tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59156988595013265812011-07-08T02:52:23.324-07:00Estarei onde tu estiveres, serei o que tu quiseres.Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-37523380720412420202010-02-22T14:57:00.000-08:002010-02-22T14:59:56.886-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/S4MMJCtWa6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7oLxnR_5E1o/s1600-h/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(122).jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441206124279131042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/S4MMJCtWa6I/AAAAAAAAAF4/7oLxnR_5E1o/s320/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(122).jpg" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"> <span style="font-size:130%;"> És o homem da minha vida.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-3752338072041242020?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-58629101249883455432010-02-22T12:06:00.000-08:002010-02-22T12:37:39.490-08:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/S4Lq92_KMHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Urxkje-hZY0/s1600-h/i+love+you.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 106px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441169648270323826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/S4Lq92_KMHI/AAAAAAAAAFY/Urxkje-hZY0/s320/i+love+you.png" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:courier new;"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-5862910124988345543?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-46878349077653664092009-11-03T02:36:00.000-08:002009-11-03T02:39:19.868-08:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SvAIB-QNRpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXrkUPKADvY/s1600-h/DSC07129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399824783201093266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SvAIB-QNRpI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/gXrkUPKADvY/s200/DSC07129.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">I'm back !</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-4687834907765366409?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-61995965901395894752009-04-23T04:16:00.001-07:002009-04-23T04:16:42.245-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SfBOEuHQgZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FDcwCsDO5NI/s1600-h/clown.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327844202184212882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 201px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SfBOEuHQgZI/AAAAAAAAAFI/FDcwCsDO5NI/s320/clown.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-6199596590139589475?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-72389737524783758552009-04-21T03:28:00.000-07:002009-04-21T05:06:42.957-07:00<span style="color:#330000;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><strong>Quem és ?</strong></span> </span><br /><span style="color:#330000;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#330000;">Sou tudo aquilo que tu não és, não foste, nem serás. <em>Jamais !</em></span></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"> </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-7238973752478375855?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-16888821088629221782009-04-15T04:53:00.000-07:002009-04-15T05:10:27.866-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;">Ver-te sorrir eu nunca te vi.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;">E a cantar, eu nunca te ouvi.</span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330000;">Será te ti ou pensas que tens... que ser assim.</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"></span></div><br /><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330000;"></span></div><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324888952992037698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SeXOSk99-0I/AAAAAAAAAFA/A-A0LAD91h8/s320/DSC03402.JPG" border="0" /><br /></p><div align="left"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-1688882108862922178?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-78926294280059227612009-02-23T04:12:00.000-08:002009-02-23T09:36:13.510-08:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SaKWegKup9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/xXoraeSjyZo/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04036.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305968761771042770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SaKWegKup9I/AAAAAAAAAEo/xXoraeSjyZo/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC04036.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="color:#000000;"><strong><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Até sempre .</span></strong><br /><br /></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000000;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#333333;">QUARTA-FEIRA, 26 DE MARÇO DE 2008<br /></span></div></span><div align="right"><br /><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(21:20) F:</span> qual foi a ultima sms?<br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(21:21) S:</span> foi a dizer se achavas suficiente o qe fazes para te merecer.</span></span>(...)<br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(21:26) F:</span> olha,<br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(21:26) S:</span> diz amor ,<br /><span style="color:#ffcccc;">(21:27) F:</span> nao csg viver sem ti.</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-7892629428005922761?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-4878653365893664832009-02-17T04:09:00.000-08:002009-02-17T04:40:17.368-08:00<div align="left">Se tambem achas que cada um vive a vida que tem, à sua maneira, então vai viver a tua que e vivo a minha. Não preciso da tua opinião, de conselhos, de avisos, de tentativas para acabar comigo, muito menos de falsas prescrições daquele que te tirou o juizo por completo. </div>E como um ser inteligente e superior que mostras ser, já deves ter percebido que não sou assim tão diferente de ti, que nada me passa ao lado como tu julgas e que aquilo que mostro ser, não é nada, comparado com aquilo que realmente sou.<br /><br /><div align="right">Tu falas-te, eu ouvi-te. Agora escuta .. </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-487865336589366483?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-25406206404845917612008-10-06T03:13:00.000-07:002008-10-06T03:21:11.544-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SOnmkoGMdRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fiXpHikqLas/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+50400041.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253983957217473810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SOnmkoGMdRI/AAAAAAAAAD4/fiXpHikqLas/s320/C%C3%B3pia+de+50400041.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SOnlns4v-FI/AAAAAAAAADo/DICrOo5gAYs/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+50400041.JPG"></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;">Quando sentires que te vais perder, sabes que não te vou deixar cair. Vou estar aqui <strong>até ao fim</strong>.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-2540620640484591761?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-19996689679851821012008-07-16T03:15:00.001-07:002008-07-16T03:19:07.542-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SH3LEasnQwI/AAAAAAAAADE/8IugblNBtDU/s1600-h/CARAL%C3%87HO+PAH.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223554419566002946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SH3LEasnQwI/AAAAAAAAADE/8IugblNBtDU/s320/CARAL%C3%87HO+PAH.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ri-te, senão doi mais .</span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-1999668967985182101?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-69145758744113502092008-07-02T14:04:00.000-07:002008-07-02T14:27:49.350-07:00<a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGvytY7hoKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hub68XRqYSc/s1600-h/01-08-07_2021-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218531454839005346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGvytY7hoKI/AAAAAAAAACQ/hub68XRqYSc/s320/01-08-07_2021-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGvuBFOOM-I/AAAAAAAAACI/k-t7kHB-D_U/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+P8030114.JPG"></a><em><br /></em><span style="color:#996633;"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Faz o que puderes, com o que tiveres, onde estiveres.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-6914575874411350209?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-44593991475541610152008-06-28T16:57:00.000-07:002008-06-30T04:24:00.338-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGbRnGCGODI/AAAAAAAAACA/t3OGjpLwik0/s1600-h/DSC01300.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217087687919810610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGbRnGCGODI/AAAAAAAAACA/t3OGjpLwik0/s320/DSC01300.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#663333;"><em>Sei de cor cada lugar teu</em>, atado em mim, a cada lugar meu. Tento entender o rumo que a vida nos faz tomar, tento esquecer a mágoa, guardar só o que é bom de guardar.</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;">Pensa em mim, protege o que eu te dou. Eu penso em ti e dou-te o que de melhor eu sou, sem ter defesas que me façam falhar nesse lugar mais dentro, onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar. </span><span style="color:#663333;">Fica em mim que hoje o tempo dói, como se arrancassem tudo o que já foi e até o que virá e até o que eu sonhei. Diz-me que vais guardar e abraçar tudo o que eu te dei. Mesmo que a vida mude os nossos sentidos e o mundo nos leve pra longe de nós e que um dia o tempo pareça perdido e tudo se desfaça num gesto só. </span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"><em>Eu vou guardar cada lugar teu</em> ancorado em cada lugar meu e hoje apenas isso me faz acreditar que eu vou chegar contigo onde só chega quem não tem medo de naufragar.</span></div><div><span style="color:#663333;"></span> </div><div align="right"><span style="color:#663333;"><span style="color:#ccccff;">Fica, que o tempo dói.</span> </span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-4459399147554161015?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-74688751928347405492008-06-24T06:56:00.001-07:002008-06-25T05:55:50.853-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGD-qilR51I/AAAAAAAAAB4/zuOvmufMjiY/s1600-h/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(88).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215448375286163282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SGD-qilR51I/AAAAAAAAAB4/zuOvmufMjiY/s320/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(88).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O resto é silêncio.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-7468875192834740549?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-17852292535050032512008-06-16T17:15:00.000-07:002008-06-28T17:39:13.515-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFcC7_OpHHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zk3NowmP4_0/s1600-h/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(133).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212638323313024114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFcC7_OpHHI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Zk3NowmP4_0/s320/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(133).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#999999;">amor , amor</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-1785229253505003251?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-53647607900759431822008-06-15T16:29:00.000-07:002008-06-24T07:15:09.070-07:00<blockquote><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s1600-h/P4140710.JPG"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s1600-h/P4140710.JPG"></blockquote></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s1600-h/P4140710.JPG"><blockquote></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s1600-h/P4140710.JPG"></a><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s1600-h/P4140710.JPG"></blockquote></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212255695503485426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFWm8Hj96fI/AAAAAAAAABI/HJiwbJXEkyc/s320/P4140710.JPG" border="0" /><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Rasgas-me a roupa sem qualquer pudor,<br />Enquanto buscas o ar pela boca,<br /></span><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#663300;">Passeias teu cheiro em meu corpo.<br />Por entre os braços misturo tudo, Após o prazer ficaremos mudos<br />Sem saber</span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-5364760790075943182?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-2757050579976917642008-06-14T07:08:00.000-07:002008-06-16T06:10:45.628-07:00<div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">E eu? </span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color:#666666;"><span style="color:#333333;"><em>Eu estou bem</em>,</span> quase tão bem … </span></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;"></span></div><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666666;">Não fosse aquela qualquer coisa !</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-275705057997691764?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5915698859501326581.post-31917368891864429582008-06-13T17:44:00.000-07:002008-06-13T17:50:23.775-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFMVYMyUyDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j-Pq_CbDOV8/s1600-h/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(23).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211532699291142194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XW6GzG9P--c/SFMVYMyUyDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/j-Pq_CbDOV8/s320/F%C3%A1bio%27s+Photos+(23).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5915698859501326581-3191736889186442958?l=inesgomez.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Sara Gomesnoreply@blogger.com