tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-248256652011-04-22T02:39:16.767+01:00The voice of the stare...Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1168405655631006542007-01-10T05:05:00.000Z2007-01-10T05:07:35.653Z<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/889/1600/685724/a9_1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/2241/889/400/295248/a9_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-116840565563100654?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1159845306774938062006-10-04T03:48:00.000+01:002006-10-03T04:15:55.866+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/2006_0820pipa_noiva0047.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/320/2006_0820pipa_noiva0047.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />És como o fumo que sai da minha boca...<br />Cheiras mal... Sabes mal... <br />Mas sacias me o desejo...<br />Alimento me de ti...<br />Não existes como te sonho...mas gosto de imaginar que sim...<br />Sinto me fria...como gelo por dentro...<br />Incapacitada de amar... Deambulo pelo ar vazio de sentimentos...<br />...sim talvez te odei...à quem diga que odiar é amar...<br />Mas eu não te amo...penso que felizmente!<br />Sinto por ti...sim...indiferença desejada!<br />Hhhuuummm sentimento novo este...é bom sentir coisas novas,<br />quando nascem de velhas...<br />Tu sim cheiras bem e sabes bem...<br />Mas falta te algo...que procuro...porque falta em mim...<br />Isso irrita me...Irritação futil...inutil...desnexada...<br />Desabafo momentaneo este...necessario...Momento<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-115984530677493806?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1159843364865518982006-10-03T03:32:00.000+01:002006-10-03T03:48:54.330+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/2006_0820pipa_noiva0087.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/320/2006_0820pipa_noiva0087.jpg" border="0" alt="" /> <br /><br />Heróico é aquele que percorre com palavras as linhas do sentimento... <br />Gritas pelo seu nome, responde te o eco vazio do sentimento orgânico.<br />Na curva encontras o monólogo alado...perguntas por ele...não existia a resposta...teu podre desespero...constante de procuras sem destino...<br />...sente a direcçao do bater do teu coração...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-115984336486551898?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1159041654129406082006-09-23T20:51:00.000+01:002006-09-23T21:00:54.130+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/DSCF2219-3.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/320/DSCF2219-3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br /><br />O vazio invade me o utero...faz me misturar com o ar.<br />...é como roubar a alma a uma criança indefesa.<br />...é como uma história de embalar em que o terror é alma mais pura...<br />Queres fugir, mas não existe fuga possivel!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-115904165412940608?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1145993948382206592006-04-25T20:33:00.000+01:002006-08-11T12:18:01.056+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/c.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/400/c.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a> SETUP<br /><br />É ouvir um grito silêncioso no interior do corpo que anseia ser ouvido.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-114599394838220659?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1145307444562532942006-04-17T20:37:00.000+01:002006-04-17T22:13:56.646+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/506802.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/400/506802.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>SETUP<br /><br /><br />Falo te em silêncio...<br />E tu ouves a minha voz vazia de sentimentos...<br />...perdida pelo mundo das pequenas coisas...<br />Isso chega te para perceberes onde me encontro!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-114530744456253294?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1143895157433188902006-04-01T13:20:00.000+01:002006-04-17T22:16:59.186+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/Picture%20058.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/400/Picture%20058.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>SETUP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-114389515743318890?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1143539352540517292006-03-28T10:41:00.000+01:002006-04-17T22:17:13.530+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/Picture%20046.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/400/Picture%20046.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>SETUP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-114353935254051729?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24825665.post-1143457503816941862006-03-27T11:57:00.000+01:002006-04-17T22:17:53.760+01:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/1600/pe1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2241/889/400/pe1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a>SETUP<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24825665-114345750381694186?l=scarlettstate.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Scarletthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11268200332560376622noreply@blogger.com1