Ando levando uns tiros à queima-roupa....
Preciso rever meus conceitos...
Ou procurar um psicólogo...
Ou reacender meu pavio curto...
Mas....

Então... fica por isso mesmo... até chegar a hora de eu desengasgar!

Que tédio, que nada...
Só muito trabalho mesmo!
;o)

Tédio
Florbela Espanca



Passo pálida e triste. Ouço dizer
"Que branca que ela é! Parece morta!"
E eu que vou sonhando, vaga, absorta,
Não tenho um gesto, ou um olhar sequer...

Que diga o mundo e a gente o que quiser!
- O que é que isso me faz?... o que me importa?...
O frio que trago dentro gela e corta
Tudo que é sonho e graça na mulher!



O que é que isso me importa?! Essa tristeza
É menos dor intensa que frieza,
É um tédio profundo de viver!

E é tudo sempre o mesmo, eternamente...
O mesmo lago plácido, dormente dias,
E os dias, sempre os mesmos, a correr...

~ P A R A B É N S ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hermã querida!


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Ver a minha irmã siaxando lá como DJ: NÃO TEM PREÇO!!!!!!!!!!!!!

15/03 - Trash Bloggers 6 - DJ convidada : Larinha
A Trash 80's tem um ligação estreita com o universo dos blogs e a prova disso é a já tradicional noite Trash Bloggers. Nesta sexta edição a nossa Goonie mais querida, Larinha é a aniversariante e DJ convidada e já prometeu muita música infantil (de Xuxa à Banana Split), trilha de filmes ("Super Herói Americano") e pop 80 (de A-ha à Miami Sound Machine). Lenore , a musa dos blogueiros, também estará comemorando mais um ano de vida.

E acontecerá pela primeira vez em nossa festa um evento de cunho beneficente, com a arrecadação de doações para a entidade "Praids" (11 / 6280-0376), uma casa de amparo à crianças e adolescentes portadoras do vírus HIV. Qualquer tipo de doação ( incluindo alimentos e roupas ) será aceita, e durante a noite sortearemos CDs entre os que participarem.

Sempre que você estiver se sentindo inútil, uma droga,
uma pessoa imprestável, que não serve nem como pano de chão,
lembre-se que um dia você já foi o espermatozóide mais esperto da turma!!!!
*@*

Nunca mais
Belvedere

E as pessoas
partem
tão inesperadamente
sem nenhum sinal.
Fica apenas
o sabor amargo
do não dito
e a certeza plena
do nunca mais.

AMENIDADES
Eu não gosto de sabonete DOVE.
Mas adorei o Shampoo e o Condicionador.
;o)

Quem diz que mulher só sabe chorar nunca entenderá uma cachoeira.
Silvia Schmidt

Ladies and gentlemen of the class of '97:

Wear sun screen.

If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sun screen would be it. The long-term benefits of sun screen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be reckless with other people's hearts. Don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.

Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40, maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It's the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.

Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.

Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.

Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you're 40 it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me on the sunscreen.

Valeu Helô... Amei isso....