tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-81229360230185719832024-02-19T22:36:51.127+00:00My Walking BootsÀs voltas com os meus caminhosLa Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.comBlogger285125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-82931768427609254612018-05-08T15:54:00.002+01:002018-05-08T15:55:05.462+01:00há dias em que nem toda a poesia do mundo seria suficiente para te arrancar de mim.La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-34226659365926607352018-04-27T18:42:00.002+01:002018-04-27T18:42:39.098+01:00<span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #222222; direction: ltr; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">"I'll leave you alone forever now. I'll leave you like a comet leaves the outer space to meet the earth and never go back. But I will be thinking about you everyday, and I'll miss everything we never had. Everything that my brain created while you were somewhere else, thinking about the prettier things. Thinking about the happier, less blue things."</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #222222; direction: ltr; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; padding-bottom: 0px; position: static; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><span style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #222222; direction: ltr; display: inline !important; float: none; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; orphans: 2; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;">- Daulina Ismaili</span><br style="-webkit-text-stroke-width: 0px; background-color: transparent; color: #222222; direction: ltr; font-family: arial,sans-serif; font-size: 12.8px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: 400; letter-spacing: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; orphans: 2; padding-bottom: 0px; position: static; text-align: left; text-decoration: none; text-indent: 0px; text-transform: none; white-space: normal; word-spacing: 0px;" /><b></b><i></i><u></u><sub></sub><sup></sup><strike></strike>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-85299613877740628752018-03-30T21:49:00.001+01:002018-03-30T21:49:46.316+01:00True StoryEra uma vez uma menina que amava um menino que não sabia receber amor. 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Lá está, não é para quem quer, é só para quem pode. Lamento...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfkBIV7NdJiAo_XegCwscLvFHopudr8Si6J3trWglbKp_ABumlUOjIYM8PNNRLjBIaW0GduXy-2ZsW4NtcIFOGwtsC32-fnZG5SJyjFLVVxZ6aRv0jVQUVrgpD5Ax5z11o5wAnFG7rBRR/s640/blogger-image--1451802765.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYfkBIV7NdJiAo_XegCwscLvFHopudr8Si6J3trWglbKp_ABumlUOjIYM8PNNRLjBIaW0GduXy-2ZsW4NtcIFOGwtsC32-fnZG5SJyjFLVVxZ6aRv0jVQUVrgpD5Ax5z11o5wAnFG7rBRR/s640/blogger-image--1451802765.jpg"></a></div><br></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-76773663043967929342017-01-11T18:03:00.001+00:002017-01-11T18:06:33.391+00:00Hoje fui voar e correu bem. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIMhPlvh_h0QhCsde5R3VRICMYTNZMRPC_FGcb1OBtQnhCv-iiFpz1gvRd0E8w10znyk3GW5H5G_aaNN0w08g4re4Zx3cWW7-aQbqPbHaDre0wjNibTCYMyru46Ik2W2vFekwMs8vXtv6/s640/blogger-image--490995051.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; 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padding-bottom: 10px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness<br>Like resignation to the end, always the end<br>So when we found that we could not make sense<br>Well you said that we would still be friends<br>But I'll admit that I was glad that it was over<br></span></p><p style="line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 10px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But you didn't have to cut me off<br>Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing<br>And I don't even need your love<br>But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough<br>No you didn't have to stoop so low<br>Have your friends collect your records and then change your number<br>I guess that I don't need that though<br>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br></span></p><p style="line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 10px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now and then I think of all the times you screwed me over<br>But had me believing it was always something that I'd done<br>And I don't wanna live that way<br>Reading into every word you say<br>You said that you could let it go<br>And I wouldn't catch you hung up on somebody that you used to know<br></span></p><p style="line-height: 25px; padding-bottom: 10px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But you didn't have to cut me off<br>Make out like it never happened and that we were nothing<br>And I don't even need your love<br>But you treat me like a stranger and that feels so rough<br>No you didn't have to stoop so low<br>Have your friends collect your records and then change your number<br>I guess that I don't need that though<br>Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br>Somebody, I used to know<br>(Somebody) Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br>Somebody, I used to know<br>(Somebody) Now you're just somebody that I used to know<br>I used to know, that I used to know, I used to know somebody</span></p>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-4233628707023785452017-01-03T11:47:00.001+00:002017-01-03T11:47:33.385+00:00Começou 2017O porto-seguro morreu. Foi destruído pela tua mão e eu não vou voltar a reconstrui-lo para ti. Lamento muito. 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sobre o amor...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZHQ6KprqkYnxwFQoz7ZM1f6l7qibCqIahGvd5ITd-kAEwJ3Ki-Wlx4KVX_8WUWFlAUhs_j-sjawyDl9XsayTDUJJCcLdp-MIsZrCiVpaVMkiSjTqRXXTNls0UAbCMN6GhKlNFUQjeKb0/s640/blogger-image-2121817841.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTZHQ6KprqkYnxwFQoz7ZM1f6l7qibCqIahGvd5ITd-kAEwJ3Ki-Wlx4KVX_8WUWFlAUhs_j-sjawyDl9XsayTDUJJCcLdp-MIsZrCiVpaVMkiSjTqRXXTNls0UAbCMN6GhKlNFUQjeKb0/s640/blogger-image-2121817841.jpg"></a></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-24644329170882379432016-11-26T14:47:00.001+00:002016-11-26T14:50:28.823+00:00Estou a voltar a mim e melhor, mais consciente, mais madura, mais forte. Estou, finalmente, a sentir que estou a voltar.<br />
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La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-55455651164810116132016-11-24T10:12:00.001+00:002016-11-24T10:12:58.524+00:00Este véu de tristeza que teima em não ir embora...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrBPKhiiBqi4g-fFJAZZvSiSY2pkMIVPAtX2Ctr_638_k5SKsufkRa55oofbcohwV8xnmnmtDxhcVL80LVO8kL1Ht1Ob3Zo8b0r_5WU4Q6eyPm3BAYJX6usaAcvpW5_W7CWydX6VdvnPY/s640/blogger-image-1309890021.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPrBPKhiiBqi4g-fFJAZZvSiSY2pkMIVPAtX2Ctr_638_k5SKsufkRa55oofbcohwV8xnmnmtDxhcVL80LVO8kL1Ht1Ob3Zo8b0r_5WU4Q6eyPm3BAYJX6usaAcvpW5_W7CWydX6VdvnPY/s640/blogger-image-1309890021.jpg"></a></div><br></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-72710582918351795882016-11-04T18:44:00.001+00:002016-11-05T20:20:34.091+00:00A mentira estraga e suja tudo! Deixa um cheiro a merda que por mais que se lave nunca sai, nunca mais. Impregna tudo de mau cheiro e vazio - o novo e o velho; inunda as memórias transformando-as violenta e irreversivelmente!<br>
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La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-53049842704271990982016-11-02T10:04:00.000+00:002016-11-02T10:04:29.736+00:00Há várias maneiras de viver a vida. A minha escolha é a da verdade. Não será a mais fácil, mas é a única que me encaixa.La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-69749998097917578452016-10-27T21:28:00.000+01:002016-10-27T21:28:49.226+01:00O que mais me vem falar sobre ti é a maneira como cicatrizas as tuas feridas.<br />
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La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-86681199445843779312016-10-24T09:20:00.001+01:002016-10-24T09:20:33.560+01:00Quem nasce sem tomates, tarde ou nunca se aproveita.<div><br></div><div>Ass.: A horta</div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-91503795779201612692016-10-23T20:10:00.001+01:002016-10-23T20:10:19.660+01:00...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJN5WFdpFrn1qTq5VcaW5URFRP70zfGsAAOG82ZxKWfvlQd_XLcBIVBn4nI_8-RTaE4UKOlQQY2SSewrCm-OAEy2U5uMZZlG_yxXUUuLNrhyFEmosTeJWRUQZDlIpWONYtgeFJ3cYi3hw/s640/blogger-image--497989418.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCJN5WFdpFrn1qTq5VcaW5URFRP70zfGsAAOG82ZxKWfvlQd_XLcBIVBn4nI_8-RTaE4UKOlQQY2SSewrCm-OAEy2U5uMZZlG_yxXUUuLNrhyFEmosTeJWRUQZDlIpWONYtgeFJ3cYi3hw/s640/blogger-image--497989418.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"Do i love you or do I just love me in love?"</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8Akx2OhDttts1UpSF1Y5oD17XEandp-E08ytOcgGybtU9COlcyMwWCtJg5qwlcb7nog8PCob5dQG0hDcc0OIlXgjhdIQIyZ03hlEJL5CMU9UCm1bUtOM_NfcRw-D5VAUly-cgvVuyaPN/s640/blogger-image-944555429.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy8Akx2OhDttts1UpSF1Y5oD17XEandp-E08ytOcgGybtU9COlcyMwWCtJg5qwlcb7nog8PCob5dQG0hDcc0OIlXgjhdIQIyZ03hlEJL5CMU9UCm1bUtOM_NfcRw-D5VAUly-cgvVuyaPN/s640/blogger-image-944555429.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"It's raining inside"</div><br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqI7y9fRYoU_19pRxWJOUyXhjrGyt6a7PPYVtUm_CaUUaLUXqEqpTEe6RJkEhSde8P6V8QF7X1n_XEsNTQEossg3ExaIGx7IX6Rev3W7TWqgBUbuSTNdWcY6UjEtPfe9iSrP2162UJQi1F/s640/blogger-image-1845793045.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqI7y9fRYoU_19pRxWJOUyXhjrGyt6a7PPYVtUm_CaUUaLUXqEqpTEe6RJkEhSde8P6V8QF7X1n_XEsNTQEossg3ExaIGx7IX6Rev3W7TWqgBUbuSTNdWcY6UjEtPfe9iSrP2162UJQi1F/s640/blogger-image-1845793045.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">"My little sweetheart"</div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-59684071867383644612016-10-21T20:33:00.001+01:002016-10-21T20:33:47.266+01:00Nunca mais quero ser guardiã dos sonhos do outro. Quando vier desta vez, tem de vir por inteiro. Todo.La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-8560911467849992672016-09-10T19:52:00.001+01:002016-09-10T19:58:53.763+01:00Ontem descobri, outra vez e da pior maneira, que não existes de verdade e só mesmo dentro de mim. No meu coração, cabeça e fantasia. Ontem fiz mais um bocadinho de luto.<br />
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La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-60395942414776839962016-09-09T15:15:00.001+01:002016-09-09T15:15:49.803+01:00<div>Queria que estivesses aqui,</div><div>no meio disto tudo o que eu queria era que estivesses aqui, </div><div>o teu olhar, as tuas mãos a apertarem-me o medo, a dissolverem-me a ansiedade.</div><div>Mãos que apertam o medo, que dissolvem a ansiedade: aqui está uma boa definição de amor.</div><div><br></div><div>Pedro Chagas Freitas, in "In Sexus Veritas"</div><div><br></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-69898433675188274452016-09-08T13:22:00.001+01:002016-09-08T13:24:58.040+01:00Isto é um segredo: sem ti não tem brilho...<br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-80144324697431450842016-09-08T09:57:00.001+01:002016-10-23T15:09:34.050+01:00Tenho tantas saudades do teu abraço... Do teu cheiro e do teu abraço. Da sensação da tua barba na minha pele e dos meus dedos entrelaçados no teu cabelo.<br />
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La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-30849690728143868382016-09-06T13:55:00.001+01:002016-09-06T13:55:27.556+01:00Quando um amor acaba é muito triste. O que não quer dizer que o amor, já de outro tipo, de uma outra forma, de uma outra linguagem e com um outro cheiro, não dure para sempre. Há amores que duraram toda a vida mesmo depois de acabarem.<div>Quem foi <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">amado de uma certa maneira e amou assim também, já não pode voltar atrás e fingir que não se sabe o que é sentir essa poesia. Então, tudo o que for menos do que isso, já não dá para aceitar...</span><div><br></div><div>In My forever love.</div></div>La Mónicahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13997950031095305841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8122936023018571983.post-38737515680882561742016-09-04T14:07:00.001+01:002016-09-04T16:17:50.129+01:00As "pessoas de passagem" nas nossas vidas são fundamentais, por nos mostrarem o que não queremos.<br />
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