tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73344085439785249882024-03-13T08:29:40.508-07:00Coisas da vidaStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-3199366292186631812011-05-31T18:21:00.001-07:002011-05-31T18:21:28.730-07:00Romance ideal .E eu pagando pelos erros,<br />
que eu nem sei se cometi !<br />
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com certeza diz, que um dia agente há de ser feliz, se Deus quiser. <br />
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Biquini C.Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-19551648620582250202011-05-31T18:13:00.000-07:002011-05-31T18:13:56.680-07:00Indios<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CijI3QO5Ey8/TeWSGRzVWrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UHbOfQ_4Uus/s1600/tumblr_lbd8v4mcay1qcsk7wo1_500_large_115542137_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CijI3QO5Ey8/TeWSGRzVWrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/UHbOfQ_4Uus/s200/tumblr_lbd8v4mcay1qcsk7wo1_500_large_115542137_large.jpg" t8="true" width="200" /></a>Quando descobri, </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que é sempre só você,</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">que me entende do início ao fim.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">E é só você que tem a cura </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">pro meu vício de insistir</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">nessa saudade que sinto,</div>de tudo o que ainda não vi .Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-8968976355821726462011-05-31T18:09:00.000-07:002011-05-31T18:09:42.788-07:00Anjo seu, todo seu.<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VDgpFKXZgI/TeWQ_veiPyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SDJ7PQR-eX8/s1600/tumblr_lm31tnQz3O1qcxieko1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5VDgpFKXZgI/TeWQ_veiPyI/AAAAAAAAAHg/SDJ7PQR-eX8/s1600/tumblr_lm31tnQz3O1qcxieko1_500_thumb.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Vou secar, qualquer lágrima que ousar cair ...</div> E eu descubro que além de anjo eu posso ser seu amor !<br />
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Banda Eva.Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-25729663535406085432011-05-29T18:37:00.000-07:002011-05-29T18:37:27.332-07:00FuracãoO meu coração está cansado de esperar,<br />
por uma pessoa que nem sei se vou achar ♪<br />
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<span style="color: #cccccc;"> </span><span style="color: #999999;">'foi tãaaao lindo *-*</span>Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-80507458262583191052011-05-26T18:42:00.000-07:002011-05-26T18:42:08.180-07:00Pra não pensar em você<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RhqvjI6TM/Td8BU3vnjXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ovIB6xlJQOg/s1600/tumblr_lfx0b3MooN1qgu6u3o1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-T1RhqvjI6TM/Td8BU3vnjXI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ovIB6xlJQOg/s1600/tumblr_lfx0b3MooN1qgu6u3o1_500_thumb.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">É impossível, eu sei<br />
Mentir que nunca te amei que foi um sonho e acabou, ô, ô<br />
Mas tenho que aceitar, Cuidar de mim e tentar <br />
Me encontrar noutro amor</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> </div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> Exaltasamba<br />
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o teu sorriso é chama da minha paixão<br />
mais é fria a madrugada sem você aqui<br />
só com você no pensamento.<br />
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D'BlackStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-18097023768828430022011-05-26T17:56:00.000-07:002011-05-26T17:56:42.183-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhYSI-TBV7U/Td72hwchdQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ERehWD0eirI/s1600/301460-9-1305663848290_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OhYSI-TBV7U/Td72hwchdQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/ERehWD0eirI/s1600/301460-9-1305663848290_thumb.jpg" t8="true" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">E respirar é a única coisa que sobra, pois amar é difícil, lutar desgasta e tentar ser feliz é cansativo.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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Meu coração está cansado e está com medo de sofrer ♪<br />
GL <span style="color: #999999;">*-*</span>Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-53169166544096959962011-05-18T12:07:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:07:22.809-07:00Exemplo<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e490IQQ7MLs/TdQYe2la8JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mQJXTXW3DkQ/s1600/tumblr_llen8y5PSg1qf75j7o1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e490IQQ7MLs/TdQYe2la8JI/AAAAAAAAAHI/mQJXTXW3DkQ/s1600/tumblr_llen8y5PSg1qf75j7o1_500_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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</div> Giulia RochaStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-41226463032993030962011-05-18T12:03:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:03:05.753-07:00<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_45L06uFboA/TdQX1QiAGOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hLkAPiPNkis/s1600/12991281808389_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_45L06uFboA/TdQX1QiAGOI/AAAAAAAAAHE/hLkAPiPNkis/s200/12991281808389_thumb.jpg" width="200" /></a>Porque, você faz assim?</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Me seduz, depois desfaz de mim.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div> JanaynnaStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-91012051656239687992011-05-18T12:00:00.000-07:002011-05-18T12:00:42.983-07:00garotos não choram<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YtyYb2IK_I/TdQW-8KWUeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6KgzdifMN6U/s1600/tumblr_lkhef7iYVz1qjrl6ho1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4YtyYb2IK_I/TdQW-8KWUeI/AAAAAAAAAHA/6KgzdifMN6U/s1600/tumblr_lkhef7iYVz1qjrl6ho1_500_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">Eu diria a você<br />
Que te amava<br />
Se achasse que você ficaria<br />
Mas eu sei que é inútil<br />
E que você já<br />
Foi embora ♪</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
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que a sua partida é uma mentira, ou uma brincadeira, sei lá.<br />
Vontade muito grande de te ver lá amanhã.<br />
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stefanni c.Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-57297665790317605692011-05-08T19:01:00.000-07:002011-05-08T19:01:59.184-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUP6e39xrUs/TcdK5S_ra4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6FUXu1FhXmU/s1600/tumblr_lfr9dolqta1qbdc17o1_400.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dUP6e39xrUs/TcdK5S_ra4I/AAAAAAAAAG8/6FUXu1FhXmU/s320/tumblr_lfr9dolqta1qbdc17o1_400.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Algumas coisas, não importa o quão dolorosas sejam, acontecem por alguma razão.</div> Terra das sombrasStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-77046154449067683382011-05-08T18:57:00.000-07:002011-05-08T18:57:44.117-07:00Coração apaixonouQuando peço vai com calma, ele ignora;<br />
meus conselhos despreza e joga fora;<br />
<em>se apaixona sem perceber</em>.<br />
O pior é que eu não posso ignorar,<br />
já tentei todas as maneiras,<br />
mas sem coração, não dá pra sobreviver.<br />
<u>Coração, porque você se apaixonou novamente pela pessoa errada?</u><br />
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JB e VStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-80845037201398742862011-04-30T16:40:00.000-07:002011-04-30T16:40:15.813-07:00Não curaEsperar não significa inércia, muito menos desinteresse; Renunciar não quer dizer que não ame; abrir mão, não quer dizer que não queira; o tempo ensina, mas não cura. <br />
Martha MedeirosStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-25722174489727409482011-04-30T16:27:00.000-07:002011-04-30T16:27:45.846-07:00Am i a fool ?<div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vojDW2oFpTA/TbyZsVHEnUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oROs5ROgARA/s1600/n%25C3%25A3o+usados+%252848%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vojDW2oFpTA/TbyZsVHEnUI/AAAAAAAAAG0/oROs5ROgARA/s1600/n%25C3%25A3o+usados+%252848%2529.jpg" /></a>At night when the stars light up my room,<br />
I sit by myself<br />
Talking to the Moon<br />
Try to get to you<br />
In hopes you're on the other side,<br />
Talking to me too<br />
Or am I a fool who sits alone<br />
Talking to the moon ♪</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> Bruno Mars<br />
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Mas confesso que maltrata ♪<br />
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Michel Teló.Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-50925149290980497742011-04-30T15:49:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:49:10.717-07:00Nossa historia<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfINd2WiMGw/TbyRjmZkE9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/yGSBBMYG8Gw/s1600/5036856698_132c2b5aa3_b_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BfINd2WiMGw/TbyRjmZkE9I/AAAAAAAAAGw/yGSBBMYG8Gw/s1600/5036856698_132c2b5aa3_b_thumb.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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Agora o que fazer, se o sonho de amar você se foi ?<br />
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Lorena ChavesStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-55954352386223449312011-04-30T15:29:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:29:15.235-07:00Por onde andei<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ULEBklUS_Q/TbyNEYCUPtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aq3TAX_yuwg/s1600/tumblr_lkdqpvu6RD1qc144qo1_500_thumb.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6ULEBklUS_Q/TbyNEYCUPtI/AAAAAAAAAGo/aq3TAX_yuwg/s200/tumblr_lkdqpvu6RD1qc144qo1_500_thumb.png" width="200" /></a>Amor, eu sinto a sua falta.</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"> E a falta é a morte da esperança. </div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
</div> Nando ReisStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-59829234047888748732011-04-30T15:17:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:34:27.046-07:00Deixe isso ir<div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDFfxpXTVh0/TbyKTJZvmvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CZMqtbhvpZY/s1600/tumblr_lkhjm2DPhF1qc52apo1_500_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="165" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FDFfxpXTVh0/TbyKTJZvmvI/AAAAAAAAAGk/CZMqtbhvpZY/s200/tumblr_lkhjm2DPhF1qc52apo1_500_thumb.jpg" width="200" /></a>Eu estou cheio de ficar triste<br />
Chorar por você.<br />
E eu estou cheio de pensar em você. <br />
E como toda música me lembra.<br />
De como costumava ser ♪<br />
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Ne-Yo</div>Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-81399963326275104512011-04-30T15:10:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:10:33.882-07:00So sick<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCm7KsKo90s/TbyIxYPkzfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-rEZinTno44/s1600/tumblr_lkhicnpAmx1qg5071o1_400_thumb.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" j8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zCm7KsKo90s/TbyIxYPkzfI/AAAAAAAAAGg/-rEZinTno44/s200/tumblr_lkhicnpAmx1qg5071o1_400_thumb.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;">And I'm so sick of love songs<br />
So tired of tears<br />
So done with wishing you were still here<br />
Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow<br />
Why can't I turn off the radio?</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"><br />
</div><div style="background-color: transparent; border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; color: black; overflow: hidden; text-align: left; text-decoration: none;"> Ne-Yo</div>Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-20276684168432233812011-04-30T15:02:00.000-07:002011-04-30T15:03:50.881-07:00Chega.Chega de mentiras, de negar o meu desejo, eu te quero mais que tudo, eu preciso do seu beijo. eu entrego a minha vida pra você fazer o que quiser de mim. Só quero ouvir você dizer que sim! Diz que é verdade, que tem saudade, que ainda você pensa muito em mim ♫<br />
Stefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7334408543978524988.post-45671292466608761172011-04-30T14:42:00.000-07:002011-04-30T14:42:43.641-07:00Evidencias<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhrdCLZhXlg/TbyB6VNu4rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tGXoDF5bNcw/s1600/n%25C3%25A3o+usados+%252890%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="166" j8="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RhrdCLZhXlg/TbyB6VNu4rI/AAAAAAAAAGc/tGXoDF5bNcw/s200/n%25C3%25A3o+usados+%252890%2529.jpg" width="200" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div>Mas a verdade é que sou louco por você, e tenho medo de pensar em te perder. ♪<br />
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Ana CarolinaStefanni Cristinehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16798009820591360478noreply@blogger.com