<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551</id><updated>2012-02-16T08:09:52.626Z</updated><title type='text'>DarkSpell</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>128</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5243128949517501199</id><published>2012-01-04T10:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:25:13.427Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDV23O5Aus0/TwQo6wxZSnI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S7O0YoXQUNU/s1600/37638_1327636520121_1507195323_30697299_770984_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDV23O5Aus0/TwQo6wxZSnI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S7O0YoXQUNU/s400/37638_1327636520121_1507195323_30697299_770984_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693720818892753522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Ninguém merece uma pessoa pela metade, uma pessoa cheia de mágoas, de  pensamentos tristes que insistem lembrar o doloroso passado. Por isso é  que eu preciso de um tempo para mim. Vou recuperar-me por completo  isso é certo, eu já me recuperei de tantos tombos feios, este é só mais  um, mas não é porque é só mais um tombo que a queda não doa. Cair  sempre é doloroso. Vou superar é facto, mas não sei quando. E eu  não posso ser egoísta e prender quem não merece, quem não tem nada a ver  com as minhas dores e angustias. Por isso, sou sincera, sou íntegra, o momento é meu. Um pouco de egoísmo, um tempo para  recuperação depois do choque de realidade que eu tive que tomar após ver  quem é quem. Há coisas que ninguém pode fazer por mim. Só eu. Só eu  posso me fazer realmente feliz... Mas nada pode ser forçado, tudo  acontece ao natural, tudo a seu tempo e no dia que eu estiver 100%  recuperada, de peito aberto, lá vou entregar-me por completo mais uma  vez. Mas ainda não, ainda dói, ainda há magoa, ressentimento,  muito arrependimento, ainda há dor. E isso só com o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso  de um tempo para curtir esse tempo, adoidada, amando-me, respeitando-me, dando-me o valor que eu nunca dei e sempre mereci, para só assim tentar  de novo. Eu estou levantando-me, ainda não  estou em pé para pular, para rir, para até quem sabe cair de novo, eu  preciso estar em posição erecta para chutar o balde e fazer a casa cair.  Preciso de mim, preciso tentar realizar os meus sonhos, tentar  concretizar os meus objectivos, preciso de dedicação mútua comigo mesma.  Eu vezes eu. Preciso sentir os pingos da chuva cair no meu rosto, meus  pés pisarem na areia da praia, preciso me sentir viva, intensa, minha,  sozinha e feliz. Aqui a integridade é muito forte e eu pago um preço  caro por ser assim. O preço são estes tempos de recuperação que eu  preciso, de ano em ano, de época em época. Esse é o preço que eu pago  por achar que as pessoas são iguais a mim. Então estou indo, vou lá  sentir o vento na cara, o suor no corpo, tentar sorrir de verdade... Lá  vou eu, mais uma vez pagar o preço pela minha inocência de acreditar no  carácter das pessoas, de acreditar que o que elas dizem é verdadeiro e de  ver que o que elas mostram ser é o que realmente sempre não são... Lá  vou eu sozinha, buscar a felicidade no meio da multidão, lá vou mais uma  vez dar a volta por cima, lá vou eu... VIVER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5243128949517501199?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5243128949517501199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5243128949517501199' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5243128949517501199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5243128949517501199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2012/01/ninguem-merece-uma-pessoa-pela-metade.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TDV23O5Aus0/TwQo6wxZSnI/AAAAAAAAAgk/S7O0YoXQUNU/s72-c/37638_1327636520121_1507195323_30697299_770984_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8944977704741392157</id><published>2012-01-03T21:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:26:00.108Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4NmZIkj_40/TwNyUl2IlOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nD2EsK5caww/s1600/404453_2360675945461_1507195323_31778148_1111525248_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4NmZIkj_40/TwNyUl2IlOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nD2EsK5caww/s400/404453_2360675945461_1507195323_31778148_1111525248_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693520052008555746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8944977704741392157?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8944977704741392157/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8944977704741392157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8944977704741392157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8944977704741392157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2012/01/blog-post_03.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k4NmZIkj_40/TwNyUl2IlOI/AAAAAAAAAgY/nD2EsK5caww/s72-c/404453_2360675945461_1507195323_31778148_1111525248_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-7910582666343904488</id><published>2012-01-03T21:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2012-01-03T21:20:43.967Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBfVJdDl5KU/TwNxIDboonI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ParKb1RXb5E/s1600/332035_2045152537573_1507195323_31635282_519313735_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 330px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBfVJdDl5KU/TwNxIDboonI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ParKb1RXb5E/s400/332035_2045152537573_1507195323_31635282_519313735_o.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693518737100546674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudei porque amadureci (...)&lt;br /&gt;Mudei porque passei por tantas e tão  diversas experiências que consegui aprender com meus próprios erros,  mudei porque me decepcionei com amigos, mudei porque me decepcionei com  amores, mudei porque conheci pessoas tão especiais que fui capaz de me  inspirar por elas e me espelhar nelas para me tornar uma pessoa  diferente, talvez uma pessoa melhor (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo passou, eu mudei e nem tudo, nem todos, me acompanharam!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-7910582666343904488?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/7910582666343904488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=7910582666343904488' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7910582666343904488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7910582666343904488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2012/01/eu-mudei-porque-amadureci.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BBfVJdDl5KU/TwNxIDboonI/AAAAAAAAAgM/ParKb1RXb5E/s72-c/332035_2045152537573_1507195323_31635282_519313735_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2252097590042014404</id><published>2011-11-03T23:40:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:41:49.842Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-os0BvQxvYEM/TrMmsowSODI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ih4Ts981qQQ/s1600/5368563557_96b73e5faa_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-os0BvQxvYEM/TrMmsowSODI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ih4Ts981qQQ/s400/5368563557_96b73e5faa_z_large.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670918904085624882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h6 style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"  style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Amo-te  sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde, amo-te simplesmente sem problemas  nem orgulho: amo-te assim porque não sei amar de outra maneira."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2252097590042014404?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2252097590042014404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2252097590042014404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2252097590042014404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2252097590042014404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/11/amo-te-sem-saber-como-nem-quando-nem.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-os0BvQxvYEM/TrMmsowSODI/AAAAAAAAAf0/ih4Ts981qQQ/s72-c/5368563557_96b73e5faa_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1783174331617337040</id><published>2011-11-03T23:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-11-03T23:40:01.008Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUcwt82Qbw/TrMmMURzNtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lYmA_d8aCq0/s1600/tumblr_l5svdr5FKE1qbkcofo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUcwt82Qbw/TrMmMURzNtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lYmA_d8aCq0/s400/tumblr_l5svdr5FKE1qbkcofo1_500.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5670918348833240786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="text-align: justify;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:1}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody translationEligibleUserMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:3}"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;É como se tu gritasses...mas ninguém pudesse ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Sentes-te sempre envergonhado, por alguém poder ser tão importante, daquele jeito que sem essa pessoa tu não te sentes nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém nunca vai entender o quanto isto dói.&lt;br /&gt;Sentes-te sem esperança, como se nada te pudesse salvar.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se foi e está acabado.&lt;br /&gt;Tu quase desejas ter todas aquelas coisas más de volta, só para com elas virem as boas junto.&lt;br /&gt;♥&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1783174331617337040?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1783174331617337040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1783174331617337040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1783174331617337040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1783174331617337040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/11/e-como-se-tu-gritasses.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-hxUcwt82Qbw/TrMmMURzNtI/AAAAAAAAAfo/lYmA_d8aCq0/s72-c/tumblr_l5svdr5FKE1qbkcofo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3208646985719684322</id><published>2011-05-07T01:25:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T01:28:25.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9T1CJtze5U/TcSRm6M-1NI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WyjMeUD2iTw/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 269px; height: 187px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9T1CJtze5U/TcSRm6M-1NI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WyjMeUD2iTw/s400/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603763934000501970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Existem momentos&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Em que olhámos para trás,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E sentimos saudades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;De tudo o que tivemos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Dos risos...das alegrias...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Das confidências...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Das maluqueiras...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do sentimento que existiu algures...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;É disso que sinto saudades...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Daquelas mensagens de bons dias...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Daqueles telefonemas tardios...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Do acordar e saber que mesmo longe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;alguém pensava em mim ...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas como tudo na vida,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As pessoas mudam...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As situações alteram-se&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E os sentimentos parecem desaparecer...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Fica apenas a saudade de tudo que outrora tivemos...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Nunca deixem de dizer a alguém:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;EU AMO-TE &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt; EU PENSO EM TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Porque no dia em que perderem o orgulho&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;E estiverem dispostos a dizê-lo,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A outra pessoa pode já não estar lá para o ouvir...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3208646985719684322?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3208646985719684322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3208646985719684322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3208646985719684322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3208646985719684322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/05/existem-momentos-em-que-olhamos-para.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-h9T1CJtze5U/TcSRm6M-1NI/AAAAAAAAAfc/WyjMeUD2iTw/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2584558157041090600</id><published>2011-04-29T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:38:44.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndEHpUYuqiU/TbrNcGBjaOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BmAB8BrFKnM/s1600/p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndEHpUYuqiU/TbrNcGBjaOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BmAB8BrFKnM/s400/p.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601014969125791970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2584558157041090600?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2584558157041090600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2584558157041090600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2584558157041090600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2584558157041090600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndEHpUYuqiU/TbrNcGBjaOI/AAAAAAAAAfU/BmAB8BrFKnM/s72-c/p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3505214599322019705</id><published>2011-04-29T15:12:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:28:55.413+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6OfhxPXalQ/TbrLHZ6nwmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h4_9yd_H9BY/s1600/i_miss_you_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6OfhxPXalQ/TbrLHZ6nwmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h4_9yd_H9BY/s400/i_miss_you_.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601012414664917602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"  style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Às vezes sinto falta de mim.&lt;br /&gt;-Eu também, menina.&lt;br /&gt;-Sente falta de si?&lt;br /&gt;-Não, de ti. E dói.&lt;br /&gt;[Silêncio]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;-Abraças-me?&lt;br /&gt;-Sempre."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3505214599322019705?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3505214599322019705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3505214599322019705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3505214599322019705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3505214599322019705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/04/as-vezes-sinto-falta-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-W6OfhxPXalQ/TbrLHZ6nwmI/AAAAAAAAAfM/h4_9yd_H9BY/s72-c/i_miss_you_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3298904891177444498</id><published>2011-04-29T15:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:12:35.336+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjtSXheQv2U/TbrHTln47cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e8LQZhDeNlc/s1600/4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjtSXheQv2U/TbrHTln47cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e8LQZhDeNlc/s400/4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601008225919495618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" O que é verdadeiro volta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não. O que é verdadeiro não vai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é verdadeiro permanece.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3298904891177444498?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3298904891177444498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3298904891177444498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3298904891177444498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3298904891177444498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-que-e-verdadeiro-volta-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GjtSXheQv2U/TbrHTln47cI/AAAAAAAAAfE/e8LQZhDeNlc/s72-c/4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-7940753881377513693</id><published>2011-04-29T15:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T15:04:41.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PxK1Yaa0e8/TbrFbSY0wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yB2SbsX-F3I/s1600/17.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PxK1Yaa0e8/TbrFbSY0wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yB2SbsX-F3I/s400/17.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601006159171732018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hoje acordei inteira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Migalhas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedaços?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não, obrigada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de nada que seja metade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de meio termo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos extremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(depende do momento.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto dos dedinhos dos pés congelados ou do calor que me faz suar o cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto do morno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de temperatura-ambiente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade eu quero tudo. Ou quero nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por favor, nada de pouco quando o mundo é meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei sentir em doses homeopáticas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui daquelas que falam "eu te amo" primeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui daquelas que vão embora sem olhar pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre dei a cara à tapa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre preferi o certo ao duvidoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero que se alguém estiver comigo, que esteja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja só naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que mude de idéia no dia seguinte."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-7940753881377513693?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/7940753881377513693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=7940753881377513693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7940753881377513693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7940753881377513693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/04/hoje-acordei-inteira.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1PxK1Yaa0e8/TbrFbSY0wjI/AAAAAAAAAe8/yB2SbsX-F3I/s72-c/17.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2637379484452591188</id><published>2011-02-28T18:43:00.008Z</published><updated>2011-02-28T18:56:32.928Z</updated><title type='text'>HOJE É O MEU ANIVERSÁRIO... 27 Anos!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCSz7jXWA4/TWvuJ9qpzWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/unzWAmF6dpc/s1600/niver.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5578814418368187746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCSz7jXWA4/TWvuJ9qpzWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/unzWAmF6dpc/s400/niver.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apesar de ter nascido a 29 de Fevereiro, e considerar que quando nao há 29 devo festejar a 1 de Março... este ano e apenas este ano... vou festejar a dobrar &lt;/em&gt;:)&lt;em&gt; ou seja dia 28 e dia 1!! ihihihih!!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixem-me lá abusar um bocadinho da minha felicidade loOl&lt;/em&gt;  :P &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#663366;"&gt;Por isso... Feliz Aniversário a MIM!! 27 anitos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Com o passar dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Amadurecem as ilusões da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Conquistam-se objetivos...&lt;br /&gt;Ganha-se experiência...&lt;br /&gt;Criam-se amizades...&lt;br /&gt;Vivem-se paixões...&lt;br /&gt;Realizam-se sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mais uma janela se abre&lt;br /&gt;Diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje proponho procurar-me a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Viajar por dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Percorrer os trilhos da vida...&lt;br /&gt;Com otimismo...&lt;br /&gt;Com esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Com alegria...&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Procurando ser melhor...&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia... A cada ano...&lt;br /&gt;Procurando a felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje ouso gritar&lt;br /&gt;Que existo...&lt;br /&gt;Que sou linda...&lt;br /&gt;Que mereço ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é o meu aniversário...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje mando um sorriso especial...&lt;br /&gt;A todos os meus amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso para os meus velhos amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso para os meus novos amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso para todos...&lt;br /&gt;Os que fazem parte da minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pelas brincadeiras...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pelo apoio...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pela companhia...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pela paciência...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso pela amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de luz... Cheio de paz...&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho que agradecer e pedir a Deus que me abençoe hoje e sempre!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2637379484452591188?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2637379484452591188/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2637379484452591188' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2637379484452591188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2637379484452591188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/hoje-e-o-meu-aniversario.html' title='HOJE É O MEU ANIVERSÁRIO... 27 Anos!'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCSz7jXWA4/TWvuJ9qpzWI/AAAAAAAAAe0/unzWAmF6dpc/s72-c/niver.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3846106848285904529</id><published>2011-02-23T00:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-23T00:17:40.439Z</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6VIocbpYjY/TWRSGCFTuwI/AAAAAAAAAes/kfXI49vz7p4/s1600/13345b3acb20bb42ceeb388479c7c493.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 68px; height: 13px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6VIocbpYjY/TWRSGCFTuwI/AAAAAAAAAes/kfXI49vz7p4/s400/13345b3acb20bb42ceeb388479c7c493.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576672502183344898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho Saudades nossas… Tenho saudades daquela paixão. Tenho saudades de quando as discussões não me abalavam porque tinha todas as certezas do mundo…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades… Tenho saudades que sintamos saudades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3846106848285904529?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3846106848285904529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3846106848285904529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3846106848285904529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3846106848285904529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-p6VIocbpYjY/TWRSGCFTuwI/AAAAAAAAAes/kfXI49vz7p4/s72-c/13345b3acb20bb42ceeb388479c7c493.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3139006712865111235</id><published>2011-02-20T16:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:50:00.138Z</updated><title type='text'>São dias como hoje...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQm4Qb8u6hk/TWFGM22VuFI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsJ3BGa9Emw/s1600/OgAAAO7gcLbZH0yPq3Qg9qNaVQrUPhdGWxk_92PhtCN758pQkxUz6TpCWq6OtmhzJpL7NcXqV9c_nAqK2pyX6nj6uxkAm1T1UGyJa092bwQ1Av7kO4waJrLcdocY.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQm4Qb8u6hk/TWFGM22VuFI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsJ3BGa9Emw/s400/OgAAAO7gcLbZH0yPq3Qg9qNaVQrUPhdGWxk_92PhtCN758pQkxUz6TpCWq6OtmhzJpL7NcXqV9c_nAqK2pyX6nj6uxkAm1T1UGyJa092bwQ1Av7kO4waJrLcdocY.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575815000357189714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São dias como hoje que me dão vontade de fazer uma loucura.&lt;br /&gt;São dias como hoje que me apetece desistir.&lt;br /&gt;São dias como hoje que me fazem pensar em mudar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;São dias como hoje que me dá vontade de largar tudo, de deixar de lutar.&lt;br /&gt;São dias como hoje que acho que não mereces o que faço.&lt;br /&gt;São dias de loucura que me fazem desejar mudar o meu mundo e o que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas são nestes dias de loucura que a verdade me assalta e que me fazem duvidar daquilo que temos.&lt;br /&gt;São dias que tu chamas de tudo, eu chamo de verdade e loucura. A verdade  que se descobre na loucura…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3139006712865111235?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3139006712865111235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3139006712865111235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3139006712865111235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3139006712865111235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/sao-dias-como-hoje.html' title='São dias como hoje...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KQm4Qb8u6hk/TWFGM22VuFI/AAAAAAAAAek/hsJ3BGa9Emw/s72-c/OgAAAO7gcLbZH0yPq3Qg9qNaVQrUPhdGWxk_92PhtCN758pQkxUz6TpCWq6OtmhzJpL7NcXqV9c_nAqK2pyX6nj6uxkAm1T1UGyJa092bwQ1Av7kO4waJrLcdocY.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2822286850564476607</id><published>2011-02-20T16:18:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-20T16:33:32.203Z</updated><title type='text'>Voltemos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytx3BeLLKF8/TWFCUJKhRDI/AAAAAAAAAec/J8Lw5uHSFJM/s1600/beijo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytx3BeLLKF8/TWFCUJKhRDI/AAAAAAAAAec/J8Lw5uHSFJM/s400/beijo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575810727486243890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltemos onde tudo começou. Voltemos a não conhecer nada um do outro. Voltemos a não esperar tanto um do outro… Voltemos a ser meramente conhecidos. Voltemos à conquista. Voltemos à inocência dos olhares trocados. Voltemos à dúvida. Voltemos ao medo que o outro deixe de gostar de nós. Voltemos à dúvida se irá durar. Voltemos. Voltemos à felicidade simples. Voltemos à paixão. Voltemos ao brilho no olhar. Voltemos a sentir borboletas na barriga. Voltemos a sentir apaixonados. Voltemos onde tudo era perfeito e nos contentávamos com um simples gesto… às vezes era bom voltar a esses tempos que parecem tão distantes… Voltar ao passado para dar valor ao que temos agora, no presente.  Voltemos.  Voltemos a misturar passado e presente e assim resultar amor, amizade, cumplicidade, respeito, admiração, compreensão... Voltemos a dar valor ao que tivemos e ao que temos. Voltemos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2822286850564476607?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2822286850564476607/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2822286850564476607' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2822286850564476607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2822286850564476607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/voltemos.html' title='Voltemos'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ytx3BeLLKF8/TWFCUJKhRDI/AAAAAAAAAec/J8Lw5uHSFJM/s72-c/beijo1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2275586577933274778</id><published>2011-02-09T17:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T17:50:28.248Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVLT1clot8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/IiM16yj_CNY/s1600/saudade3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVLT1clot8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/IiM16yj_CNY/s400/saudade3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571748604171302850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vou ser capaz de olhar para mim e só para mim? Quando vou ser capaz de deixar de me preocupar tanto contigo? Quando vou ser capaz de te dizer não? Quando vou ser capaz de ser feliz por mim e para mim? Quando vou ser capaz de viver a minha vida sem medo? Quando vou deixar de depender tanto de alguém? Quando vou deixar de me ligar tanto a ti? Quando vou deixar de fazer tudo por ti? Quando vou deixar de depender tanto de ti? Quando vou deixar que os nossos problemas influenciem tanto a minha vida? Queria ao menos não me importar com coisas mínimas e seguir em frente. Queria ao menos deixar de depender assim tanto de alguém. Queria ao menos desligar um pouco sem pensar constantemente em ti e no que nos acontece. Quando vou aprender a não amar tanto e depositar tanto de mim nas pessoas? Quando vou conseguir não pensar tanto? Quando vou conseguir deixar o tempo passar sem dramatizar e pensar mal? Quando vou deixar de exigir  tanto de ti? Quando vou conseguir não levar tão a peito algum erro teu? Quero mudar a minha maneira de amar. Quero deixar de sofrer tanto. Quero conseguir distanciar as coisas um pouco. Quero pensar mais em mim, porque mereço isso. Mereço preocupar-me mais comigo do que connosco. Mereço. Todos merecem, todos precisamos de o fazer. E alguns fazem-no tão bem…&lt;br /&gt;Só queria deixar de dar tanta importância ou ficar chateada com coisas banais e sem importância… Mas gosto de amar assim, gosto de dar tudo de mim. Gosto de me entregar a ti. Gosto de ser tua e só tua. Da entrega de corpo e alma. Gosto de um amor vivo e em chamas. De uma amor de tudo ou nada. Gosto desta intensidade de sentimentos. Deste amor verdadeiro e verdadeiramente vivido. Só assim sei amar e só assim é que é amar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2275586577933274778?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2275586577933274778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2275586577933274778' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2275586577933274778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2275586577933274778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/qunado.html' title='Quando?'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVLT1clot8I/AAAAAAAAAdk/IiM16yj_CNY/s72-c/saudade3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2994230928324715854</id><published>2011-02-09T16:04:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T16:10:08.228Z</updated><title type='text'>Precisava</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK8WX3440I/AAAAAAAAAdc/jMpjrWVuw40/s1600/beijo2111%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK8WX3440I/AAAAAAAAAdc/jMpjrWVuw40/s400/beijo2111%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571722781562299202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não tenho paciência, tu já não tens paciência. Já não me procuras reconfortar tanto. Já não te preocupas comigo como preocupavas… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o amor a mudar, sinto-te a mudar… As coisas mudam, e vão tornando-se diferentes… Sei que é normal. Mas sinto falta daquela paixão, sinto falta de te ver com aquele brilho nos olhos e que cuides de mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje amor, para variar precisava de um carinho teu, de me sentir amada. De sentir que o nosso amor continua perfeito. Que o teu amor por mim continua igual e com aquela chama que sempre teve... Hoje amor, precisava de ti. Precisava de nós. Precisava do nosso amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2994230928324715854?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2994230928324715854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2994230928324715854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2994230928324715854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2994230928324715854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/precisava.html' title='Precisava'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK8WX3440I/AAAAAAAAAdc/jMpjrWVuw40/s72-c/beijo2111%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-995118079888529420</id><published>2011-02-09T15:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-02-09T15:58:14.720Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK5kbGFT5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/zhvgbf_k_oQ/s1600/PE-070-0600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK5kbGFT5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/zhvgbf_k_oQ/s400/PE-070-0600.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571719724410425234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choro, tenho vontade de chorar. Choro, grito até ficar cansada e sem voz. Quero acelerar o tempo, quero voltar a ver-te, voltar a sentir-te, voltar olhar-te nos olhos... Sentir o teu corpo, sentir o teu odor, o teu cheiro de homem. Quero voltar a sentir o coração a palpitar quando estás perto, quero voltar a arrepiar-me a cada toque teu... Deixa-me sonhar... Deixa-me acordar abraçada a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me nos olhos e diz que me Amas, que tiveste saudades minhas e que sou a tua vida! Abraça-me e perde-te nos meus braços. Quero ver-te, tocar-te, sentir-te, sentir que és meu e que o tempo não muda nada... Mas estou aqui presa neste quarto onde já estivemos juntos, nesta cama onde já fizemos amor, onde já dormimos juntos e onde acordei abraçada a ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me vês? Não sentes a minha presença junto de ti a suplicar pela tua alma, a suplicar pela tua presença, a suplicar por ti e pelo teu amor?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-995118079888529420?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/995118079888529420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=995118079888529420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/995118079888529420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/995118079888529420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2011/02/quero-te.html' title='Quero-te'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TVK5kbGFT5I/AAAAAAAAAdU/zhvgbf_k_oQ/s72-c/PE-070-0600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5980616392102480838</id><published>2010-12-17T15:02:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-12-17T15:04:10.152Z</updated><title type='text'>Cão... (secalhar como nós...)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TQt714rzVgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zfo04EEOI_A/s1600/Pingu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551667131343656450" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TQt714rzVgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zfo04EEOI_A/s400/Pingu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei quem é o autor deste texto mas encontrei-o e adorei!!! =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;"De vez em quando escuto alguém me dizer: “Pára com isso! É apenas um cão!!!” Ou então, “Mas é muito dinheiro pra se gastar com ele! É apenas um cão!”. Estas pessoas não sabem do caminho percorrido, do tempo gasto ou dos custos que significam “apenas um cão”.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos dos meus melhores momentos me foram trazidos por “apenas um cão”. Por muitas horas em minha vida, minha única companhia era “apenas um cão”. E eu não me senti desprezado.&lt;br /&gt;Muitas de minhas tristezas foram amenizadas por “apenas um cão”. E naqueles dias sombrios, o toque gentil de “apenas um cão” me deu conforto e motivo para seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;E se você também é daqueles que pensam que ele é “apenas um cão”, com certeza deve entender bem expressões como “apenas um amigo”, “apenas um nascer de sol”, “apenas uma promessa".&lt;br /&gt;“Apenas um cão” deu à minha vida a verdadeira essência da amizade, da confiança, da pura e irrestrita felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;“Apenas um cão” faz aflorar a compaixão e a paciência que fazem de mim uma pessoa melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por causa de “apenas eu cão”, eu me levanto cedo, faço caminhadas e olho com mais amor para o futuro. Porque pra mim - e para as pessoas como eu - não se trata de “apenas um cão”, mas da incorporação de todos os sonhos e esperanças do futuro; das lembranças afetuosas do passado;&lt;br /&gt;da pura felicidade do momento presente.&lt;br /&gt;“Apenas um cão” faz brotar o que há de bom em mim e dissolve meus pensamentos e as preocupações do meu dia. Eu espero que, algum dia, as pessoas entendam que não é “apenas um cão”, mas aquilo que me torna mais humano e me permite não ser “apenas um homem”...&lt;br /&gt;Então, da próxima vez em que você escutar a frase “É apenas um cão”, apenas sorria para estas pessoas porque elas apenas não entendem..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5980616392102480838?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5980616392102480838/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5980616392102480838' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5980616392102480838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5980616392102480838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/12/cao-secalhar-como-nos.html' title='Cão... (secalhar como nós...)'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TQt714rzVgI/AAAAAAAAAdA/zfo04EEOI_A/s72-c/Pingu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-7998016875241945040</id><published>2010-11-25T01:25:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-11-25T01:36:37.655Z</updated><title type='text'>Preciso...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TO29bjZRNRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sg0MPFhRYjw/s1600/DSC_0696.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5543294997418292498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TO29bjZRNRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sg0MPFhRYjw/s400/DSC_0696.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;Preciso de alguém que me olhe nos olhos quando falo.&lt;br /&gt;Que ouça as minhas tristezas e neuroses com paciência.&lt;br /&gt;E, ainda que não compreenda, respeite os meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém que venha brigar ao meu lado, sem precisar ser convocado.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém Amigo o suficiente para dizer-me as verdades que não quero ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo sabendo que posso odiá-lo por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo de céticos, preciso de alguém que creia nessa coisa misteriosa,&lt;br /&gt;descreditada, quase impossível:&lt;br /&gt;- A VIDA!&lt;br /&gt;Que teime em ser leal, simples e justo, que não vá embora se algum dia&lt;br /&gt;eu perder o meu ouro e não for mais a sensação da festa.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém que receba com gratidão o meu auxílio e a minha mão estendida.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que isso seja muito pouco para as suas necessidades.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de alguém que também seja companheiro nas farras e pescarias,&lt;br /&gt;nas guerras e alegrias e que, no meio da tempestade, grite em coro comigo:&lt;br /&gt;- "Nós ainda vamos rir muito disso tudo".&lt;br /&gt;E ria muito ...&lt;br /&gt;Não pude escolher aqueles que me trouxeram ao mundo, mas posso escolher quem deve participar da minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;E nessa busca, empenho a minha própria alma, pois com alguém verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;a vida se torna mais simples, mais rica e mais bela ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-7998016875241945040?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/7998016875241945040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=7998016875241945040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7998016875241945040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7998016875241945040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/11/preciso.html' title='Preciso...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TO29bjZRNRI/AAAAAAAAAcw/Sg0MPFhRYjw/s72-c/DSC_0696.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2251214625228390605</id><published>2010-09-19T04:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T04:17:30.249+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TJWAKS0OBoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hnbHzkN2nW8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518457832750319234" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TJWAKS0OBoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hnbHzkN2nW8/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Estou cansada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de fingir que está tudo bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de fingir que não sofro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de fingir que não choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de fingir que não me magoam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de fingir que fico bem sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta tanto falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de sorrisos soltos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de não ter de pensar tanto que estou errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de não sentir remorsos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de um abraço que me acalente e me encha o coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de um beijo que cale os medos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de encontrar um caminho...o meu caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de te ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de Te ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de voltar a ter esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero me encontrar nos raios de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero me perder nos teus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a ouvir-te dizer que estás apaixonado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter forças para te deixar ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ter coragem de te chamar e manter junto a mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto a lágrima que teima em cair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto o sorriso que mais não é que um disfarce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto este peso no peito e esta sensação de vazio na alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto a angústia nos nossos rostos em cada pensamento controlado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto ter de estar sem ti e estar tão próxima.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida do teu lado sem te poder tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida sem ti e sem ter o direito de te chamar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida sem saber o que Esperas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida sem saber onde continuo a errar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdida em pensamentos e sentimentos que são tão grandes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tão irrelevantes no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;No final, estou sem rumo... sozinha num caminho sem fim à vista, a tentar ser o melhor que consigo, pela felicidade de todos... menos da minha!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Estou...   :'(  Muito Triste&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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title='Perdida'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TJWAKS0OBoI/AAAAAAAAAcI/hnbHzkN2nW8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1569086297685066246</id><published>2010-08-09T01:21:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:28:43.555+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esta coisa de gostar de alguém...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9LMv1Le0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/2euoVict4fU/s1600/amor-meu-grande-amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 395px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503199952040065858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9LMv1Le0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/2euoVict4fU/s400/amor-meu-grande-amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;“ Esta coisa de gostar de alguém não é para todos e, por vezes – em mais casos do que se possa imaginar – existem pessoas que pura e simplesmente não conseguem gostar de ninguém. Esperem lá, não é que não queiram – querem! – mas quando gostam – e podem gostar muito – há sempre qualquer coisa que os impede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou porque a estrada está cortada para obras de pavimentação. Ou porque sofremos de diabetes e não podemos abusar dos açucares. Ou porque sim e não falamos mais nisto. Há muita gente que não pode comer crustáceos, verdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E porquê? Não faço ideia, mas o médico diz que não podemos porque nascemos assim e nós, resignados, ao aproximar-se o empregado de mesa com meio quilo de gambas que faz favor, vamos dizendo: “Nem pensar, leve isso daqui que me irrita a pele”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora, por vezes, o simples facto de gostarmos de alguém pode provocar-nos uma alergia semelhante. E nós, sabendo-o, mandamos para trás quando estávamos mortinhos por ir em frente. Não vamos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E muitas das vezes, sabendo deste nosso problema, escolhemos para nós aquilo que sabemos que, invariavelmente, iremos recusar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daí existirem aquelas pessoas que insistem em afirmar que só se apaixonam pelas pessoas erradas. Mentira. Pensar dessa forma é que é errado, porque o certo é perceber que se nós escolhemos aquela pessoa foi porque já sabíamos que não íamos a lado nenhum e que – aqui entre nós – é até um alívio não dar em nada porque ia ser uma chatice e estava-se mesmo a ver que ia dar nisto. E deu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do mesmo modo que no final de 10 anos de relacionamento, ou cinco, ou três, há o hábito generalizado de dizermos que aquela pessoa com quem nós nos casámos já não é a mesma pessoa, quando por mais que nos custe, é igualzinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mudou – e o professor Júlio Machado Vaz que se cuide – foram as expectativas que nós criamos em relação a ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impressionados?Pois bem, se me permitem, vou arregaçar as mangas. O que é díficil – dizem – é saber quando gostam de nós. E, quando afirmam isto, bebo logo dois dry martinis para a tosse. Saber quando gostam de nós? Mas com mil raios, isso é o mais fácil porque quando se gosta de alguém não há desculpas nem “ ai que amanhã não dá porque tenho muito trabalho”, nem “ ai que hoje era bom mas tenho outra coisa combinada” nem “ ai que não vi a tua chamada não atendida”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém – mas a sério, que é disto que falamos – não há nada mais importante do que essa outra pessoa. E sendo assim, não há sms que não se receba porque possivelmente não vimos, porque se calhar estava a passar num sítio sem rede, porque a minha amiga não me deu o recado, porque não percebi que querias estar comigo, porque recebi as flores mas pensava não serem para mim, porque não estava em casa quando tocaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém temos sempre rede, nunca falha a bateria, nunca nada nos impede de nos vermos e nem de nos encontrarmos no meio de uma multidão de gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém não respondemos a uma mensagem só no final do dia, não temos acidentes de carro, nem nunca os nossos pais se sentiram mal a ponto de nos impossibilitarem o nosso encontro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém, ouvimos sempre o telefone, a campaínha da porta, lemos sempre a mensagem que nos deixaram no vidro embaciado do carro desse Inverno rigoroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando se gosta de alguém – e estou a escrever para os que gostam - vamos para o local do acidente com a carta amigável, vamos ter com ela ao corredor do hospital ver como estão os pais, chamamos os bombeiros para abrirem a porta, mas nada, nada nos impede de estar juntos, porque nada nem ninguém é mais importante, do que nós. “ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;                 Por Fernando Alvim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Gostei e decidi partilhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1569086297685066246?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1569086297685066246/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1569086297685066246' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1569086297685066246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1569086297685066246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/08/esta-coisa-de-gostar-de-alguem.html' title='Esta coisa de gostar de alguém...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9LMv1Le0I/AAAAAAAAAb4/2euoVict4fU/s72-c/amor-meu-grande-amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8589401625978256498</id><published>2010-08-09T01:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T01:08:11.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9GzwwuFPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YlDAfNRqiCg/s1600/porto+de+abrigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 306px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503195124746556658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9GzwwuFPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YlDAfNRqiCg/s400/porto+de+abrigo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Necessito de alguém que me ame sem condições, um ombro seguro onde possa encostar a minha cabeça louca e perdida, um colo para me sentar a contar os meus sonhos, uma mão que me ampare e cure as feridas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8589401625978256498?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8589401625978256498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8589401625978256498' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8589401625978256498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8589401625978256498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/08/necessito-de-alguem-que-me-ame-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TF9GzwwuFPI/AAAAAAAAAbw/YlDAfNRqiCg/s72-c/porto+de+abrigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-175200343857179494</id><published>2010-07-28T17:02:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T17:07:53.348+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TFBVarTjZQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mh6RxyyAVBg/s1600/2864206219_672d7d0847_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498989061809071362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TFBVarTjZQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mh6RxyyAVBg/s400/2864206219_672d7d0847_m.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#666666;"&gt;Por vezes ficamos desiludidos com as pessoas porque não nos retribuem aquilo que lhes damos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só muito mais tarde chegamos à conclusão que uma pessoa &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;não te pode dar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;aquilo que não tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas a culpa foi tua. Iludiste-te, enganaste-te a respeito dessa pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pessoas que não têm nada para te dar porque no seu coração não mora nada daquilo que estavas à espera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-175200343857179494?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/175200343857179494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=175200343857179494' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/175200343857179494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/175200343857179494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/07/ilusao.html' title='Ilusão'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/TFBVarTjZQI/AAAAAAAAAbg/mh6RxyyAVBg/s72-c/2864206219_672d7d0847_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1238100811221202216</id><published>2010-06-02T11:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:50:16.329+01:00</updated><title type='text'>És fogo perdido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixo espaço entre as linhas  para guardar lugar para o que sobrar de nós. Quando explodirmos. Quando  se der o rebentamento do que somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabes, ninguém te explicou,  ninguém te contou as histórias de encantar que eu vivi. Não percebes a  linguagem e, ficas sempre distante demais para me apreciares a melodia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;fogo&lt;/span&gt; perdido de uma  fogueira extinta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queimas por dentro aquilo que os outros teimam  em banalizar por palavras que alguem decidiu inventar. Ardes. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;E pegas-me fogo, de dentro para fora&lt;/span&gt;.  Enlaças-me nos teus braços e não me largas. Manténs a distancia mental  que te faz pertencer sempre primeiro a ti e, talvez num dia distante, um  pouco a mim. Ofereces-me calor, com um sorriso sincero, só para me  fazeres arder. Para me tornares &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;cinza&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Pó&lt;/span&gt;. Não te chegas nunca a  afastar, porque nunca estiveste verdadeiramente perto. És calor  exagerado para fogo apagado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;És combustão espontânea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não sabes não ser assim. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;Passivo-agressivo&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Ausente-presente&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sincero-maniaco&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Meio-menino-meio-crescido&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ardes  por dentro, devagar, lentamente. Sem sofrer. E queimas todos aqueles  que ousas tocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deixas um pouco de ti para trás, quando sais de onde  nunca estiveste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;menino&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;perdido&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;sincero&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;agressivo&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;ausente&lt;/span&gt; que perdeu o caminho para  casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;E arde dentro de ti aquilo que ninguém te ensinou a dizer.  &lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;Há palavras, embora raras, que existem  para serem ditas&lt;/span&gt;, usadas, abusadas, gastas. Há coisas que se  inventaram para serem vividas. E histórias de encantar que acontecem. Tu  não sabes menino-fogueira, ninguém te ensinou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando soltares as  palavras difíceis, talvez te sossegue o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia, quem sabe,  não vens tu enlaçar-me nos teus braços, de uma maneira mais doce e,  talvez, murmures ao meu ouvido aquilo que te arde por dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nesse  dia, tenho este espaço entre as linhas para nos guardar por cá. Não  precisas de apagar o fogo que há em ti. &lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas há espaço cá fora para o que temos dentro de nós&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1238100811221202216?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1238100811221202216/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1238100811221202216' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1238100811221202216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1238100811221202216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/06/es-fogo-perdido.html' title='És fogo perdido'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-41923675596360835</id><published>2010-06-02T11:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:40:56.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia pla Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Um dia acordas e descobres que o teu mundo mudou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um dia acordas e há uma voz que te diz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um número num papel que indica,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que o diabo fez o ninho dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E num repente, tu já não és apenas tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E num repente, tu já não és senhor do teu destino,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque o diabo fez o ninho dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E tu sais para a rua,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Queres fugir de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Queres arrancar-te por dentro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Porque o diabo fez o ninho dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; (…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E agora…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora que sem chão, esbracejas líquido dentro de ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora que de repente te sentes perder até a tua sombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora que tu já não és mais apenas tu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ergues os olhos e pedes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um anjo da guarda que te abrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E se guarde dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ergues os olhos e esperas:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um sorriso que te aqueça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E se guarde dentro de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E em cada simples gesto teu,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Em cada sorriso teu, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Em cada olhar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; É apenas mais um dia que pedes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um dia após o outro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Um dia de cada vez…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; (…)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; MAS TU NÃO ÉS APENAS UM AMANHÃ QUE PODE NÃO NASCER,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; TU ÉS UM HOJE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; UM AQUI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; UM AGORA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mais que uma referência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que um número,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que uma estatística,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tu és um Ser!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Tens um nome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Uma palavra agarrada a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que te identifica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que te diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que fala de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que te faz presente!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; NÃO DESISTAS DE TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; NÃO DESISTAS DE TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; NÃO DESISTAS DE TI!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; SEMEIA CADA DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; SONHA CADA DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; VIVE CADA DIA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; E FAZ DE CADA DIA:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;UM DIA PELA VIDA!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-41923675596360835?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/41923675596360835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=41923675596360835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/41923675596360835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/41923675596360835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/06/um-dia-pla-vida.html' title='Um dia pla Vida'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2760729186626298900</id><published>2010-05-21T13:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T13:51:39.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dá-me Um Abraço...</title><content type='html'>Dá-me um abraço que seja forte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me conforte a cada canto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não digas nada que o nada é tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu não me importo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço fica por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste aperto tão pouco espaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais nada, só o silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me perdi sem rumo certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já me venci pelo cansaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estando longe, estive tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me um abraço que me desperte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me aperte sem me apertar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu já estou perto abre os teus braços&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu chegar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nesse abraço que eu descanso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse espaço que me sossega&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando possas dá-me outro abraço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só um não chega&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2760729186626298900?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2760729186626298900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2760729186626298900' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2760729186626298900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2760729186626298900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/05/da-me-um-abraco.html' title='Dá-me Um Abraço...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4183761965605694439</id><published>2010-03-30T22:36:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T22:39:32.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JvjQPABvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/e5fji5yTeaA/s1600/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 293px; height: 173px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JvjQPABvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/e5fji5yTeaA/s400/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454544750143080178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei há quantos dias ando nisto, sempre ouvi dizer que o amor faz dos estúpidos inteligentes e torna as pessoas inteligentes em estúpidas, mas sinto-me cada vez mais idiota, estupidamente idiota, mergulhado numa espécie de estado de graça quase divina, como se ser feliz também fosse não querer saber de nada, não me importar com coisa nenhuma, não ser nunca mais obrigado a pensar em nada, só sentir e amar e amar e sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Não sei há quantos dias ando nisto, quando se perde a cabeça - devia era dizer-se quando se perde o coração, porque é este que primeiro se parte, se desfaz, se transforma numa massa qualquer sem forma que faz todo o sentido - perde-se a noção do tempo e do espaço, os dias são intermináveis até que a tua presença os apazigua, a casa fica enorme e vazia na tua ausência e as árvores só dançam quando já chegaste para me encher a sala, a mesa, a cama e então estás em todo o lado, és os objectos e os sons que me cercam e me embalam, como se o mundo existisse lá fora, como se o universo inteiro chegasse e partisse contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;E acredita é como se sentisse o mundo inteiro na mão a pulsar em golfadas silenciosas, uma espécie de poder que só sente quem ama e se entrega, quem aceita o bilhete sem volta de uma viagem alucinante ao outro lado da vida, ao lado onde não há tempo nem medo, onde palavras, gestos e sentimentos só servem para amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Dizem que isto não dura sempre, que a paixão é um estado que diminui um homem e o escraviza ao desejo dos sentidos, mas não acredito que não possa ser verdade e que não possa ser a melhor coisa do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Vivo, respiro, durmo e alimento-me de paixão, olho à minha volta e vejo-te em todos os cantos, a tua voz paira ainda no ar a chamar-me baixinho e a dizer quero-te, quero-te, quero-te e é por isso meu amor, que não sei há quantos dias, meses, anos me perdi em ti e neste amor, mas não quero saber, já não me importo com nada, quero lá saber do frio, do calor, da chuva, dos impostos, do partido...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4183761965605694439?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4183761965605694439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4183761965605694439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4183761965605694439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4183761965605694439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/03/nao-sei-ha-quantos-dias-ando-nisto.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JvjQPABvI/AAAAAAAAAbY/e5fji5yTeaA/s72-c/5c52019c70575d647109010a4b6acfbc.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8549872717370698556</id><published>2010-03-30T18:01:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T20:12:22.628+01:00</updated><title type='text'>alma de passaro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JNEAMrrlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fUPs252DDg/s1600/Sing_song_about_the_past__by_closeinminds.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JNEAMrrlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fUPs252DDg/s400/Sing_song_about_the_past__by_closeinminds.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454506829867101778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#663366;"&gt;Tu não desenvolves, não te deixas ir, não te perdes, no último momento defendes-te sempre com um jogo de cintura invejável e, com a tua implacável lucidez cartesiana, tens sempre para ti e para os outros as mais fundamentadas e lógicas justificações. Não passas de um atrasado emocional, consciente das tuas limitações, mas sem nenhuma vontade de as ultrapassar.Houve momentos em que invejei essa tua autonomia e independência, que te fazem tão inexpugnável. Mas agora não. Deve ser horrível desligar da vida, como se nos tirassem da ficha com um gesto brusco e desumano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8549872717370698556?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8549872717370698556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8549872717370698556' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8549872717370698556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8549872717370698556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/03/alma-de-passaro.html' title='alma de passaro'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S7JNEAMrrlI/AAAAAAAAAbI/4fUPs252DDg/s72-c/Sing_song_about_the_past__by_closeinminds.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2851797351110052515</id><published>2010-03-02T00:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:55:20.308Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4xh7iMWVzI/AAAAAAAAAao/WM-D0Y7FlH0/s1600-h/1373526kd2yrje8ct_thumb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 169px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 100px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443833725002864434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4xh7iMWVzI/AAAAAAAAAao/WM-D0Y7FlH0/s400/1373526kd2yrje8ct_thumb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"Fazes parte daquele grupo de pessoas com quem posso contar para tudo na minha vida sempre e para sempre, e se calhar é por isso que as mãos me tremem de emoção ao te escrever estas palavras. Tu dás-me muito do que não tenho e no entanto nunca descansas, nunca te cansas de tentar descobrir em mim o que me falta para ser melhor e mais feliz. Acreditas, incondicionalmente nas minhas capacidades, relativizas os meus defeitos, aturas as minhas neuras, partilhas as minhas vitórias, estás ao meu lado para o que der e vier.&lt;br /&gt;Dás-me paz, companhia, doçura, harmonia, amor, serenidade, confiança. Dás-me a mão, o teu coração e a tua cabeça, as tuas memórias e os teus projectos, fazes-me sentir importante quando estou do tamanho de uma ostra e fazes-me rir quando quero chorar e chorar quando rio.&lt;br /&gt;Uma amizade assim não tem fim, mas tem principio e meio, e no meio de tudo isto só te posso dizer que o mundo não teria a mesma luz se tu não fizesses parte dele." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2851797351110052515?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2851797351110052515/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2851797351110052515' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2851797351110052515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2851797351110052515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazes-parte-daquele-grupo-de-pessoas.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4xh7iMWVzI/AAAAAAAAAao/WM-D0Y7FlH0/s72-c/1373526kd2yrje8ct_thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6475316629212020580</id><published>2010-03-01T00:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-01T00:52:35.353Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4sPyORexkI/AAAAAAAAAag/F4BVU9mozAs/s1600-h/Parabens.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443461930106668610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4sPyORexkI/AAAAAAAAAag/F4BVU9mozAs/s400/Parabens.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;!!!Parabéns Pra Mim!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;[[[ 26 ]]]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6475316629212020580?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6475316629212020580/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6475316629212020580' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6475316629212020580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6475316629212020580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/03/parabens-pra-mim-26.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4sPyORexkI/AAAAAAAAAag/F4BVU9mozAs/s72-c/Parabens.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4062484660023454827</id><published>2010-02-21T23:36:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T23:43:02.808Z</updated><title type='text'>Eras a minha Vaca! =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4HEGNMyojI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S5e0cuv02eQ/s1600-h/HPIM2179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 299px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440845435741839922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4HEGNMyojI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S5e0cuv02eQ/s400/HPIM2179.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RIP &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;='(&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;18.02.2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4062484660023454827?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4062484660023454827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4062484660023454827' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4062484660023454827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4062484660023454827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/02/rip-18.html' title='Eras a minha Vaca! =('/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4HEGNMyojI/AAAAAAAAAaY/S5e0cuv02eQ/s72-c/HPIM2179.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4354482572824272876</id><published>2010-02-21T20:22:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-02-21T20:36:39.145Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4GWroeFE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/6fmVH6IQm5Q/s1600-h/Stencil_us__by_PoLariK17.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440795501182391154" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4GWroeFE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/6fmVH6IQm5Q/s400/Stencil_us__by_PoLariK17.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;" &lt;/span&gt;Espera só mais um ou dois minutos, eterniza este abraço, grava-o na tua memória para que amanhã e depois, e depois te dê apoio e protecção, te faça sentir amado e desejado, como uma mãe que ama um filho, sempre e em silêncio, sem nunca perder a paciência, sem nunca cobrar, sem nunca pedir, só dar, dar, dar.&lt;br /&gt;Espera ainda, esconde tudo leva o meu cheiro para casa e esconde-o dentro de uma gaveta, não deixes que ninguém saiba que te quero e te desejo, não deixes que te falem de mim, não oiças o que os outros te dizem, eles não estão no meio de nós, ninguém está no meio de nós, só nós é que estamos aqui, a vida que vivemos é a nossa vida e não a que os outros querem que seja. Vive cada minuto intensamente e no maior segredo, faz como aquele poeta que só deixou que as suas palavras fossem lidas depois de morrer, para que ninguém o julgasse ou pudesse apontar-lhe o dedo.&lt;br /&gt;Guarda-me bem, perto de ti, sempre perto, mesmo que eu não te veja ou tu não me fales, estarei ali, junto de ti, como Vénus sempre atrás da lua quando o dia cai e a noite se levanta, silenciosa, altiva, celeste e discreta. Deixa-me ficar ai, ai ninguém me vê, estou protegida pela discrição da noite, pelo silêncio dos pássaros que já dormem e não nos podem denunciar. Serei uma sombra, um suspiro, um sorriso, uma festa no teu cabelo.&lt;br /&gt;E a minha presença, certa e segura junto ao teu coração, vai-te trazer de volta os sons das nossas conversas, a temperatura das nossas mãos entrelaçadas uma na outra, o sabor da minha boca na tua, o meu olhar dentro do teu como se nunca tivesse partido, como se nunca mais precisasses de voltar a essa estúpida rotina que nos rege os dias e as noites, e nunca mais te sentirás uma pessoa normal, igual às outras, porque é agora que podes ser dono da tua vida e do teu coração, é agora que tudo pode acontecer de outra forma e a vida se transformar em algo que sempre sonhaste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4354482572824272876?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4354482572824272876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4354482572824272876' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4354482572824272876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4354482572824272876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/02/espera-so-mais-um-ou-dois-minutos.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/S4GWroeFE3I/AAAAAAAAAZo/6fmVH6IQm5Q/s72-c/Stencil_us__by_PoLariK17.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-584701085269527928</id><published>2010-01-02T16:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-02T16:54:11.993Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz96CiyKayI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Qugbovlr6go/s1600-h/fairy%2520moon_jpeg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 339px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422186660492897058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz96CiyKayI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Qugbovlr6go/s400/fairy%2520moon_jpeg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;De tudo, ficaram 3 coisas: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;A certeza de que estamos sempre a comecar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;A certeza de que é preciso continuar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;A certeza de que seremos interrompidos antes de terminar... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Portanto, devemos: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Fazer da interrupcao, um caminho novo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Da queda, um passo de danca... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Do medo, uma escada... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;Do sonho, uma ponte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div class="ecxsignature"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333399;"&gt;E da procura um encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p class="ecxsignature"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-584701085269527928?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/584701085269527928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=584701085269527928' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/584701085269527928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/584701085269527928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/01/de-tudo-ficaram-3-coisas-certeza-de-que.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz96CiyKayI/AAAAAAAAAZY/Qugbovlr6go/s72-c/fairy%2520moon_jpeg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4958408399901110252</id><published>2010-01-01T13:41:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-01T13:43:45.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz38BVnsvYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lfy5ozy_NyQ/s1600-h/Kirschbluetenfest_Hamburg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421766626337668482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz38BVnsvYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lfy5ozy_NyQ/s400/Kirschbluetenfest_Hamburg.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feliz Ano Novo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4958408399901110252?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4958408399901110252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4958408399901110252' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4958408399901110252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4958408399901110252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sz38BVnsvYI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/lfy5ozy_NyQ/s72-c/Kirschbluetenfest_Hamburg.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-785549519413854848</id><published>2009-12-23T21:43:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-23T21:51:10.405Z</updated><title type='text'>Already Gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzKQx7sob2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/9UcJn3rPuY8/s1600-h/7tvlQJ2Snp8aby92qLAVKT51o1_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418552489193008994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzKQx7sob2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/9UcJn3rPuY8/s400/7tvlQJ2Snp8aby92qLAVKT51o1_400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Even with our fists held high&lt;br /&gt;It never would have worked out right, yeah&lt;br /&gt;We were never meant for do or die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want us to burn out&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come here to hurt you now I can't stop...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at you makes it harder&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you'll find another&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't always make you wanna cry&lt;br /&gt;It started with the perfect kiss then&lt;br /&gt;We could feel the poison set in&lt;br /&gt;"Perfect" couldn't keep this love alive&lt;br /&gt;You know that I love you so&lt;br /&gt;I love you enough to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh already gone, already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember all the things we wanted&lt;br /&gt;Now all our memories, they're haunted&lt;br /&gt;We were always meant to say goodbye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter where we take this road&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gotta go&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have loved me better&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to move on&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;You can't make it feel right&lt;br /&gt;When you know that it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm already gone, already gone&lt;br /&gt;There's no moving on,&lt;br /&gt;So I'm already gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-785549519413854848?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/785549519413854848/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=785549519413854848' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/785549519413854848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/785549519413854848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/12/already-gone.html' title='Already Gone'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzKQx7sob2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/9UcJn3rPuY8/s72-c/7tvlQJ2Snp8aby92qLAVKT51o1_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1847502766156085516</id><published>2009-12-22T00:58:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-12-22T01:02:19.143Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzAaPjFAOJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/e3cGogdlJtY/s1600-h/2426046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 359px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417859206143293586" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzAaPjFAOJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/e3cGogdlJtY/s400/2426046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Se fores... vai mais longe!&lt;br /&gt;Se fizeres... faz diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Se rires... ri até chorar!&lt;br /&gt;Se sonhares... sonha mais alto!&lt;br /&gt;Se arriscares... arrisca tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Se pensares... pensa por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Se saíres... sai da rotina!&lt;br /&gt;Se mudares... muda tudo!&lt;br /&gt;Se contares... CONTA COMIGO!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;!! Feliz Natal &amp;amp; Bom Ano Novo !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1847502766156085516?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1847502766156085516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1847502766156085516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1847502766156085516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1847502766156085516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/12/se-fores.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SzAaPjFAOJI/AAAAAAAAAZA/e3cGogdlJtY/s72-c/2426046.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-370347701695612855</id><published>2009-12-18T01:22:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-18T01:23:37.250Z</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SyrZZZeY6uI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2T4eQcHMTXs/s1600-h/saudade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SyrZZZeY6uI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2T4eQcHMTXs/s400/saudade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416380532224748258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-370347701695612855?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/370347701695612855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=370347701695612855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/370347701695612855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/370347701695612855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SyrZZZeY6uI/AAAAAAAAAY4/2T4eQcHMTXs/s72-c/saudade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1393297025963570890</id><published>2009-12-01T00:13:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-12-01T00:14:03.070Z</updated><title type='text'>Não consigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxRfxIiuZAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QCGcgKDjuYI/s1600/Dahlia_by_vulcania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxRfxIiuZAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QCGcgKDjuYI/s400/Dahlia_by_vulcania.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410054350090167298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes.. fico completamente á nora, sem saber o que fazer, sem saber bem para onde ir.. Por vezes, pareço ficar sozinha, abandonada no meio de nenhures.. esperando que algo me faça reagir.. pode ser a mais pequena atitude.. um abraço, uma palavra, um olhar ou um sorriso. Só preciso de algo.. talvez de esquecer por momentos quem sou, o que faço, quem amo e no que acredito.. simplesmente esquecer! Deixar-me levar por tudo aquilo que realmente necessito e anseio ter, mas que não consigo fazer com que se realize.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero girtar, mas não consigo.. Quero chorar, mas as lágrimas não me escorrem pelo rosto.. queria poder falar, mas não consigo fazer com que qualquer som saia da minha boca, com que quaisquer palavras vibrem por entre os meus lábios! Quero andar, e correr.. mas uma força inexplicável faz com que permaneça imóvel.. Porquê ? Não tenho uma explicação. Nunca hei-de ter. Por agora.. só quero ficar assim. Sentada a um canto, ou estendida na minha cama.. fixando um ponto qualquer, e como sempre.. sem fazer nada para que este nó na minha garganta se desfaça. Eu queria..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1393297025963570890?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1393297025963570890/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1393297025963570890' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1393297025963570890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1393297025963570890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-consigo.html' title='Não consigo'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxRfxIiuZAI/AAAAAAAAAYw/QCGcgKDjuYI/s72-c/Dahlia_by_vulcania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2585109327323885685</id><published>2009-11-29T20:54:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:56:50.860Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLgC9PZ6yI/AAAAAAAAAYo/faQQnlIgczA/s1600/Tear_by_Yaninah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLgC9PZ6yI/AAAAAAAAAYo/faQQnlIgczA/s400/Tear_by_Yaninah.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409632443828923170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"O meu mundo não é como o dos outros, quero demais, exijo demais; há em mim uma sede de infinito, uma angústia constante que nem eu mesma compreendo, pois estou longe de ser uma pessoa; sou antes uma exaltada, com uma alma intensa, violenta, atormentada, uma alma que não se sente bem onde está, que tem saudade… sei lá de quê!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2585109327323885685?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2585109327323885685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2585109327323885685' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2585109327323885685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2585109327323885685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/o-meu-mundo-nao-e-como-o-dos-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLgC9PZ6yI/AAAAAAAAAYo/faQQnlIgczA/s72-c/Tear_by_Yaninah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-906370742690047319</id><published>2009-11-29T20:51:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:54:19.264Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLfZtGRChI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FY2d3iTZYaA/s1600/Dear_Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 304px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLfZtGRChI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FY2d3iTZYaA/s400/Dear_Heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409631735120988690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Seu coração disse pra sua cabeça, vá, e sua cabeça disse pra sua coragem, vou, e sua coragem respondeu, vou nada, mas sua boca não ouviu e beijou."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-906370742690047319?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/906370742690047319/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=906370742690047319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/906370742690047319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/906370742690047319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/seu-coracao-disse-pra-sua-cabeca-va-e.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLfZtGRChI/AAAAAAAAAYg/FY2d3iTZYaA/s72-c/Dear_Heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2124332132429327803</id><published>2009-11-29T20:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:51:10.003Z</updated><title type='text'>So much control over me</title><content type='html'>I hate that you have so much control over me &lt;br /&gt;The power to make me smile &lt;br /&gt;To make me cry to make me depressed &lt;br /&gt;To have soo much control over my life without knowing it ….&lt;br /&gt;I live for you &lt;br /&gt;I try my best to do things to impress you &lt;br /&gt;To get your attention but I fail…&lt;br /&gt;You have soo much power over me &lt;br /&gt;And you don't know &lt;br /&gt;I orient myself around you &lt;br /&gt;Not in a way noticable to others but hopefully to you &lt;br /&gt;But I guess you don't notice otherwise you would have said something &lt;br /&gt;So much control over me  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;publicado por Spell às 02:01&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2124332132429327803?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2124332132429327803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2124332132429327803' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2124332132429327803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2124332132429327803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-much-control-over-me.html' title='So much control over me'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6854092398235560165</id><published>2009-11-29T20:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:50:57.627Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As my tear falls,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking how stupid&lt;br /&gt;I am for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear for you,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for my pain,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are falling,&lt;br /&gt;rolling down my body,&lt;br /&gt;Into a puddle of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear for me,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for you.&lt;br /&gt;A tear for my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain that is known only by me,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;a tear for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my tears fall on to the ground.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6854092398235560165?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6854092398235560165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6854092398235560165' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6854092398235560165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6854092398235560165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-my-tear-falls-im-thinking-of-you_29.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-540226199053922334</id><published>2009-11-29T20:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-29T20:50:02.843Z</updated><title type='text'>Tão Nova... Tão Velha...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLed2mvobI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QDzEG4fFH48/s1600/aa5b9a2bb8a4bc72932731c4195f586f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLed2mvobI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QDzEG4fFH48/s400/aa5b9a2bb8a4bc72932731c4195f586f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409630706880979378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo está a chegar ao fim, amo-te, continuo a amar-te mesmo apos o sofrimento que me fazes passar, vejo tudo, e tu não vez nada.&lt;br /&gt;Noites de misterio, percorro sozinha o caminho oculto, gostava que me podesses acompanhar mas tu não me segues, eu sei o caminho, sou uma alma velha, vergada pela dor e sofrimento, presa num corpo inexperiente de uma jovem, para poder ser tua, como te amo meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei por ti tanto tempo, chorei tantas lagrimas, verti o meu sangue nos altares do tempo somente para estar novamente contigo, meu amor, sinto-me tao só.&lt;br /&gt;Nestes momentos desejava estar contigo sentir-te, abraçar-te, dar-te a conhecer o calor do meu corpo, do meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mas estamos afastados, que posso fazer, como te quero meu anjo, porque o meu amor não é entregue da mesma forma, porque nao tentas sentir, só quero que me abraçes para esta dor e agonia desaparecerem, cubro a minha face de lagrimas, lagrimas de dor e melancolia, eu aguento e tento esconder a minha dor.&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo no meu fim, diz-me que me amas para eu ir em paz, sei que sou nova ja falta pouco para eu ir, mas o meu ser é antigo como o tempo, eu nunca te abandonarei, eu vendi a minha alma pelo nosso amor, pois sei que sem ele nunca serei livre e os meus sonhos serão destruidos.&lt;br /&gt;Caio com os meu sonhos, noites frias de solidão cortante, eu continuarei a olhar o horizonte para te ver, para te proteger, embora ouça cada vez mais alto as vozes do medo desesperante, do panico.&lt;br /&gt;Quero estar contigo, tu vez-me a tentar, tu vez-me morrer, eu somente desejo ser tua.&lt;br /&gt;Tua para te amar.&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-540226199053922334?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/540226199053922334/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=540226199053922334' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/540226199053922334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/540226199053922334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/tao-nova-tao-velha.html' title='Tão Nova... Tão Velha...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SxLed2mvobI/AAAAAAAAAYY/QDzEG4fFH48/s72-c/aa5b9a2bb8a4bc72932731c4195f586f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2610330466080114273</id><published>2009-11-06T21:18:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-06T21:22:11.392Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SvSTY-lNiAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nvr7wI5tJOw/s1600-h/Tear_of_Life_by_Falconia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401103910449285122" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SvSTY-lNiAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nvr7wI5tJOw/s400/Tear_of_Life_by_Falconia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="text" align="left"&gt;As my tear falls,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking of you again.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking how stupid&lt;br /&gt;I am for loving you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear for you,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for my pain,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are falling,&lt;br /&gt;rolling down my body,&lt;br /&gt;Into a puddle of pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tear for me,&lt;br /&gt;A tear for you.&lt;br /&gt;A tear for my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pain that is known only by me,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;a tear for you&lt;br /&gt;a tear for pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my tears fall on to the ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2610330466080114273?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2610330466080114273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2610330466080114273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2610330466080114273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2610330466080114273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-my-tear-falls-im-thinking-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SvSTY-lNiAI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/nvr7wI5tJOw/s72-c/Tear_of_Life_by_Falconia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6832657355664020413</id><published>2009-11-03T01:53:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-03T02:09:18.867Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I won't write you pretty words, filled with ocean metaphors, and similes comparing your eyes to the stars that twinkle in the sky. I can't tell you lies, my darling. I can't write those pretty, yet meaningless words that tell you how much you mean to me. They've been said far too often, repeated on and on, consistently, invariably, so they mean absolutely nothing anymore. I can't tell you that our love is deeper than the ocean, that our love could encompass the globe. I can't tell you that your eyes shine as brightly as the stars scattered across the black satin of the sky. I can't tell you that I would trade in the world just to make you mine. I won't tell you lies, my darling. I won't listen to pretty love songs,their melodies soft and sensitive,their words meaningful,and filled with secret heartache. I can't listen to lies, my darling.Although the songs all sound like they're about love, they never are. Their words are filled with nauseating sentimentality that I could never stomach. And yet they are all lies. They're all waiting timidly around the corner, waiting for their one true love to walk out the door so they can write a song about heartbreak and heartache. They are just wistful ballads about what could have been, what might be and they will never compare to the truth of the matter: love is forever. I won't listen to lies, my darling. I won't be a simpering girlwho only longs for a man to love,who needs you to protect herand who insists she isn't whole without youI can't live a lie, my darling. I can't tell you that I am nothing without you, because I am something. I am me, and I have been me even before I met you. You being you and being with me will never change that fact. I don't need you to protect me because what will I do when you're gone? I have to protect myself, and keep my heart intact. I may sound cold, and like I really don't love you, but believe me I do. I just don't love you like a cliche. I love you in a way that is real. You are everything to me, but I'll live on after you are gone. You aren't the moon and stars, because I can see you right here with me. You aren't an ocean, because you are so much more than a simple body of water. You are you, and I am me... and that is all we need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't live a lie, my darling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6832657355664020413?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6832657355664020413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6832657355664020413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6832657355664020413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6832657355664020413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-wont-write-you-pretty-words-filled.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2894683257669795037</id><published>2009-10-23T20:38:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:03:19.751+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuIH8LWeuSI/AAAAAAAAAVU/_75RLvJllzM/s1600-h/Fragility.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="text"&gt;Last night i felt something inside me ripping itself up,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing itself apart, to absolute pieces, so badly, it woke me up.&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know, somewhere in the back of my mind while i was sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;I had been thinking about you,&lt;br /&gt;And at just the thought of it, my heart split itself into two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of letting go,&lt;br /&gt;I guess i'll never know.&lt;br /&gt;But you broke my heart, a million times over.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;I gave you it and you chewed it up,&lt;br /&gt;Spit it out,&lt;br /&gt;Threw it on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your happy,&lt;br /&gt;Because now it doesn't even need you to break.&lt;br /&gt;It tears itself up time and time over,&lt;br /&gt;Without making a sound. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2894683257669795037?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Não te quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Porque me dizem "Esquece-o!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Não quero!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADORO-TE@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6877295605105466845?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6877295605105466845/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6877295605105466845' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6877295605105466845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6877295605105466845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/09/ja-nao-sei-mais-o-que-dizer_25.html' title='Já não sei mais o que dizer...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8688037159238160574</id><published>2009-09-25T17:29:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T17:29:59.419+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Srzv_PvNSQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/pArZcdRKaZg/s1600-h/confusa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 319px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385443124263602434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Srzv_PvNSQI/AAAAAAAAAVI/pArZcdRKaZg/s400/confusa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não consigo dar nome&lt;br /&gt;aos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;estou confusa.&lt;br /&gt;Me questiono,&lt;br /&gt;mas não consigo&lt;br /&gt;ouvir as respostas.&lt;br /&gt;São palavras ocultas,&lt;br /&gt;não definem o que vai&lt;br /&gt;aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de algo que&lt;br /&gt;não tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de momentos&lt;br /&gt;que ainda não vivi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8688037159238160574?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8688037159238160574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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deitaria no teu ombro, jamais eu te teria deixado ir. Jamais teria soltado tua mão, ou dito adeus, jamais teria atravessado a rua sem olhar pra trás, eu não te deixaria dar um passo que te levasse pra longe de mim; eu te abraçaria com toda a minha força, encostaria o meu nariz no teu, e te confessaria que tens os olhos mais fascinantes que já vi; e eu te diria que pra sempre serei tua, e que nem que os céus derramem sobre nós lágrimas de sangue eu esquecerei de cada gesto teu, e a canção que um dia nos juntou, hoje está gravada no som da chuva, quando ela cai magoando o chão; então o dia amanhece, pra me lembrar que eu e tu não existimos mais; quando o nada se transformar em tudo, nós ficaremos bem novamente."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Esse talvez, seja um dos "textos" que eu mais&lt;br /&gt;acho fascinante, por mais simples que seja...&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz perceber, que as pessoas que mais amamos, podem nos deixar&lt;br /&gt;a qualquer instante, e o ontem não tem volta... por isso, viva, chore,&lt;br /&gt;quantas vezes for preciso, mas não deixe de AMAR!&lt;br /&gt;"de valor ao que você tem hoje, por que o amanhã, o amanhã não nos pertence!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1178764896331659401?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1178764896331659401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1178764896331659401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1178764896331659401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1178764896331659401'/><link rel='alternate' 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style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 274px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363579003690230866" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sm9Cr7ezJFI/AAAAAAAAAT8/enjA5_ReH3A/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Posso ter defeitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;viver ansioso e ficar irritado algumas vezes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;mas não esqueço de que minha vida é a maior empresa do mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;E que posso evitar que ela vá a falência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ser feliz é reconhecer que vale a pena viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;apesar de todos os desafios, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;incompreensões e períodos de crise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ser feliz é deixar de ser vítima dos problemas e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;se tornar um autor da própria história.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;É atravessar desertos fora de si, mas ser capaz de encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;um oásis no recôndito da sua alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;É agradecer a Deus a cada manhã pelo milagre da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Ser feliz é não ter medo dos próprios sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;É saber falar de si mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;É ter coragem para ouvir um 'não'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;É ter segurança para receber uma crítica, mesmo que injusta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Pedras no caminho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;Guardo todas, um dia vou construir um castelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5110959120616701717?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5110959120616701717/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5110959120616701717' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5110959120616701717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou, não interessa o que falhou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E não me interessa o que não mudou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu e tu sabemos o que se passou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Falei, tentei, expliquei &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Prometeste-me e eu esperei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Magoaste-me eu perdoei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foi mentira mas acreditei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Custou, mas acordei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O amor é uma merda, agora sei&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Percebe, desejo-te tudo de bom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A última coisa que tenho pra ti é este som:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque: Por mais que custe, eu vou ser capaz&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juro a mim mesmo não voltar atrás&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou ter saudades mas tu não vais saber&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não chores mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há dor nem desgosto que o tempo não cure&lt;br /&gt;Se eu amei e acreditei que ninguém me censure&lt;br /&gt;Fiz o que pude agora mudo de atitude&lt;br /&gt;A vida não para, tou vivo a só peço saúde&lt;br /&gt;Não estava escrito, está tudo dito&lt;br /&gt;Se perguntarem por mim diz que tá tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;Que não deu certo mas que a culpa não é de ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Só é quando tiver que ser&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Life goes on&lt;br /&gt;I'm still here&lt;br /&gt;But the love is gone&lt;br /&gt;Não me apanhas nem ao telefone&lt;br /&gt;Para me teres outra vez só se for um clone&lt;br /&gt;E quando me vires na rua sorri, mas continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque: Por mais que custe eu vou ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;Juro a mim mesmo não voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter saudades mas tu não vais saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não chores mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizias que amavas mas não mostravas&lt;br /&gt;Sabias que erravas mas nunca mudavas&lt;br /&gt;Fizeste tudo errado e agora és passado&lt;br /&gt;Respiro de novo este ar renovado&lt;br /&gt;Mas tou bem, tou bem assim&lt;br /&gt;Tu não, não és pra mim&lt;br /&gt;Chegou, chegou ao fim&lt;br /&gt;Se não me matou tornou-me mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que custe eu vou ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;Juro a mim mesmo não voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter saudades mas tu não vais saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Acabou, acabou, sim acabou&lt;br /&gt;Acabou e não chores mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou pensar em ti até te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ACABOUUUU.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5100891808754177807?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5100891808754177807/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5100891808754177807' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-3329400854728805588</id><published>2009-06-02T20:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T21:25:27.054+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SiWKbyaML6I/AAAAAAAAATc/84eTfdxENYw/s1600-h/secret1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342828742937685922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SiWKbyaML6I/AAAAAAAAATc/84eTfdxENYw/s400/secret1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               When i was a child, i spoke as a child, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                               I understood as a child, i thought as a child...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                              But when i became a Woman, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;                                              I put childish things away.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3329400854728805588?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3329400854728805588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SiWKbyaML6I/AAAAAAAAATc/84eTfdxENYw/s72-c/secret1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5501041133312853235</id><published>2009-04-20T03:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T03:06:35.852+01:00</updated><title type='text'>" Nada acontece por acaso "</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;A vida está feita à nossa medida e nada acontece por acaso. Já te aconteceu olhares para alguém pela primeira vez e sentires algo estranho, uma vontade de falar com essa pessoa, saber porque é que com um simples olhar ela mexeu tanto contigo? Quem é essa pessoa? Porque te toca assim na alma? Será amor à primeira vista? Não, isso só acontece nos contos infantis que eu lia e gostava tanto. Ficava horas a sonhar com a vida perfeita que era relatada para as crianças.Mas a realidade...A realidade é mais dura mas para quem não lhe conta uma anedota. É preciso saber levar a vida.Há determinado tipo de situações que deves ter em conta:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvida se alguém te prometer a lua, acredita se te prometer um sorriso;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvida se alguém te disser que te adora, mas acredita se o mostrar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvida se alguém te disser que sente saudades, acredita se fizer tudo para as diminuir contigo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Duvida do amor à primeira vista mas acredita que ele existe e que pode aparecer a qualquer altura, em qualquer lugar, a qualquer hora e de quem menos esperas, mas vive o momento intensamente pois é como o fogo enquanto tem lenha não pára da arder.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aproveita a vida pois esta é apenas umas férias que a morte nos concede.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5501041133312853235?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5501041133312853235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5501041133312853235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5501041133312853235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5501041133312853235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/04/nada-acontece-por-acaso.html' title='&quot; Nada acontece por acaso &quot;'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8133611778068054790</id><published>2009-04-19T14:27:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T14:30:44.931+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Olá...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me mal, não consigo concentrar-me... estou triste...&lt;br /&gt;O problema é que tanta tristeza esta a tirar-me a força, todo o meu animo caracteristico da minha idade...&lt;br /&gt;Esta cada vez mais dificil sobreviver, cada vez mais dificil reagir, cada vez mais dificil sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já não aguento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem falei com ele, ele foi tão frio, tão rispido...&lt;br /&gt;Apeteceu-me tanto chorar, era mais forte do que as minhas forças.&lt;br /&gt;A minha alegria não existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria ir para um sitio onde não existisse ninguem e que pudesse pensar mais um bocadinho, em que só estivesse eu, somente eu e os meus pensamentos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8133611778068054790?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8133611778068054790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8133611778068054790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8133611778068054790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8133611778068054790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/04/ola.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-7853445234859622217</id><published>2009-03-29T12:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T12:42:17.134+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sc9eN-c7L8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/frYvIEa0-4U/s1600-h/leta2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318573279143473090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sc9eN-c7L8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/frYvIEa0-4U/s400/leta2.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;With you underneath me and your arms tightly bound around me, I feel safe and secure, wound in this position of intimacy. With my head on your chest I can feel you breath and hear your heart beat. This reassures me that this moment is real and not fantasy. Your heart beat quickens with every little movement I make as does my breath with every little adjustment. Living in this moment is all that I could ever ask for, all that I can do right now. This is all I want, all I need. Nothing more than this, just living and living on one day at a time, you by my side. Not worrying about the future, just living in the now……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-7853445234859622217?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/7853445234859622217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=7853445234859622217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7853445234859622217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7853445234859622217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/03/with-you-underneath-me-and-your-arms.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/Sc9eN-c7L8I/AAAAAAAAAS0/frYvIEa0-4U/s72-c/leta2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5564630833758925627</id><published>2009-03-21T00:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T01:01:06.616Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;Não destruas os meus sonhos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#006600;"&gt;porque sem eles eu sou igual a ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5564630833758925627?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5564630833758925627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5564630833758925627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5564630833758925627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5564630833758925627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/03/nao-destruas-os-meus-sonhos-por-que-sem.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-811897573903221784</id><published>2009-03-21T00:50:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:50:34.653Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Ah, quem dera eu pudesse arrancar o coração do meu peito e atirá-lo na correnteza, e então não haveria mais dor, nem saudade, nem lembranças."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a class="autor" href="http://www.pensador.info/autor/Paulo_Coelho/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Paulo Coelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-811897573903221784?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/811897573903221784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=811897573903221784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/811897573903221784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/811897573903221784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/03/ah-quem-dera-eu-pudesse-arrancar-o.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4884235775081144635</id><published>2009-03-01T00:41:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-03-01T00:43:22.381Z</updated><title type='text'>25 anitos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SanZ0kylHoI/AAAAAAAAASk/r81J4mGNpZg/s1600-h/20090129111548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308013133085089410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 290px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SanZ0kylHoI/AAAAAAAAASk/r81J4mGNpZg/s400/20090129111548.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt; ! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Parabens a mim&lt;/span&gt; !&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4884235775081144635?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4884235775081144635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4884235775081144635' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4884235775081144635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4884235775081144635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/03/25-anitos.html' title='25 anitos...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SanZ0kylHoI/AAAAAAAAASk/r81J4mGNpZg/s72-c/20090129111548.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-108463823211776302</id><published>2009-02-16T23:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-02-17T00:04:16.276Z</updated><title type='text'>Felicidade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SZn-mcvf9gI/AAAAAAAAASU/hNBVWmBMTbY/s1600-h/header_pe.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303549972709373442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 153px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SZn-mcvf9gI/AAAAAAAAASU/hNBVWmBMTbY/s400/header_pe.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Com quantas palavras se escreve a felicidade?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quantas vírgulas, pontos finais e reticencias, serão precisos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Quantos parágrafos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pois é...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Não se sabe ao certo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Cada um tem uma felicidade diferente da dos outros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Aquilo que para uns chega, para outros é muito pouco!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Há quem escreva a sua felicidade com milhares de palavras, centenas de vírgulas e pontos finais e algumas dezenas de reticencias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A sua felicidade, por ser tão grande, ocupa-lhes imenso tempo a descrever, têm muitas coisas... não se podem esquecer de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A minha felicidade, não precisa de muitas palavras, vírgulas, pontos finais e reticencias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Também não me ocupa muito tempo a descrever, resume-se em muito pouco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Saúde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Paz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um pouco de amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;E tempo para a apreciar e estimar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-108463823211776302?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/108463823211776302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=108463823211776302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/108463823211776302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/108463823211776302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/02/felicidade.html' title='Felicidade...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SZn-mcvf9gI/AAAAAAAAASU/hNBVWmBMTbY/s72-c/header_pe.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6153242517652345781</id><published>2009-01-25T11:59:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-25T12:09:06.702Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SXxWQ85vv7I/AAAAAAAAARM/n6NfBpaOBuI/s1600-h/sorrir.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295202111107088306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SXxWQ85vv7I/AAAAAAAAARM/n6NfBpaOBuI/s400/sorrir.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estar feliz é um pouco mais que acordar todos os dias.Estar feliz implica mais que estar bem.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica um pouco mais que momentos agradáveis.Estar feliz implica ter vontade de gritar para todo o mundo que é bom estar vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica sentir o coração bater só por dar a mão a quem amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica alegria em acordar.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica estar com amigos e com a pessoa que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica olhar a nossa volta e sorrir porque respiramos.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica ter a coragem de sermos fieis a nós mesmos e de estarmos no sitio certo com as pessoas certas.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica amar e ser amado de verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica sentir cada beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Estar feliz implica o desejo latente em qualquer lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6153242517652345781?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6153242517652345781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6153242517652345781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6153242517652345781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6153242517652345781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/estar-feliz-um-pouco-mais-que-acordar.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SXxWQ85vv7I/AAAAAAAAARM/n6NfBpaOBuI/s72-c/sorrir.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8284188101172811253</id><published>2009-01-15T22:36:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:44:50.032Z</updated><title type='text'>?! Do You Love Me ?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-7gPE3mMI/AAAAAAAAARE/MqKsd5k6YcI/s1600-h/kjh.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291654249660782786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-7gPE3mMI/AAAAAAAAARE/MqKsd5k6YcI/s400/kjh.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave you all the reasons to love me and yet you don't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You gave me all the reasons to not love you and yet I do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is it because you couldn't or simply won't,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please give me an answer; one that's true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and answer truthfully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do you or do you not love me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spare me no excuses, lies or pity,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just put and end to my misery.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know if the answer is yes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't deny what's already there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be mine and let me do my best,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pull me up and show that you care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the answer is no then cut the rope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you have no affection for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take away my dreams and my false hope,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Be honest and spare me no mercy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me these,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me the time we spent didn't mean a thing,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tell me you felt nothing whenever we kiss,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Look into my eyes and tell me I meant nothing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and answer truthfully,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whisper the words that I want to hear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Spare me no excuses, lies or pity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I want is your honesty, my dear. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8284188101172811253?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8284188101172811253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8284188101172811253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8284188101172811253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8284188101172811253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/do-you-love-me.html' title='?! Do You Love Me ?!'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-7gPE3mMI/AAAAAAAAARE/MqKsd5k6YcI/s72-c/kjh.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5770945142317694141</id><published>2009-01-15T22:28:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-15T22:36:23.774Z</updated><title type='text'>i</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-6Wj0HChI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MHfTII8L4sw/s1600-h/kjdf.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291652983917316626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-6Wj0HChI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MHfTII8L4sw/s400/kjdf.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build defense&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build barriers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I build with passion, anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide my fears&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide inside a wall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hide everything&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear anger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear my kids&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear violence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear what they'll become&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hear nothing that you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a better life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want a life worth living&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I KNOW&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know you are there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this must soon end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know what it is and wait &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5770945142317694141?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5770945142317694141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5770945142317694141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5770945142317694141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5770945142317694141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/i.html' title='i'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SW-6Wj0HChI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/MHfTII8L4sw/s72-c/kjdf.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2337672186740698198</id><published>2009-01-10T15:17:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T15:25:57.471Z</updated><title type='text'>Tristeza</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWi9b6wbReI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2iZw7D8XfcA/s1600-h/0016-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289686049673135586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWi9b6wbReI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2iZw7D8XfcA/s400/0016-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não sei o que fazer, para que mudes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já não sei o que te dizer para que percebas que me pões triste com determinadas atitudes que tens, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;começo a querer desistir disto tudo, da relação, do nosso amor, e começar a pensar que não me mereces mesmo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faço tudo por ti, tento te pôr feliz, alegre e que não penses nas coisas tristes, fartei-me de falar contigo, sobre as coisas que me fizeste e que me magoaram muito e mesmo assim continuei do teu lado, a querer te ajudar, mas volta sempre tudo ao mesmo e eu já não aguento. Não tenho forças para continuar assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me triste, magoada e tenho razões para estar, porque tu és meu namorado e não me deverias de me tratar como muitas vezes me tratas, desprezo, tares um dia inteiro sem me dizeres uma única palavra, um único gesto de carinho, de mimo. Depois de ter falado contigo e de te ter explicado, o quanto me magoavas com as tuas atitudes, tivemos dias espectaculares, mas tudo se desmoronou num único dia. Tanto trabalho em querer ser tua amiga, e ser tua namorada e vejo que não dás valor ao que faço e ao que fiz por ti. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pode ser que depois de me teres perdido, pode ser que dês valor ao que tiveste mas ai será tarde demais para me teres de volta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me triste, só, e vejo que não gostas de mim como eu gosto de ti... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...começo a desistir de tudo.... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...de tudo mesmo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2337672186740698198?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2337672186740698198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2337672186740698198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2337672186740698198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2337672186740698198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/tristeza.html' title='Tristeza'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWi9b6wbReI/AAAAAAAAAQc/2iZw7D8XfcA/s72-c/0016-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8972018361812108712</id><published>2009-01-06T14:15:00.004Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:25:17.905Z</updated><title type='text'>Sentido Proibido</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNo8LbTtsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sTw8SIS9vAg/s1600-h/the_bridge1440x900.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288185770531862210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNo8LbTtsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sTw8SIS9vAg/s400/the_bridge1440x900.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque estou furiosa comigo mesma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque te odeio mais cada dia que passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque cometo erros crassos que já não deveria cometer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque tento uma relação na qual nunca deu certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque és mimado, arrogante e que não sabe e nunca irá saber o que quer da vida &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quanto mais de uma relação&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque me magoas com todas as tuas atitudes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque sempre, mas sempre me fizeste mal&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando precisei de ti nunca vieste ao meu alcançe&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque as "pessoas" fazem de tudo para nos separarem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque me fazes cometer loucuras, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mesmo quando não as queria cometer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque deixo de poder pensar no que é melhor para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque por ti fiz tudo e nunca sequer me disseste obrigado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Porque caio num abismo de cada vez que voltamos a estar juntos&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E no final ainda me pergunto " O que fiz de errado?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Apenas tenho a esperança de que um dia te consiga esquecer...e quando passares por mim na rua o meu coração não acelere e avance sem sequer olhar para trás!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8972018361812108712?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8972018361812108712/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8972018361812108712' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8972018361812108712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8972018361812108712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/porque-estou-furiosa-comigo-mesma.html' title='Sentido Proibido'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNo8LbTtsI/AAAAAAAAAQU/sTw8SIS9vAg/s72-c/the_bridge1440x900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5666339642740456087</id><published>2009-01-06T14:07:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:14:46.301Z</updated><title type='text'>( e depois?! )</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNnOF7oN9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TeGTeSh6ho0/s1600-h/fRD6wA417947-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288183879271200722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 287px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNnOF7oN9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TeGTeSh6ho0/s400/fRD6wA417947-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ando estranha e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho mau feitio e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quero as coisas á minha maneira e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou curiosa e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de viajar e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho a mania que sei tudo e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de estar com os meus amigos e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou má e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de ter atenção e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de andar á chuva e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tiro fotografias que para mim fazem sentido mas para os outros não e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fico a olhar para o telemóvel na esperança de algo mais e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Choro facilmente e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Faço uma cara terrível quando estou irritada e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Digo asneiras e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou viciada em compras e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofro de preguicite aguda e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gosto de dormir até tarde, mas enervo-me quando acordo e vejo que perdi o dia e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofro de ansiedade e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tenho medo de muita coisa e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;De vez em quando oiço uma música assim um pouco pró lamechas e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sou ciumenta e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Só fui a dois casamentos até agora e depois??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sofro de mudanças de humor e depois??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E DEPOIS???&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5666339642740456087?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5666339642740456087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5666339642740456087' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5666339642740456087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5666339642740456087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/ando-estranha-e-depois-tenho-mau-feitio.html' title='( e depois?! )'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNnOF7oN9I/AAAAAAAAAQM/TeGTeSh6ho0/s72-c/fRD6wA417947-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-207756025414635176</id><published>2009-01-06T13:28:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:06:41.740Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou Farta!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNlaZ63mdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1TTQuuqLKLk/s1600-h/FARTA-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181891771898322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 331px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNlaZ63mdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1TTQuuqLKLk/s400/FARTA-1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA,ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA, ESTOU FARTA....estou farta de ti!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas principalmente farta da minha própria dormência, farta da minha impassividade!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-207756025414635176?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/207756025414635176/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=207756025414635176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/207756025414635176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/207756025414635176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/estou-farta.html' title='Estou Farta!'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNlaZ63mdI/AAAAAAAAAQE/1TTQuuqLKLk/s72-c/FARTA-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1531130385052294823</id><published>2009-01-06T11:04:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-01-06T14:04:23.325Z</updated><title type='text'>Boss AC - Alguém Me Ouviu (Feat. Mariza)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNk2iG7W2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wy6WUmWH2FY/s1600-h/Ice_Goddess_by_Sugargrl14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288181275494669154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNk2iG7W2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wy6WUmWH2FY/s400/Ice_Goddess_by_Sugargrl14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me resta nada, sinto não ter forças para lutar&lt;br /&gt;É como morrer de sede no meio do mar e afogar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me isolado com tanta gente à minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Vocês não ouvem o grito da minha revolta&lt;br /&gt;Choro a rir, isto é mais forte do que pensei&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro sou um mendigo que aparenta ser um rei&lt;br /&gt;Não sei do que fujo, a esperança pouca me resta&lt;br /&gt;É triste ser tão novo e já achar que a vida nãopresta&lt;br /&gt;As pernas tremem, o tempo passa, sinto cansaço&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra, ao espelho vejo o fracasso&lt;br /&gt;O dia amanhece, algo me diz para ter cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Vagueio sem destino nem sei se estou acordado&lt;br /&gt;O sorriso escasseia, hoje a tristeza é rainha&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se a alma existe mas sei que alguém feriu aminha&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há dia que não pergunte a Deus porque nasci&lt;br /&gt;Eu não pedi, alguém me diga o que faço aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se dependesse de mim teria ficado onde estava&lt;br /&gt;Onde não pensava, não existia e não chorava&lt;br /&gt;Prisioneiro de mim próprio, o meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes penso que passo tempo demais comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados, não vejo ninguém para me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Um ombro para me apoiar, um sorriso para me animar&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou eu? Para onde vou? De onde vim?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me diga porque me sinto assim&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a culpa é minha mas não sei bem porquê&lt;br /&gt;Sinto lágrimas nos meus olhos mas ninguém as vê&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto de mim, farto daquilo que sou, farto daquilo que penso&lt;br /&gt;Mostrem-me a saída deste abismo imenso&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se algum dia serei feliz&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto oiço uma voz dentro de mim que me diz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei se alguém me ouviu&lt;br /&gt;E não sei se quem me viu&lt;br /&gt;Sabe a dor que em mim carrego e a angústia que seesconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busquei&lt;br /&gt;Nas palavras o conforto&lt;br /&gt;Dancei no silêncio morto&lt;br /&gt;E o escuro revelou que em mim a Luz se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser forte e vou-me erguer&lt;br /&gt;E ter coragem de querer&lt;br /&gt;Não ceder, nem desistir eu prometo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1531130385052294823?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1531130385052294823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1531130385052294823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1531130385052294823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1531130385052294823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/no-me-resta-nada-sinto-no-ter-foras.html' title='Boss AC - Alguém Me Ouviu (Feat. Mariza)'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWNk2iG7W2I/AAAAAAAAAP8/wy6WUmWH2FY/s72-c/Ice_Goddess_by_Sugargrl14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5544214114235553070</id><published>2009-01-04T02:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T03:14:17.250Z</updated><title type='text'>♥ Amo-te...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWAn9_aBbcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xcp4c8eVQag/s1600-h/30735_1179151743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287269908479045058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 348px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWAn9_aBbcI/AAAAAAAAAP0/Xcp4c8eVQag/s400/30735_1179151743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com ternura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com doçura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque teu amor me acalma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e com muita emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque me dá vida ao coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com tesão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque me acende a paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;e me desperta atracção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com carinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque conheço teus caminhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque quero teu beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te com calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te por te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque também sabes me amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te porque és meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te porque és minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te, enfim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque é doce amar-te assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te ternamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te apaixonadamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;porque vivo por teu amor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;simplesmente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;Amo-te totalmente..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5544214114235553070?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5544214114235553070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5544214114235553070' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1737534356722470776</id><published>2009-01-04T02:15:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-01-04T02:18:29.649Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWAcYANLi1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/HcPeBlWrFbQ/s1600-h/tatuagemd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287257161230682962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 375px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SWAcYANLi1I/AAAAAAAAAPs/HcPeBlWrFbQ/s400/tatuagemd.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Por vezes pensamos ke os melhores momentos da nossa vida ainda tão pra vir, ke não são akeles ke vivemos no momento mas sim os ke podemos melhorar, para ainda serem muito melhores.Mas também ás vezes se não vivemos akeles bons momentos na altura podemos nunca mais os vir a viver. Por isso devemos aproveitar naquele momento pk senão noutra altura já pode ser tarde demais pra isso!!! E assim por muitas vezes os momentos ke me fizeram a maioria das vezes sorrir.. acabam de um dia para outro!!! Pode até ter levado dias, semanas , meses e até anos, termina assim de repente, deixando pra traz apenas várias recordações desses momentos tão especiais. Deixando um vazio dentro de mim ke só pode voltar a ser preenchido quando tudo for esquecido, mas quem ama nunca eskece!!!! o problema é esse!!! Essa pessoa até pode me ter feito a pior coisa da minha vida, e eu digo, pronto td o ke sofri até agora acabou e até me podem dizer ele foi um estúpido pra mim, não compreendeu coisas, e eu digo , já passou é passado acabou! armo-me em forte, em dura, á frente dos outros, enquanto lá por dentro o meu coração xora lágrimas de saudade. Poxo até estar com os meus amigos a rir, a brincar, não ter junto de mim a tal pessoa ke me fez sorrir, tentar entrar na onda deles pra eles não repararem ke estou a sofrer. Quantas vezes isso já aconteceu!! E no momento em ke me apanho em casa, apetece-me deitar td ka pra fora, e mesmo sem dar por isso, já me ta caindo uma e atraz de uma vem várias lágrimas!!!!!...e penso, mas estou a xorar pk??? e tento parar e não consigo, e quanto mais tento parar, mais lágrimas caiem!!! Penso em várias cenas tolas ke não devia andar a pensar!!! Pk se acabamos, cada um de nós tem o direito de seguir com a sua vida em frente e não fikar sempre agarrado ao passado! Mas só de imaginar a pessoa ke amo com outra, akela pessoa ke me disse tanta vez ke me adorava, ke eu era tudo pra ela, e de um momento pó outro me deixa!!! ='( custa muito!!!!E depois de muito pensar, pergunto-me.. será ke ele gostava mesmo de mim??? Será ke vale a pena lutar pela pessoa ke amo mesmo ke possa sair magoada no meio disto?!!!! ..se não tentar não saberei o ke pode acontecer!!!! Já ke tou a sofrer por não o ter aki junto a mim, se tentar de novo e ouvir a reposta NÃO?!!! ..ainda vou sofrer mais??? Será ke o melhor ke tenho a fazer é ver onde errei, e a partir daquele momento tentar mudar, mesmo ke a culpa não tenha sido toda minha???? Dps de já tentar resolver as coisas, e se nunca der certo o melhor ke tenho a fazer é viver o presente, dia a dia e eskecer o passado, embora dizendo da boka pra fora seja fácil, mas agora po lo em pratica é o pior. Sabendo ke foi essa pessoa em kem confiei, com kem desabafei, ke me dava atenção, amor, ke me fazia sorrir quando tava triste, ke foi com essa pessoa ke passei os melhores momentos da minha vida. Por isso nunca devemos fazer planos para o futuro, nem criar na nossa cabeça a ilusão ke vamos fikar com a pessoa certa para sempre, porque pode não sair assim como nós keriamos.. por isso kuando isso acontece, é seguir com a nossa vidinha em frente, e deixar pra traz os maus momentos da nossa vida..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1737534356722470776?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1737534356722470776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1737534356722470776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1737534356722470776'/><link 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type='text'>Oo Algum Dia oO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia saberás tanto de mim &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;que te surpreenderás, por não teres entendido nada.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás meu riso, minha dor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;minhas lágrimas e meu sonhar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás o porque de meu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;muitas vezes distante.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;do meu olhar meio nublado &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e ás vezes radiante.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás o gosto que me tinha o teu café.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás o meu toque em teus ombros, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O meu dedilhar em tuas mãos, o meu abraço apertado.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás o suor das minhas mãos.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;coração a palpitar, poros todos a arrepiar.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás tudo o que escrevi.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;o tudo que tu nem leste... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás tudo o que quis dizer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;mas teu olhar sem entender, fez-me calar... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás todos os abraços que te dei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;e teus braços nem sequer quiseram abraçar-me... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Algum dia entenderás, e espero que não seja tarde demais, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;para que eu possa dizer-te todos os meus porquês.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...que meu sorriso ainda não tenha perdido o brilho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...que minhas lágrimas não tenham secado de vez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;...e que meus sonhos ainda queiram sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3818978319243228947?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3818978319243228947/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3818978319243228947' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3818978319243228947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3818978319243228947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2009/01/oo-algum-dia-oo.html' 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Não kero ter razão.. kero ser FELIZ !    =(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5157141228642572514?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5157141228642572514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5157141228642572514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5157141228642572514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5157141228642572514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/s-vezes-preocupas-te-demais-para-no.html' title='Ás vezes preocupas-te demais para não falhares.. e ás vezes falhas pk keres...  Não kero ter razão.. kero ser FELIZ !    =('/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-447779401238468879</id><published>2008-12-31T11:33:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T11:44:44.774Z</updated><title type='text'>* Persegue Um Sonho *</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVtawfzsUcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HDAhiNsuEec/s1600-h/A_Vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285918376867942850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 387px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVtawfzsUcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HDAhiNsuEec/s400/A_Vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Persegue um sonho, mas não o deixes viver sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar pelas vontades, mas não enlouqueças por elas!&lt;br /&gt;Acelera os teus pensamentos, mas não permitas que eles te consumam!&lt;br /&gt;Procura os teus caminhos, mas não magoes ninguém nessa procura.&lt;br /&gt;Arrepende-te, volta atrás, pede perdão! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Não te acostumes com o que não te faz feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Revolta-te quando julgares necessário.&lt;br /&gt;Alaga o teu coração de esperanças, mas não deixes que ele se afogue nelas.&lt;br /&gt;Se achares que precisas voltar, volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;Se perceberes que precisas seguir, segue!&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo errado, começa de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Se estiver tudo certo, continua.&lt;br /&gt;Se sentires saudades, mata-as.&lt;br /&gt;Se perderes um amor, não te percas!&lt;br /&gt;Se o achares, segura-o!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fernando Pessoa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-447779401238468879?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/447779401238468879/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=447779401238468879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/447779401238468879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/447779401238468879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/persegue-um-sonho.html' title='* Persegue Um Sonho *'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVtawfzsUcI/AAAAAAAAAPk/HDAhiNsuEec/s72-c/A_Vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2344739266018288226</id><published>2008-12-30T04:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T04:08:43.835Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVmevntnHFI/AAAAAAAAAPc/H0vOTqu7wJU/s1600-h/0044.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285430178647317586" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 293px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 355px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVicrmi1iVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uPOsSYe_OQQ/s400/amasme.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ao telefone... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: Estou? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELA: Ola'... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: Quem e'? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELA: Sou eu, a felicidade iludida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: O que e' que tu queres? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELA: Dizer que te amo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: OUTRA VEZ? Eu ja' ouvi isso 15 vezes. Nao te cansas? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELA: Quem ama nao cansa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: Mas eu canso... Eu nao te amo! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELA: O que? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ELE: E' isso mesmo, eu iludo e por isso me chamo ilusao do amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste exacto momento uma lagrima corre na minha face...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Como podes dizer isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Dizendo que nao te amo. Nao devo nada a ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Nao deves nada?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: E' claro que nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Deves sim. O teu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Que amor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Tu fazes-me voar tao alto e agora dizes que nao me amas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Deves estar a ficar louca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E as lagrimas insistentemente nao paravam de cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Estou mesmo louca... acreditei em ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Tu sabias que era so' amizade, nao?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Claro que nao... Dizes-te tantas coisas... E ainda me deste um beijo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Um beijo? Aquilo nem foi beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Nao foi? Entao o que foi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Ok... Foi um beijo sem significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Ah e um beijo sem significado deixa de ser beijo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Quer dizer, eu nao significo nada para ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Significas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: O que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Uma grande conta de telefone no final do mes. Agora vou desligar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: NAO... Por favor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Porque?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Porque eu te amo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Qual o valor que o teu amor me vai dar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Eu quero coisas materiais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Eu vou ser tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Isso nao vale... Quanto e' que tu vales?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Porque esta pergunta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Se eu enjoar de ti posso-te empenhar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: O que e' que eu fiz para me tratares assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Amar-me! Agora vou desligar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: NAO, por favor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Queres parar com isto? TOU FARTO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Nao... por favor, nao desligues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Fala comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Por amor de Deus, diz que me amas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: OUVE... eu ja' estou farto de ti. Agora ve se me esqueces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Eu prefiro morrer do que te esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELE: Ai e'? Entao mata-te! (Ele desliga.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ELA: Nao... por favor... Nao me facas isto, eu amo-te.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;ALGUNS DIAS DEPOIS...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Do que morreu esta rapariga? - Perguntam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- De intoxicacao. - Responde a enfermeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Coitada... ela tinha algum problema? - Perguntam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, sofria de amor... - Responde a enfermeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;E entao, no dia do funeral o rapaz de que a rapariga gostava apareceu no local prestando a sua ultima homenagem e lancou uma rosa vermelha e disse baixinho:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Amo-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ela la' de cima a ver tudo, respondeu bem alto:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tarde demais!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-3112571463051569323?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/3112571463051569323/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=3112571463051569323' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3112571463051569323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/3112571463051569323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/ao-telefone.html' title='Porquê?!'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVicrmi1iVI/AAAAAAAAAPM/uPOsSYe_OQQ/s72-c/amasme.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4960943328266999585</id><published>2008-12-28T20:11:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T20:16:14.618Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVfd7mKHo4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/aqHDS_vmJ3w/s1600-h/Smile_by_Wings_Of_A_Messiah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284936703667577730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVfd7mKHo4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/aqHDS_vmJ3w/s400/Smile_by_Wings_Of_A_Messiah.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#cc9933;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem resposta... Fiquei sem resposta... Parece que não sou a pessoa que penso que sou... Tudo está ao contrario, tudo me põe confusa, perdida, sem resposta...Perguntas correm-me pela mente... Amas? Sabes sequer o significado da palavra amor? Não serei uma infeliz que não ama, nem sabe amar? Será? Será que o amor vem em pacotinhos que se consomem, para deitar fora depois de gasto, como se nada se tivesse passado? Vejo toda a gente a usa-lo assim, mas eu não consigo... Então será amor? Se não se vê, não se consome, não se gasta, não se esquece... Principalmente, não se esquece... Não vem em pacotinhos, vem em pessoas... Pessoas essas, que não se esquecem... Nesse caso, será que o que sinto não é aquilo a que os humanos chamam amor? Por vezes penso que nem humana sou, que sou apenas uma alma num corpo que não me pertence... Apenas uma alma, abandonada num esquecimento qualquer... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4960943328266999585?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4960943328266999585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4960943328266999585' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4960943328266999585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4960943328266999585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/sem-resposta.html' title='Amor...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVfd7mKHo4I/AAAAAAAAAPE/aqHDS_vmJ3w/s72-c/Smile_by_Wings_Of_A_Messiah.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4665518927399061653</id><published>2008-12-28T18:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:55:45.876Z</updated><title type='text'>Não trates como prioridade quem te trata como opção...  ;)</title><content type='html'>As pessoas tem mania de fazer muito por quem não está nem aí. Dar atenção especial e dedicar horas do seu dia para pessoas que não se importam *muuuuuito* com isso. Aquela coisa de valor sabes? Quando não se dá valor não tem muito o que fazer. Como diriam sábios: É um caso perdido.Infelizmente, muitas destas pessoas só percebem que toda esta atenção dada era altamente dispensada, na base da PORRADA. Mas como toda pessoa optimista, eu prefiro acreditar que estas pessoas estão certas, mesmo tendo que levar a tal porrada no final para “se ligarem”. Se estamos com vontade de tratar uma pessoa como prioridade nas nossas vidas e fazer tudo por elas, dedicar nosso tempo inteiro a elas, se achamos que a pessoa é tão especial que merece todo este nosso tratamento VIP e único para somente esta pessoa e ninguém mais, devemos sim fazer isso. Se a pessoa não souber dar valor, ficar testando, desconfiando, o problema será nosso? Não. O problema será da pessoa que estará perdendo o seu tratamento.  Às vezes demora, ás vezes faz ficarmos chateados, mas a melhor coisa que pode acontecer é mais CEDO ou mais TARDE percebermos que merecemos ser prioridade também, da mesma forma que estamos tratando a outra pessoa. Com prioridade!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Mas infelizmente no que se refere ao relacionamento entre duas pessoas, não podemos controlar todas as variáveis, as limitantes e os resultados. Até porque os resultados envolvem diferentes percepções, desejos e níveis de comprometimento. Tudo é na verdade uma equação. Uma pista de mão única, onde as pessoas devem caminhar juntas, na mesma porcentagem. Deu A, recebe A, deu B, recebe B. Gosto de pessoas sinceras, que jogam aberto, que dizem: OLHA É ASSIM, ou explicam a situação, sem medo, sem querer ser político. É mais fácil, por mais que DOA (e sempre dói) pelo menos as pessoas ficam sabendo o que se passa e se quiserem continuar no barquinho não poderão reclamar depois. Sem contar com a amizade que não ficará abalada. Embora por vezes falhem, mas também, ninguem é perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;Aprendam: Querer fazer a vida de alguém especial, feliz e completa não necessariamente quer dizer que esta pessoa faça isso por nós também. Há momentos nos quais nós devemos olhar bem para aquela pessoa que nos está tratando apenas como uma opção, uma alternativa temporária, e deixar de ter a vida dela como nossa prioridade. Algumas vezes, ser a pessoa ideal não é o bastante. Especialmente, quando o outro lado da moeda tem uma lista de prioridades enorme, e nós aparecemos num ingrato 256° lugar. Dê todas as chances que puder. Mas, quando não houver mais o que fazer, não faça. Pare de tentar. Nós saberemos quando a hora chegou. Nós saberemos quando já tentamos tudo. E, quando chegar este momento, olhamos ao redor. Se alguém não nos trata como prioridade, há quem trate. Pertinho de nós. É só olhar com o coração. Merecemos ser prioridade de alguém. Merecemos ser o rei, ou a rainha, e não o vassalo, ou vassala. O amor é um jogo de “iguais de coração”.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4665518927399061653?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4665518927399061653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4665518927399061653' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4665518927399061653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4665518927399061653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/no-trates-como-prioridade-quem-te-trata.html' title='Não trates como prioridade quem te trata como opção...  ;)'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1945333501072737836</id><published>2008-12-26T06:10:00.008Z</published><updated>2008-12-26T06:25:54.711Z</updated><title type='text'>*!!  Amo-te  !!*</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVR2L40PBhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KfN53KDGjTc/s1600-h/amo-te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283978209414546962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 352px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVR2L40PBhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KfN53KDGjTc/s400/amo-te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te, sem reflectir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;inconscientemente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irresponsavelmente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;espontaneamente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;involuntariamente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por instinto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;por impulso, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;irracionalmente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;de facto não tenho argumentos lógicos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;nem sequer improvisados,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; para fundamentar este amor que sinto por ti, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que surgiu misteriosamente do nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;que não resolveu magicamente nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;e que milagrosamente,&lt;br /&gt;pouco a pouco, com pouco e nada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;melhorou o pior de mim! (embora isso tu não saibas) .&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te com um corpo que não pensa, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com um coração que não raciocina, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;com uma cabeça que não coordena, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;amo-te incompreensivelmente, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;sem me perguntar, porque te amo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem me importar, porque te amo? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sem me questionar porque te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te simplesmente porque te amo…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;...eu mesma não sei porque te amo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te silenciosamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te gritantemente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te violentamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te rebeldemente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te sedentamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te esfomeadamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te raivosamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te carinhosamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te brutalmente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te disfarçadamente&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;Não te Amo&lt;br /&gt;Sou louca por ti!!!&lt;br /&gt;Só tu existes para mim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVR4QbCJlzI/AAAAAAAAAO8/vZ_INm4V3TE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1945333501072737836?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1945333501072737836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1945333501072737836' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1945333501072737836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1945333501072737836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/amo-te-sem-reflectir-inconscientemente.html' title='*!!  Amo-te  !!*'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVR2L40PBhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/KfN53KDGjTc/s72-c/amo-te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2355722702689160477</id><published>2008-12-23T14:59:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-23T15:05:07.029Z</updated><title type='text'>Perguntaste-me "O que queres no Natal?"   Eu respondo: "Quero-te a TI" :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVD-Fkj_j7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/S6abXrf7ZSg/s1600-h/natallllllll.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283001734573035442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 371px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVD-Fkj_j7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/S6abXrf7ZSg/s400/natallllllll.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desejo a todos os que passam por aqui intencional ou acidentalmente um FELIZ NATAL de 2008!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixo uma beijoca e votos de muita Felicidade! :)&lt;br /&gt;Até breve!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2355722702689160477?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2355722702689160477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2355722702689160477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2355722702689160477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2355722702689160477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/perguntaste-me-o-que-queres-no-natal-eu.html' title='Perguntaste-me &quot;O que queres no Natal?&quot;   Eu respondo: &quot;Quero-te a TI&quot; :D'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SVD-Fkj_j7I/AAAAAAAAAOk/S6abXrf7ZSg/s72-c/natallllllll.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-5263064683391631903</id><published>2008-12-20T07:03:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:10:56.764Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyZ9JwS_aI/AAAAAAAAANk/B0N7EN4GLcQ/s1600-h/750013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281765738868309410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyZ9JwS_aI/AAAAAAAAANk/B0N7EN4GLcQ/s400/750013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyZmWQ2eOI/AAAAAAAAANc/xmek559Bhjc/s1600-h/750013.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando sentires saudades de mim ao lembrares de momentos que foram só nossos... Não chores!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando chorares ao ouvir a nossa musica... Não te arrependas!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando te arrependeres por não escutares o que eu tinha para te dizer... Não imagines! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando imaginares nós dois novamente juntos... Não acredites!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando acreditares que o meu amor era tão grande quanto o descrevi... Não voltes....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois eu não saberia perder-te novamente!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vou ter saudades de recordar os momentos, em que sorriamos juntos, em que brincavamos juntos, em que tudo era um sonho.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho pena que isso tenha acabado, porque são momentos que eu nunca irei esquecer, fica uma dor enorme, lagrimas . . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Será que tenho forcas para superar? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Espero que sim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-5263064683391631903?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/5263064683391631903/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=5263064683391631903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5263064683391631903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/5263064683391631903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/quando-sentires-saudades-de-mim-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyZ9JwS_aI/AAAAAAAAANk/B0N7EN4GLcQ/s72-c/750013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-153051076295704809</id><published>2008-12-18T20:09:00.005Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:22:47.611Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUydQaO_17I/AAAAAAAAAOM/iZWa2qZoTGg/s1600-h/ghb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281769368244443058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUydQaO_17I/AAAAAAAAAOM/iZWa2qZoTGg/s400/ghb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Se não tentasses tanto fazer coisas para não me magoar, magoavas-me menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-153051076295704809?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/153051076295704809/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=153051076295704809' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/153051076295704809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/153051076295704809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/se-no-tentasses-tanto-fazer-coisas-para.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUydQaO_17I/AAAAAAAAAOM/iZWa2qZoTGg/s72-c/ghb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6272513689773061496</id><published>2008-12-14T00:51:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:27:04.697Z</updated><title type='text'>Quando a saudade aperta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyeRR0tyvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gr1AJtPM47A/s1600-h/lotss.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281770482678221554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 365px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyeRR0tyvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gr1AJtPM47A/s400/lotss.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyeCddamAI/AAAAAAAAAOU/e7CiRaW-7-w/s1600-h/lots.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vendem a alma ao diabo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas "quando a saudade aperta"&lt;br /&gt;Voltam para trás a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;A pedir uma porta aberta...&lt;br /&gt;Mas o tempo não volta atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecem-se,&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;como qualquer coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Perdem-se.&lt;br /&gt;Comigo é totalmente diferente&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém o pode negar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou sem dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Um caso à parte&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é só&lt;br /&gt;Quando a saudade aperta&lt;br /&gt;Que "eu sinto amor" !!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6272513689773061496?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6272513689773061496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6272513689773061496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6272513689773061496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6272513689773061496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/vendem-alma-ao-diabo.html' title='Quando a saudade aperta...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyeRR0tyvI/AAAAAAAAAOc/Gr1AJtPM47A/s72-c/lotss.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-425307277172488201</id><published>2008-12-12T20:58:00.007Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:08:33.690Z</updated><title type='text'>ESPERO QUE ESTE DIA NÃO SEJA TARDE DEMAIS E TU NÃO TE ARREPENDAS....</title><content type='html'>TALVEZ AMANHÃ QUANDO TU SONHARES EM ME QUERERES, EU JÁ TENHA ENCONTRADO ALGUÉM QUE ME QUEIRA.TALVEZ QUANDO TU PRECISARES DE MIM, EU JÁ TENHA DESISTIDO DE TE AJUDAR. QUEM SABE QUANDO LEMBRARES QUE EU EXISTO, EU JÁ TENHA DESAPARECIDO DO TEU ALCANCE. SE POR ACASO UM DIA TU QUISERES AMAR-ME, TALVEZ NESSE DIA MEU AMOR NÃO EXISTA MAIS. QUANDO TEUS OLHOS SENTIREM FALTA DE UMA LUZ E TU QUIZERES VER-ME, TALVEZ EU JÁ TENHA IDO Á PROCURA DE ALGUÉM QUE ME QUEIRA TANTO QUANTO EU TE QUIZ. MAS MESMO ASSIM VAI SER BOM VER-TE QUANDO CAIRES EM TI E VIRES QUE ME TIVESTE AO TEU ALCANCE E NÃO QUIZESTE AMAR-ME. SE POR OBRA DO DESTINO EU PASSAR COM OUTRO Á TUA FRENTE, FICA SABENDO QUE FOI ESSE OUTRO QUE ME SEGUROU NA HORA DA QUEDA. SE ALGUM DIA SENTIRES QUE ESTÁS SOFRENDO POR UM AMOR NÃO CORRESPONDIDO,CONSOLA-TE, POIS UM DIA EU TAMBÉM SOFRI POR UM AMOR, O TEU. QUANDO DESCOBRIRES QUE ESTÁS AMANDO ALGUÉM, NÃO SORRIAS, POIS NESSE DIA DESCOBRIRÁS O QUANTO É MAU NÃO SER AMADO. E HOJE CHORO, NÃO PELO TUDO QUE TU ÉS PRA MIM, MAS PELO NADA QUE FUI PARA TI. E SE DEPOIS DE TUDO O QUE ESCREVI TU CONTINUARES SEM ENTENDER O QUANTO SOFRO, ENTÃO ESQUEÇE TUDO O LESTE E ENQUADRA-TE NESTAS PALAVRAS."PERDESTE-ME".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-425307277172488201?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/425307277172488201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=425307277172488201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/425307277172488201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/425307277172488201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/talvez-amanh-quando-tu-sonhares-em-me.html' title='ESPERO QUE ESTE DIA NÃO SEJA TARDE DEMAIS E TU NÃO TE ARREPENDAS....'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6610869161247898059</id><published>2008-12-10T06:45:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:17:06.543Z</updated><title type='text'>**Saudades**</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyb7ONa6KI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SdHY-dA-9-o/s1600-h/GetAttachment.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281767904727722146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyb7ONa6KI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SdHY-dA-9-o/s400/GetAttachment.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir saudades...&lt;br /&gt;É reviver emoções, e no mesmo instante, do nada deixar com que&lt;br /&gt;as lágrimas tomem conta dos seus olhos...Sentir saudades é...&lt;br /&gt;Manter viva a memoria, a imagem de quem se perdeu, na esperança&lt;br /&gt;de que um dia voltará...Sentir saudades é...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir falta dos risos, dos olhares, das discussões, das reconciliações, dos beijos, dos abraços...Sentir saudades é...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir-se só, é tentar contar as estrelas e perceber que seria bem mais&lt;br /&gt;fácil se ele estivesse ali...&lt;br /&gt;É uma ferida sem cicatriz...Uma árvore já cortada, porém, ainda com raizes.&lt;br /&gt;Saudades é chorar, é rir, é ter uma enorme vontade de voltar atraz e&lt;br /&gt;começar tudo de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir saudades é sentir falta de si mesmo. Falta dos dias ensolarados&lt;br /&gt;e das noites quentes de verão, e perceber que agora as noites são vazias&lt;br /&gt;e os dias frios... Enfim, sentir saudades é olhar no espelho e ver&lt;br /&gt;resplandecer em na retina a única imagem de um triste Adeus!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6610869161247898059?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6610869161247898059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6610869161247898059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6610869161247898059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6610869161247898059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/saudades.html' title='**Saudades**'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyb7ONa6KI/AAAAAAAAAN0/SdHY-dA-9-o/s72-c/GetAttachment.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2545991811529333891</id><published>2008-12-10T06:40:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:18:42.684Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUycPU5zuVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bp7uaXZ-s8g/s1600-h/jkmhn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281768250121894226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 329px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 260px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUycPU5zuVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bp7uaXZ-s8g/s400/jkmhn.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sinto-me pequenina! À 1 ano atrás a minha vida era tão diferente, tão mais fácil. Agora, vejo tudo o que deixei, tudo o que ainda me falta construir e tenho a impressão que o tempo de uma vida não chega para tudo. De qualquer maneira, daqui a 5 minutos tudo pode ser diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Dou comigo ansiosa para que a vida dê mais uma volta, mas volto ao mesmo medo que tantas vezes me afronta. Porquê que de repente somos apanhados de surpresa? Devíamos receber um telefonema, um email, uma SMS, uma treta qualquer antes de haver um acontecimento tão importante que nos muda a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de poder controlar a minha vida para não levar com certa porcarias e ficar de boca aberta, incrédula.&lt;br /&gt;Não me venham com tretas, que depende de nós, porque há tantas merdas que não podemos controlar. Claro que existem outras que dependem das nossas escolhas. Só depende daquilo com que nos contentamos.&lt;br /&gt;Penso que com 24 anos ainda hei-de levar tantas, mas ainda mais? Ainda não fui surpreendida o suficiente?&lt;br /&gt;E para essas mentes brilhantes que pensam que controlam tudo: será que não há muito mais para ver do que um palmo à frente dos vossos olhos?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2545991811529333891?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2545991811529333891/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2545991811529333891' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2545991811529333891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2545991811529333891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/hoje.html' title='Hoje'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUycPU5zuVI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bp7uaXZ-s8g/s72-c/jkmhn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-588899333464905748</id><published>2008-12-07T22:19:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-20T07:21:29.511Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyc9EfA3fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lB_rkBm43xw/s1600-h/2790143651_24089c7a7d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281769035988524530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 326px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyc9EfA3fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lB_rkBm43xw/s400/2790143651_24089c7a7d.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;** &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://by-nayara.blogspot.com/2008/02/o-amor-e-loucura.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;O Amor e a Loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt; **&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tempos atrás viviam duas crianças, um menino e uma menina, que tinham entre quatro e cinco anos de idade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O menino chamava-se &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; e a menina, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; sempre foi uma criança calma, doce e compreensiva. Já a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;, era muito emotiva, pacional e impulsiva, entretanto, apesar de todas as diferenças, as crianças cresciam juntas, inseparáveis: brincando, brigando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Houve um dia, porém, em que o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; não estava muito bem, e acabou cedendo ás provocações de &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;, com a qual teve uma discussão muito feia. Ela não deixava nada barato; estava furiosa como nunca com o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;, e começou a agredí-lo, não só verbalmente, como de costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A menina estava tão descontrolada que agrediu o garoto fisicamente e, antes que pudesse perceber, arrancou os olhos do &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;, sem saber o que fazer, chorando, foi contar a sua mãe, a deusa Afrodite, o que havia ocorrido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inconsolada, Afrodite implorou a Zeus que ajudasse seu filho e que castigasse &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeus, por sua vez, ordenou que chamassem a garota para uma séria conversa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ser interrogada a menina respondeu, como se estivesse com a razão, que o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; havia lhe aborrecido e foi merecido tudo o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora soubesse que não fora justa com seu amigo, a menina - que nunca soube se desculpar - concluiu dizendo: que a culpa havia sido do &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;, e que não estava nem um pouco arrependida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeus, perplexo com a aparente frieza daquela criança, disse que nada poderia fazer para devolver a visão ao &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;, mas ordenou que &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt; estaria condenada a guiá-lo por toda a eternidade, estando sempre junto ao &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; em cada passo que este desse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E até hoje eles caminham juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; esteja, com ele estará &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;, quase que fundidos numa só essência, tão unidos que por vezes não se consegue definir onde termina o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; e onde começa a &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É também por isso que se costuma dizer que o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; é cego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A verdade é que o &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt; tem os olhos da &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOUCURA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem lógica . . . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-588899333464905748?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/588899333464905748/comments/default' 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url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SUyc9EfA3fI/AAAAAAAAAOE/lB_rkBm43xw/s72-c/2790143651_24089c7a7d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1243283134001897987</id><published>2008-12-07T21:59:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T06:11:31.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>''Tu...&lt;br /&gt;com tuas palavras frias&lt;br /&gt;partiste meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu olhar vago&lt;br /&gt;destruíste a minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;Foste aquele para quem eu olhei&lt;br /&gt;om os olhos a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;soubeste fazer-me sorrir&lt;br /&gt;para depois fazer-me chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Podias ter sido o único,&lt;br /&gt;mas preferiste misturar-te na multidão,&lt;br /&gt;podias ter tido um lugar no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;mas acabaste por ser uma desilusão...&lt;br /&gt;Estou de luto...&lt;br /&gt;Por um amor que morreu...&lt;br /&gt;E por uma amizade...&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais será igual...''&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1243283134001897987?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1243283134001897987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1243283134001897987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1243283134001897987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1243283134001897987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu.html' 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/&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;''Já escondi um amor por medo de perdê-lo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já perdi um amor por escondê-lo..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já segurei nas mãos de alguém por estar com medo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já tive tanto medo, ao ponto de nem sentir minhas mãos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já expulsei pessoas que amava da minha vida,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e já me arrependi por isso...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já passei noites a chorar até pegar no sono,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já fui dormir tão feliz, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao ponto de nem conseguir fechar os olhos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já acreditei em amores perfeitos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já descobri que eles não existem...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já amei pessoas que me decepicionaram,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já decepicionei pessoas que me amaram...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já passei horas na frente do espelho tentando descobrir quem eu sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já tive tanta certeza de mim, ao ponto de querer sumir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já menti e me arrependi depois,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já falei a verdade e também me arrependi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já fingi não dar importancia a pessoas que amava,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para mais tarde chorar quieta no meu canto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já sorri chorando lágrimas de tristeza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já chorei de tanto rir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já acreditei em pessoas que não valiam a pena,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já deixei de acreditar nas que realmente valiam...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já tive crises de riso quando não podia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já senti muita falta de alguém,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas nunca lhe disse...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já gritei quando deveria calar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já calei quando deveria gritar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muitas vezes deixei de falar o que penso para agradar uns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;outras vezes falei o que não pensava para magoar outros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já fingir ser o que não sou para agradar uns,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já fingi ser o que não sou para desagradar outros...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já contei piadas e mais piadas sem graça,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas para ver um amigo mais feliz....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já inventei histórias de final feliz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;para dar esperança a quem precisava...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já sonhei demais, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao ponto de confundir com a realidade...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já tive medo do escuro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;hoje no escuro me acho... me agacho... fico ali...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já caí inúmeras vezes achando que não ia me reerguer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;já me reergui inúmeras vezes achando que não cairia mais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já liguei para quem não queria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;apenas para não ligar para quem realmente queria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já corri atrás de um carro, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;por levar alguém que eu amava embora...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já chamei pela minha mãe no meio da noite fugindo de um pesadelo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas ela não apareceu e foi um pesadelo maior ainda...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Já chamei pessoas próximas de ''amigo'';&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e descobri que não eram; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;algumas pessoas que nunca precisei chamar de nada e sempre foram e serão especiais para mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me dêem fórmulas certas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque eu não quero acertar sempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me mostres o que esperas de mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque vou seguir meu coração!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me façam ser o que não sou,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não me convidem a ser igual,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque sinceramente, sou diferente!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sei amar pela metade,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei viver de mentiras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não sei voar com os pés no chão...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou sempre eu mesma,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas com certeza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não serei a mesma para sempre...''&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1727329762993953513?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1727329762993953513/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1727329762993953513' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1727329762993953513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1727329762993953513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/j-escondi-um-amor-por-medo-de-perd-lo-j.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STxGxx5tLVI/AAAAAAAAAME/lLrk35GrWig/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2596136299863844139</id><published>2008-12-01T17:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T17:13:55.273Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STQbMd-jrbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/moSoV63vt3w/s1600-h/belive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274870964577086898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 207px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 255px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STQbMd-jrbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/moSoV63vt3w/s400/belive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STQbATdVo1I/AAAAAAAAAL0/MniP5RWo5iE/s1600-h/coracao.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#66cccc;"&gt;Era tão mais fácil... ... se às vezes não pensássemos, não sentíssemos, não desejássemos, não ansiássemos, não desesperássemos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;... sermos como máquinas, com um simples botão que nos liga ou desliga conforme quisermos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2596136299863844139?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2596136299863844139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2596136299863844139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2596136299863844139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2596136299863844139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/12/era-to-mais-fcil.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STQbMd-jrbI/AAAAAAAAAL8/moSoV63vt3w/s72-c/belive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1349331682335728982</id><published>2008-11-29T03:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-30T20:14:38.480Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9k8oi_LI/AAAAAAAAALk/DoWAuSI8p7E/s1600-h/Genesis.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923606099983538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9k8oi_LI/AAAAAAAAALk/DoWAuSI8p7E/s400/Genesis.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Kando konsegues o k keres, será k ainda keres o k konseguiste?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1349331682335728982?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1349331682335728982/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1349331682335728982' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1349331682335728982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/1349331682335728982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/kando-consegues-o-k-keres-ainda-keres-o.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9k8oi_LI/AAAAAAAAALk/DoWAuSI8p7E/s72-c/Genesis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2084801376910193583</id><published>2008-11-29T03:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T03:56:22.980Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9Yzu7L6I/AAAAAAAAALc/dRqzR0La_ow/s1600-h/cuidado.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273923397552385954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 224px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9Yzu7L6I/AAAAAAAAALc/dRqzR0La_ow/s400/cuidado.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC84hjUglI/AAAAAAAAALU/GmsyaPVsnlY/s1600-h/cuidado.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC8nN2TrcI/AAAAAAAAALM/NXkPlExjgn8/s1600-h/cuidado.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2084801376910193583?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2084801376910193583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2084801376910193583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2084801376910193583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2084801376910193583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STC9Yzu7L6I/AAAAAAAAALc/dRqzR0La_ow/s72-c/cuidado.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-6392380599419072507</id><published>2008-11-29T00:46:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-29T00:53:33.358Z</updated><title type='text'>Hoje sinto o meu coraçaozinho assim..apertadinho... ='(</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STCSOyFCBSI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJjDpvUVYoU/s1600-h/0037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273875946309551394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 271px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STCSOyFCBSI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJjDpvUVYoU/s400/0037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Há alturas na vida em que temos k tomar decisoes...pois para mim esta é uma delas..é uma nao das mais dificeis mas das mais complicadas....Neste momento sinto-me revoltada comigo mesma..tenho os sentimentos numa confusao k só visto ou melhor sentindo...Apetece-me mandar tudo pelos ares...dizer as verdades sejam elas crueis ou nao!!Sinto-me mesmo mal..tanto me apetece chorar como gritar..Sorrir só mesmo forçando..porque a tristeza ve-se no meu olhar..perdido...e no meu pensamento k anda por ai..a divagar...Nao pareco eu..desatino..nada me serve..tanto me apetece fazer algo como de repente já só me apetece enfiar na cama e eskecer o mundo..mas o mundo e os pensamentos ficam comigo e sao sempre os mesmos...Nao sei o k pensar..nao sei o k dizertenho saudades tuas..como te tenho raiva e neste momento é raiva k sinto.....mas nao me arrependo de nada k passei contigo.Se gosto de ti?? Sim gosto..aceito-te como és...nao tenho vergonha de o admitir..nao sou assim tao fria k ao fim deste tempo todo nao sinto nada por ti..entao era de pedra...pois é..mas se gosto ou nao..o problema é meu..e apenas a mim diz respeito...nem a ti te diz respeito saber o k eu sinto ou nao..se a esta altura nao sabes o k significas para mim..entao nao me conheces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-6392380599419072507?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/6392380599419072507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=6392380599419072507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6392380599419072507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/6392380599419072507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/hoje-sinto-o-meu-coraaozinho_29.html' title='Hoje sinto o meu coraçaozinho assim..apertadinho... =&apos;('/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STCSOyFCBSI/AAAAAAAAALE/NJjDpvUVYoU/s72-c/0037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4875527051554646235</id><published>2008-11-28T18:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:28:58.432Z</updated><title type='text'>Há Dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA4URW2g3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lmUCSLuYEVQ/s1600-h/why_so_alone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273777084558639986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA4URW2g3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lmUCSLuYEVQ/s400/why_so_alone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#99ffff;"&gt;Há dias em que me fazes bem. Há dias que não.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em só quero viajar contigo. Há dias em que só quero fugir de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que me apetece abraçar-te. Há dias em que nem quero olhar para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que vou passar contigo a vida inteira. Há dias em que não vou estar contigo nem mais um segundo.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que gosto muito de ti. Há dias em que não gosto nada.&lt;br /&gt;Há dias em que me enches a alma e há dias em que me deixas o coração vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4875527051554646235?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4875527051554646235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4875527051554646235' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4875527051554646235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4875527051554646235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/h-dias.html' title='Há Dias'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA4URW2g3I/AAAAAAAAAK8/lmUCSLuYEVQ/s72-c/why_so_alone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-4103050014773249896</id><published>2008-11-28T18:20:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-28T18:23:08.717Z</updated><title type='text'>Estou a fugir...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA2-62BKZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zh6fAV8qE_0/s1600-h/lalala.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273775618226465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA2-62BKZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zh6fAV8qE_0/s400/lalala.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fugir ou não fugir... o meu dilema. Não quero fugir mais mas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-4103050014773249896?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/4103050014773249896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=4103050014773249896' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4103050014773249896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/4103050014773249896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/estou-fugir.html' title='Estou a fugir...'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/STA2-62BKZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/zh6fAV8qE_0/s72-c/lalala.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-2751339583538984125</id><published>2008-11-23T13:12:00.006Z</published><updated>2008-11-24T01:41:30.032Z</updated><title type='text'>! Volta Pra Mim !   (musica de Gutto)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSlXPebHP1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/1SwLr2Uf3Dk/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271840762190315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 378px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSlXPebHP1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/1SwLr2Uf3Dk/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;Tenho saudades dos nossos velhos tempos&lt;br /&gt;quero tocar-te fazer tudo ao relento&lt;br /&gt;desde o momento em que tu foste da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;não páro de pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;não foi nada fácil chegar onde chegamos&lt;br /&gt;por fogos e mares tu sabes que passamos, apronfudamos,&lt;br /&gt;nós nos amamos e agora é mt tarde para mudar o que qriamos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#339999;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim, diz-me que sim,&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;diz-me porque (diz-me porque)&lt;br /&gt;pra onde foste?&lt;br /&gt;que não te vejo aqui?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia sem te ver aqui&lt;br /&gt;quantas vezes já liguei pra ti&lt;br /&gt;tu finges que não ouves a tocar&lt;br /&gt;porque sabes que vou implurar &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;só te peço que me ouças e me deixes explicar&lt;br /&gt;diz-me o que tenho que fazer&lt;br /&gt;juro que não volta a aconteçer&lt;br /&gt;agora sei bem o mal que te fiz&lt;br /&gt;eu sei que errei e que foste infeliz&lt;br /&gt;eu faço qualquer coisa para te ver sorrir &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim, diz-me que sim,&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;diz-me porque (diz-me porque)&lt;br /&gt;pra onde foste?&lt;br /&gt;que não te vejo aqui?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as minhas saudades são demais&lt;br /&gt;já não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;pois tudo o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;é te ter&lt;br /&gt;ficar lado a lado nas horas de lazer&lt;br /&gt;eu e tu nos enchemos de prazer&lt;br /&gt;cartas já não servem&lt;br /&gt;estou farto de escrever&lt;br /&gt;pois tudo o que eu kero mm é te ver&lt;br /&gt;foste a forma de relax&lt;br /&gt;num dia de frustação&lt;br /&gt;o extase de uma grande paixão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim, diz-me que sim,&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;diz-me porque (diz-me porque)&lt;br /&gt;pra onde foste?&lt;br /&gt;que não te vejo aqui?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;diz porque aonde está o teu carinho o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;a falta que me faz&lt;br /&gt;e quando eu penso nos momentos que já perdi&lt;br /&gt;não te compreendi&lt;br /&gt;eu já me arrependi&lt;br /&gt;e agora eu perxebo&lt;br /&gt;que não te apreciava&lt;br /&gt;e não te dava tudo akilo que mereçias &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta pra mim, diz-me que sim,&lt;br /&gt;não posso mais viver sem ti&lt;br /&gt;diz-me porque (diz-me porque)&lt;br /&gt;pra onde foste?&lt;br /&gt;que não te vejo aqui?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-2751339583538984125?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/2751339583538984125/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=2751339583538984125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2751339583538984125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/2751339583538984125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/volta-pra-mim.html' title='! Volta Pra Mim !   (musica de Gutto)'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSlXPebHP1I/AAAAAAAAAKc/1SwLr2Uf3Dk/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-1846725818425178666</id><published>2008-11-22T01:56:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-22T02:13:27.066Z</updated><title type='text'>Força...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSdqPPjjE1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/93Hzt6TPT5w/s1600-h/0029.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271298698966668114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSdqPPjjE1I/AAAAAAAAAKU/93Hzt6TPT5w/s400/0029.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSdpk22HN4I/AAAAAAAAAKM/UEOmY6XF3Co/s1600-h/Lutar.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensamos por vezes que queremos muito uma coisa e para isso fazemos muita força. Por um lado acho que é esse o caminho, a luta pelo que acreditamos, pelas nossas convicções, aquelas que alguns mudam ou ajustam para chegar à felicidade, ou aquelas que há quem não abdique e as prefira à própria felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;Não estarão completamente interligadas? Não estarão as convicções na base da felicidade? Se essas convicções não me trazem felicidade porque não as repenso? porque não as ajusto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que parece falta de personalidade a flexibilidade? Ou precisamente o contrário?Entendo uma coisa, que as nossas convicções nos balizam a vida, e a tornam mais confortável e segura, porque quando nos questionamos perdemos um pouco o pé, deixamos de ter algumas das guias que nos orientam, e isso assusta, dá medo. Mas quando as questões me surgem, e a felicidade me escapa, não consigo deixar de querer resolver a origem disso,que lá está... podem ser as ditas convicções, se calhar as que subscrevi até ali já não me servem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta de personalidade, reeitero? Não. Capacidade de adaptação ao que é novo. Ou em termos médicos cicatrização.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que mais? Pensar menos é viver mais, só assim se sente mais, só assim (em resposta a uma partilha de hoje) o amor pode surgir... sem planos, sem força, sem pressa, sem pressão, sem previsões. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E amar demais não tem de ser assustador... para além de que só tem mais uma letra que mar. eh eh eh&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-1846725818425178666?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/1846725818425178666/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=1846725818425178666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-8723974581707542764</id><published>2008-11-18T23:26:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-18T23:30:19.503Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSNP3zq58JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fnu3b61ZUXE/s1600-h/concavo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270143809135177874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 307px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSNP3zq58JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fnu3b61ZUXE/s400/concavo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero o teu beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero o teu toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero o teu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero o teu desejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero tocar-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero enlouquecer-te&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero ser tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero-te agora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero-te inteiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero-te só meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sou tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entra em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;rasga o meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nesta noite sem fim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;és meu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em ti acendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;o fogo do desejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;num só momento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;somos, tu e eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;corpos em chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;perdidos no tempo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço no teu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;envolta nos teus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço num ritmo lento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que tão bem sabes acompanhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço nos teus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;brilhantes de prazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço na tua boca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;gulosa do meu beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço no teu sexo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a um ritmo alucinante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;danço até cair&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;exausta de prazer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;quero.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-8723974581707542764?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/8723974581707542764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=8723974581707542764' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8723974581707542764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/8723974581707542764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/quero-o-teu-beijo-quero-o-teu-toque.html' title='Quero'/><author><name>DarkSpell</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05801128563770294526</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SuSMzOoajcI/AAAAAAAAAW0/8hn-Ijfva7Y/S220/Darkside_of_me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SSNP3zq58JI/AAAAAAAAAKE/fnu3b61ZUXE/s72-c/concavo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7211537072271673551.post-7706414224789586151</id><published>2008-11-10T03:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-10T03:26:06.503Z</updated><title type='text'>*! AdOrO-tE !*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SRepmQw8pjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v9zhNOdHUoM/s1600-h/Img011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266864764033476146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QKJi6F-OvS0/SRepmQw8pjI/AAAAAAAAAJs/v9zhNOdHUoM/s400/Img011.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;→ Adoro.te agora . . → Adoro.te depois , → Adoro.te quando ficar , → Adoro.te quando for , → Adoro.te quando chover , → Adoro.te quando fizer sol , → Adoro.te aqui , → Adoro.te lá , → Adoro.te em todo o lugar , → Adoro.te quando tu estás ao meu lado , → Adoro.te quando me dizes adeus , → Adoro.te o dia todo , → Adoro.te todos os dias , → Adoro.te nos meus sonhos , → Adoro.te nos momentos mais felizes , → Adoro.te nos momentos mais tristes , → Adoro.te nos momentos mais dificeis , → Adoro.te quando estou a sorrir , → Adoro.te quando estou a chorar , → Adoro.te de segunda a domingo, → Adoro.te intensamente , → Adoro.te de um jeito simples , → Adoro.te de um jeito complicado , → Adoro.te de um jeito diferente , → Adoro.te nas melhores e piores fases → Adoro.te quando estou contigo , → Adoro.te quando nao estou contigo , → Adoro.te no verão , → Adoro.te no inverno , → Adoro.te no céu , → Adoro.te no inferno , → Adoro.te quando tudo mudar , → Adoro.te quando eu errar , → Adoro.te quando tu errares , → Adoro.te quando tu me fazes sorrir , &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;→ Adoro.te Hoje . . . Amanha . . . e Sempre ! ! :)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7211537072271673551-7706414224789586151?l=by-darkspell.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/feeds/7706414224789586151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7211537072271673551&amp;postID=7706414224789586151' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7706414224789586151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7211537072271673551/posts/default/7706414224789586151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://by-darkspell.blogspot.com/2008/11/adoro-te.html' title='*! 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