tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58224754040635848162011-10-30T18:02:46.908-07:00Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.comBlogger731100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-15750248738757560202011-10-30T18:01:00.000-07:002011-10-30T18:02:46.935-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqmg0ByanCw/Tq3zsO0Dl3I/AAAAAAAAARE/xa3sIR30Cb0/s1600/Allan%2Bpic216-1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qqmg0ByanCw/Tq3zsO0Dl3I/AAAAAAAAARE/xa3sIR30Cb0/s320/Allan%2Bpic216-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669455447145551730" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1575024873875756020?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-31579374039959938702011-10-01T00:45:00.000-07:002011-10-01T00:52:04.855-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmW6hBgf3_A/TP2Oq68LC1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ol3DxgIRRn0/s1600/Tempo_e_Amor.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 452px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EmW6hBgf3_A/TP2Oq68LC1I/AAAAAAAAAP4/Ol3DxgIRRn0/s1600/Tempo_e_Amor.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>Somente assim</b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Foi só assim,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que eu pude entender</div><div style="text-align: center;">que em tudo entre nós teve um fim</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que todo esse tempo nada foi de valer</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais a marca sempre vai estar em mim</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: right;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</div><div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3157937403995993870?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-11601175696973363882011-01-03T18:55:00.001-08:002011-01-03T19:10:04.363-08:00<b><span class="Apple-style-span" >Assim como você.</span></b><div><br /></div><div>Coisas que somente você e eu</div><div>Possamos entender</div><div>Olhar e às vezes se surpreender</div><div>Com tudo que chegamos a aprender</div><div>Apostar tudo no outro e crer</div><div>Que algum dia</div><div>Vamos olhar para traz e ver</div><div>Tudo aquilo que hoje sonhamos</div><div>Em fazer</div><div>E termos toda a nossa vida a viver</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1160117569697336388?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-82616312205511531952010-07-06T20:12:00.000-07:002010-07-06T20:18:17.267-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://viviannevilela.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/pensamentos.jpeg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://viviannevilela.files.wordpress.com/2008/11/pensamentos.jpeg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Você.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Eu não consigo mais parar</div><div style="text-align: center;">de pensar</div><div style="text-align: center;">em alguem em que começei a confiar</div><div style="text-align: center;">em alguem em que valha a pena</div><div style="text-align: center;">soar, gritar...</div><div style="text-align: center;">tudo o que sinto</div><div style="text-align: center;">de verdade dentro do meu coração</div><div style="text-align: center;">mais e uma coisa tão facil,</div><div style="text-align: center;">que somente abrindo minha emocão</div><div style="text-align: center;">todos saberão</div><div style="text-align: center;">se é verdade ou não</div><div style="text-align: center;">e que tudo que eu sinto não é nada em vão</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>Allan Azevedo de Castro</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8261631220551153195?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-34784191322497408302010-03-02T13:12:00.000-08:002010-03-02T13:30:15.831-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.chaco.gov.ar/cultura/Medios/foto2003/CRISTINA%20CORRADINI%20-%20Di%C3%A1fano%20horizonte%2001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.chaco.gov.ar/cultura/Medios/foto2003/CRISTINA%20CORRADINI%20-%20Di%C3%A1fano%20horizonte%2001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nem sempre</span></span><br /><br />Quando entro em meu quarto,<br />não sabendo o que fazer<br />paro e penso,<br />se tudo não poderia esquecer<br />nunca mais lembrar<br />de tudo que me faz sofrer<br />e continuar a viver.<br />Mais nem sempre o silencio<br />é a melhor opção<br />para de livrar de lembranças<br />de uma decepção<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3478419132249740830?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-11406872680883617202010-02-26T20:15:00.000-08:002010-02-26T20:22:34.090-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.distincards.com/sendcard/pages/pt/images/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 291px; height: 291px;" src="http://www.distincards.com/sendcard/pages/pt/images/cardpreview_seguindo_o_destino_600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Destino.</span></span><br /><br />Como pode ser assim<br />o destino,te traz<br />te faz, só pra mim<br />e te leva para o fim<br />sem ter o que eu quero<br />e não adiante o tempo<br />que eu espero,<br />eu já sinto,<br />que nunca mais terei<br />e já posso dizer que nunca esquecerei.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1140687268088361720?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-23887641203816326482010-02-26T20:07:00.000-08:002010-02-27T11:54:24.761-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.pedromartinelli.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/infinito.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 461px; height: 314px;" src="http://www.pedromartinelli.com.br/blog/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/infinito.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">/inf.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">E se quando nos sentimos assim,<br />fizesemos, algo que consumiste,<br />a todos que pensam sobre o fim,<br />que tudo feito atraves do nada não existe<br />que simplismente o infinito,<br />é somente algo que não consiste<br />algo em que digamos que falhamos,<br />ou simplesmente dizer<br />que o mundo não é feito somente de prazer.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2388764120381632648?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-36311295097820532592010-02-12T18:57:00.000-08:002010-02-12T19:03:56.968-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.cervenabarvapress.com/ManShadow402x600.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 362px; height: 541px;" src="http://www.cervenabarvapress.com/ManShadow402x600.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Vidas.</span><br /><br />Vidas sem rumo<br />vidas num vazio<br />seguindo como um rio<br />que só tende a crescer<br />em rumo, um destino<br />que ninguem chega a saber<br />que o que virá em seguida<br />se no momento só tende a sofrer.<br /></div><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3631129509782053259?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-25996775184730893842010-02-12T18:46:00.001-08:002010-02-12T18:56:58.501-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://alentejanando.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/caci5.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 272px;" src="http://alentejanando.weblog.com.pt/arquivo/caci5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ida e vinda</span></span><br /><br />Amores que vem<br />amores que se vão<br />escritos em caneta<br />tintas nas quais não se foram em vão<br />tintas nas quais foram,<br />verdades, que sempre foram escritas<br />palavras que na verdade,<br />nunca se foram ditas.<br /></div><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2599677518473089384?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-84611896996774316802009-12-14T11:14:00.001-08:002009-12-14T11:19:24.525-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poetasdotocantins.zip.net/images/viver.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 431px; height: 300px;" src="http://poetasdotocantins.zip.net/images/viver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /> <div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"> sonhar.</span></span><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;">sem coragem de falar<br />sem defeitos de escrever<br />tudo que sinto relatar<br />do que sinto descrever<br />que sem ao menos te tocar<br />sem ao menos te dizer<br />que é você que quero amar<br />que é com você que quero viver.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8461189699677431680?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-22960852621187815922009-12-14T11:06:00.000-08:002010-01-05T11:55:50.020-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/144211898_df051ccb56.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 379px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/48/144211898_df051ccb56.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Dias.</span><br /><br />Os dias se passaram,<br />não consigo entender<br />as feridas se curaram<br />sem ao menos perceber<br />meu coração já batia<br />sem aos menos te dizer<br />amor por outra já sentia<br />mas já gostaste de alguem<br />fazendo-me disso, refem.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2296085262118781592?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-83182797622243952892009-10-31T10:06:00.001-07:002009-10-31T10:16:14.357-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zj6MWcIL-Lk/R_pwfuUrLII/AAAAAAAAAHo/W5zoUlFvn-c/s400/SIMPLES.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 279px; height: 304px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zj6MWcIL-Lk/R_pwfuUrLII/AAAAAAAAAHo/W5zoUlFvn-c/s400/SIMPLES.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br />Simples</span><br /><br />simples palavras que pensamos<br />simples versos em que escrevemos<br />simples frases que dizemos<br />simples coisas que tentamos<br />simples ações que fazemos<br />é tudo assim para nós que amamos<br /><br /></div><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8318279762224395289?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-39466291281330669552009-10-31T09:57:00.000-07:002009-10-31T10:05:58.868-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lE9iU_Cym9M/SsQDPSTlwwI/AAAAAAAADG4/VI2uSyaRLpw/s400/arthur-braginsky-adams-rib.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lE9iU_Cym9M/SsQDPSTlwwI/AAAAAAAADG4/VI2uSyaRLpw/s400/arthur-braginsky-adams-rib.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Algumas coisas</span><br /><br />Coisas tenho para dizer<br />coisas que não consigo esquecer<br />como o seu sorriso<br />que ao ver<br />mesmo que sendo sem querer<br />não tinha mais certeza<br />se eu sabia o que era viver<br />pois agora eu sei<br />que é com você que quero aprender.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Alan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3946629128133066955?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-2299748574973947012009-10-31T06:12:00.000-07:002009-10-31T06:23:12.893-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk-yz2aPj6c/SeoXATA-ACI/AAAAAAAAQIw/nf66pfRY1Qc/s400/querer.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 282px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Tk-yz2aPj6c/SeoXATA-ACI/AAAAAAAAQIw/nf66pfRY1Qc/s400/querer.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sem saber</span><br /><br />sem saber,<br />o que realmente siginifica<br />a palavra querer<br />sendo assim, tudo se modifica<br />querendo somente com você viver<br />pois o que sinto por você não se explica,<br />sentimento que nunca vou perder<br />pois eu sei o que quero<br />espero.<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-229974857497394701?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-13989569887445147572009-10-30T05:24:00.001-07:002009-10-30T05:36:38.462-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2004/02/02/102369/GA9-13.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 277px;" src="http://ww1.prweb.com/prfiles/2004/02/02/102369/GA9-13.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Você.</span><br /><br />Pensamentos estive tendo<br />fico pensando em você<br />sempre, assim, eu não entendo<br />como pode ser tão rapido,<br />como pode ser tão facil<br />fico sempre te querendo<br />aqui, comigo<br />na verdade...<br />eu queria ser mais que um amigo.<br /></div><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1398956988744514757?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-69925291178842455582009-10-30T05:17:00.000-07:002009-10-30T05:22:31.353-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://files.myopera.com/Bowlokus/blog/desaparecendo.jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 320px;" src="http://files.myopera.com/Bowlokus/blog/desaparecendo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Somos assim.</span><br /><br />simplismente assim<br />como algo comum<br />pensavamos que não iria ter fim<br />já não importando<br />com o que aconteceu<br />pois já não me lembro quando,<br />tudo o que sentia desapareceu.<br /></div><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6992529117884245558?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-23411558979785049812009-10-20T17:05:00.000-07:002009-10-20T17:06:18.074-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/St5Qcl6ePhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8g_0wOGZTeE/s1600-h/MhWD.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394837855780355602" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 43px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/St5Qcl6ePhI/AAAAAAAAAPo/8g_0wOGZTeE/s320/MhWD.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2341155897978504981?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-11603149574837412562009-01-11T14:35:00.000-08:002009-01-11T14:41:59.537-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tempos<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">tempos passamos<br />melhores dias de minha vida<br />passei com você...<br />dias melhores ainda virão<br />não me arrependo<br />nada foi em vão<br />espero que em meu futuro<br />com você estarei<br />só quero que não esqueça ...<br />que toda minha vida te amarei.<br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" >Allan Azevedo de Castro<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1160314957483741256?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-77416620358575640662008-08-24T09:00:00.000-07:002008-08-24T09:10:31.027-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SLGG2zd2ENI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Vpo9zBwyaiA/s1600-h/374478171_4a9652b0b1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SLGG2zd2ENI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Vpo9zBwyaiA/s320/374478171_4a9652b0b1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238116117695041746" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:15;"><span style="font-size:130%;">e se um dia ...</span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span> </span></b><span style="font-size:100%;">e se um dia algo acontecer<br />e se um dia o dia amanhecer<br />sem o sol pra renascer<br />sem as plantas para florescer<br />sem a pessoas para aprender<br />mesmo se um dia acontecer<br />meu amor por você não pararas de crescer</span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7741662035857564066?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-4577043069191011032008-07-23T12:40:00.000-07:002008-07-24T16:30:05.819-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SIeJ8wkPiXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/45mIzAB3Ueg/s1600-h/9013078_8df86246ca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SIeJ8wkPiXI/AAAAAAAAAKY/45mIzAB3Ueg/s320/9013078_8df86246ca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226297569508821362" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">tudo tão reciproco<br /><br />é tudo assim<br />fazendo parte de você e de mim<br />vendo que não terá mais fim<br />se jogo nesse amor<br />vejo que nunca amar você sera ruim<br />nunca!<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-457704306919101103?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-36240935446989791632008-07-20T17:48:00.000-07:002008-07-20T18:02:15.160-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SIPdq5kUvFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9x1Vd2aKXu4/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SIPdq5kUvFI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9x1Vd2aKXu4/s320/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225263721757326418" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Aquilo que eu te dei...</span><br /></span><br />aquela coisa que te dei<br />desde a vez em que te beijei<br />já pensei que valeria a pena<br />e valeu<br />pois o que você faz e fez me rendeu<br />e ainda tento retribuir<br />com o coração que você me deu<br /><br /><br /></div><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3624093544698979163?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-41741844745072163232008-05-28T18:23:00.000-07:002008-05-28T18:31:47.502-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SD4F1MI3uyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qO21IZG1wkM/s1600-h/image_caminho.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/SD4F1MI3uyI/AAAAAAAAAKI/qO21IZG1wkM/s320/image_caminho.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205604630636509986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Caminhos andou</span><br /><br />por vários caminhos eu andei<br />mais nem um eu te encontrei<br />andei, andei... Nada achei<br />em falso me cansei<br />até que um dia seu caminho eu cruzei<br />foi algo inexplicável... Me regenerei<br />vi que você ia ser algo como nunca amei .</p> <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4174184474507216323?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-54757438628044450552008-03-26T10:21:00.001-07:002008-03-26T10:28:59.735-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R-qGKcZaYYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mVhFhUZ_7y8/s1600-h/solidao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R-qGKcZaYYI/AAAAAAAAAKA/mVhFhUZ_7y8/s320/solidao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182101835222770050" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >Sempre...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">não consigo entender<br />é sempre assim<br />o verdadeiro sentido de viver<br />sempre que te tenho alguem pra mim<br />sinto estar amando<br />sinto que quero ter aquilo até o fim<br />o sentimento de estar voando<br />comigo sempre acaba<br />sempre!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-5475743862804445055?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-17735797928910618222008-03-09T09:23:00.000-07:002008-03-09T09:36:32.420-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R9QROK_a_yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bzBaniV2kpo/s1600-h/1198456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R9QROK_a_yI/AAAAAAAAAJw/bzBaniV2kpo/s320/1198456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175780806921748258" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">O que é amor?<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">amor o que seria?<br />não compriendo o que sinto<br />sempre tentei mais nunca sentia<br />agora eu vi ,agora aprendi<br />que o verdadeiro amor<br />foi o que senti<br />quando vi você!</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Allan Azevedo de Catro</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1773579792891061822?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-31120024199185777802008-03-03T15:35:00.000-08:002008-03-03T15:54:33.091-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R8yMmtLjvUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aJ0IKyNm244/s1600-h/pensamentos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R8yMmtLjvUI/AAAAAAAAAJo/aJ0IKyNm244/s320/pensamentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173664668532849986" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Ser livre!<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">Quero ser livre de meus desejos<br />quero ser livre de mim mesmo<br />quero poder viver<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">não somente sobreviver<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">sem ter o que fazer<br />quero viver para sempre<br />sem o desejo de te querer<br /><br /><br /></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3112002419918577780?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-35841599895372644102008-02-20T12:53:00.000-08:002008-02-20T12:58:08.457-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7yT6_8TpKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fGQHXQkcfmY/s1600-h/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0hGTCgajqr5tQIJIPO071XLpvfROJFkg3RzYJdMEnW64bgzke9w8c7CBEibSswddV2W0NaxX9MKS_Yu7FowrlMFJJeV8KEg8QbUE4ta_CmBcc3SaEpwq8pr_0KJKBRQs-rZl258OqN8y4DncWTANkw.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7yT6_8TpKI/AAAAAAAAAJg/fGQHXQkcfmY/s320/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0hGTCgajqr5tQIJIPO071XLpvfROJFkg3RzYJdMEnW64bgzke9w8c7CBEibSswddV2W0NaxX9MKS_Yu7FowrlMFJJeV8KEg8QbUE4ta_CmBcc3SaEpwq8pr_0KJKBRQs-rZl258OqN8y4DncWTANkw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169169114120561826" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Nossos corpos podem estar longes<br />mais nosso corações estão pertos<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Lazaro Felipe Pereira</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3584159989537264410?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-87462355990380414282008-02-19T12:20:00.000-08:002008-02-19T12:32:12.306-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7s8J_8TpII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AvYydtZIRo4/s1600-h/sozinha01-full.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7s8J_8TpII/AAAAAAAAAJQ/AvYydtZIRo4/s320/sozinha01-full.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168791139818644610" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Tentando<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">quero dizer...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Quero explicar</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">o que sinto...</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Te contar</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">que o que realmente quero</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">é te amar...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" >Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8746235599038041428?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-47897950172931634272008-02-15T16:26:00.001-08:002008-02-15T16:31:42.219-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7YuOf8TpHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f63AeH3quPw/s1600-h/fearbyxoxchrystalxoxco2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R7YuOf8TpHI/AAAAAAAAAJI/f63AeH3quPw/s320/fearbyxoxchrystalxoxco2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167368449081713778" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Estamos num mundo<br />onde pessoas tem medo de sí mesmas<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4789795017293163427?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-25691515489301099792008-01-26T17:37:00.000-08:002008-01-26T17:57:02.590-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5vg_rThw_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YdYOKtQBex4/s1600-h/relogio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5vg_rThw_I/AAAAAAAAAHc/YdYOKtQBex4/s320/relogio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159965182644044786" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">O tempo que passa...<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:85%;">O tempo que passa<br />e com ele eu penso<br />em como reagir<br />como parar...<br />Como interagir<br />gritar,rir<br />já não sei fingir,<br />não sei dizer<br />não consigo explicar<br />a sensação estranha que é<br />realmente amar</span><br /></span><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2569151548930109979?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-14053067268269367772008-01-26T11:11:00.000-08:002008-01-26T11:22:18.084-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5uH97Thw-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/2nJEzfexBAY/s1600-h/erro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5uH97Thw-I/AAAAAAAAAHU/2nJEzfexBAY/s320/erro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159867296044401634" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">O pior erro do ser humano </span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">é não tentar !</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /></span></span></div><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1405306726826936777?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-70809339225145707042008-01-24T04:55:00.000-08:002008-01-24T05:10:51.056-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5iNBLThw9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JqPSMDhEsTw/s1600-h/6813_200028344-001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5iNBLThw9I/AAAAAAAAAHM/JqPSMDhEsTw/s320/6813_200028344-001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159028424506983378" border="0" /></a><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >chances<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">chances eu tive ...<br />mais joguei-as fora<br />não sei o que ouve<br />agora as quero de volta<br />pois nunca soube<br />o que realmente queria<br />e não sabia<br />que sem você não viveria<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7080933922514570704?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-68432813851819546612008-01-19T12:44:00.000-08:002008-01-19T12:54:19.653-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5Jh_SjXNmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C_eUspb1LFo/s1600-h/nuvens-andradas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R5Jh_SjXNmI/AAAAAAAAAHE/C_eUspb1LFo/s320/nuvens-andradas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157292263232452194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">As vezes</span></span><br /><br />as vezes penso<br />no que posso ser<br />amanhã , ou depois<br />as vezes penso<br />no que posso fazer<br />para que um dia ...<br />Ao seu lado eu possa viver ...<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6843281385181954661?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-32700150820771446232008-01-09T14:10:00.000-08:002008-01-09T14:31:02.410-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R4VIiCjXNlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BDzcCE5Vbj8/s1600-h/erik-reis.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R4VIiCjXNlI/AAAAAAAAAG8/BDzcCE5Vbj8/s320/erik-reis.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153605098233345618" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Opções<br /><br /></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal">Diante da vida<br />temos varias opções<br />têm algumas que escolhemos<br />que não temos soluções<br />temos que voltar<br />e nunca pensando em descansar<br />às vezes fico pensando...<br />Em que decisão devo tomar</p> <span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3270015082077144623?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-88283119893537503682007-12-27T16:03:00.001-08:002007-12-27T16:15:02.066-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y179/night8wolf/354324.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y179/night8wolf/354324.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:15;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Vontade</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:15;"><span style="font-size:100%;">vontade de te ter<br />coisa que aconteceu<br />quando a vi<br />não tirei mais da cabeça<br />já não esqueço<br />quando me olhou e sorriu<br />quase enlouqueço<br />por isso digo que é um amor desses<br />eu reconheço</span></span></span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8828311989353750368?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-53550716804078105672007-12-27T15:47:00.001-08:002007-12-27T16:01:37.073-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R3Q6bijXNkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nvYtv-Tgqx0/s1600-h/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R3Q6bijXNkI/AAAAAAAAAG0/nvYtv-Tgqx0/s320/JOAOCOUTINHO-PRAIA-PEGADAS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148804518797325890" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sumiu<br /></span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"><br /></span>o amor que um dia existiu<br />Hoje já não sinto<br />pois acho que sumiu<br />não sei o que houve<br />outra pessoa apareceu<br />meu coração enlouqueceu<br />cansou de ser rejeitado<br />agora não vais mais ter o que é MEU!</p><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /><o:p></o:p></p> </div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-5355071680407810567?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-71485556797803453752007-12-23T06:51:00.001-08:002007-12-23T07:20:09.011-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R258oCjXNjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9C_KY3QxRS8/s1600-h/saudade-ricardotavares.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R258oCjXNjI/AAAAAAAAAGs/9C_KY3QxRS8/s320/saudade-ricardotavares.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147188451452859954" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">lembranças<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">lambranças de um tempo<br />como aquele nunca foi<br />lembranças que me trazem saudades<br />saudades de alguem<br />em que varios dias me fez bem<br />sei não foi bom ficar longe<br />nem apenas por pouco tempo<br />não foi bom ...</span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span></span></div><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7148555679780345375?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-44934806997042640992007-12-22T15:17:00.001-08:002007-12-22T15:27:24.949-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R22bMSjXNhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mFG3T7yI-rg/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7as.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R22bMSjXNhI/AAAAAAAAAGc/mFG3T7yI-rg/s320/crian%C3%A7as.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146940584595240466" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >tempos</span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br />faz tempo que te conheço<br />talves você tenha esquecido de mim<br />em alguns momentos<br />mais de tempos<br />que eu percebí<br />que eu realmente gosto de tí<br />eu sei isso é estranho<br />coisa que derrepente aconteceu<br />meu amor por você cresceu<br />e eu desejo ter algo que possa ser meu<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4493480699704264099?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-76447910727317743772007-12-14T16:19:00.000-08:002007-12-14T16:21:48.520-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R2MdyijXNgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lBI8sbrey2Q/s1600-h/olhar.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R2MdyijXNgI/AAAAAAAAAGU/lBI8sbrey2Q/s320/olhar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143987953493030402" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >OLHAR...<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Leia meus olhos<br />que dizem...<br />O que te chama<br />leia...<br />E veja quem realmente te ama</span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7644791072731774377?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-2504710647718876982007-12-02T14:47:00.000-08:002007-12-03T04:24:53.167-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R1M5RFsgjPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/Xpo3A1cP82U/s1600-R/olhos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R1M5RFsgjPI/AAAAAAAAAGM/EAm3kJvO21s/s320/olhos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139514565509287154" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><b>Pensamentos e desejos<br /></b></span><br />Pensamentos que voam<br />como o vento que surge<br />simples lembranças ressoam<br />de pessoas amadas...<br />Coisas passadas<br />de simples lembranças<br />aquelas que já não voltam</p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-250471064771887698?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-71019949595609906832007-11-30T14:12:00.000-08:002007-11-30T14:20:48.548-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R1CLJlsgjOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/4tUOmn1gYL8/s1600-R/6_separados_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R1CLJlsgjOI/AAAAAAAAAGE/x7xmvGgvjD8/s320/6_separados_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138760171683613922" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Distancia<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />a distancia entre duas pessoas<br />na qual se amam<br />não é facil<br />o tempo já não ajuda<br />a vontade é tanta<br />já fazendo de tudo<br />para ver quem te encanta<br />não é facil viver<br />longe de quem se ama<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7101994959560990683?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-12631650592300737092007-11-27T11:53:00.000-08:002007-11-27T12:14:01.386-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0x2P0DflXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_bun9Vp21tg/s1600-h/0000tcdy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0x2P0DflXI/AAAAAAAAAFg/_bun9Vp21tg/s320/0000tcdy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137611288966305138" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mais um dia<br /><br /></span></span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Mais um dia sem você<br />mais um dia sem teus beijos<br />mais um dia sem teu olhar<br />mais um dia só irei sofrer<br />mais um dia tudo posso mudar<br />mais um dia posso tela só para mim<br />mais um dia... Ainda há de chegar</span><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1263165059230073709?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-75595369354479189642007-11-27T11:40:00.000-08:002007-11-27T12:01:45.326-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0xzgEDflWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GFtUtqu6uZI/s1600-h/hhh.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0xzgEDflWI/AAAAAAAAAFY/GFtUtqu6uZI/s320/hhh.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137608269604296034" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pensamentos em você<br /></span></span><br /><p class="MsoNormal">Pensando em você<br />eu percebi sem querer<br />que vai ser difícil<br />ficar a ver<br />por apenas alguns instantes<br />ficar sem ver teu sorriso<br />sem teu olhar<br />coisa difícil para mim<br />vai ser suportar</p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">A</span><span style="font-style: italic;">llan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7559536935447918964?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-5569384768702000002007-11-26T02:08:00.001-08:002007-11-26T02:10:01.707-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0qbR0DflVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ueWpBoNBCAI/s1600-h/mudanca.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0qbR0DflVI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/ueWpBoNBCAI/s320/mudanca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137089055302849874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >As coisas na vida<br />nunca permanecem as mesmas</span><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-556938476870200000?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-69613075583978353492007-11-24T08:42:00.000-08:002007-11-24T10:43:39.124-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0hv_UDflUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XMM7wqGu0sc/s1600-h/beijo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0hv_UDflUI/AAAAAAAAAFI/XMM7wqGu0sc/s320/beijo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136478508521854274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">silencio<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;">a hora que o silencio se cala<br />a voz se apaga<br />só sentindo os batimentos<br />do coração<br />pensamos em como seria bom<br />estar com a pessoa que ama<br />mesmo que seja em um silencio com som<br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6961307558397835349?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-48922819462011244242007-11-20T10:36:00.001-08:002007-11-20T10:57:01.290-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0MrjkDflRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/v2XbIUWGQM8/s1600-h/coracao.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0MrjkDflRI/AAAAAAAAAEw/v2XbIUWGQM8/s320/coracao.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134995890106242322" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">...<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span> <p class="MsoNormal">É difícil só te adorar<br />sabendo que a amo<br />dizer somente e adoro<br />enquanto queria dizer amo-te<br />quando queria estar ao seu lado<br />pois a cada segundo já sinto sua falta<br />a cada segundo...<br />Meus pensamentos não param<br />só pensam em uma coisa<br />você</p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4892281946201124424?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-64806602557694111742007-11-20T07:37:00.000-08:002007-11-20T07:55:52.461-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0MB3kDflQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EePyswP1EzU/s1600-h/sozinho2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/R0MB3kDflQI/AAAAAAAAAEo/EePyswP1EzU/s320/sozinho2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134950054215259394" border="0" /></a><br /> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Sozinho<br /><br /></span></b>um ser sozinho...<br />Lembrando em que um dia foi feliz<br />querendo que volte aos tempos<br />coisa que nunca quis<br />mais serão somente alguns dias<br />que depois de passar<br />o desejo só há de aumentar<br />e então verá<br />que foi tudo uma ilusão<br />que aquele amor será difícil sustentar</p><p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"></p><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6480660255769411174?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-12258781901584332922007-11-16T17:12:00.000-08:002007-11-16T17:26:00.092-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rz5AikDflPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AMBr9n5M4BY/s1600-h/aprend10.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rz5AikDflPI/AAAAAAAAAEg/AMBr9n5M4BY/s320/aprend10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133611587787003122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size:15;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Erros</span></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:100%;">erros são feitos<br />para que com eles<br />possamos aprender<br />desfrutar e crescer<br />sei que não é fácil<br />quando chega a acontecer<br />mais eles são feitos...<br />Para o bem de o nosso próprio SER!</span></p> <span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1225878190158433292?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-59292391154628441472007-11-14T14:31:00.000-08:002007-11-14T15:20:54.118-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzuAEGs5PUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ELArvYLJCJY/s1600-h/Mulher-Rosas.bmp.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzuAEGs5PUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/ELArvYLJCJY/s320/Mulher-Rosas.bmp.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132837008325557570" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">Mentiras</span></span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span>Pessoas mentem ...<br />para fugir da sua propria<br />realidade<br />e acabem esquecendo<br />que vivem entre verdade<br />ao inves de ser ao menos singelo<br />prefere viver em seu mundinho<br />paralelo<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-5929239115462844147?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-85128988906833690202007-11-10T17:24:00.000-08:002007-11-10T17:30:45.759-08:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzZaxdU6dHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qzfI_tuT9LQ/s1600-h/Anjos+%28172%29.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzZaxdU6dHI/AAAAAAAAAEI/qzfI_tuT9LQ/s320/Anjos+%28172%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131388631167693938" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;">AnJo!</span></span></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:100%;">anjo da paz<br />caiu... suas asas quebrou<br />para longe voou<br />sem chances de voltar<br />prefirindo em guerra ficar<br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8512898890683369020?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-79855512250632770442007-11-06T13:16:00.000-08:002007-11-06T14:06:42.742-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzDaCnvfleI/AAAAAAAAAEA/56ixylxf8U0/s1600-h/Maos-34.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RzDaCnvfleI/AAAAAAAAAEA/56ixylxf8U0/s320/Maos-34.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129839714137773538" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saudade<br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">saudade ...<br />saudade do tempo<br />do tempo que não volta<br />saudades da pessoa<br />que quais quer o porque não importa<br />o que importa é estar ao lado<br />de quem te ama e te conforta<br /><br /></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7985551225063277044?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-89464470473853528762007-11-04T13:29:00.001-08:002007-11-04T13:43:42.630-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ry45x3vfldI/AAAAAAAAAD4/euJXJ5BI6V4/s1600-h/eskecer_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ry45x3vfldI/AAAAAAAAAD4/euJXJ5BI6V4/s320/eskecer_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129100554561099218" border="0" /></a> <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pensamentos </span><br /></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"> Coisa que não podemos ler<br />muito menos ver<br />coisa que sem<br />não podemos viver...<br />E ele não nos faz esquecer<br />que os pensamentos são feitos<br />para nos fortalecer</span></p> <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8946447047385352876?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-10178322272621924332007-11-03T11:29:00.000-07:002007-11-03T11:33:06.449-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ryy-QHvflbI/AAAAAAAAADo/3Y3BQ8_0-rY/s1600-h/asas.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ryy-QHvflbI/AAAAAAAAADo/3Y3BQ8_0-rY/s320/asas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128683259833587122" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">melhor se enganar com a doce ilusão...</span><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"> do que viver o amargo do real</span><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-style: italic;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1017832227262192433?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-42181766338718650792007-11-01T12:18:00.001-07:002007-11-03T11:35:11.521-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ryy_KHvflcI/AAAAAAAAADw/0H5G1kKfrSs/s1600-h/227479-large.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Ryy_KHvflcI/AAAAAAAAADw/0H5G1kKfrSs/s320/227479-large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5128684256265999810" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" >As pessoas não são más ...</span><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Elas só estão perdidas !...</span></span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4218176633871865079?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-23502522032229587242007-10-29T10:29:00.000-07:002007-10-29T10:38:03.499-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RyYY4nvflYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u3SXY3ING68/s1600-h/momentos.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RyYY4nvflYI/AAAAAAAAADQ/u3SXY3ING68/s320/momentos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126812586827814274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span style="font-size: 15.5pt;">Momentos... </span></b><br /><br />Momentos bons...<br />Aquele em que você me amava...<br />Aqueles em que não podíamos ser amados<br />mais mesmo assim... Aceitávamos<br />hoje... Já podendo nos amar...<br />Mais nada você quer...<br />Mais nada...</p> <br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-2350252203222958724?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-14117039054526273302007-10-21T09:10:00.001-07:002007-10-21T09:14:28.398-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rxt6FygrdKI/AAAAAAAAADI/WuuckMAtNz4/s1600-h/Magical+taste+of+decay.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rxt6FygrdKI/AAAAAAAAADI/WuuckMAtNz4/s320/Magical+taste+of+decay.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123823240940844194" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">Como enganar pessoas... Com verdades?<br /><span style="font-size:100%;"><br /></span></span></span></span></span><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" >Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-1411703905452627330?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-84196110551979059672007-10-12T07:15:00.000-07:002007-10-12T07:31:25.516-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rw-DHygrdJI/AAAAAAAAADA/kG1BSSueAo0/s1600-h/actual_encuentro.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rw-DHygrdJI/AAAAAAAAADA/kG1BSSueAo0/s320/actual_encuentro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120455471184704658" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" ><br /></span><div style="text-align: center;"> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">Amores inesquecíveis<br /><br /></span></b><span style="font-size: 13.5pt;">existem amores<br />que dizem ser para sempre<br />que dizem se eternizar<br />mais se eternizam<br />somente em nossas mentes<br />mostrando o quanto<br />somos inocentes<br />e insensíveis<br />aqueles amores<br />inesperados... Inesquecíveis</span><o:p></o:p></p> <br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span></span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8419611055197905967?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-60706690065249396932007-10-08T17:01:00.000-07:002007-10-08T17:08:28.616-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">Desculpas...<br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">O amor que sinto por você<br />já é eterno<br />e já posso sentir isso<br />peço-lhe desculpas<br />pois não tinha percebido<br />o amor que sinto por ti<br />chega a ser proibido<br />então já me decido<br />que o resto da minha vida<br />quer passar contigo</p> <br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6070669006524939693?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-66933429124208003872007-10-08T15:16:00.000-07:002007-10-08T15:36:25.651-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwqtIigrdHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/38YmEVIKcVU/s1600-h/url.htm"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwqtIigrdHI/AAAAAAAAAC0/38YmEVIKcVU/s320/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119094288674419826" border="0" /></a><br /> <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center"><b><span style="font-size: 15.5pt;">Separados... </span></b><br /><br />Dois amores separados<br />sem mais mãos entrelaçado<br /><span style=""> </span>Separados pelos seus passados<br />Pensando que algum dia<br />o amor pode ter fim<br />mesmo em dois mundos<br />ainda pensando em estarem juntos<o:p></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <div style="text-align: center;"><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left; font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6693342912420800387?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-60786677946940718352007-10-05T20:20:00.001-07:002007-10-06T09:39:08.842-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rwb_eygrdGI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLR2IhWJb_A/s1600-h/266046782_7d4170d5e2_o.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rwb_eygrdGI/AAAAAAAAACs/bLR2IhWJb_A/s320/266046782_7d4170d5e2_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118058930973144162" border="0" /></a><br /><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >O caminho é para o lixo...</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" ><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);font-size:180%;" >Mais já não estamos no próprio?</span><o:p></o:p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6078667794694071835?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-58682145078564878352007-10-04T15:58:00.000-07:002007-10-04T16:32:29.680-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwVxHigrdFI/AAAAAAAAACk/THV0rGSo2JE/s1600-h/sixth-sense.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwVxHigrdFI/AAAAAAAAACk/THV0rGSo2JE/s320/sixth-sense.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117620925913330770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />A vida<br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">A vida<br /><br />existe vida<br />que é pesada e sofrida<br />mais vamos vivendo<br />sem parar, crescendo<br />crescendo e aprendendo<br />verdades escutando<br />e nossas almas fortalecendo<br />para que quando envelhecermos<br />estarmos forte...<br />Só esperando nosso momento de morte</p> <br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-5868214507856487835?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-81276078223798631142007-10-02T09:36:00.000-07:002007-10-02T09:40:02.240-07:00<p class="MsoNormal">por você trocaria tudo<br />trocaria o mundo<br />você não me faz mal ...<br />tomar distancia ...<br />para mim pode ser fatal<br />pois o amor que sinto<br />não foi proposital</p> <br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-8127607822379863114?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-72020663147181466662007-10-02T09:18:00.001-07:002007-10-02T09:28:26.354-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwJveSgrdEI/AAAAAAAAACc/6eBLWI1I7D4/s1600-h/CORACAO+na+praia.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RwJveSgrdEI/AAAAAAAAACc/6eBLWI1I7D4/s320/CORACAO+na+praia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116774692801967170" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Amor...<br /><br /><span style="font-size:100%;">A dor ... Indolor<br />a amargo ... Doce<br />o colorido ... Sem cor<br />a doença sem cura<br />não doi mais machuca<br />ahh ... O amor ...<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7202066314718146666?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-49775513159820938572007-10-01T15:47:00.001-07:002007-10-01T16:08:06.185-07:00<span style="font-weight: bold;">pessoa marcante ...<br /></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Quando te vi...<br />Senti alguma coisa estranha...<br />Algo já tinha percebido<br />mas ainda não tinha nada concebido<br />quando te vi de perto...<br />Percebi que era linda<br />e com esse jeito<br />sem jeito<br />que me deixa sem jeito<br />me encantou...<br />A vezes que me pego olhando pra ti<br />e já nem sei mais onde estou<br />estatística não mente<br />eu sou o único<br />e ainda é pra sempre</span><br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;"></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4977551315982093857?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-77210313701728370972007-09-30T11:51:00.001-07:002007-09-30T12:13:00.028-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rv_wzSgrdCI/AAAAAAAAACM/GVqzh4WCyJ0/s1600-h/DSC_5431.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rv_wzSgrdCI/AAAAAAAAACM/GVqzh4WCyJ0/s320/DSC_5431.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5116072465649071138" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">A chuva</span><br /><br />como a chuva que cai lá fora<br />é como meu amor por você<br />que esta lá ...<br />frio , parado , sem pensar<br />somente a espera ...<br />de que sempre esteve a chegar<br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7721031370172837097?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-41567197089640994402007-09-27T09:56:00.000-07:002007-09-27T10:10:30.105-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RvvhfCgrdBI/AAAAAAAAACE/gM6cQ1dXXkw/s1600-h/palavras.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RvvhfCgrdBI/AAAAAAAAACE/gM6cQ1dXXkw/s320/palavras.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114929725175460882" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">Palavras </span><br /><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">Palavras às vezes eu as perco<br />quando estou perto de ti<br />há vezes não existe palavras<br />para dizer o que sinto<br />para dizer o que não consigo<br />o que a tempos tento dizer<br />mas ... As palavras...<br />Às vezes as perco</p> <br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4156719708964099440?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-38462854917294228202007-09-23T16:40:00.000-07:002007-09-23T17:08:37.124-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb6LCgrc_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/46p9CfkvDjw/s1600-h/1164574482_f.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" ></span></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb6LCgrc_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/46p9CfkvDjw/s1600-h/1164574482_f.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb6LCgrc_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/46p9CfkvDjw/s320/1164574482_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113549494485218290" border="0" /></a><br /><a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb6LCgrc_I/AAAAAAAAAB0/46p9CfkvDjw/s1600-h/1164574482_f.jpg"><span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"></span></a><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" > coisa que nao se acha em nenhum lugar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >que o dinheiro jamais vai comprar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >e o tempo jamais vai modificar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >burradas aconteceram eu sei</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >mais desculpas foram feitas para serem utilizadas</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >com vergonha eu as peço!</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >nada mudou.só aumentou</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >espero que para a vida toda eu tenha voce ao meu lado</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >pq amizade assim hoje tah dificil de achar</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);font-family:trebuchet ms;" >respeito.confiança.humildade e irmandade<br />isso no coração eu sempre vo levar<br />pq se nao tenho vc do meu lado<br />lah vc sempre vai estar =]<br /><br /><br />Vanessa Cunha<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3846285491729422820?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-45848727342567717492007-09-23T16:31:00.000-07:002007-09-23T16:46:25.800-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb4Bigrc-I/AAAAAAAAABs/SqKgCI-d-Hg/s1600-h/caridade.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rvb4Bigrc-I/AAAAAAAAABs/SqKgCI-d-Hg/s320/caridade.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5113547132253205474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> <p class="MsoNormal">medo ....<br /><br />as vezes temos medo<br />medo de se arrepender ...<br />medo de depois olharmos para traz<br />e ver ...<br />o quanto estávamos errados<br />e ver tantos amigos magoados...<br />as vezes temos medo<br /><br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro</p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-4584872734256771749?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-65479500899037656152007-09-15T11:07:00.000-07:002007-09-15T11:41:59.473-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuwgNHVTj6I/AAAAAAAAABk/jpsYkIP9Acs/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuwgNHVTj6I/AAAAAAAAABk/jpsYkIP9Acs/s320/lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5110495086837469090" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;">Depois de uma lagrima<br />percebi o quanto te amo...<br />Percebi o quanto você é importante<br />Percebi que sem você...<br />É difícil pensar<br />e difícil caminhar<br />por isso estou aqui para me desculpar...<br /><br /><br />Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6547950089903765615?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-63455176930428804302007-09-07T19:05:00.001-07:002007-09-07T19:13:17.009-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuIDre2xM5I/AAAAAAAAABc/F_p7H-W7u-A/s1600-h/.....okaokso.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuIDre2xM5I/AAAAAAAAABc/F_p7H-W7u-A/s320/.....okaokso.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107648972943602578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Pessoas ...</span><br /><br /><br />pessoas jogadas ...<br />largadas ...<br />desistiram de suas vidas ....<br />pelo simples fato de ...<br />estarem perdidas<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-6345517693042880430?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-1052147677815098172007-09-07T09:49:00.001-07:002007-09-07T09:55:53.134-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuGBPO2xM4I/AAAAAAAAABU/TnUukINtHJg/s1600-h/o+ser+humano....jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RuGBPO2xM4I/AAAAAAAAABU/TnUukINtHJg/s320/o+ser+humano....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107505551100687234" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">ainda temos muito<br />não só a aprender ...<br />mais para ver ...<br />e acreditar<br />que somos apenas<br />pequenas criaturas ...<br />nesse mundo<br />cheio de pensamentos e loucuras<br /><br /><br /><br /> Allan Azevedo de Castro<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-105214767781509817?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-56696956976230605692007-09-02T17:08:00.001-07:002007-09-02T17:13:58.333-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RttQ5u2xM3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uluQv1Sc9RM/s1600-h/cone4.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RttQ5u2xM3I/AAAAAAAAABM/uluQv1Sc9RM/s320/cone4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105763555315102578" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"> <span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);">Somos imaginários ... nesse mundo real!</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-5669695697623060569?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-35286302865434606572007-09-01T10:55:00.000-07:002007-09-02T17:19:17.738-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rtmpwu2xM2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/H45RNFNyLvk/s1600-h/781830222.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/Rtmpwu2xM2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/H45RNFNyLvk/s320/781830222.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105298307277730658" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;; font-weight: bold;">Estrada sem Fim... </span><span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &quot;Times New Roman&quot;;"><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br />Estamos num percurso<br />num percurso sem volta...<br />Nele somos uma pessoa solta<br />sempre pronta...<br />Para o que veio<br />e o que virá<br />muitas coisas nessa estrada...<br />Ainda surgirão...<br />Algumas... Nos Assustará<br />mais nada nos fará parar...<br />Na estrada da vida<br />temos que continuar</span></span></span><br /><br /><br /> Allan Azevedo de Castro<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-3528630286543460657?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5822475404063584816.post-77372424997966597872007-08-26T17:56:00.000-07:002007-08-26T18:30:48.147-07:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RtIo0O2xM1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y_pH3X34zpQ/s1600-h/409701-503006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mLTZanFOrDo/RtIo0O2xM1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/y_pH3X34zpQ/s320/409701-503006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103186205570315090" border="0" /></a><b><br />lugar estranho -</b><br /><br /><br />fui para um lugar ...<br />onde não há nada<br />em lugar nenhum<br />onde o tudo...<br />não é nada<br />os sons ficam mudos<br />o sabor já não existe<br />é um consiente incociente<br />é o normal diferente<br />onde não existe nada em sua frente ...<br />não adiante quantas vezes tente ...<br />você não volta ...<br />onde as vozes se calam ...<br />você já não ouve oque os outros<br />falam ...<br />é uma insonia no sono...<br />seu corpo não se mexe...<br />você se esfoça mais não acontece nada ...<br />você entra em desespero<br />não há ninguem para te ajudar ...<br />há vezes que dá vontade de se matar...<br />mais não consegue ...<br />pode até não acreditar ...<br />mas pra onde eu fui ...<br />eu nunca mais vou voltar ...<br />pode ter certeza ....!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Allan Azevedo de Castro</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5822475404063584816-7737242499796659787?l=momentaneos.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Momentaneoshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09583590742389012487noreply@blogger.com2