7rEgDzvohslQXCDsJCnfRxkCHyqjFzbEPXai0Mu8R6XvJUeN17YmHdUF_kPt6CceMXP_BgEMgQDv8CMJ2-jZ8p1AdbEJMj7rTNv4cK5lzrEIyzZbGAL4IOb0Qp7sTUmxe/s1600/blog36.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRi4Sfm0VMSRT7rEgDzvohslQXCDsJCnfRxkCHyqjFzbEPXai0Mu8R6XvJUeN17YmHdUF_kPt6CceMXP_BgEMgQDv8CMJ2-jZ8p1AdbEJMj7rTNv4cK5lzrEIyzZbGAL4IOb0Qp7sTUmxe/s320/blog36.jpg" width="320" /></a>Priorizam demais aqueles que nunca saberão o valor dessa palavra.<br />
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<strong>Caroll Assis</strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-2641218267449271932011-07-24T09:25:00.000-07:002011-07-24T09:25:18.460-07:00Muitas vezes,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNe69lTKPTShFuy9jJFa1fLCyoHSAf6FURFXrd7EEWzOTU4P_BmJ822gWS8CsRLmNDfHvEhiq0T9fIWSMfLwWhrqxV7oYTR2QM0MkjIgRSmGIwo3UuOJLU5ByIbFRaselJaR6-XI08j6dX/s1600/olhar.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="286" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNe69lTKPTShFuy9jJFa1fLCyoHSAf6FURFXrd7EEWzOTU4P_BmJ822gWS8CsRLmNDfHvEhiq0T9fIWSMfLwWhrqxV7oYTR2QM0MkjIgRSmGIwo3UuOJLU5ByIbFRaselJaR6-XI08j6dX/s320/olhar.jpg" width="320" /></a>Nós olhamos pra trás e percebemos que sentimos falta daqueles momentos bons, mas esse é um grande problema, pois talvez possa ser nesse momento de distração em olhar pra trás, que perdemos aquilo que mais queremos, e que estava bem na nossa frente.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-57735719110885324842011-07-15T07:44:00.000-07:002011-07-15T07:44:19.001-07:00Quero te ter,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9OJIL69sR7dUGAwttztSzTMDoWlxxGR3ZsbqXFeJovN-p7tBnPjusuCqN1g9sUaoLEheQeFvh-cTOp96rJL2lXr53evzFiJR6xROOYUhyphenhypheny_pR4-4ShLG4T74roKER2M7S48p3lvW93Xq/s1600/blog134.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiD9OJIL69sR7dUGAwttztSzTMDoWlxxGR3ZsbqXFeJovN-p7tBnPjusuCqN1g9sUaoLEheQeFvh-cTOp96rJL2lXr53evzFiJR6xROOYUhyphenhypheny_pR4-4ShLG4T74roKER2M7S48p3lvW93Xq/s320/blog134.jpg" width="320" /></a><span style="font-size: small;">Ao meu lado até o simples momento em que eu conseguir te fazer feliz eternamente.</span><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-39426620868852571952011-07-12T10:42:00.000-07:002011-07-12T10:42:38.707-07:00A verdade é que,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOfpayFC-aEn__0CkdGFvvt9zFvwG-KeeBaPFG8BtcBnLKieUbq9txOaznHxMtAgk9AzHt_49MivFh0lVOxZ9zbjI1HBt1jWw8vClIbXCAXe9nugHXH0jpTT_PGkjaCtOmlaiOKKY7Jn3/s1600/blog7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTOfpayFC-aEn__0CkdGFvvt9zFvwG-KeeBaPFG8BtcBnLKieUbq9txOaznHxMtAgk9AzHt_49MivFh0lVOxZ9zbjI1HBt1jWw8vClIbXCAXe9nugHXH0jpTT_PGkjaCtOmlaiOKKY7Jn3/s1600/blog7.jpg" /></a>As pessoas esperam demais em certas pessoas e no final acabam magoadas, por ter posto tanta confiança nela, e ela ter desanpotado-a.<br />
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<em><strong>Caroll Assis</strong></em>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-51282172121188221782011-07-10T10:54:00.000-07:002011-07-10T10:54:00.300-07:00Quando é sincero,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ahjik_-v8_94dyi0_EPDmhhYAmuHolRa76jA0Y3h5fyce4CrLaAp6Gz4Iyt3EfcVpqWdE9X7MLWZP2J7uyIHZO2Ml1aB-do_sbOTfm8eqhNkKzxypQX4tAivNiAA7Jq6IpehqNK7Wy5S/s1600/blog133.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0ahjik_-v8_94dyi0_EPDmhhYAmuHolRa76jA0Y3h5fyce4CrLaAp6Gz4Iyt3EfcVpqWdE9X7MLWZP2J7uyIHZO2Ml1aB-do_sbOTfm8eqhNkKzxypQX4tAivNiAA7Jq6IpehqNK7Wy5S/s320/blog133.jpg" width="320" /></a>Não há distância que atrapalhe, não há mentiras que convença, não há brigas que não acabem, não há barreiras que me impeçam de ter você ao meu lado, <strong>amiga</strong><br />
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<em><strong>Caroll Assis</strong></em>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-34015730444714314252011-07-10T10:46:00.000-07:002011-07-10T10:46:35.983-07:00Quando se tem inveja,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnJZfD1XarAr_AnW9-psUKC_lX75QvB1bYp8Oa45Vxw1aKGXigKPURIYlLz8a9_oIFj8yxxcoJ7pYhShCrLwsLUnnf5tO2DeOnAsgvGc6jLRvzjKZVseFOOviTFmWYLy_HA_UF0jdSzY-/s1600/blog85.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGnJZfD1XarAr_AnW9-psUKC_lX75QvB1bYp8Oa45Vxw1aKGXigKPURIYlLz8a9_oIFj8yxxcoJ7pYhShCrLwsLUnnf5tO2DeOnAsgvGc6jLRvzjKZVseFOOviTFmWYLy_HA_UF0jdSzY-/s320/blog85.jpg" width="320" /></a>Você mesmo prova que a pessoa que você odeia, é melhor que você em tudo, até em te invejar.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-3273789774879617132011-07-10T10:32:00.000-07:002011-07-10T10:32:49.509-07:00Não se deve,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHHc34yUak9RRG-Y_gPQgXsg8lnjtD0HEpwnhTGTA3eIccj8SGWM2kQTZtyZgljo1FjFhEKxKaFShgVasVfxT9cuvzTlEEfQV8vg72h8hAosscHgY8lQveGdHZe6VLoQDx4FI_-nnAVyC/s1600/blog132.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKHHc34yUak9RRG-Y_gPQgXsg8lnjtD0HEpwnhTGTA3eIccj8SGWM2kQTZtyZgljo1FjFhEKxKaFShgVasVfxT9cuvzTlEEfQV8vg72h8hAosscHgY8lQveGdHZe6VLoQDx4FI_-nnAVyC/s320/blog132.jpg" width="320" /></a>Descrever aquilo que só se entende com o <strong>coração.</strong><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-37914748521578542342011-07-05T13:13:00.000-07:002011-07-05T13:13:59.632-07:00Sou grossa,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_mTOdlLRulRJTcmidclGqVvPVpYIVbRJDzZ2Ov0xjRATpf3chGCWWeV383GU-OkBBDpHP-P4xd7B85DwZOAwRgLL2D3taZVeGKXQpmPPa-v8oB5gVPKkbGXpz9-aUOxcFCQNkNt3NyT3/s1600/blog72.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjq_mTOdlLRulRJTcmidclGqVvPVpYIVbRJDzZ2Ov0xjRATpf3chGCWWeV383GU-OkBBDpHP-P4xd7B85DwZOAwRgLL2D3taZVeGKXQpmPPa-v8oB5gVPKkbGXpz9-aUOxcFCQNkNt3NyT3/s320/blog72.jpg" width="320" /></a>Na <strong><span style="color: black;">medida</span></strong> em que as pessoas são <strong><span style="color: black;">inúteis</span></strong> comigo.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-83184134577033898932011-07-05T12:44:00.000-07:002011-07-05T12:44:34.928-07:00Eu queria poder,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbrRfWqj_BjRONZ83gltNWxMCt5BWvYgh4dEM7rc0Iillm0GdtB-Crzh3YwkfmlvrWcfU0pKljTPLVCzlh8Y_2u1lmZEoJ2om26tPv7fO0kuEk2qz7XKbrqcgpPd1AIqVB-dwL1ICHdR8/s1600/blog26.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQbrRfWqj_BjRONZ83gltNWxMCt5BWvYgh4dEM7rc0Iillm0GdtB-Crzh3YwkfmlvrWcfU0pKljTPLVCzlh8Y_2u1lmZEoJ2om26tPv7fO0kuEk2qz7XKbrqcgpPd1AIqVB-dwL1ICHdR8/s320/blog26.jpg" width="320" /></a>Fujir dos <strong><span style="color: black;">meus problemas</span></strong>, só pra não ter que ouvi a <span style="color: black;"><strong>opinião das pessoas</strong>.</span><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-27203519291327260322011-07-05T12:37:00.000-07:002011-07-05T12:37:56.467-07:00O que me dá raiva<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCTyaVRV18x55pAxkrWSNunFyPJ2Kt9J_g7x-iyP3asW-pvoWgj7PlcEjQi2e_BO9LiOcI7zOTuNVgQmuLKcECaU8UezBfdNK0iQDZA0XXwbWdcDtWwVcLwVIml_I1SkLfooOF2BkH4je/s1600/blog15.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQCTyaVRV18x55pAxkrWSNunFyPJ2Kt9J_g7x-iyP3asW-pvoWgj7PlcEjQi2e_BO9LiOcI7zOTuNVgQmuLKcECaU8UezBfdNK0iQDZA0XXwbWdcDtWwVcLwVIml_I1SkLfooOF2BkH4je/s320/blog15.jpg" width="320" /></a>Nas pessoas, é que elas sabem o que <strong>querem</strong> e <strong>iludem</strong> desde o começo.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-29387645183376657722011-07-05T08:32:00.000-07:002011-07-05T08:32:21.157-07:00Se tudo na vida,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oPl7wNN5lLwjS3jlRfLnnwWI61JFC4DdA8btLBCIV1xlYvmNqMySHw8nGCDg8zyI6rc-l2q7qNwNR4A1q0MlDGZ1QljECKIDxwU_Fo3y0goI0SobpzFhoXNTV_U8bUhvdLcoxpvIBG7W/s1600/blog131.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2oPl7wNN5lLwjS3jlRfLnnwWI61JFC4DdA8btLBCIV1xlYvmNqMySHw8nGCDg8zyI6rc-l2q7qNwNR4A1q0MlDGZ1QljECKIDxwU_Fo3y0goI0SobpzFhoXNTV_U8bUhvdLcoxpvIBG7W/s320/blog131.jpg" width="320" /></a>Fosse fácil de entender, de <strong>nada</strong> serviria a explicação.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-27643775840457060962011-07-05T08:21:00.000-07:002011-07-05T08:21:54.636-07:00A única incapacidade,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQpTyiSwfxZOGHZjr8gHPSn3KITVb34WeNL_rGv3GND0isZyGKSVc1nGhD_uWoRWu6pGMQnVokUBiLSMJAK4n3iGzBu0eoNxD0mlcIQjcpKCkd5hMzNffO2iOPbbsrZwVKq6NI2ur4aDg/s1600/blog129.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXQpTyiSwfxZOGHZjr8gHPSn3KITVb34WeNL_rGv3GND0isZyGKSVc1nGhD_uWoRWu6pGMQnVokUBiLSMJAK4n3iGzBu0eoNxD0mlcIQjcpKCkd5hMzNffO2iOPbbsrZwVKq6NI2ur4aDg/s320/blog129.jpg" width="320" /></a>Das pessoas é a de <strong><span style="color: black;">sonhar alto</span></strong>, e não ter <span style="color: black;"><strong>medo da queda</strong>.</span><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-11477438921537291842011-07-04T17:44:00.000-07:002011-07-05T08:02:53.049-07:00Cansei de,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-JE5Xai4y53lKxfiJ8GThRm1JgXXMV_mE8V8ZtkdifJDXeyHfBqCqQxrYzlubzOgenD3k3FtFWVZgg_AJUZFGXwiEXo4ZRW1_Vd3ZKCwivq6XZN0sNG2TPC8OWvVzt2Qf1Xke4n-GHvm/s1600/blog31.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="214" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN-JE5Xai4y53lKxfiJ8GThRm1JgXXMV_mE8V8ZtkdifJDXeyHfBqCqQxrYzlubzOgenD3k3FtFWVZgg_AJUZFGXwiEXo4ZRW1_Vd3ZKCwivq6XZN0sNG2TPC8OWvVzt2Qf1Xke4n-GHvm/s320/blog31.jpg" width="320" /></a><strong>Esperar </strong>aquilo que <strong>nunca </strong>irá me pertencer.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-7586458128094901862011-07-04T04:04:00.000-07:002011-07-04T04:04:51.568-07:00Inveja,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxMeaGBncCyKe60QC7MJZYateWHCPbwD7VjwFopcywMHv2c7s9mzmgE8HqdFDHbOhYSGTz5rRa20FVeHVdlc384-SF-9XAYctUiJyX6c8VOouwAHfqY-cL4bJTds0fnd6rKhXscwrsyPm/s1600/blog130.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqxMeaGBncCyKe60QC7MJZYateWHCPbwD7VjwFopcywMHv2c7s9mzmgE8HqdFDHbOhYSGTz5rRa20FVeHVdlc384-SF-9XAYctUiJyX6c8VOouwAHfqY-cL4bJTds0fnd6rKhXscwrsyPm/s1600/blog130.jpg" /></a>( ) É querer ter algo que não lhe pertence ou querer ser alguem achando que pode ser melhor em agradar as pessoas.<br />
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(x) É quando você não esta bem consigo mesmo, e pra tentar agradar as pessoas tenta mudar ou ter algo que não se pode ter, tem que conquistar, é questão de honra.<br />
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<em><strong>Caroll Assis</strong></em>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-54223274984654691122011-07-02T14:57:00.000-07:002011-07-02T14:57:49.319-07:00Quando eu digo,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8YoaqVAmvdyJmXZ13aD968f9V3cqim2Yv8pFJQmDTzhixmhIdytOIexGTxVkmUJOoNzpkXlEzMFvGwgZrB5JTcnPM_coLQZZQpDybXGRYdII4jguHEu8kE0yZSCd8TYe-d4kGA5r3rXK/s1600/blog128.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZ8YoaqVAmvdyJmXZ13aD968f9V3cqim2Yv8pFJQmDTzhixmhIdytOIexGTxVkmUJOoNzpkXlEzMFvGwgZrB5JTcnPM_coLQZZQpDybXGRYdII4jguHEu8kE0yZSCd8TYe-d4kGA5r3rXK/s1600/blog128.jpg" /></a>Que <strong>esqueci</strong>, é porque eu tenho a certeza de que o <strong>perdi.</strong><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-49366634155923538032011-07-01T07:03:00.000-07:002011-07-01T07:03:50.895-07:00Eu percebi que,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL07jeW0t3t0yxNkj_qx7Pvqj_ijBd6MazPO2Djfio0D6TGFrkSj5aiK2yjSwhhHFFBzcRX3Fj5Qo-j26v7E1E4ui9GmZUnQT96OMKwuOppel_-EAtNz3EMvM6GofQLpHyUP78BbhT4KTT/s1600/blog126" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="215" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL07jeW0t3t0yxNkj_qx7Pvqj_ijBd6MazPO2Djfio0D6TGFrkSj5aiK2yjSwhhHFFBzcRX3Fj5Qo-j26v7E1E4ui9GmZUnQT96OMKwuOppel_-EAtNz3EMvM6GofQLpHyUP78BbhT4KTT/s320/blog126" width="320" /></a>Não ha tempo para o amor, que não da para "agenda-lo", ele simplesmente chega quando menos esperamos, ele apenas aparece, sem uma explicação lógica para nos fazer bem e nos mostrar que tudo na vida vale a pena se insistirmos para conseguir aquilo que queremos, o amor vem para nos mostrar o quanto a vida pode ser bela quando se tem alguem ao lado para amar.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-12488681501097198742011-06-29T10:06:00.000-07:002011-06-29T10:06:42.485-07:00Minha preta,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLW9808tnZJSBWqQ9Uou_7q46yJ5BquxHZ0DGw17Ul4BvzRTJshRwcXvk_P6fNA1QxfQus_IwTuR0Yw1WRfeE02SAAANRl-Z2tyhyvOad9m88fl13-IgIcrKN268trW0eSdflcvu4P9vka/s1600/IMG_1916.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="316" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLW9808tnZJSBWqQ9Uou_7q46yJ5BquxHZ0DGw17Ul4BvzRTJshRwcXvk_P6fNA1QxfQus_IwTuR0Yw1WRfeE02SAAANRl-Z2tyhyvOad9m88fl13-IgIcrKN268trW0eSdflcvu4P9vka/s320/IMG_1916.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>É você que eu não troco por ninguém, por nada, por dinheiro nenhum, não te vendo, não te troco, não te alugo, e nem te empresto, minha só minha rum' <span style="color: red;">s2</span><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-36313285747715136522011-06-28T18:48:00.000-07:002011-06-28T18:48:44.918-07:00Eu não brinco,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqGGPSSkKadgDHkqbdxZPNM1nSoS6DQ31DzVUB-qmip2dTD5SBjbUtqWXVKbb37pbH6AmRH8wH4-pavVy2jNP2E03XbgcwVggWfKeLvTae9-2edwsoE6m2X7KH210WHjPRGkNIQmAKlNi/s1600/blog125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvqGGPSSkKadgDHkqbdxZPNM1nSoS6DQ31DzVUB-qmip2dTD5SBjbUtqWXVKbb37pbH6AmRH8wH4-pavVy2jNP2E03XbgcwVggWfKeLvTae9-2edwsoE6m2X7KH210WHjPRGkNIQmAKlNi/s320/blog125.jpg" width="207" /></a>Com os sentimentos de ninguém, por isso quando eu te disser um: <strong>eu te amo</strong>, pode saber que é verdadeiro, e que eu o amo mesmo, aí cabe a você escolher se dar valor ao amor que tem, ou se vai perder aquilo que pode ser só seu.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-82616774354223361762011-06-28T06:34:00.000-07:002011-06-28T06:34:46.343-07:00Palavras<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3MZEOXOTsRSAa6w6Y2k5iRe6F2HsbCUCJzEJwC3xNO8PmWRgsbvUQgRru4wNBtGvbo6k1e9yVZO8zviBKnsh3ZiykTuMtYFhuTyaTIc8sw7FZo5r-GTqns7OOMtXHL3xSDVRWIfGGUxF/s1600/blog124.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiX3MZEOXOTsRSAa6w6Y2k5iRe6F2HsbCUCJzEJwC3xNO8PmWRgsbvUQgRru4wNBtGvbo6k1e9yVZO8zviBKnsh3ZiykTuMtYFhuTyaTIc8sw7FZo5r-GTqns7OOMtXHL3xSDVRWIfGGUxF/s320/blog124.jpg" width="254" /></a></div>Revelam, Atitudes provam e o <strong>sentimento demonstra. </strong><br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-60035013306368401552011-06-26T16:57:00.000-07:002011-06-26T16:57:29.812-07:00Eu vou tentar sim,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4ir8p91hF-bMVW8DjdhuBTph2vsnK5YlevfrVHxaqoLYilNztxWrNFam_5PayBQS3Fz-EQWs3zeJgjiQHfPOEn4lhCV-Gx3VdUZM_mXPP0g4q98FoiczdQJqmPZAy2-5W4yYaLk5PhWt/s1600/blog123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ4ir8p91hF-bMVW8DjdhuBTph2vsnK5YlevfrVHxaqoLYilNztxWrNFam_5PayBQS3Fz-EQWs3zeJgjiQHfPOEn4lhCV-Gx3VdUZM_mXPP0g4q98FoiczdQJqmPZAy2-5W4yYaLk5PhWt/s320/blog123.jpg" width="320" /></a>Esconder os meus sentimentos, tomar a raiva, o choro, as lagrimas, os risos, todos pra mim, e escondê-los, pois eu acho que assim, eu consigo me defender, das mentiras, ilusões, e falsidades do mundo lá fora, talvez assim eu consiga escolher um caminho certo a seguir, sem ficar indecisa, ou por medo de me arriscar, é, é difícil mas eu vou tentar, se as pessoas não sabem dar o devido valor, é melhor eu fazer por si própria o que eu bem entendo.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-34298270080641964812011-06-26T16:42:00.000-07:002011-06-26T16:42:23.950-07:00Eu odeio quando,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlk371tHq_OjynhSme5MvvDIR5KtIpuooouJo14zkH0d3a256hKxWi8Ym7rOKS0LL5Z-8TTITqXQaZR7xpxfIKtKisr9YcFVp52hsFJOM-FraHT44VEEniSA3uGhRJprHaNDZ373fNjwy/s1600/blog122.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGlk371tHq_OjynhSme5MvvDIR5KtIpuooouJo14zkH0d3a256hKxWi8Ym7rOKS0LL5Z-8TTITqXQaZR7xpxfIKtKisr9YcFVp52hsFJOM-FraHT44VEEniSA3uGhRJprHaNDZ373fNjwy/s320/blog122.jpg" width="213" /></a>As pessoas mentem pra mim, por mais que seja uma besteirinha, começa a parti daí, pois existem mentiras que doem mais que uma facada no peito.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-469637650971032415.post-783327078467362402011-06-24T14:02:00.000-07:002011-06-24T14:02:12.131-07:00As vezes, eu me faço perguntas,<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdybZn-5dcufUY2Jd1NAytQtESMvGVSyoRh_XSUdeiUcf3K1e12FdjRzJqE9YC4MGcbcDIARGsv_o3rZc5qWeS-kLtRwAaW3_EBSae9ddWxtnPefUdZfLQuqMEIzLk6jKLENINAncZmjt/s1600/blog121.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdybZn-5dcufUY2Jd1NAytQtESMvGVSyoRh_XSUdeiUcf3K1e12FdjRzJqE9YC4MGcbcDIARGsv_o3rZc5qWeS-kLtRwAaW3_EBSae9ddWxtnPefUdZfLQuqMEIzLk6jKLENINAncZmjt/s320/blog121.jpg" width="320" /></a>Eu: Porque eu sempre passo pelas mesmas coisas ?<br />
Eu mesma me respondo: Porque eu sempre bato na mesma tecla.<br />
Eu: E pra que me ferrar ?<br />
Eu mesma me respondo: Pra tirar alguma lição de tudo o que está acontecendo.<br />
Eu: Mas se eu ja passei por isso uma vez, pra que passar de novo ?<br />
Eu mesma me respondo: Talvez seja mesmo, porque eu nunca aceito aprender com meus próprios erros, e por isso quebro a cara.<br />
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<strong><em>Caroll Assis</em></strong>Caroll Assishttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08207111827531260449noreply@blogger.com2