<?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-8294126437100929636</id><updated>2011-08-03T16:32:50.328-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In my lucid dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>18</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-5449825677261046621</id><published>2009-07-13T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:20:07.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;"Não soube compreender coisa alguma! Devia tê-la julgado pelos atos, não pelas&lt;br /&gt;palavras. Ela me perfumava, me iluminava ... Não devia jamais ter fugido. Deveria ter-lhe&lt;br /&gt;adivinhado a ternura sob os seus pobres ardis. São tão contraditórias as flores ! Mas eu&lt;br /&gt;era jovem demais para saber amar."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;O Pequeno Príncipe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-5449825677261046621?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5449825677261046621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-soube-compreender-coisa-alguma.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/5449825677261046621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/5449825677261046621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/07/nao-soube-compreender-coisa-alguma.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-8700161825703039707</id><published>2009-06-17T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T08:51:37.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SjkQ9dd-K_I/AAAAAAAAADw/-T8OcA0uOFI/s1600-h/20080814045112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348324680547576818" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SjkQ9dd-K_I/AAAAAAAAADw/-T8OcA0uOFI/s320/20080814045112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Pessoas como você acham fácil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Despido para ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Andando no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Caçando pelos rios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Através das ruas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Em cada esquina tão cedo abandonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Colocado com o devido cuidado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não partas, em silêncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Não partas&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/8294126437100929636-8700161825703039707?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8700161825703039707/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoas-como-voce-acham-facil-despido.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8700161825703039707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8700161825703039707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/06/pessoas-como-voce-acham-facil-despido.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SjkQ9dd-K_I/AAAAAAAAADw/-T8OcA0uOFI/s72-c/20080814045112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-234848573546801157</id><published>2009-06-03T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T10:39:06.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quase</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SiaxvaPQ_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2IIfO4vP-wc/s1600-h/7ef0e04f88c10b664d541c13a68a20942c15bfa9_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343153435976989986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SiaxvaPQ_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2IIfO4vP-wc/s320/7ef0e04f88c10b664d541c13a68a20942c15bfa9_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;"Ela é quase tudo o que sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E eu sou quase aquilo que sempre evitei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E falhei, sim, falhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E quase que fiquei contente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E fui feliz pra sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;No dia em que eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase conquistei seu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase um amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que me deixou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E apesar de ter ficado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase um ano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Quase morto de paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje já estou quase bão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje já estou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Realmente já estou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Hoje já estou quase bão"&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/8294126437100929636-234848573546801157?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/234848573546801157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase-pato-fu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/234848573546801157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/234848573546801157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/06/quase-pato-fu.html' title='Quase'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SiaxvaPQ_SI/AAAAAAAAADg/2IIfO4vP-wc/s72-c/7ef0e04f88c10b664d541c13a68a20942c15bfa9_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-3887549338420392889</id><published>2009-05-07T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:04:57.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ainda que Soubesse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZgb3WlIhI/AAAAAAAAACU/_Iea_nX0zkE/s1600-h/800x_mg_9648-ola-simxa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334056840498323986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZgb3WlIhI/AAAAAAAAACU/_Iea_nX0zkE/s320/800x_mg_9648-ola-simxa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse o que fazer com seus beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não te deixaria assim sem ar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não te procuraria sem flores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não te cantava sem lagrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Não te apreciaria sem olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse eu viveria assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Calada sem rancor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sentindo sem dizer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sorrindo sem ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Andando com alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que talvez pudesse fazer tudo ao seu jeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Tudo ao seu cheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Espionando seus gostos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E violentando seus meros desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que eu soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;eu procuraria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem medo do em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Lamentando o não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E procurando um chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda se eu me soubesse esperaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;A saída pra tantos desencontros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Manipularia suas risadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Eu seria passiva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse eu desejaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Cada canto do seu quarto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Abandonaria minha cela e invadia sua cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem te machucar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Sem querer o que esta em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;eu acreditaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que pudesse ser tudo muito real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que pudesse me curar em você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que pudesse me entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Que pudesse esquecer que isso tudo não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Passou de uma ilusão que inventei só pra você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ver-me de perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E saber ao certo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Amaria-me sem me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;E ficaria sem me ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Ainda que soubesse não me esqueceria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Em viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Se for a chão não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Girando passei sem ter o que sonhei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/8294126437100929636-3887549338420392889?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3887549338420392889/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-que-soubesse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3887549338420392889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3887549338420392889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/ainda-que-soubesse.html' title='Ainda que Soubesse'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZgb3WlIhI/AAAAAAAAACU/_Iea_nX0zkE/s72-c/800x_mg_9648-ola-simxa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-3491236307663777981</id><published>2009-05-07T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:34:36.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Discuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;não discuto com o destino o que pintar eu assino &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-3491236307663777981?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3491236307663777981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-discuto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3491236307663777981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3491236307663777981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/nao-discuto.html' title='Não Discuto'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-1503909428163357154</id><published>2009-05-04T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:13:28.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aos seus olhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZicfAthwI/AAAAAAAAACs/15RvMha8dtY/s1600-h/70dacc7ff310f4c2fbb48f1d79f83f235241ac55_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334059050167273218" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 315px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZicfAthwI/AAAAAAAAACs/15RvMha8dtY/s320/70dacc7ff310f4c2fbb48f1d79f83f235241ac55_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Aos seus olhos, os meus olhos castanhos parecem claros (e lindos...)&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, o meu cabelo ondulado parece liso (e lindo...)&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, um buraquinho tímido na boxexa vira alvo de elogios rasgados&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, o jeito que eu pronuncio as palavras vira algo peculiarmente charmoso&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, as coisas que eu escrevo desajeitadamente são obras primas&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, a minha pele é deliciosa&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus olhos, o meu sorriso parece algo superpoderoso e iluminado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos, eu afundo afundo afundo.. e caio bem dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos, eu juro que tento achar alguma resposta que dê sentido a tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos, eu pareço tão melhor do que realmente sou.&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos, não vejo nem uma gota de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos, eu não me olho e não me vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos... admito, eu fraquejo.&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/8294126437100929636-1503909428163357154?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/1503909428163357154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/aos-seus-olhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/1503909428163357154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/1503909428163357154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/05/aos-seus-olhos.html' title='Aos seus olhos'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SgZicfAthwI/AAAAAAAAACs/15RvMha8dtY/s72-c/70dacc7ff310f4c2fbb48f1d79f83f235241ac55_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-6410265051199196729</id><published>2009-04-25T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T06:58:56.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;me olhando de longe como que diz "sabia que ia ti encontrar aqui ", seu sorriso bonito e sincero ao chegar mais perto para me dar um abraço protetor , como se quise-se me proteger de algo ,ou simplesmente cuidar de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;é ai que me pego me afastando um pouquinho para ti olhar e ver seu sorriso de novo ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;e é também quando você diz "minha menina que saudades "e eu digo eu também e ai começamos a coversar para depois passamos meses sem se falar de novo ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mais você está aqui e eu nem sei ao certo por que não esqueço de ti .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-6410265051199196729?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6410265051199196729/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/04/soube-quando-olhei-pra-ela-que-aqueles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/6410265051199196729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/6410265051199196729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/04/soube-quando-olhei-pra-ela-que-aqueles.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-8933328266364753903</id><published>2009-04-14T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T14:52:29.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SeeokFFYF6I/AAAAAAAAACM/FQGRZP33rhA/s1600-h/345129e73584537e41fa3061c8823aedc522073a_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325410422182385570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SeeokFFYF6I/AAAAAAAAACM/FQGRZP33rhA/s320/345129e73584537e41fa3061c8823aedc522073a_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sai de casa já pensando que podia encotra-lá pelo caminho,confesso que com certo receio pois como disse ,não saberia dizer qual seria sua reação, e quando fui perguntada sobre a minha ,fiz dizer que seria a mesma que a dela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O que menti por que por mais que nem me olha-se, sim eu olharia pra ela como sempre olhei , querendo seu abraço e seu carinho poderia tentar me fazer de indiferente , cuprimenta-la com um &lt;strong&gt;OI &lt;/strong&gt;distante , aqueles em que olhamos de longe levantamos levemente as sombrancelhas como quem diz com olhar,não faço muita questão de te cumprimentar mais como manda a educação...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas como ja disse e volto a dizer não consegueria , pois pensei tanto em ti que mensagens quero dizer uma unica mensagen chegou ,dizendo apenas que por mais que não tivessemos dado certo , ainda sentia mimha falta e para que me cuida-se .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Reli aquela mensagen milhões de vezes ,isso porque ao abrir o armario e me depara com celular gritando que havia mensagen, meu coração bateu muito mais forte ao ver que era dela ,múltiplos sentimentos na hora , saudades , misturada com dor, raiva por ter deixado isso acontecer e depois só o coração batendo e os pensamentos fluindo lentamente deixando o sono chegar mais perto como queria que ela estive-se agora "pertinho assim, sem caber em mim"&lt;br /&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/8294126437100929636-8933328266364753903?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8933328266364753903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/04/sai-de-casa-ja-pensando-que-podia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8933328266364753903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8933328266364753903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/04/sai-de-casa-ja-pensando-que-podia.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/SeeokFFYF6I/AAAAAAAAACM/FQGRZP33rhA/s72-c/345129e73584537e41fa3061c8823aedc522073a_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-8490432778470099519</id><published>2009-03-11T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T07:21:51.845-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sbkadl1j-yI/AAAAAAAAACE/GRn0DH-c5Vg/s1600-h/9e955708ee5db96d8f90b4cfdafcdef68633ae08_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312306331135507234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sbkadl1j-yI/AAAAAAAAACE/GRn0DH-c5Vg/s320/9e955708ee5db96d8f90b4cfdafcdef68633ae08_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Meu coração tá ferido de amar errado.&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/8294126437100929636-8490432778470099519?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8490432778470099519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-coracao-ta-ferido-de-amar-errado.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8490432778470099519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8490432778470099519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/meu-coracao-ta-ferido-de-amar-errado.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sbkadl1j-yI/AAAAAAAAACE/GRn0DH-c5Vg/s72-c/9e955708ee5db96d8f90b4cfdafcdef68633ae08_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-3469275033082716121</id><published>2009-03-07T16:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T16:58:13.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Chorar por tudo que se perdeu, por tudo que apenas ameaçou e não chegou a ser, pelo que perdi de mim, pelo ontem morto, pelo hoje sujo, pelo amanhã que não existe, pelo muito que amei e não me amaram, pelo que tentei ser correto e não foram comigo. Meu coração sangra com uma dor que não consigo comunicar a ninguém, recuso todos os toques e ignoro todas tentativas de aproximação. Tenho vergonha de gritar que esta dor é só minha, de pedir que me deixem em paz e só com ela, como um cão com seu osso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-3469275033082716121?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3469275033082716121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/chorar-por-tudo-que-se-perdeu-por-tudo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3469275033082716121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3469275033082716121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/03/chorar-por-tudo-que-se-perdeu-por-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-5055858233597816494</id><published>2009-02-26T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T14:27:35.908-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnavalia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sinto a batucada se aproximar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Estou ensaiado para te tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Repique tocou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O surdo escutou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E o meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corasamborim&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Samborim&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cuíca&lt;/span&gt; gemeu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Será que era eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Quando ela passou por mim&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/8294126437100929636-5055858233597816494?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/5055858233597816494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnavalia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/5055858233597816494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/5055858233597816494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/carnavalia.html' title='Carnavalia'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-7853571427227651862</id><published>2009-02-26T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T13:38:37.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;não te provoco porque acho bonitinha, embora hipócrita, essa tua ordem. não te queimo porque essa tua frieza chega muito mais graciosa quando chega pra mim. não falo porque tenho medo do meu som. não te deixo porque vicio no que não presta. só não te amo porque ainda tenho juízo.&lt;br /&gt;e só insisto porque foi-se o tempo em que sentir alguma coisa forte era coisa frágil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-7853571427227651862?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7853571427227651862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-te-provoco-porque-acho-bonitinha.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/7853571427227651862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/7853571427227651862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-te-provoco-porque-acho-bonitinha.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-491781639965161360</id><published>2009-02-25T12:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:38:50.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Num deserto de almas também desertas, uma alma especial reconhece de imediato a outra.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-491781639965161360?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/491781639965161360/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/num-deserto-de-almas-tambem-desertas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/491781639965161360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/491781639965161360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/num-deserto-de-almas-tambem-desertas.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-87650017519814040</id><published>2009-02-25T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:37:09.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas de Caio</title><content type='html'>"Venha quando quiser, ligue, chame, escreva - tem espaço na casa e no coração, só não se perca de mim"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-87650017519814040?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/87650017519814040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/coisas-de-caio.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/87650017519814040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/87650017519814040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/coisas-de-caio.html' title='Coisas de Caio'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-6916352510879190598</id><published>2009-02-25T12:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:33:55.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Acho que sou bastante forte para sair de todas as situações em que entrei, embora tenha sido suficientemente fraco para entrar."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-6916352510879190598?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/6916352510879190598/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/acho-que-sou-bastante-forte-para-sair.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/6916352510879190598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/6916352510879190598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/acho-que-sou-bastante-forte-para-sair.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-8346706157867000206</id><published>2009-02-21T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-27T13:41:08.249-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dia 11, as horas passam bem lentamente , vejo o ponteiro rodar como se ele fosse parar a qualquer momento ,+ não para , ah angustia pela espera...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;não tenho o tal hábito feio de fumar mass  era o que mais queria agora era acender um cigarro e ver a chuva cair pela cidade , enquanto espero o ponteiro girar.Olho pra ela e sinto um medo de perde-la , cheia de liquidos que dizem fazer bem indo em direção ao seu corpo , assustador como poucas coisas .Aqui tem silencio ,misturado com um ar de preocupação ,melancolia e medo.Espero que fique bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-8346706157867000206?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/8346706157867000206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-11-as-horas-passam-bem-lentamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8346706157867000206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/8346706157867000206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/dia-11-as-horas-passam-bem-lentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-3510828890299476241</id><published>2009-02-21T14:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T17:29:21.742-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Querendo</title><content type='html'>Um medo ,uma angustia estranha outro daqueles dias .Querendo que os telefones toquem ,mensagens e e-mais cheguei , e tragam boas noticias.Quero uma visita daquela pessoa que faz seu dia ser bom ,que só com sua simples presença já o faça bem.Quero sorrisos alegres, amigos,um amor, tah não quero, eu quero é trocar de amor, esquecer essas dores e magoas antigas.Auhuah olhando para um menino lindo CADU , fazendo graça com música de Madeleine Peyroux  não sei bem como se escreve seu nome, só sei que é bom escuta-la com cara de blaze&lt;br /&gt;¨¬ ¬¨como é bom ver ele fazendo graça .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-3510828890299476241?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/3510828890299476241/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/querendo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3510828890299476241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/3510828890299476241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2009/02/querendo.html' title='Querendo'/><author><name>In my lucid dreams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10786790568264735181</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BAD3SecW790/Sh3QWgRse9I/AAAAAAAAADA/FBbwFhWSA4Y/S220/New_Order-Get_Ready-Frontal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8294126437100929636.post-7349568329057297515</id><published>2008-12-18T18:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T12:27:08.410-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tal sorriso fácil</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Queria o tal sorriso fácil, queria a alegria de viver que minha mãe costumava dizer que eu tinha , mais o que eu mais queria é não estar aqui , simples assim sumir, queria mesmo , que essa breve vida acaba-se agora&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos meio cazuza de ser&lt;br /&gt;“vida louca vida&lt;br /&gt;Vida imensa já que não posso ti levar quero que você me leve” agora pra sempre para que essa dor esse dia se apague , que esses meus olhos triste não voltem nunca mais .&lt;br /&gt;Dizem a minha querida ninguém disse que ia ser fácil ,&lt;br /&gt;É eu sei mais fecho os olhos agora e tudo que mais peço é pra que eles não abram mais.&lt;br /&gt;Não aqui ,quem sabe em outro dia , outro lugar , talvez quando eles voltarem a brilhar com o tal sorriso fácil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8294126437100929636-7349568329057297515?l=allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/feeds/7349568329057297515/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tal-sorriso-facil.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/7349568329057297515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8294126437100929636/posts/default/7349568329057297515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://allthisfeelsstrangeanduntrue.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-tal-sorriso-facil.html' title='O Tal sorriso fácil'/><author><name>In my lucid 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