tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72332756613556530162012-02-16T05:09:59.985-08:00"Je bien que je pouvais te tuer, mais préfère te faire pleurer avec ces mots"Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.comBlogger131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-5192978126147815812007-06-06T17:38:00.000-07:002007-06-06T17:49:27.806-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmdV3eRJofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3-4_pxEetO8/s1600-h/Imagem+013(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073117916762317298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmdV3eRJofI/AAAAAAAAAB0/3-4_pxEetO8/s200/Imagem+013(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>"Moro no teu colo </em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>E me abandonas.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Moro no teu colo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>E não percebes.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Moro no teu colo</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>E me evitas.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Não te garanto</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Estar disponível</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#993399;"><em>Para sempre."</em></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;">[Para você, meu amor...]</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-519297812614781581?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-32766141230072588222007-06-06T17:27:00.000-07:002007-06-06T17:37:17.861-07:00<div align="right"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmdSqeRJoeI/AAAAAAAAABs/sS7RRSH7eTc/s1600-h/Chairs_on_a_street_by_jewelsthemonkey.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5073114394889134562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmdSqeRJoeI/AAAAAAAAABs/sS7RRSH7eTc/s200/Chairs_on_a_street_by_jewelsthemonkey.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>"E te amar</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Como quem fareja visgo</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Comer de sempre tua hera</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>E agora que vim do zero</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Ofereço-te o gineceu</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="right"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Dessa palma hermafrodita"</em></strong></span></div><div align="right"><br /></div><div align="justify"><span style="color:#666666;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-3276614123007258822?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-49132041210318202422007-06-03T13:04:00.000-07:002007-06-03T13:32:46.138-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMh5Sy4EkI/AAAAAAAAABk/5yQlnfD3tK0/s1600-h/(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071934873530798658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMh5Sy4EkI/AAAAAAAAABk/5yQlnfD3tK0/s200/(1).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Goût de toi mademoiselle, </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Avec le même intensité des vies dernières. </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Avec le même pureté de toujours. </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>C'est étrange, mais, c'est de toi que j'aime. </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Je veux dire pra chaque fois que je te mérite. </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"><em><strong>Existe un fort pressentiment en disant que je sans toi, c'est comme toi sans moi...</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-4913204121031820242?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-53090936915930767142007-06-03T11:47:00.000-07:002007-06-03T14:01:09.290-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMO7yy4EjI/AAAAAAAAABc/1HPyZsS4q5U/s1600-h/rick+-+palha%C3%A7o.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071914025759543858" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMO7yy4EjI/AAAAAAAAABc/1HPyZsS4q5U/s200/rick+-+palha%C3%A7o.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="color:#999999;"><em><span style="font-family:courier new;">T'aime</span>. </em></span></div><br /><div><strong><span style="color:#999999;"><em>"Cela n'est pas une déclaration,</em></span></strong><br /></div><div><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">seulement voulait que tu savait à me manger."</span></strong></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div><em></em></div><div></div><div><em></em></div><div><em><strong>Te amo.</strong></em></div><div></div><div><em><strong></strong></em></div><div><em><strong>"Isso não é uma declaração,</strong></em></div><div><strong><em></em></strong></div><div><em><strong>Apenas deixei você ficar sabendo antes de me comer" </strong></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-5309093691593076714?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-49940967666497309522007-06-03T11:05:00.000-07:002007-06-03T11:34:00.305-07:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMGAiy4EiI/AAAAAAAAABU/MFGD9xqDBiQ/s1600-h/DCFC00599(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071904211759272482" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmMGAiy4EiI/AAAAAAAAABU/MFGD9xqDBiQ/s200/DCFC00599(1).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="justify"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><em><strong>Ciel, tristesse, Solitude. Céu,tristeza,solidão.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><em><strong>Mélancolie contenue Dans la douleur. Melancolia contida na dor</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><em><strong>Tristesse, illusion. Tristeza,ilusão.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><em><strong>Il m'oublie, Dans des mots, Chansons, Pensée. Esqueça-me em palavras,canções,pensamento.</strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000000;"><em><strong>Et, tout tournera.E tudo voltará.</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-4994096766649730952?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-14876024760688941402007-06-03T09:12:00.000-07:002007-06-03T09:49:29.712-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmLxCiy4EhI/AAAAAAAAABM/aZqEB9tLK_U/s1600-h/DCFC0082(1).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071881156374827538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmLxCiy4EhI/AAAAAAAAABM/aZqEB9tLK_U/s200/DCFC0082(1).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"><em><strong>Me peigne, </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"><em><strong>Me recueille me serve, </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#333333;"><em><strong><span style="color:#999999;">Me livré me laisse</span>, <span style="color:#000000;">Me pinte, me pegueMe sirva, me entregueMe deixe, me comaMe envolva, me ame...</span></strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"><em><strong>Me mange </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"><em><strong>M'implique, </strong></em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"><em><strong>M'aime.</strong></em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-1487602476068894140?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-13043397905007675772007-06-02T22:40:00.000-07:002007-06-03T03:44:56.203-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJUciy4EgI/AAAAAAAAABE/5PDDExWDwtI/s1600-h/belle3.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071708979725865474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJUciy4EgI/AAAAAAAAABE/5PDDExWDwtI/s320/belle3.jpg" border="0" /></a><em><span style="color:#336666;">Le rêve 2</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#336666;">Vous couldn't voyez son visage,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#336666;">mais vous avez vu que tout d'autre</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#336666;">Le rêve 2 était assez spécial,</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#336666;">bat facilement s'aimer</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#336666;"><strong>mon amour</strong></span></em><span style="color:#339999;"></div><div align="center"><br /></div></span><div align="center"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-1304339790500767577?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-57415369616363824972007-06-02T21:41:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:46:34.573-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJHUiy4EfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yLyCR76pGwo/s1600-h/Imagem+080(2).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071694548635750898" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJHUiy4EfI/AAAAAAAAAA8/yLyCR76pGwo/s400/Imagem+080(2).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Ma voix retentira</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Dans tes oreilles.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Ma main trémoloe</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Toucherait la ton corps</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Ma bouche embrasserait te tien.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Si tu laisse,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Je serai sien.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Je serai sien, esclave,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Sa mère,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Sa soeur,</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Sien en aimant.</em></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"><em>Ah, si tu Laissait.</em></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-5741536961636382497?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-61589728237319602832007-06-02T21:31:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:40:35.634-07:00<div align="center"><br /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Il boirait ton sang, oui.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Il passerait ta souffrance</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Pour ma poitrine.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Il crierait par des avenues</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Combien je te veux.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Et mon monde serait complet.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Ma vie brille à nouveau</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Comme tes vastes yeux Marron.</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Et les portes s'ouvriraient</span></em></div><div align="center"><em><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;"></span></em></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#660000;">Pour l'avenir proche.</span></em></div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071692040374850018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJFCiy4EeI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BEk9m7Fi1zc/s400/Imagem+024(3).jpg" border="0" /></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="color:#cccccc;">Beberia teu sangue, sim.<br />Passaria teu sofrimento<br /></span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Para meu peito.<br />Gritaria por avenidas o<br /></span><span style="color:#999999;">Quanto te quero.<br />E meu mundo ficaria completo.<br /></span><span style="color:#666666;">Minha vida voltaria a brilhar<br />Como os teus vastos olhos<br /></span><span style="color:#333333;">Castanhos.<br />E as portas se abririam<br /></span>Para o futuro próximo.</span></em></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-6158972823731960283?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-59156081032295815672007-06-02T21:21:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:31:04.254-07:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJDfSy4EdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zgUcdk5GLik/s1600-h/DCFC0086(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071690335272833490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJDfSy4EdI/AAAAAAAAAAs/zgUcdk5GLik/s400/DCFC0086(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Só me resta agora,Seulement me reste maintenant,</em></strong></span></div><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Os tijolos secos ao Sol,les briques sèches au soleil,</em></strong></span></div><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>As paredes espessas,les murs épais,</em></strong></span></div><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>E as poucas janelas.les peu de fenêtres.</em></strong></span></div><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Só me resta agora,Seulement me reste maintenant,</em></strong></span></div><span style="color:#666666;"><br /></span><br /><div align="right"><span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"><strong><em>Um vazio.Un vide.</em></strong></span></div><br /><br /><div align="right"></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-5915608103229581567?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-62788801479020711352007-06-02T21:14:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:20:43.779-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJBEiy4EcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Blnp-BE4Im4/s1600-h/dedo+de+mo%C3%A7a1.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071687676688077250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmJBEiy4EcI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Blnp-BE4Im4/s200/dedo+de+mo%C3%A7a1.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcccc;"><em>Amo-te, em silêncio.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Je t'aime, dans silence.</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Tenho-te, em pensamento.</span><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Je t'ai, dans pensée.</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em></em></span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"><em><span style="color:#ffcccc;">Perco-te com palavras.</span><br /></em></span><span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"><em>Je te perds avec des mots.</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-6278880147902071135?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-42275708964585891312007-06-02T21:03:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:14:21.905-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmI_diy4EbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R9fzf1BmDAA/s1600-h/DCFC0047(2).JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071685907161551282" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmI_diy4EbI/AAAAAAAAAAc/R9fzf1BmDAA/s200/DCFC0047(2).JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Que je veux,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Que quero</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Que j'aime,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Que amo</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Que je combats,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Que brigo</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Que brousse.</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Que mato.<br /></span><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Enfin,</strong></span></div><span style="color:#cccccc;">Enfim,</span><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Qu'il ne me appartient pas.</strong></span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cccccc;">Que não me pertence.</span></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-4227570896458589131?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7233275661355653016.post-41540442216543609822007-06-02T20:50:00.000-07:002007-06-02T21:02:39.588-07:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmI75Cy4EZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/awJZYoUYS9o/s1600-h/Imagem+020(1).jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5071681981561442706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nc7Nmc9c8A4/RmI75Cy4EZI/AAAAAAAAAAM/awJZYoUYS9o/s320/Imagem+020(1).jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Un jour, <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Um dia,</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Je serai un danseur. <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Serei uma bailarina.</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Un jour, <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Um dia,</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Je serai une femme. <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Serei uma mulher.</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>L'autre jour, <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">No outro dia,</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Je serai même. <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Serei eu mesma.</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Et, dans l'autre, <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">E, no outro,</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"><em>Je serai seul. <span style="color:#ffffff;">..</span><span style="color:#c0c0c0;">Estarei sozinha.</span></em></span></div><br /><div align="center"></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7233275661355653016-4154044221654360982?l=labellacaffe.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Mademoisellehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04880781476282905436noreply@blogger.com0