tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44593686248498095762024-02-19T00:07:00.457-08:00Poucos DotesJuliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.comBlogger323125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-47518698142760344242013-11-19T07:20:00.001-08:002013-11-19T07:20:06.287-08:00Skull<br />
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<span style="color: #0c0800; font-family: "Georgia","serif"; font-size: 24pt; line-height: 115%;">Ontem quando falei com você, eu não ouvi.
Pertencia a outro que não queria a pouca distância de mim. Julguei que você não
sentiria mais a minha falta, que o final nunca poderia ser feliz. Que oito anos
atrás de sonhos sem ser os da padaria tinham nos deixado a quilômetros de
distância do concreto. A verdade é que na minha imaginação ou na tua sempre
teremos um porto num lugar chamado mediastino. E isso nos basta.</span><span style="color: #0c0800; font-family: "Georgia","serif";"><br />
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Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-89493589049432279962013-04-01T15:15:00.002-07:002013-04-01T15:15:45.772-07:00ACDa série: Quando a imagem diz tudo- O antes e depois dele - Ouch!<br />
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<span id="goog_407135752"></span><span id="goog_407135753"></span><br />Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-8882961841341932562013-02-26T07:27:00.001-08:002013-02-26T07:27:07.029-08:00A pedidos<br />
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<span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: large;">No rótulo da saudade não havia data de vencimento, nem flores.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-52865565770518064532012-11-12T17:41:00.001-08:002012-11-12T17:41:18.522-08:00<br />
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Minha história é feita de retalhos de amor, remendos de homens e muitas alianças jogadas pela janela. Escolher você pra morar dentro do meu peito foi com certeza o maior risco que já tomei.Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-2118188225858942362012-11-12T17:27:00.002-08:002012-11-12T17:27:26.628-08:00Precisa de título?<div style="text-align: right;">
Se pudesse teria o nome dele tatuado em meu peito, mas pessoas vêm e vão. A sabedoria invade a alma quando você consegue deixar alguém partir, livre, leve e <strike>solto.</strike> Sentiu o cheiro da maturidade? Tem roma de vento fresco, lua e chuva. Isso sim é saber viver.</div>
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<span style="color: #3d85c6;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">E gostaria de acreditar em reencarnação, só pra poder te dizer que mesmo depois dessa vida,</span><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">meu coração e olhos continuarão sendo teu.</span></span></div>
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Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-36003672233632627542012-08-29T08:37:00.000-07:002012-08-29T08:37:38.805-07:00Six<br />
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<span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace; font-size: large;">Eu sou mãe de um menino dono de um coração cheio de brilho, azul e grená e sorrisos. Ele é dono do meu peito preto e branco, dos meus sorrisos, e dos meus olhos que brilham.</span><br />
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Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-68905708785713284562012-06-12T11:27:00.004-07:002012-06-12T11:27:55.269-07:00L´eu<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">No entreato de brincar de médica, desenho contos que não sairão do papel.Uma vida, por exemplo, que não teremos reproduzida em tons pastéis , com nuances de primavera e singelas notas de Bergamota misturadas com Framboesa. Coso o <em><strong>desedium n</strong></em>a parte mais milagrosa de um sândalo e nesse momento, você sai do papel - vira uma essência -Toma conta do meu corpo.Inteiro, real.</span></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-32451032199201749692012-05-17T12:00:00.001-07:002012-05-17T12:00:21.731-07:00Harley<br />
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Existia uma época<br />
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<strike>Not so long long time ago...</strike><br />
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Em que carecíamos nem tanto assim de chamadas à distância.<br />
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Era no <em>On</em> mesmo, sem pretensão de fazer propaganda pra qualquer operadora.<br />
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E as nossas vozes, eram suficientes<br />
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Pra sentirmos um ao outro.<br />
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Tua voz, espaço contido dos meus limites.<br />
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Ocupada por mim, do outro lado da linha.<br />
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Sem início, meio ou fio.<br />
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Meu coração em cento e vinte batimentos por minuto cravados em teu peito.<br />
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Meu mundo, teu mundo<br />
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Pulei da janela, <br />
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Numa atitude desesperada de livrar-me de qualquer coisa que fizesse lembrar você.<br />
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Não porque me fazia mal.<br />
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O motivo do suicídio foi outro.<br />
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Você não pode ser meu, tampouco eu, tua.<br />
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Ainda no vigésimo andar, pude ouvir tua voz.<br />
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Tua música, o jeito com que mexe a boca.<br />
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E o modo como fala com a voz breve, pausada e levemente debochada.<br />
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Tão doce.<br />
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Resolvi então pegar carona com um cometa qualquer.<br />
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Cá estou novamente naquela janela.<br />
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Esperando a tua volta.<br />
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Volta?</h4>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-86542665729569452202012-03-29T19:05:00.000-07:002012-03-29T19:05:01.042-07:00Nhac!<div class="MsoNormal">Ela já passou por bastante coisa , sabe?E exatamente essa lacuna que ela possui entre o coração e a alma é o que te seduz.</div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-46553925593035903482012-03-20T17:04:00.000-07:002012-03-20T17:04:37.851-07:00Estrada<div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Você foi pro outro lado do país.Eu, pra bem distante.Teu rosto está fora de foco.Isso não estava previsto.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal"><i><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/054/3/e/you_amaze_me__by_vewolff-d4qs086.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://fc02.deviantart.net/fs70/i/2012/054/3/e/you_amaze_me__by_vewolff-d4qs086.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-22241429742535411722012-02-28T13:53:00.000-08:002012-02-28T13:53:31.406-08:00Addicted<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Há droga melhor</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> do que a droga</span></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"> do amor?</span></div><div><br />
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</div></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-37351988550996583672012-02-28T13:49:00.000-08:002012-02-28T13:49:15.918-08:00Oh! <span style="font-size: x-large;">A </span>paráfrase do teu corpo no meu. Tá ligado?<div><div><br />
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</div></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-35526070598717305822012-02-28T13:40:00.000-08:002012-02-28T13:40:48.265-08:00Poucos DOLL-tes<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #4c1130; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Não quero brincar com você, mas toma, te deixo de presente uma bonequinha.</span></div><br />
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<i>"Querido, passei para devolver minhas chaves e minhas notas musicais. Meu coração, sempre foi teu mesmo."</i><br />
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</i>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-52823989945086783362012-02-28T12:48:00.000-08:002012-02-28T12:48:46.377-08:00Words like violence.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zy0eWXmcqhbotVeWPIh-hU2wN64IQNlMia8oS0nO1oBaIH7GCP4BtG2xAp4XAh4xOfeSeh7crsPMP8UVTHM5-gj9_eXm-eg9fXDs5JiXUNQNXnggIp3t6bUhuI-K-_B5woyOaBZnU48/s1600/camp_vio_mulher_14.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6zy0eWXmcqhbotVeWPIh-hU2wN64IQNlMia8oS0nO1oBaIH7GCP4BtG2xAp4XAh4xOfeSeh7crsPMP8UVTHM5-gj9_eXm-eg9fXDs5JiXUNQNXnggIp3t6bUhuI-K-_B5woyOaBZnU48/s320/camp_vio_mulher_14.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #999999; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #e6e6e6; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Segura meus cabelos- assim não, covarde- com mais força. </i></span></span><o:p></o:p></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-92167105844656419592012-02-28T11:55:00.000-08:002012-02-28T11:55:35.075-08:00Citação para quando o outono chegar.<div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i>Coloquei o calendário embaixo da cama, para esquecer o tempo que estamos separados, de propósito.</i></span><o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><i><br />
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</i></span></div>Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4459368624849809576.post-56742842646753932082012-02-12T04:27:00.000-08:002012-02-12T04:27:35.156-08:00She was everythingEla era uma voz<br />
Uma mulher<br />
A voz<br />
Ela tinha aquela voz<br />
Um vício.<br />
E pelo que parece,<br />
um coração não tão bom assim.<br />
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Ao som de : "I have nothing", R.I.P Whitney!Juliana Portohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06542562306742494888noreply@blogger.com0