tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11460523927181658262024-03-13T01:07:44.713-03:00[Diz]pensando as aspasCamila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.comBlogger67125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-74510320834875263692012-01-18T13:31:00.001-02:002012-01-18T13:34:32.172-02:00Doce Solidão<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-49361918508316642962011-11-20T01:16:00.001-02:002011-12-03T11:14:41.615-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S3Mb6F7J7o/Tshw__es_BI/AAAAAAAAAk0/QHSnAHg3VaA/s1600/tumblr_lm3h4jgY8q1qfk2xuo1_r2_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--S3Mb6F7J7o/Tshw__es_BI/AAAAAAAAAk0/QHSnAHg3VaA/s320/tumblr_lm3h4jgY8q1qfk2xuo1_r2_500.jpg" width="320" /></a>Eu sou rica. Eu me sinto rica.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">(Camila Souza)</div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-90996014275312271542011-11-12T14:54:00.002-02:002012-01-17T21:38:07.374-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oD1_zHc-N2g/Tr6kxZe2hUI/AAAAAAAAAks/6iNN9RrG7rM/s1600/215692_155562361173724_100001598835149_355742_5818218_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="220" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oD1_zHc-N2g/Tr6kxZe2hUI/AAAAAAAAAks/6iNN9RrG7rM/s320/215692_155562361173724_100001598835149_355742_5818218_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>Inteligência, bagagem cultural e sensibilidade me ganham fácil, fácil.<br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-8615266660515087182011-11-11T12:58:00.002-02:002011-11-11T12:59:30.697-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLpNY6UgM5E/Tr04CYswt4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/RCFqrkRh4RM/s1600/tumblr_lg9cpsyKJZ1qg3qkko1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="201" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KLpNY6UgM5E/Tr04CYswt4I/AAAAAAAAAkk/RCFqrkRh4RM/s320/tumblr_lg9cpsyKJZ1qg3qkko1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a>Triste o quanto o incomum é incomum...</div><br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-47320039955907492722011-11-03T11:22:00.005-02:002012-01-18T12:37:29.786-02:00Quem escreve sentimento...<div style="text-align: justify;"><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/-ZwFR10wcl4Y/TrKjcANSw4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Jpd9ttE9T04/s1600/335847_209956755734284_100001598835149_582592_12255590_o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZwFR10wcl4Y/TrKjcANSw4I/AAAAAAAAAkU/Jpd9ttE9T04/s320/335847_209956755734284_100001598835149_582592_12255590_o.jpg" width="210" /></a>Quem escreve sentimento não tem ser organizado, sensato ou equilibrado na distribuição das palavras. Tem que vomitar tudo e largar lá.<br />
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Quem escreve sentimento não tem que ser consciente, se justificar ou retalhar. Sentimento não é consciente, não precisa de justificativa e é até quando absurdo, perdoável.<br />
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Quem escreve sentimento, escreve para o tipo de gente que não se contém e contorna as letras com os dedos, gente que se excita com uma junção mal feita de palavras de sentido perfeito, gente que gosta do cheiro puro e marcante da verdade e do sabor de possibilidade das reticências.</div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
Quem escreve sentimento descreve o conforto necessitado, o encanto do irrealizado e evidencia a base de um conceito racionalmente sem fundamento. <br />
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Quem escreve sentimento não tem que dar sentido ao sentimento, tem que ser sentido; não tem que amortecer o peso do que se tem a dizer com palavras covardes ou atentar aos conceitos tecidos a respeito da sua falta de hipocrisia.<br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-52204810608387205222011-11-02T23:20:00.003-02:002012-01-17T21:39:24.095-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv8oYK02HSE/TxYDILsLGbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/X3FI4Xw84eM/s1600/tumblr_l8u5sk9LKJ1qddlojo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" kba="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Dv8oYK02HSE/TxYDILsLGbI/AAAAAAAAAlA/X3FI4Xw84eM/s320/tumblr_l8u5sk9LKJ1qddlojo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a> Pessoas cheias de si são as mais carentes de outros.<br />
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</div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-66362600530627652922011-11-01T09:42:00.001-02:002012-01-17T21:29:21.344-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liMsmWp8Vr8/Tq_a9jhzCMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IWnbFElNy50/s1600/tumblr_lhdu3bbPYA1qbcenbo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-liMsmWp8Vr8/Tq_a9jhzCMI/AAAAAAAAAjw/IWnbFElNy50/s320/tumblr_lhdu3bbPYA1qbcenbo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a>Algumas pessoas assumem uma postura tão omissa na tentativa de serem éticas, que não passam de covardes...</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-45735848836794843742011-10-28T11:01:00.003-02:002012-01-17T21:29:53.795-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR3H8vHWE9Y/TqqnmBgk7DI/AAAAAAAAAis/J0H6SUjpwAQ/s1600/tumblr_lquhu1rN2q1qgdbkwo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eR3H8vHWE9Y/TqqnmBgk7DI/AAAAAAAAAis/J0H6SUjpwAQ/s320/tumblr_lquhu1rN2q1qgdbkwo1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a>Felizmente, eu sei a pessoa, a amiga, a mulher, a profissional e a discente que sou. Não preciso dos conceitos alheios quanto a isso, eu sei quem sou, o que quero e confio no meu taco. Isso é maior que tudo o que me atiram, o que me tiram; isso me basta e me mantém de pé.</div><div style="text-align: justify;">That is all.</div><br />
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</div>(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-41884794275250641012011-10-16T22:55:00.005-02:002012-01-18T13:04:37.961-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y83uVN6IINU/Tpt8VgapdSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Pu8eqlH3nvA/s1600/tumblr_l302wj2uII1qbcp0yo1_400_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="216" oda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-y83uVN6IINU/Tpt8VgapdSI/AAAAAAAAAhU/Pu8eqlH3nvA/s320/tumblr_l302wj2uII1qbcp0yo1_400_large.jpg" width="320" /></a>É noite, e depois de ser a diva do jazz no chuveiro, estou pronta para dormir.<br />
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Refresquei-me tocando com minuciosidade cada parte do meu corpo, deixando nele um perfume bom, mas que não anula o meu natural - o que é essencial. Visto uma lingerie discretamente ousada e de cor branca que em cima, cobre parte dos meus seios rijos e embaixo, desenha-me com perfeição...<br />
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Detalhes em renda, laços que clamam para serem desfeitos...<br />
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</div>(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-67701280066133946252011-10-13T15:07:00.002-03:002012-01-18T13:05:25.831-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0XBBMSfelM/TpcoxPr5DyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6mgJ9L-2oyY/s1600/tumblr_lgx9zxcSwH1qcik7yo1_r1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="217" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-w0XBBMSfelM/TpcoxPr5DyI/AAAAAAAAAhM/6mgJ9L-2oyY/s320/tumblr_lgx9zxcSwH1qcik7yo1_r1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Inteligência e sensibilidade me atraem muito mais do que um rosto bonito, um corpo sarado e uma carteira recheada. É, eu nunca fui padrão, mas ainda assim, me considero um ótima referência.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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Na despedida o sorriso apresentou lábios tão macios, úmidos, disciplinados... Não foi um beijo longo, na verdade ainda me questiono se foi um beijo; quero dizer, se foi só um beijo.<br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-28955225728718693402011-10-07T14:57:00.001-03:002012-01-18T13:08:22.117-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_46yHuclkNU/To89cdNTy7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/PTviXLh2p1o/s1600/tumblr_l6qz1vBZ1d1qc9op3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_46yHuclkNU/To89cdNTy7I/AAAAAAAAAg0/PTviXLh2p1o/s320/tumblr_l6qz1vBZ1d1qc9op3.jpg" width="320" /></a>Não existe nada mais hipócrita que a falsa modéstia.</div><br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-91860551558035158792011-10-07T14:49:00.002-03:002012-01-18T13:09:22.251-02:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OwMV1kIkHw/To87lfeE7II/AAAAAAAAAgw/FjeBwDNdONg/s1600/tumblr_ljrexbwgBJ1qbyboto1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--OwMV1kIkHw/To87lfeE7II/AAAAAAAAAgw/FjeBwDNdONg/s320/tumblr_ljrexbwgBJ1qbyboto1_500.jpg" width="320" /></a>O ruim de ser muito bom e ágil quanto a execução prática de um trabalho, é que as pessoas se apegam a apenas isso e imobilizam o seu capital intelectual.</div><br />
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(Camila Souza)Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-55452389773948015072011-09-22T13:55:00.002-03:002012-01-17T10:53:12.885-02:00Caindo de volta em mim...<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0cm;"></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_bxGBrpSFQ/Tnto10364-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/F1rxtVilcm8/s1600/maquina_escrever.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k_bxGBrpSFQ/Tnto10364-I/AAAAAAAAAgc/F1rxtVilcm8/s320/maquina_escrever.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Para mim, escrever é um ténue desabafo; é romper a casca de dentro para fora e respirar tranquilamente ainda a sangue-quente, o que não costuma acontecer quando opto por abrir a boca. Não sei, mas até eu vejo as minhas emoções mais simpáticas, quando lidas... Ditas são de tão sinceras e intensas, estúpidas. Tá, para quem não tem noção do borbulhar dentro de mim, mas ainda assim, estúpidas. É vital gritar, e eu grito. Em caps lock, mas eu grito.</div><br />
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</a>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-3918293785011404352011-07-08T21:06:00.000-03:002011-07-08T21:06:21.381-03:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLvF76aLlw/ThebVkqX0KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qmqTekSGvD8/s1600/cultivecqb116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xuLvF76aLlw/ThebVkqX0KI/AAAAAAAAAgE/qmqTekSGvD8/s200/cultivecqb116.jpg" width="200" /></a>Eu espero mesmo que você esteja tão bem, quanto tenta transparecer estar.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-63071570738802433812011-07-03T04:07:00.002-03:002011-09-23T00:31:32.417-03:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-Qkk6GUKys/ThAVHNpk_II/AAAAAAAAAf8/tbR1TMdRjbQ/s1600/cultivecqb112.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="150" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-I-Qkk6GUKys/ThAVHNpk_II/AAAAAAAAAf8/tbR1TMdRjbQ/s200/cultivecqb112.jpg" width="200" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Você é cicatriz em mim. Não houve tempo que apagasse...</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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</span></div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-25845947613206454422011-07-03T00:23:00.001-03:002011-07-03T00:24:45.442-03:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn48nJmYco8/Tg_gnmO0NDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b0BJqoj2Ny8/s1600/cultivecqb110.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="133" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xn48nJmYco8/Tg_gnmO0NDI/AAAAAAAAAf0/b0BJqoj2Ny8/s200/cultivecqb110.jpg" width="200" /></a>Saber preservar também é um dom. E digo com convicção: de poucos.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br />
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</div>Camila Souzahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02682972097612272223noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1146052392718165826.post-13238723437226246892011-06-04T22:52:00.001-03:002011-06-05T12:31:27.456-03:00Dispensando as "aspas"<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-941s8SQrKK0/TeuhQa_LukI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1Rw9k_SenMU/s1600/cultivecqb101.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-941s8SQrKK0/TeuhQa_LukI/AAAAAAAAAeo/1Rw9k_SenMU/s200/cultivecqb101.jpeg" width="154" /></a><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Vou me pintar de canção, quero ver se a mim você toca tão bem.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style="line-height: 115%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
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