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vai se esfumar no teu pensamento,
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Sou o superunknown</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3681796509995109935</id><published>2012-02-01T05:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T05:44:14.729-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogos com o espelho - I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/095/7/2/me_again_004_by_m_fm-d3db3qv.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/095/7/2/me_again_004_by_m_fm-d3db3qv.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Olá tu&lt;br /&gt;Já faz tempo que não te via...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estas com vapor de agua no olhar&lt;br /&gt;E essa cara de desassossego acesa&lt;br /&gt;Sou o teu reflexo no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Como tens passado?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;-Estou como vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;De verbo na boca e sombra na alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Ainda procuro uma forma de curar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Toda esta dor de auto negaçao&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;De perder a cegues de mente que gela o coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não peças que tenha pena de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais é que adormeças nesse frio&lt;br /&gt;Que quebres em pedaços todo o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Que soltes a sombra negra do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;E que ela te destrua todo o homem que és&lt;br /&gt;Ate ficar apenas esta alma negra que te tornaste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olá espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eras em tempos meu amigo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Como tens passado?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Não te deixes enganar por estas lágrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;São apenas vapor de agua mergulhado no sonho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Estes nós na garganta não são do frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E os sonhos não me fazem gelar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;E a alma porque me doí...talvez pela sua insistência&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Por escolher sempre o caminho mais fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Sabendo que esse mata o mais feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Este corpo já não parte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Pois dele já nada sobra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Falta o recorte de umas mãos a tocar me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Aquelas que me faziam florir fôlegos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;O meu escuro ser já não se liberta deste corpo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Falta lhe a vontade de sair do chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Já não me sinto menino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Olá Tu&lt;br /&gt;Reflexo de mim&lt;br /&gt;O ódio de mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu que antes tinha tanto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Agora resta apenas ódio sombrio de mim em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Olá espelho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Eu que antes navega sorridente no teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Agora me afundo na areia funda de um mar que não voltarei a sonhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Olá Reflexo de mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa me sair desta prisão sem paredes que me tornei&lt;br /&gt;E apenas desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Existir apenas num reflexo partido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: http://m-fm.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3681796509995109935?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3681796509995109935/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviantART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas param no relógio de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Fica apenas a suave poeira da ultima areia a cair&lt;br /&gt;Lembram fogos de um verão ardido &lt;br /&gt;E penso...&lt;br /&gt;Desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia pernoitasses em mim&lt;br /&gt;Para ai nesses momentos &lt;br /&gt;Os teus sonhos fossem velas desfraldadas&lt;br /&gt;Ao vento no rio do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Que corre sofregamente para o mar do meu desejo por ti&lt;br /&gt;Tento respirar pausadamente mas a ânsia ...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas murmura o quanto te quero &lt;br /&gt;O quanto desejo que não seja uma memoria em ti&lt;br /&gt;Que seja algo mais &lt;br /&gt;Uma cor no céu, um sabor ao acordar...um cheiro ao vento&lt;br /&gt;E nesta ânsia tento escrever todas as cores &lt;br /&gt;Apenas para que pelo menos uma te amordace o fôlego&lt;br /&gt;E te solte num gesto demorado ...um simples ...estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;São palavras ...apenas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Vão desaparecer por certo na memoria também estas&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;E num variar e outros dias avariar&lt;br /&gt;Solto o gatilho da esperança &lt;br /&gt;Acerto apenas no meu vazio de chuva fria&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sem gestos fortes...são apenas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Vão voar ...quem sabe uma delas&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto na noite serrada onde sonho contigo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos uma delas tem um gesto bonito de te beijar a face&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto isso espalho apenas a sombra de um vazio pela terra&lt;br /&gt;Onde espero que as tuas palavras ganhem raízes&lt;br /&gt;E encham de perfume &lt;br /&gt;Todos estes tropeções que os meus dedos teimam em dar &lt;br /&gt;Nesta terra molhada por lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;...As horas passam neste relógio de vidro novamente&lt;br /&gt;E a areia cai morta sobre as outras&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a maciez frustrada da minha boca sem a tua &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4354862139101760638</id><published>2012-01-11T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T06:04:55.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Estes dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/272/7/6/abs_ii_by_m_fm-d2zqww8.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 900px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc07.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2010/272/7/6/abs_ii_by_m_fm-d2zqww8.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por momentos abandono esta prisão de gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde já nem vivo, nem existo apenas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando aqui emprestado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde me deixo estar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No vazio da minha auto negação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas por vezes rastejo para fora dela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De olhar rasgado parto o gelo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não para ser mais um dia onde &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ando a vaguear pelas ruas sem chama de vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E espalho apenas as cinzas do passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas sim com esse olhar rasgado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir o cheiro que me tatuaste na alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De uma alegria de quem toca o topo do céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentir a fragilidade que é sentir o teu toque&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O corpo que convulsa internamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma praia de sentimentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Banhada apenas por um mar de sorrisos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como um oásis de sonhos num deserto de vida que sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Percorro as ruas que podiam ser nossas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De sorriso nos olhos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As mãos nos bolsos cheios de memorias tuas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim caminho por vezes...dançando nas tuas palavras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como se cada calçada me sorrisse o teu nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada esquina me desse a luz do teu olhar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sentisse o teu toque em todas as folhas que esboçam ao vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Até me esqueço que ao deitar te vou voltar a soltar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apenas mais um beijo ao vento e um abraço oco no vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Antes de voltar a entrar na minha prisão &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Iluminada numa luz de presença tão alta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que apenas desejo que ela &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um dia te mostre como a minha voz treme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre que falamos...sempre que existem estes momentos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por vezes ... contigo volto a ganhar vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esquecendo os silêncios enormes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que me caiem em catadupa pelos olhos ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="459" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZCK1FAOrlHc?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Foto : &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Century Gothic', monospace; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px; "&gt;http://m-fm.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;meta equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4354862139101760638?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4354862139101760638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4354862139101760638&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5613584562566044593</id><published>2011-11-23T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T05:36:39.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O ciclo dos dias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/323/f/3/color_by_m_fm-d4gpaxf.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 600px;" src="http://fc00.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2011/323/f/3/color_by_m_fm-d4gpaxf.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gastava de acordar no compasso da tua respiração&lt;br /&gt;Desmanchar o nascer do sol nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Deixar escapar ai um poema livre  ao te beijar a face&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto me então se estou acordar&lt;br /&gt;Ou apenas a sonhar tudo isto que sinto&lt;br /&gt;Se as palavras estão presentes &lt;br /&gt;Ou são apenas ecos de um coração demente&lt;br /&gt;Esta garganta agora apenas serve para engolir os dias&lt;br /&gt;Todos eles cinzentos numa paisagem nua&lt;br /&gt;De uma casa vazia e de um silencio que adormece as memorias&lt;br /&gt;Os ouvidos já não te ouvem desequilibrar nas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Fica apenas um timbre longe...rebolado...fraco&lt;br /&gt;Parece que a vida anda desencontrada com as horas&lt;br /&gt;Já não há manhas de sol nem tardes fugidias&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o cais da tua boca desaguo agora num rio sem agua&lt;br /&gt;As noites essas parecem um cela&lt;br /&gt;Onde fico trancado do lado de fora do teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Fica apenas la dentro adormecer mais um dia &lt;br /&gt;A sonhar com os teus olhos sorridentes&lt;br /&gt;Despertar mais um dia com este amor que é teu&lt;br /&gt;E por momentos ai nem me lembrar que não estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/EAchKt2xjsw?fs=1" 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href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-ciclo-dos-dias.html' title='O ciclo dos dias'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/EAchKt2xjsw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3583543580956793251</id><published>2010-02-17T06:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T06:20:19.711-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem titulo nem continuação.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6X8Ic86Hx3w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6X8Ic86Hx3w&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Este sábado ganhei algo que não esperava&lt;br /&gt;Como se uma luz ou simplesmente tivesse acordado&lt;br /&gt;A plena realização do que me rodeia e como me vive&lt;br /&gt;Acabei por ir ao lugar habitual &lt;br /&gt;Onde navego fora de mim sem perder noção do que em mim vive&lt;br /&gt;Um simples linear de onde as perguntas se encontram&lt;br /&gt;E afinal nada é importante  sem causa-efeito normal&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que ao longo da vida ou o que é isto&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes saboreamos a inferno&lt;br /&gt;Mas também é fácil sair de lá se tivermos a força&lt;br /&gt;Basta desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Outras vezes saboreamos o paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Mas por vezes também temos de sair de lá&lt;br /&gt;Pois não somos benvindos , muito menos eu &lt;br /&gt;E como tal se tivermos a força necessária basta desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas há momentos...como agora &lt;br /&gt;Onde não existe nada para alem de nós&lt;br /&gt;Apenas podemos saborear a nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;E a enormidade do nosso vazio tão sem sentido existencial&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sair de desse sabor?&lt;br /&gt;Afinal de contas só nos saboreamos a nós mesmo &lt;br /&gt;E desaparecer não podemos de nós &lt;br /&gt;Para onde formos estamos sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;Como um pesadelo sempre presente a nossa presença&lt;br /&gt;Talvez esperar então que se negarmos a nossa existência&lt;br /&gt;Assim possamos desaparecer de nós mesmo&lt;br /&gt;....mas o que vive em mim tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Vivo eu também nos outros da mesma forma?&lt;br /&gt;Ou seremos...serei apenas um pesadelo com forma humana&lt;br /&gt;Uma lembrança de perdida de uma vaga ideia&lt;br /&gt;Talvez sim.&lt;br /&gt;E assim sendo eu um pesadelo ou memoria&lt;br /&gt;Não sinto...não vivo...não existo em ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Uma memoria não sente ,nem pode sentir&lt;br /&gt;Não ama nem pode amar&lt;br /&gt;Não sorri nem pode sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Não sofre nem pode sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Apenas é e acabo por ser ....0&lt;br /&gt;E acabo por atormentar e a desgastar-me também em ti &lt;br /&gt;E na tua memoria ou resto de sonho ou pesadelo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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continuação.'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4020766126965991305</id><published>2010-02-12T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T06:05:14.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanha.Hoje.Ontem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=151574639&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=151574639&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/151574639/"&gt;Experiencia&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Amanha&lt;br /&gt;Vou me deixar levar na cor do sol&lt;br /&gt;Sentar-me apenas e esvaziar a mente de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sem querer pensar no destino da viagem&lt;br /&gt;Pois o ponto de chegada e o fim&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero a viagem isso sim é vida&lt;br /&gt;Vou nesta mesma hora que é hoje&lt;br /&gt;Me sentar num sem vida muro de pedra&lt;br /&gt;E apenas receber a luz do sol pelos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Tao simples como respirar..sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;E ver a tua face&lt;br /&gt;A tua face a tua figura desenhada a minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo de olhos fechados &lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir o que nunca senti&lt;br /&gt;Liberto de culpas por instantes &lt;br /&gt;Livre de julgamentos apenas abraçar que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Nesse momento de clareza de espírito&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar a noção que te te amo&lt;br /&gt;Vou perceber o copo vazio que era&lt;br /&gt;E que quer que tu o enchas &lt;br /&gt;Vou amanha te pedir tudo e receber mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;Perder a noção da realidade&lt;br /&gt;E dizer te apenas&lt;br /&gt;AMO-TE&lt;br /&gt;Amanha despertar para ti...Amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto :http://m-fm.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4020766126965991305?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' 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allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Can't control these feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've waited long enough&lt;br /&gt;I want it more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;It's time to step up and deliver what you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;My blood is pumping, now this is how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 45 minutes of love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you push and you shove&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you just how far to go&lt;br /&gt;It's time to lose all our control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I can't control these feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing and I can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a drug but I know it's adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Just feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhh my heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My adrenaline reached its limit&lt;br /&gt;I can feel it taking over me&lt;br /&gt;My head is spinning&lt;br /&gt;And it seems like I can hardly breathe&lt;br /&gt;You get a taste&lt;br /&gt;It's like a drug that you don't wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;So if you want it let me see you put your fist in the air&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 45 minutes of love&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you push and shove&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you just how far to go&lt;br /&gt;It's time to lose all control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I can't control these feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing and I can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a drug but I know it's adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Just feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhh my heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;Can't control these feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;I've waited long enough&lt;br /&gt;I want it more than anyone&lt;br /&gt;It's time to step up and deliver what you wanna see&lt;br /&gt;My blood is pumping, now this is how it's gonna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So feel it&lt;br /&gt;And I can't control these feelings anymore&lt;br /&gt;Believe it&lt;br /&gt;My heart is racing and I can't seem to get enough&lt;br /&gt;Am I dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a drug but I know it's adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;Go&lt;br /&gt;Just feel it&lt;br /&gt;Ooohhhh my heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 45 minutes of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating faster&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje não tenho palavras para por aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Fica só a adrenalina mesmo lol...&lt;br /&gt;Até o titulo é "roubado" (lol qualquer dia tenho de pagar direitos de autor lol)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-7855188748206413710?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/7855188748206413710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=7855188748206413710&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7855188748206413710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7855188748206413710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/desenfastiosa.html' 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src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TEJVaq6kNIk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vive em mim um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que me atravessa a alma&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz tão densa quando te penso&lt;br /&gt;Que até me veste de da tua cor favorita&lt;br /&gt;Um amor ...que deseja o toque da tua mão&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro molhado da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Ou o teu cabelo a esvoaçar num dia como hoje&lt;br /&gt;Tão simples que ...&lt;br /&gt;Até o silencio é um castigo menor&lt;br /&gt;Fico apeas com marés de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Embalado na memoria da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Bem encostado ao teu peito&lt;br /&gt;Simples...como o céu.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim a adrenalina de te amar&lt;br /&gt;Mantem-me a viver não a existir.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo em dias como hoje...ta a ser dificil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6893879951584097637?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6893879951584097637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6893879951584097637&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6893879951584097637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6893879951584097637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/hoje-ta-dificil.html' title='Hoje tá dificil'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2098842334213359215</id><published>2010-01-27T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T07:29:31.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Em mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBjDLLkQ_uU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JBjDLLkQ_uU&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Descubro a resposta para tudo assim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim &lt;br /&gt;Mas dentro de mim estás tu&lt;br /&gt;Não te quero falar de amor &lt;br /&gt;Em vez disso segredar-te baixinho&lt;br /&gt;Que me vives &lt;br /&gt;Que mais que procure fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;É em mim que te encontro&lt;br /&gt;Tal como cada resposta &lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer-te que te deixo o meu coração &lt;br /&gt;Bem seguro na tua porta&lt;br /&gt;Que sabes que não é verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sempre esteve contigo&lt;br /&gt;O que deixo é apenas um símbolo...uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Mas elas não tem sentido sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes pergunto-te onde deixas-te a lua&lt;br /&gt;E esqueço-me que tenho o sol a minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Num lugar sem nome&lt;br /&gt;Só nosso, onde nada existe para alem de nós&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo o silencio grita por nós&lt;br /&gt;Não quero tapar os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;Porque um dia as palavras esgotam-se&lt;br /&gt;Mas não tu.Tu não...nem nós.&lt;br /&gt;Sorri-me&lt;br /&gt;etoma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&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/7716417061301047988-2098842334213359215?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2098842334213359215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2098842334213359215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2098842334213359215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2098842334213359215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/em-mim.html' title='Em mim'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6557836581559890343</id><published>2010-01-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T05:59:09.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=151104115&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=151104115&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/151104115/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As vezes antecipo o que me vias deixar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por vezes fecho os olhos e sinto-te aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Os teus lábios mornos nos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;As pontas das tuas mãos nas minhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Parece tão real por vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Que os teus olhos parecem me olhar de perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E retiram todo este vazio dos meus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E toda a luz do dia é apenas o teu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Parece tão real agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sossega a minha alma tão fugidia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Arrancas-me todo o sôfrego do peito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Para ao acarinhares bem docemente e o voltares a pousar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Carinhosamente e tão silenciosamente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Como a tua voz por vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De forma tão pacifica que muitas vezes nem em dou conta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Da ternura que me dás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Num dia...numa noite só tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A mim resta me olhar as estrelas no céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E sentir que sem ti elas não só não brilhavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Como nem sequer haveria um céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mais do que a certeza de me perder sem ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E não mais amanhecer no teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sabendo que isso me destrói.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E a ti...se esvazia mais um pouco de alegria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Desculpa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto: http://m-fm.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/7716417061301047988-6557836581559890343?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6557836581559890343/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6557836581559890343&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6557836581559890343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6557836581559890343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/espaco-4-by-m-fm-on-deviant-art-as.html' title='2'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-7022078912437765901</id><published>2010-01-25T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T06:36:10.535-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dupla</title><content type='html'>Agora que tU me vez como sou&lt;br /&gt;E tudo se resolve em contrapontos inertes&lt;br /&gt;Fica as belas memorias&lt;br /&gt;Todo o sentir explosivo de ti em mim&lt;br /&gt;Sim porque faz todo o sentido&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que nada é fácil muito menos regressar no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que quantos dias sao necessários&lt;br /&gt;Para te dizer-te amo-te como o sinto&lt;br /&gt;E apenas sorrir como foi até aqui&lt;br /&gt;Posso sorrir mas nao como te soria a ti &lt;br /&gt;Deixar apenas o sorriso estender-se ao vento e ao sol&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus desejos numa qualquer corda de roupa&lt;br /&gt;Preenchida de pequenos rabisco meus&lt;br /&gt;Num qualquer post-it amarelado não de cor&lt;br /&gt;Mas deste sol que tanto me aproximou de ti&lt;br /&gt;Dourados até...receosos até que lhes pegues&lt;br /&gt;Pois saberia eu um dia amar-te como mereces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Acho que não...quem gosta não cansa&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBe4wnqK_z8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBe4wnqK_z8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hoje não há foto, não existe nada que espelhe este vazio.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seria apenas um fundo preto sem fim....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-7022078912437765901?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/7022078912437765901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=7022078912437765901&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7022078912437765901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7022078912437765901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/dupla.html' title='Dupla'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4192523967626966410</id><published>2010-01-22T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T07:41:06.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S1m1WGHki9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/fpM8syf-dqE/s1600-h/1814955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S1m1WGHki9I/AAAAAAAAAr0/fpM8syf-dqE/s400/1814955.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429570216975961042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Encolho o espaço entre o meu corpo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tanto que pareço apenas uma pequena embalagem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fechada e contem apenas o vazio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A espera que o enchas...de outra forma de que sirvo eu?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não hoje &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje precisava que docemente me pegasses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E sentir me bem encostado ao teu peito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje precisava que me preenchesses de fora para dentro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Num abraço quente...entrelaçasses os teus braços a minha volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixasses o teu cabelo deslizar sobre mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E com o teu olhar doce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Visses a embalagem abrir-se de novo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...mas se esse fim está para breve&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Então que o espírito deste amor voe livre &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Abandonando o meu corpo e viver no teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas hoje não...hoje não&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoje não procuro nada mais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas um desejo que não se vai realizar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ainda assim me encolho e encolho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Na ansia de ficar tão pequeno &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tal como um bombom numa prateleira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que aguarda que lhe pegues e o recolhas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No teu doce toque&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E deixar se derreter nos teus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...mas tenho de aceitar o facto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que simplesmente não gostas de chocolates.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda assim encolho-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pois hoje é sexta...Abraça-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6GiKwiQXH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K6GiKwiQXH8&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto : http://olhares.aeiou.pt/4hp&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Como um papel transparente&lt;br /&gt;Uma manha como outras mas que não ias querer perder&lt;br /&gt;O mundo esta bonito hoje e fala-te&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje é uma manha diferente&lt;br /&gt;Um dia especial que canta o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Sente-te a elevar no esvoaçar de um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Mais belo do qualquer linda borboleta&lt;br /&gt;De cores vivas e alegres &lt;br /&gt;Sente o sorriso do mundo para ti hoje&lt;br /&gt;E o meu também &lt;br /&gt;Parabéns&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;@ Leonor,Gusto,Jamanta,Pintas e Margarida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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Janeiro'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1466617505677351470</id><published>2010-01-20T06:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T06:52:44.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=150141393&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=150141393&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/150141393/"&gt;A minha paisagem&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes fico a debater comigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Entre o ficar calado pois nada de melhor tenho para te oferecer&lt;br /&gt;Ou romper o silencio e tentar descobrir te&lt;br /&gt;Todos esses segredos que deixas por desvendar&lt;br /&gt;Tentar entrar na alma através do entrelaçar do corpo&lt;br /&gt;percorrer cada um dos teus contornos&lt;br /&gt;Percorrer-te desde o sangue&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar e sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-te sentir me na pele e mente&lt;br /&gt;Ser em ti a vida que és mim&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-te sentir que cada vez que o sol brilha&lt;br /&gt;E um apenas um pouco dos sorrisos que me deste&lt;br /&gt;Tantos que nas noites mudas&lt;br /&gt;O seu brilho canta-me e me faz vibrar&lt;br /&gt;Como um ultimo beijo nunca dado&lt;br /&gt;Que fica sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;E me faz sonhar nas pontas dos dedos&lt;br /&gt;Liberto de mim ...ficas só tu&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto: http://m-fm.deviantart.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1466617505677351470?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1466617505677351470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Se pudesse esvazia-me agora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Despejava toda esta ternura que tenho por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bem embrulhada...como os embrulhos que nunca soube fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cheios de cor como uma noite de fogo de artificio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E deixava-te a entrada da tua porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quem sabe assim tinhas a curiosidade de ver o que contem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De a desembrulhares de brilho no olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Como quem recebe algo que não espera&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E vai rasgando sorrisos juntamente com o papel reluzente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;É esse sorriso e olhar que me destes tanta vez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E esse que eu tanto te tentei dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O resto...bem logo lhe darias um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Engraçado...sinto o perto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : http://m-fm.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Sorrisos'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1645500867620007218</id><published>2010-01-15T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T06:55:53.242-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma sexta...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=150279891&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=150279891&amp;amp;width=1337" height="610" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/150279891/"&gt;Iluminada&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não há acasos na vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Toda ela é um enorme acaso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sinto o mundo a girar a minha volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E eu pareço imóvel a sua passagem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Perdido por entre o negro céu da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E cada minuto que por mim passa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E menos um que me resta para viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cada alegria apenas uma memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Cada sorriso ficou para trás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E cada passo que dou me afasta mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De tudo e de ti também&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Parece que não interessa que caminho escolho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nenhum me leva a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So não me afasta desta vontade tão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Inapta,natural e imprevisível e no entanto constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De voltar a sorrir em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E assim passou mais um minuto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Envolto na minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O mundo girou mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O céu mais carregado se torna&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E a escuridão que nem a luz da lua deixa passar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Eu apenas imóvel a ouvir o mar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Livre de consciência liberta ele o grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;De tudo o que já não te sei dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : http://m-fm.deviantart.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2624634872996126190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2624634872996126190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/tarantella.html' title='Tarantella'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3695804909505956512</id><published>2010-01-12T06:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T06:52:12.127-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias confusos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="380"&gt;&lt;param 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ver&lt;br /&gt;Sentir que não sou o único aqui preso&lt;br /&gt;A tentar mudar o que não pode ser mudado&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro pensar que é culpa do mundo&lt;br /&gt;E não dos meus erros &lt;br /&gt;Prefiro pensar que tudo esta errado &lt;br /&gt;Que tudo luta contra nós&lt;br /&gt;E não sou eu o culpado dos meus erros&lt;br /&gt;Mas...não falas comigo&lt;br /&gt;Afinal&lt;br /&gt;Tenho já idade para saber que não posso mudar o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Só posso mudar-me a mim&lt;br /&gt;Que me adianta tentar atravessar o deserto&lt;br /&gt;Se tentar molhar todo o caminho&lt;br /&gt;Se era mais fácil eu levar a agua comigo&lt;br /&gt;Olá espelho &lt;br /&gt;Sou eu novamente &lt;br /&gt;Feliz de te ver...sozinho como sempre&lt;br /&gt;...não , não estou feliz por estar assim&lt;br /&gt;Mas minto-me ...mais fácil assim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto: 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href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/silencio.html' title='Silencio ...'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0tGFiAacSI/AAAAAAAAArs/191wOCizOu0/s72-c/1246709.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-105256065699754474</id><published>2010-01-08T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T06:15:00.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tripla...água</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0c9gB0PVkI/AAAAAAAAArk/MvZIDYqkTbY/s1600-h/2283278.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0c9gB0PVkI/AAAAAAAAArk/MvZIDYqkTbY/s400/2283278.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424371896643704386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Um dia posso até cair no teu esquecimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas não vou chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Posso me tornar agora algo mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ficar gélido..um perfeito cubo de gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas não vou chorar me teres abandonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois se agora sou um doce chá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Aquecido por tudo que me presenteias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Derretido na tua voz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Transparente para no teu olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Posso sem isso gelar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas a essência é que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E estarás sempre em mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Posso não te ouvir mais nem sentir o teu calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Gelar mas continuas em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois posso ser um cubo de gelo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas continuas em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;És a agua doce que me faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O calor pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O meu estado pode mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas o que me sinto nunca mudará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E tal como um cubo de gelo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ele não passa de agua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tal como este amor não é mais do que sinto por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Estará sempre comigo nunca me vai abandonar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E me preencherá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Solido, liquido ou gasoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Será sempre este amor o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto :http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Maddie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-105256065699754474?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/105256065699754474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=105256065699754474&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/105256065699754474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/105256065699754474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/triplaagua.html' title='Tripla...água'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0c9gB0PVkI/AAAAAAAAArk/MvZIDYqkTbY/s72-c/2283278.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5510279183732521348</id><published>2010-01-07T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T06:28:36.744-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Segundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0Xu7fcF5vI/AAAAAAAAArc/1kqSdiW1BWA/s1600-h/3042532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/S0Xu7fcF5vI/AAAAAAAAArc/1kqSdiW1BWA/s400/3042532.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424004032056649458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por vezes apetece me tocar o céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E ouvir o seu som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas não te posso tocar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Correr no caminho que me separa de ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E sentir o vento que também sentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Porque me fazes viver-te assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Porque?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Antes onde estava eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Antes de abrir os meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E ver a tua imensa luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Apenas seguia de olhos fechados no vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Agora vivo, acordei e que luz eu vi!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não posso desejar melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não encontro melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A perfeição não pode ser melhorada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou não seria perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não pode ser perfeição hoje e amanha não ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoje seres perfeita e amanha seres mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;És constante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O meu conhecimento de ti é que se alarga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por isso te amo mais hoje que ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Hoje és mais perfeita que ontem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois amanha conheço-te mais que hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Não é a distancia que nos separa que nos afasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Pois em mim vives sem ser minha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Nunca serás minha nem eu teu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Apenas podemos ser nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou dois pontos que nunca se encontram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas a saudade de ti nunca desaparece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;A ternura que te quero oferecer também não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Este amor que se quer transforma em algo palpável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O saber que as minhas mãos não foram feitas para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Ou para te desenhar ou escrever isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foram feitas apenas para sentirem o teu toque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Docemente se entrelaçarem nas tuas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Meu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quero que me vejas para sentires o quanto te desejo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Quero te ver para sentir que te sou real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : olhares.aeiou.pt/Anyneva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5510279183732521348?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5510279183732521348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5510279183732521348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5510279183732521348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5510279183732521348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2010/01/segundo.html' title='Segundo'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes surge-me aquele rasgo&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de tudo deixar ir&lt;br /&gt;Sem verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sem esperança&lt;br /&gt;Sem vontade&lt;br /&gt;Despido de tudo &lt;br /&gt;De cabeça vazia entregar me a algo novo&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal não é isso que faço a cada dia?&lt;br /&gt;Parece que sim.As vezes só me limito mesmo a isto&lt;br /&gt;Respirar e sorrir-te para o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Bem que o novo ano seja ainda melhor que este&lt;br /&gt;Vamos a ele .&lt;br /&gt;Boas entradas a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4599739273219344991?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4599739273219344991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4599739273219344991&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4599739273219344991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4599739273219344991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/estou-relaxbom-ano-novo.html' title='Estou relax...Bom ano novo'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/musica-de-natal.html' title='Musica de Natal'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6674164654665751162</id><published>2009-12-18T06:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T08:01:40.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So close no matter how far</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAsA00-5KoI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bAsA00-5KoI&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Desabafo tudo o que não te posso dizer&lt;br /&gt;Na mais desenquadrada esperança que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mude&lt;br /&gt;E acordes ao meu lado sem ter de desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Como um sonho &lt;br /&gt;De poder partilhar esses pequenos pormenores&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro doce na minha face&lt;br /&gt;De escovar os dentes contigo no meu espelho a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;De matar esta sede de ti&lt;br /&gt;E te dar em retorno este olhar terno &lt;br /&gt;Que só tu me sabes fazer ter&lt;br /&gt;Repousar a minha boca na tua testa&lt;br /&gt;E dizer te &lt;br /&gt;Amor, podia esvaziar me todo pelas mãos no teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Que novos sorrisos nascerias no meu peito &lt;br /&gt;De te ver a sorrir me&lt;br /&gt;Agora quando me olho no espelho&lt;br /&gt;Os meus braços estão caidos na vontade de te querem abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Na cozinha falta me a louça desarrumada do teu pequeno almoço&lt;br /&gt;Junto a arvore de natal&lt;br /&gt;O teu presente não está la..e tanto te o queria dar&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de olhar te no teu sono de pestanas belas&lt;br /&gt;De te ouvir dizer o meu nome em sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Sabes amor é algo que tenho tatuado no peito&lt;br /&gt;E preso na garganta&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tem mais letras...o teu nome&lt;br /&gt;E entretanto sonho-te apenas&lt;br /&gt;Na minha mente vagueias protegida &lt;br /&gt;Adormeces enquanto me sobes corpo acima&lt;br /&gt;Num tactear quente meu no teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Deixo a minha mão zelosamente te afagar o cabelo&lt;br /&gt;E baixinho digo-te&lt;br /&gt;Dorme bem meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;                                                               Boas ferias&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&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/7716417061301047988-6674164654665751162?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6674164654665751162/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6674164654665751162&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6674164654665751162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6674164654665751162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-close-no-matter-how-far.html' title='So close no matter how far'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1389978810144446437</id><published>2009-12-17T05:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T05:52:53.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Só tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vztEJ01zRrs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vztEJ01zRrs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Um dia pensei que já tinha sido feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas então apareces tu&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo doce que me mudou&lt;br /&gt;Sabes meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Sentir todo este amor por ti&lt;br /&gt;Faz me sentir especial&lt;br /&gt;Grita-lo o mais alto que posso&lt;br /&gt;Faz me sentir o homem mais feliz do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Saber que ao o ouvires me sorris&lt;br /&gt;Isso faz com que o céu desça em mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada dia que passa&lt;br /&gt;As palavras parecem não serem suficientes&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de te o falar olhando&lt;br /&gt;Penso em ti pois não te posso tocar&lt;br /&gt;Sonho te pois não te posso viver-te&lt;br /&gt;Choro-te em silencio&lt;br /&gt;Pois não te posso sorrir ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Vivo-te &lt;br /&gt;Pois suspiro-te cada dia mais.&lt;br /&gt;Até já meu amor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;...quem diria que eu ia gostar de uma musica destas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1389978810144446437?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1389978810144446437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1389978810144446437&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1389978810144446437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1389978810144446437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-tu.html' title='Só tu'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-498640002613030099</id><published>2009-12-14T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T06:51:07.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tbkG6Za6w5s&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por vezes nem quero ter tempo para pensar&lt;br /&gt;Parece que oceanos nos separam&lt;br /&gt;Que o tempo nos foi roubado&lt;br /&gt;O tempo de nos podermos amar&lt;br /&gt;Nem isso não dão...&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto arder contigo...que bela chama ira dar&lt;br /&gt;Afogares o teu sorriso na minha face&lt;br /&gt;E eu as mãos nos teus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;Mas roubam-nos o tempo sinto-o as vezes&lt;br /&gt;E o que me resta&lt;br /&gt;Pensar que o destino errou&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da língua um sabor de vicio &lt;br /&gt;As minhas pernas tão débeis &lt;br /&gt;Mal aguentam um corpo já fraco&lt;br /&gt;Onde o seu maior peso arde no coração&lt;br /&gt;E se arrasta na mente&lt;br /&gt;Deixa...mais um mergulho...e por momentos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se liberta...olho a lua&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o gelo cair em mim...como um animal&lt;br /&gt;Tudo passa...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha carne vive a asfixia do sonho reprimido&lt;br /&gt;E na face o sorriso de o poder sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Afinal confesso a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Fazes me feliz.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-498640002613030099?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/498640002613030099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=498640002613030099&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/498640002613030099'/><link rel='self' 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAchKt2xjsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EAchKt2xjsw&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coração aos pulos a tentar sair de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O tremer quando falamos de um nós&lt;br /&gt;O sorrir quando te imagino a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;A inundação de luz que me transmites&lt;br /&gt;A inspiração de desejos de algo estranho em mim&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de te apenas abraçar&lt;br /&gt;De te acariciar a tua forma de anjo&lt;br /&gt;De nos momentos mais distraidos&lt;br /&gt;Romperes-me no pensamento e eu só sentir um sorriso &lt;br /&gt;Nas pausas de ti &lt;br /&gt;Falar te no silencio e dizer-te tudo que não posso&lt;br /&gt;Por debaixo de telhados vazios de ti&lt;br /&gt;Posso olhar para o alto&lt;br /&gt;E sonhar...que me ouves.&lt;br /&gt;Pega na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Pinta-nós...afinal será belo&lt;br /&gt;Pois nós... és tu e o teu tu reflectido no que sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Em nós existes mais tu que eu&lt;br /&gt;Como em tudo a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre um pouco de ti por todo lado&lt;br /&gt;Até na utopia da lua e da estrela&lt;br /&gt;Sopra-te a ti em mim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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there'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1339043598710784767</id><published>2009-12-09T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T07:03:17.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei  diz-me tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBB2OS4IoTs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eBB2OS4IoTs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Podia escrever memorias&lt;br /&gt;mas já nada me recordo digno de escrever&lt;br /&gt;Podia desenhar um belo quadro &lt;br /&gt;Sorrir e dizer que a vida é bela&lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal tudo é um sonho...um medo de acordar&lt;br /&gt;E ver que tudo apenas sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Um aglomerado de desafios por cumprir&lt;br /&gt;Um perdido sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Procuro o calor, mas não me deixo arder&lt;br /&gt;Apenas passo por uma memoria&lt;br /&gt;Esquecida...sem importância..apenas sem sentido&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentido..vida? Vida?nunca vivi vejo o agora&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o sonhei&lt;br /&gt;E o que queria viver...&lt;br /&gt;E um mundo onde não tenho lugar&lt;br /&gt;Tal como a lua..giro em volta do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Sem lhe tocar&lt;br /&gt;Sem lhe pertencer&lt;br /&gt;Apenas ronda...gira...em cálculos matemáticos&lt;br /&gt;E afinal?&lt;br /&gt;1+1=nunca será 2&lt;br /&gt;Ou se nasce 2 ou será sempre 1+1 nunca 2&lt;br /&gt;Para que tanta lógica...sao cálculos matemáticos&lt;br /&gt;Sem importância...um orbita...sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1339043598710784767?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1339043598710784767/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The superunknown...superunknown&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4217360807004843944?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4217360807004843944/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4217360807004843944&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4217360807004843944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4217360807004843944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1622841836913629309</id><published>2009-12-04T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T07:41:11.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tenho de ter cuidado com o que digo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLdJwzSbM-E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QLdJwzSbM-E&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje o mundo parece ter encolhido&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece estar reunido aqui bem dentro&lt;br /&gt;Num pobre peito que nem teu calor tem agora&lt;br /&gt;Mas...hoje que ele parece querer quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Tu não estás aqui &lt;br /&gt;Não podes apanhar estes cacos todos &lt;br /&gt;E juntar tudo de novo&lt;br /&gt;So queria que o pensamento &lt;br /&gt;Ganhasse asas ...&lt;br /&gt;Pousa-se na tua boca de anjo&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto percorrer este espaço&lt;br /&gt;De estranhas ruas&lt;br /&gt;De vazios de toque e sons&lt;br /&gt;Como se o destino nunca mais chega-se&lt;br /&gt;PErcorrer tudo isto e no final&lt;br /&gt;Ver que apenas consigo engolir a voz&lt;br /&gt;Ao dizer Amo-te&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque hoje tou como o titulo desta musica...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1622841836913629309?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1622841836913629309/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5239060472716643980</id><published>2009-12-03T07:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T07:27:47.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxfYRV2bIVI/AAAAAAAAArU/dI4NlsC0w7s/s1600-h/467302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 374px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxfYRV2bIVI/AAAAAAAAArU/dI4NlsC0w7s/s400/467302.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411031269743731026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Haverá ainda lugares onde não me faltas?&lt;br /&gt;Será que inda me restam lágrimas sem nexo&lt;br /&gt;Que não te tenha ainda chorado?&lt;br /&gt;Haverá no relógio minutos que ainda não te tenha sonhado?&lt;br /&gt;Ou palavras que ainda não me lembrem de ti?&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso pouco já conta&lt;br /&gt;Tal como perdi a conta tudo que já passou&lt;br /&gt;O que me importa é algo que o mar não me responde&lt;br /&gt;Serei eu a escrever sempre tudo isto?&lt;br /&gt;Ou o teu doce toque está aqui também&lt;br /&gt;Porque embora lá fora o tempo esteja assim&lt;br /&gt;Frio, chuvoso e tão cinzento &lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim acende-se uma luz &lt;br /&gt;Quente e amena que me percorre por todo&lt;br /&gt;Nos dedos sinto uma areia fina &lt;br /&gt;E sei que se fechar os olhos sinto o teu nome &lt;br /&gt;Gravado em conchas na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Por isso tudo isto que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Não é mais que uma tentativa &lt;br /&gt;Mais um inútil rascunho meu de te desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Não existem palavras para desenhar um anjo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sons que façam nascer um dia &lt;br /&gt;Que te faça ouvir tudo que me fazes vibrar &lt;br /&gt;Em cada batida ...em cada olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me deixo despir de mim...para ficar so o que és tu &lt;br /&gt;Assim serei mais perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto: http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Gracinha&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5239060472716643980?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5239060472716643980/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5239060472716643980&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5239060472716643980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5239060472716643980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/nao-sei.html' title='Não sei'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxfYRV2bIVI/AAAAAAAAArU/dI4NlsC0w7s/s72-c/467302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1380418849708131047</id><published>2009-12-02T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T07:45:25.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dias verdes...Dias leves...felizes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxZ9D_a1ZEI/AAAAAAAAArM/rc-aMj57JY4/s1600-h/2594163.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxZ9D_a1ZEI/AAAAAAAAArM/rc-aMj57JY4/s400/2594163.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410649509849293890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje é daqueles dias que o deserto &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Está aqui tão perto&lt;br /&gt;E eu tão sedento de ti ...&lt;br /&gt;Como te posso falar se a minha voz ficou perdida &lt;br /&gt;Por entre os segredos que murmurei aos lençóis&lt;br /&gt;E escrever-te?&lt;br /&gt;Os dedos estão moribundos&lt;br /&gt;Falta-lhes o toque na tua pele para ganharem vida&lt;br /&gt;A minha fome de ti perde-se na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo parece tão vazio&lt;br /&gt;Com tanto espaço...ALUGA-SE era o que devia dizer&lt;br /&gt;Pois tantas memorias de ti que a faltam preencher&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo está já repleto de prisões&lt;br /&gt;Onde cada palavra tua o ata mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Tão bom ficar preso a ti&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que só tu conheces estes nos e emaranhados&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto entrar nesses sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Cair dentro do teu mundo&lt;br /&gt;E ver apenas a minha sombra de mão dada com a tua&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora resta me apenas este...&lt;br /&gt;Vapor dentro dos olhos quando te penso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;...humm deve  ser tudo isto que arde cá dentro.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto : http://olhares.aeiou.pt/maryLanda&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqvcmud3LFQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Bqvcmud3LFQ&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="385" height="284"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1380418849708131047?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1380418849708131047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1380418849708131047&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1380418849708131047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1380418849708131047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/12/dias-verdesdias-levesfelizes.html' title='Dias verdes...Dias leves...felizes'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxZ9D_a1ZEI/AAAAAAAAArM/rc-aMj57JY4/s72-c/2594163.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6831484865232514618</id><published>2009-11-30T07:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T08:15:19.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As vezes é preciso ter sorte mesmo....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxPevc2UvMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hQxLlzpSPGA/s1600/2900035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxPevc2UvMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hQxLlzpSPGA/s400/2900035.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409912484181359810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Por vezes parece que tudo já foi sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mas então porque quero mais&lt;br /&gt;Tem dias em que o sol me faz abrir um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Então porque não te o mostro mais vezes&lt;br /&gt;Porque não ganho asas até ti&lt;br /&gt;Levado pelo vento de esperança de que me vejas&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo foi já vivido entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Porque não se me estilhaça o coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me doem os braços &lt;br /&gt;De te abraçar no vazio do quarto&lt;br /&gt;O frio que me despe a pele&lt;br /&gt;Apenas reforça a falta ado teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Se o verter de cada lágrima da tua distancia&lt;br /&gt;Só me relembra todas as alegrias que me presenteias&lt;br /&gt;Se lamento algo é o tremer ao som da tua voz&lt;br /&gt;Que cada vez é menos e menos presente&lt;br /&gt;O meu suspirar fazer calar que te amo &lt;br /&gt;Pois nada sai da garganta nem um simples som&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que me dizes boa noite nesse sorriso &lt;br /&gt;E na mais calma das noites longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Penso no temporal que me farias cair no peito&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua cabeça pousada nos meu braços &lt;br /&gt;E deixar cair o teu sorriso no meu olhar&lt;br /&gt;A tua vida na minha solidão real&lt;br /&gt;Mas que tu inundas em segredo...só tu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : http://olhares.aeiou.pt/4hp &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bem só faltava mesmo era isto...acordar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/B1T8xgHdMEM&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Revoltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6831484865232514618?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6831484865232514618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6831484865232514618&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6831484865232514618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6831484865232514618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/as-vezes-e-preciso-ter-sorte-mesmo.html' title='As vezes é preciso ter sorte mesmo....'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SxPevc2UvMI/AAAAAAAAAq8/hQxLlzpSPGA/s72-c/2900035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5976859918099130836</id><published>2009-11-27T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T06:05:02.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dia de cinzas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKQWkTK-JA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fKQWkTK-JA4&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="345" height="264"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tao longe de ti &lt;br /&gt;De te poder fazer sentir ...&lt;br /&gt;Esta enorme mala de viagem repleta de tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;De muitas palavras que dançam no olhar&lt;br /&gt;De beijos palpáveis que fazem brincar o peito apertado&lt;br /&gt;Com melodias de suspirantes e me fazem secar a garganta&lt;br /&gt;De desejos....&lt;br /&gt;Como cheirar o teu corpo em pulsassões de fogo&lt;br /&gt;Vaguear te o olhar enquanto insisto em te despentear&lt;br /&gt;De penhorares o meu coração em troca do teu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Ficar refém em ti e de ti&lt;br /&gt;Afinal hoje...sim &lt;br /&gt;Queria arder contigo &lt;br /&gt;Sem precisarmos de chama&lt;br /&gt;Não quero cinzas no final&lt;br /&gt;...e afinal estou longe ti&lt;br /&gt;E apenas chove gotas de saudades &lt;br /&gt;Tao límpidas que te vejo em cada um delas&lt;br /&gt;E então...porque? &lt;br /&gt;Bem tal como titulo desta musica&lt;br /&gt;Sleep Now in the Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&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/7716417061301047988-5976859918099130836?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5976859918099130836/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5976859918099130836&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5976859918099130836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5976859918099130836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/dia-de-cinzas.html' title='Dia de cinzas?'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-9171206104737646394</id><published>2009-11-24T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T07:23:27.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 ª Parte.Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Swvi4F_v1AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/J7C8jxxV2Ek/s1600/2339291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 373px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Swvi4F_v1AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/J7C8jxxV2Ek/s400/2339291.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407665230898516994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Finalmente acorda &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beatriz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Parece que ainda foi ontem.A confusão e desnorte é tal que se apressa para ver o calendário.Mas Confirma o que já sabia.Passaram já 5 anos desde que se lembrou do que foi um dia ver nascer sol.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sentiu a presença de &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Enrique&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; no seu pensamento.Cinco anos...Há tanto tempo que já não pensava nisto.Relembrou então aquele pressentimento...alguém que caia num abismo...Como sempre,tentou não dar grande importância, voltou rapidamente a sua rotina.Mais um dia pela frente igual a outros, mesmo sendo um fim de semana, até ai parece que já nada muda, apenas os locais.Mas hoje está decidida a visitar a praia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;No fundo sei que estava melhor se tivesse caido mesmo do abismo, estou tão vazio...falta me algo...dizer algo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mar hoje parece tão calmo.Uma serenidade que até me faz mal, sentir coisas pouco normais em mim.Cada onda calma e macia...como me pode então algo assim quebrar toda esta minha rigidez que tanto faço por ser. Este salgado mar trazer me a mente coisas tão doces que não sou.Porque desta necessidade estranha de sentir o calor destas ondas e vento na face,sabendo eu que está frio, e que embora sereno me iria fazer sentir explosões nada comuns em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;-Pensa Beatriz com um olhar no infinito mar.Numa ansia de rasgar tudo isso depressa da sua mente, decide caminhar perto do mar e observar que lá passa&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para em frente a uma silhueta algo familiar, que pressentindo que esta a ser observado de volta de frente para ela...sorri, com um olhar de mil sonhos doces e ainda algo molhados pelas lágrimas.Chega-se bem perto de Beatriz e diz-lhe ao ouvido.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;-Não me reconheces?O meu olhar continua a sonhar te como sempre.Cai no abismo que abriste em mim, cai cai mas tu não me deixas estatelar no chão.Tudo aquilo que me dizias antes elevou-me de volta ao inicio da estrada.Cada memoria, cada palavra segurou me e fez alimentar de vida até hoje.Sei que embora não precise de te o dizer, pois sabes o bem, gosto de o dizer mesmo que não o queiras.Sim ainda te amo como sempre amei Beatriz.Porque nem o tempo apaga a tua forma de ser tão doce de seres comigo, apenas comigo, que tanto amo.Bons sonhos Beatriz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anoiteceu.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Beatriz sorri...porque? não sabe, apenas sente se em paz novamente...sem saber se dorme mais uma vez e tudo isto é um sonho ou real...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto: olhares.aeiou.pt/Anyneva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fedu-j%2Fsundaynov"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fedu-j%2Fsundaynov" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-9171206104737646394?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/9171206104737646394/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=9171206104737646394&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9171206104737646394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9171206104737646394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/finalmente-acorda-beatriz.html' title='5 ª Parte.Fim'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Swvi4F_v1AI/AAAAAAAAAq0/J7C8jxxV2Ek/s72-c/2339291.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2548847682764671941</id><published>2009-11-17T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T07:26:15.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4º Parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fedu-j%2Fnov-adm&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=1fe861"&gt; &lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt; &lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fsoundcloud.com%2Fedu-j%2Fnov-adm&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=false&amp;amp;color=1fe861" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;   &lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/edu-j/nov-adm"&gt;Nov adm&lt;/a&gt;  by  &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/edu-j"&gt;Edu-j&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Passaram se apenas algumas horas na sua vida, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mas para Beatriz tudo esta agora mais silencioso.&lt;br /&gt;Repousa,finalmente agora de um dia que tem tanto de risos como de vazio.Numa interminável rotina de destino marcado, não por ela, mas por tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E como o belo rio que hoje visitou , também a sua vida segue o seu rumo, sem saber como , apenas vai talhando o seu percurso, sem pedir nem controlo.&lt;br /&gt;Tal como as gotas de chuva que caiem no rio, sabem que vão acabar no mar, mas nunca se aglomeraram com o resto da agua que corre sem porquês para o mar.&lt;br /&gt;Algumas gotas...perguntam o porque, tal como Beatriz um dia fez um dia.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje no repouso do seu belo quarto branco, imaculado como tudo...perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Algo esta errado dentro dela.Perguntas surgem inesperadamente,sobre as suas escolhas. De dentro de si um acumulado de sentimentos querem explodir, tudo a parece agora assombrar o pensamento.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo no seu quarto esta no perfeito sitio, mas algo falta.&lt;br /&gt;Parece que falta uma voz...algo ou alguém com quem partilhou tudo isto.&lt;br /&gt;Uma memoria, um passado , uma ilusão.Inconsciente se deixa adormecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"de onde me vem tudo isto.Tao errado , tão constante.Como pode algo tão errado me fazer sentir assim tão diferente.De onde vem todos estes sabores que me correm nos lábios, se nada tocaram. Porque me falta o teu abraço. Tudo esta errado eu sei, mas porque me parece nada estar tão bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Impaciente com ela mesma, salta da cama. Abre a janela , numa ansia de ouvir o som que não chega. Apenas a chuva se precipita na sua face.&lt;br /&gt;Uma face que tanto iluminou tudo, o seu olhar sereno, agora está ansioso sem motivo. O corpo nem sente o frio ...Nem luzes se vêem da janela , apenas uma grande lua prateada.Distante e tão perto ao mesmo tempo...perto de um dia escuro e silencio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Por vezes parece que vivo outra vida, por vezes tudo me da uma estranha sensação de já ter vivido mais qualquer coisa.Não pode ser apenas isto que tou a viver agora.&lt;br /&gt;Foi tudo apenas um sonho? parece que sim. Nada disto faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca notei o vazio do meu quarto, nem a falta de mexer no meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Não não foi um sonho, é um pesadelo que me leva fora de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Culpa, angustia...sonho"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levemente fecha a janelas...cai cansada na cama, de relance olha para as horas.Uma hora anormalmente incomum para ela.Finalmente decide que é mais fácil adormecer e amanha tudo não passará de mais um dia sem historia e este turbilhão de sentimentos já serão passado. &lt;br /&gt;Antes mesmo do ultimo pestanejar sente que algo partiu...alguém caiu&lt;/strong&gt;&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/7716417061301047988-2548847682764671941?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2548847682764671941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2548847682764671941&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2548847682764671941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2548847682764671941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/nov-adm-by-edu-j-passaram-se-apenas.html' title='4º Parte'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1200295267856434289</id><published>2009-11-11T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T09:06:04.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intervalo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xfvs6KbmOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3xfvs6KbmOM&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Apenas mais um intervalo, numa explosao de emoçoes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Amor&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Medo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Angustia&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Confusão &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;E tudo se vai misturando num confronto de certos e errados...&lt;/p&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/7716417061301047988-1200295267856434289?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1200295267856434289/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1200295267856434289&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1200295267856434289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1200295267856434289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/intervalo.html' title='Intervalo'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-555214791720479506</id><published>2009-11-09T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T07:09:03.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=142284639&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=142284639&amp;amp;width=1337" height="360" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/142284639/"&gt;Suicide&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;O dia está tão cinzento hoje pensa Enrique&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enquanto caminha pelas ruas ainda nuas de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E o sol se tenta levantar por entre a tempestade, ele para.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Olha um folha de Novembro caida no passeio frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Molhada , enrugada, sem vida...deslizando na chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Olha em redor não há vento, nem pessoas, nem calor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Tudo está parado menos ele e aquela folha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Apercebe-se que será o ultimo dia daquela folha.Tal como talvez o dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Relembra-se agora, faz hoje 11 anos que ergueu a bandeira da sua independência.Uma simples peça de dominó que saiu com sonhos sem cair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Mas agora Enrique, olha-se no reflexo de uma mostra atrás de si.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Sou afinal mais do que algumas vez sonhei. Com tudo aquilo que nem pensei capaz de um dia ter capacidade de realizar.Ultrapassei tudo sem me tornar alguém como as que obrigaram a reclamar a minha independência.Vivi cada dia como uma bênção.Cada gota de vida , eu bebi sem olhar para trás, nem pensar nas consequências.É magnifico como tudo se transformou para mim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enrique , sorri , mas não se sente alegre.Olha em redor e a folha, já tinha desaparecido.E agora só ele permanece real e vivo , num mundo parado, tudo parece um fotografia. Tudo esta imóvel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Apenas um frio gélido que vem de dentro. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Mas de que estou eu tão seguro de mim? Afinal não há mais do que isto?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não há nada alem disto para mim? E tal como o meu reflexo na montra...Estou apenas sozinho...frio e sem vida.Apenas um reflexo de um corpo, não de mim."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Corre em frente numa fúria com ele mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Rodopia , cai... grita mas ninguém o ouve, preso num circulo de tempo que não passa, Enrique aprende que nada é afinal como ele sonhou.Apenas se arrasta num mundo onde não há mais lugar para ele , nem para os seus sonhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Enfim desiste de correr para o mesmo sitio vezes e vezes sem conta, senta-se cansado dele mesmo, no mesmo sitio onde antes se encontrava a deslizar a folha de Novembro.Sente um aperto forte. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Afinal não me esqueci dessa folha, talvez alguém também um dia se lembre do meu deslizar. E de quanto esvoacei na minha queda do céu em direcção ao chão frio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Até ao dia que não me sentires a rodopiar a tua volta...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vez me cair Beatriz?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Levanta-se, acende um cigarro.Olha para o céu e apenas ve uma linda esfera prateada, tão perfeita.Cada vez mais pequena...Enrique cai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto: http://m-fm.deviantart.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-555214791720479506?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/555214791720479506/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=555214791720479506&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/555214791720479506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/555214791720479506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/3-parte.html' title='3 Parte'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8027374276639391581</id><published>2009-11-06T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T08:27:07.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2 ª parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="423"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=131001358&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=131001358&amp;amp;width=1337" height="423" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/131001358/"&gt;My paradise&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;São ainda horas de sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Acordo com o sol a bater me na face&lt;br /&gt;No peso de um passado tão igual a hoje&lt;br /&gt;Perco a vista num olhar profundo em mim mesma &lt;br /&gt;No que sou,fui e afinal...nunca sonhei ser outra coisa&lt;br /&gt;Nem isto tão pouco...&lt;br /&gt;O corpo está me hoje mais destilado de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;No correr da sombra sinto falta de mim até ao espelho&lt;br /&gt;Um sensação estranha de não estar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Como senti-se necessidade de chorar alguém mas não sei quem é&lt;br /&gt;Arremesso a porta e ....&lt;br /&gt;No espelho uma pessoa mais velha me quer falar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto necessidade de a ouvir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sabes Beatriz, não tenhas medo.&lt;br /&gt;A pessoa que ves morreu há muito, pouco viveu&lt;br /&gt;Tinha boas memorias de dias felizes&lt;br /&gt;De esperanças e sonhos onde ser livre e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E viver apenas sentir se ela mesma livre de julgamentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas morreu.Assassinada numa rajada trovejante de setas &lt;br /&gt;Apunhalada por quem mais lhe é mais próxima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beatriz apenas sorri... e diz&lt;br /&gt;-Essa não conheço, porque me contas isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Porque há prisões de onde nunca se sai&lt;br /&gt;Por mais belo que pintes as paredes, o cubo continua o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;A amarras da vida seguram-te nele, e se sorrires ele te logo esbofeteia com o a realidade que não podes sonhar, pois tudo ta escrito, por alguém que não tu.&lt;br /&gt;Porque há vidas que apenas se deixam cair no adormecer da vida&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo passa por um simples viver sem rumo , mas com destino  já marcado.&lt;br /&gt;Não me conheces ainda?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como se de uma ordem se trata-se a figura desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;O barulho do amanhecer em casa e da rotina de sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que Beatriz abra os olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal estava ainda na cama a olhar o arco-íris , algo familiar pela janela.Mas sem memoria de jamais o ter visto. Como pode ser?&lt;br /&gt;Um estranho Déjà vu nunca sentido.Como tudo o resto que a rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Nada se sente , apenas esta presente.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia longo a espera, igual a tantos outros.Nada muda apenas se aperta cada vez mais os espaços de sonhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Porque penso nisto então ?&lt;br /&gt;Se não vivi nada disto, como me lembro disto?&lt;br /&gt;Porque me sinto assim? Não tenho memoria de nada, mas algo me faz sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Bate se a porta do carro , Beatriz olhar para trás, para ver quem?&lt;br /&gt;Nem ela sabe...E num sorrir inexplicável diz ao retrovisor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Até já então.Irei voltar a ver te sim.&lt;br /&gt;Na irreal sensação te voltar a ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;E apenas sente um calor imenso na face...ouve um som de ondas...&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente acorda, na praia que tanto a rodeia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tudo foi apenas sonho..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;estranho pensa Beatriz..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;parecia uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : http://m-fm.deviantart.com/gallery/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8027374276639391581?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8027374276639391581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8027374276639391581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8027374276639391581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8027374276639391581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/2-parte.html' title='2 ª parte'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3749686671847744348</id><published>2009-11-04T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T05:33:40.434-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...intervalo ou teatro já sem palco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="325" height="244"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg44qKSbsdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qg44qKSbsdQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque demente sempre fui.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E no limite da mente sempre me encontrei, por algum motivo lá tambem entras-te.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Porque na demencia do irracional gosto de ficar...No intervalo da vida me deixo ficar e no sonho que fui tambem. Um Palco sem actores...um sonho sem vida.Ganhou vida mas agora esfuma-se no intervalo com o teatro por completar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3749686671847744348?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3749686671847744348/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3749686671847744348&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3749686671847744348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3749686671847744348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/11/intervalo-ou-teatro-ja-sem-palco.html' title='...intervalo ou teatro já sem palco'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3089524749401378023</id><published>2009-10-29T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T07:35:07.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1º Parte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="630"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=133560778&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=133560778&amp;amp;width=1337" height="630" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/133560778/"&gt;SEC XXI 2&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Enrique cai perdido no chão&lt;br /&gt;Adormecido ... mas porque se está a ver-se então?&lt;br /&gt;Será ele aquele caido..então quem é este que ve o seu eu?&lt;br /&gt;Sente se a decair...calmamente cai junto ao seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Sente a seu lado..respira fundo e observa o seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;O resto está agora tão escuro&lt;br /&gt;Tao silencioso...nem vento se faz soar&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o relógio se nota&lt;br /&gt;tic-tac.tic-tac&lt;br /&gt;Pacifico o seu bater que o faz relaxar&lt;br /&gt;Enrique repara agora numa luz brilhante diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não é apenas luz , sente-se no som do relógio&lt;br /&gt;Como um nevoeiro espesso mas suave e livre&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha a sua volta já não ve o seu corpo caido ao seu lado &lt;br /&gt;Estarei dentro de mim novamente?&lt;br /&gt;Pergunta-se meio assustado mas no-entanto em paz com o que o rodeia&lt;br /&gt;A sua mente parece dividida em duas&lt;br /&gt;O seu consciente relaxado nesta luz&lt;br /&gt;E a outra a girar em círculos no seu passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas sente que falta uma parte dela...&lt;br /&gt;Em desespero tenta encontrar e ver esses momentos&lt;br /&gt;Luta consigo mesmo e com a sua mente dividida para os ver&lt;br /&gt;Tanto que nem reparou que novamente esta fora do seu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo mudou&lt;br /&gt;Ve-se perdido, em sonhos nunca vistos&lt;br /&gt;Apenas algo que apenas deixou em palavras, em escritos&lt;br /&gt;Será que ele esta a ver o que eu não estou?&lt;br /&gt;E a luz pacifica onde está? o relógio não bate agora&lt;br /&gt;Estas cores tão familiares? &lt;br /&gt;Voltou a si novamente...ao seu corpo dormente&lt;br /&gt;Calmo sem medo nem desejos&lt;br /&gt;Esses estão agora a voar a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscando-lhe a luz suave&lt;br /&gt;Mas a medida que se vão tudo se torna mais óbvio&lt;br /&gt;Tao claro e simples e brilhante que quase o deixa cego&lt;br /&gt;E o corpo não o consegue mexer...nem precisa apercebe-se&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente cai em si&lt;br /&gt;A reviver a felicidade que viveu&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que amou esta presente em seu sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Relaxado abraço a verdade futura&lt;br /&gt;Num breve cintilar de realidade apercebe-se e pensa:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que irei viver através de ti&lt;br /&gt;Irei aprender através da tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Serei feliz em ti...vivo em ti&lt;br /&gt;E em mim viverá algo que finalmente é livre&lt;br /&gt;Quebrou o selo da imortalidade através de mim&lt;br /&gt;Numa realidade parcial e inconstante&lt;br /&gt;Porque nos iremos voltar a sentir ai&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nos vamos voltar ver&lt;br /&gt;Minha amiga, meu amor, minha companheira.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Um estridente barulho &lt;br /&gt;Enrique abre os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Acordei , mas não estava a dormir...estranho - pensa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto : http://m-fm.deviantart.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3089524749401378023?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3089524749401378023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3089524749401378023&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3089524749401378023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3089524749401378023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/10/1-parte.html' title='1º Parte'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4191489712243175692</id><published>2009-10-16T06:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T09:14:31.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paraiso sem cor</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sth7JKSzA1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/niR2Ce6E1tk/s1600-h/3744185308_cb6f550546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sth7JKSzA1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/niR2Ce6E1tk/s400/3744185308_cb6f550546.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393195951088403282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Seja eu o caminho que me for entregue&lt;br /&gt;Caminharei de olhos rasgados &lt;br /&gt;Onde o sorriso não rompe por entre o calafrio da saudade&lt;br /&gt;A garganta enruga tudo o que te calo&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que queira cansar a minha voz no teu ouvido&lt;br /&gt;O colar de sonhos  trava-me a respiração&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos que tremem no raiar do dia &lt;br /&gt;Apontam para o caminho que não posso ir&lt;br /&gt;As mãos seguram o peito já dele cada dia mais pequeno&lt;br /&gt;Tem lá dentro apenas um pequeno desejo&lt;br /&gt;De acordar mais um dia &lt;br /&gt;E descobrir que afinal ainda existe um arco íris&lt;br /&gt;Um céu sorridente e uma primavera colorida em ti&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a respirar as palavras imparáveis &lt;br /&gt;Que me faziam soltar as que te fazem dançar no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes devia poder-se prender um no tempo&lt;br /&gt;E voltar a ele sempre&lt;br /&gt;Porque tenho dias que mais não vivo se não um passado&lt;br /&gt;Ou será ele presente e futuro&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o tempo é uma espiral sem pontas&lt;br /&gt;Sem começo nem fim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez se for bem dócil na viagem&lt;br /&gt;Nem me sintas partir &lt;br /&gt;E me leves contigo nas noites dos intervalos de medos&lt;br /&gt;E volte afinal numa memoria &lt;br /&gt;A um lugar de regresso eterno&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;object width="240" height="185"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEHNvxkVvqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEHNvxkVvqc&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="240" height="185"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto :http://www.flickr.com/photos/kestna/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4191489712243175692?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4191489712243175692/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4191489712243175692&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4191489712243175692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4191489712243175692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/10/paraiso-sem-cor.html' title='Paraiso sem cor'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sth7JKSzA1I/AAAAAAAAAqs/niR2Ce6E1tk/s72-c/3744185308_cb6f550546.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3721806716731954745</id><published>2009-10-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T07:25:41.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um tempo que fui.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="610"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id=132467384&amp;amp;width=1337"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://backend.deviantart.com/embed/view.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="450" flashvars="id=132467384&amp;amp;width=1337" height="610" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/132467384/"&gt;The light 2&lt;/a&gt; by ~&lt;a class="u" href="http://m-fm.deviantart.com/"&gt;M-FM&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;deviant&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/"&gt;ART&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Os círculos de luz pontuam a minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;O relógio faz ecoar memorias do que perdi&lt;br /&gt;E na minha fuga da realidade&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me abraçar pela minha loucura&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo que já foi&lt;br /&gt;De um tempo que nunca existiu&lt;br /&gt;Como areia que cai na praia&lt;br /&gt;Tento não descobrir os adeus que deixei por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que me aguarda...definho apenas quieto&lt;br /&gt;No meu próprio circulo ...&lt;br /&gt;Sem tempo para voltar atrás nem tempo para o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me sinto a expirar&lt;br /&gt;De mão atadas em macios lenços verdes&lt;br /&gt;Sem os poder ver..nem sentir o seu calor de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Um dia esqueci-me do que era&lt;br /&gt;Um dia ...há um tempo pensei que podia ser normal&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei...Acordo agora&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o que fui planos e sonhos que nunca mereci&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num tempo em que fui ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Apenas isso...de volta agora ao meu berço frio&lt;br /&gt;Onde sempre vivi...sem sentimentos &lt;br /&gt;Nem isso mereci...sinto apenas o calor desta luz&lt;br /&gt;Que me banha a cara&lt;br /&gt;Num qualquer sitio sombrio...onde nada faz diferença&lt;br /&gt;O meu tempo já passou...e o meu olhar também.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo em que pensei que te fazia feliz&lt;br /&gt;E o olhar que morreu no tempo em que eu fui.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto : http://m-fm.deviantart.com/&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(Há fotos que por vezes tocam...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3721806716731954745?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3721806716731954745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3721806716731954745&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3721806716731954745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3721806716731954745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/10/um-tempo-que-fui.html' title='Um tempo que fui.'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5870794830542028588</id><published>2009-09-17T08:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T08:05:15.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé es tu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SrJPMIPJlCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iM9f3EYCN-A/s1600-h/2868067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 261px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SrJPMIPJlCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iM9f3EYCN-A/s400/2868067.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382451574449214498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cansado...vou pensando...vagueando&lt;br /&gt;Significados, crenças, Deus&lt;br /&gt;Ter fé em algo que não está presente&lt;br /&gt;Mas que que de certo modo vive em nós&lt;br /&gt;Que nos mostra a verdade e a felicidade &lt;br /&gt;E ainda assim temos a fraqueza de duvidar &lt;br /&gt;Sentimos-nos mais próximos &lt;br /&gt;Ao ver um belo por de sol&lt;br /&gt;E a esperança em cada nascer&lt;br /&gt;Em cada florir de tudo que tantas vezes nem reparamos&lt;br /&gt;Alguém com quem falamos quando precisamos&lt;br /&gt;Que nos acompanha a cada passo e nos da força&lt;br /&gt;A quem sorrimos sem saber porque&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não pode ser...Deus não existe&lt;br /&gt;Se é ele assim tão perfeito e divino&lt;br /&gt;Teria de ter a tua forma perfeita&lt;br /&gt;A tua face bela e doce &lt;br /&gt;A tua voz de anjo viciante&lt;br /&gt;E por fim não é ele que me faz sentir tudo isto que descrevi&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim tu e a tua maneira de ser.&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia é sou mais ...&lt;br /&gt;Uma manha cheia de incertezas e esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Com azafama do que fazer o resto do dia&lt;br /&gt;A tarde de acalmia e resoluções&lt;br /&gt;Com os planos e resolver de duvidas&lt;br /&gt;Com o deitar da noite tudo se decide&lt;br /&gt;Deixa se para trás o que ficou por fazer&lt;br /&gt;E sorri-se para o lazer e prazer&lt;br /&gt;E a vida é assim como um dia&lt;br /&gt;A minha manha já foi...a tarde passou-se&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor já vejo o sol a por-se nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;Digo lhe adeus &lt;br /&gt;Só queria abraçar a noite contigo&lt;br /&gt;Queria...&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos...vaguear...aqui estou eu...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qalGpn8mFao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qalGpn8mFao&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Foto : http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Anyneva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5870794830542028588?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5870794830542028588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5870794830542028588&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5870794830542028588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5870794830542028588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/09/fe-es-tu.html' title='Fé es tu'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SrJPMIPJlCI/AAAAAAAAAp4/iM9f3EYCN-A/s72-c/2868067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2227080204044560081</id><published>2009-09-15T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:47:08.057-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sq-MqevW8HI/AAAAAAAAApY/pR3e7NvNzqc/s1600-h/2868054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 262px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sq-MqevW8HI/AAAAAAAAApY/pR3e7NvNzqc/s400/2868054.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381674741165125746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não me sinto a gritar &lt;br /&gt;Estas ruas por onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Não existem&lt;br /&gt;Apenas as desenho a medida que vou caminhando&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver a realidade&lt;br /&gt;As ruas e os passeios &lt;br /&gt;São aqueles que não te das conta no teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que de manha te dizem bom dia e não ouves&lt;br /&gt;Nem sentes o calor do sol reflectir &lt;br /&gt;Em cada janela em cada carro que cruzas&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo isso eu tento desenhar&lt;br /&gt;Passar suave por entre as nuvens que te cobrem o céu&lt;br /&gt;Acenar em cada cruzamento &lt;br /&gt;Para que mesmo que não me vejas&lt;br /&gt;Me sintas...E dizer te apenas Bom Dia&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que desenho esta manha são alegres&lt;br /&gt;Continuam indiferentes a mim &lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje olho-as com a alegria de te amar&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo nesta saudade teimosa&lt;br /&gt;Preenches me &lt;br /&gt;Não...não quero abrir os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vou irreal...vou sonhar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Gritar em suspiros de quem dorme docemente&lt;br /&gt;A desenhar a tua rotina&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha não tem piada...não estás aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me então neste pequeno banco por instantes...&lt;br /&gt;Tiro a mascara...abraço o novo dia sem tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E antes de a voltar ao teatro da vida real&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-te este bom dia&lt;br /&gt;Sorri para mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto :http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Anyneva &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2227080204044560081?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2227080204044560081/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2227080204044560081&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2227080204044560081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2227080204044560081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-me-sinto-gritar-estas-ruas-por-onde.html' title='Tentar'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sq-MqevW8HI/AAAAAAAAApY/pR3e7NvNzqc/s72-c/2868054.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-735230683976801009</id><published>2009-09-11T06:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T06:13:24.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Não é um pedido desculpas...apenas um Obrigado</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpMnLLliSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LppP-iWa-HY/s1600-h/2914870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpMnLLliSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LppP-iWa-HY/s400/2914870.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380196940747475234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tentamos tudo e tudo não chega...&lt;br /&gt;Dá uma vontade de começar de novo e tentar não errar&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que já vivi tentei concertar-me&lt;br /&gt;Um relógio partido que teimava em não dar horas&lt;br /&gt;Cometi erros...passei por momentos dificilmente&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassei tudo...menos tu&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tudo afinal fosse fácil&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho que o pior já tinha passado&lt;br /&gt;Afinal não superei nada&lt;br /&gt;Não sou assim tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Parto-me facilmente na mesma&lt;br /&gt;Desperdicei tudo que me deste&lt;br /&gt;E porque? porque sou uma criança ainda&lt;br /&gt;Nunca serei assim tão forte como tu&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fiz nada antes que me possa orgulhar&lt;br /&gt;Mas contigo...só aponto aos pés e disparo&lt;br /&gt;Uma e outra vez sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso que na minha vida já tinha batido no fundo antes&lt;br /&gt;...afinal estava tão errado.&lt;br /&gt;Agora contigo sim, elevaste-me e eu teimei em cair&lt;br /&gt;Estatelado no chão...e ainda tentei cavar mais fundo&lt;br /&gt;Tantos erros...tanta luz me deste para me guiar &lt;br /&gt;Prometi aprender com os erros&lt;br /&gt;Prometi não duvidar de ti&lt;br /&gt;Prometi ser te sempre presente&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje não aprendi a cumprir isso&lt;br /&gt;Tantas foram as vezes que te tentei ajudar &lt;br /&gt;Mas afinal que precisar de concerto era eu.&lt;br /&gt;...sou apenas um menino perdido &lt;br /&gt;Sem passado e sem futuro&lt;br /&gt;Não existo sequer..arrasto apenas os dias&lt;br /&gt;Um dia serás feliz como mereces&lt;br /&gt;E brilharas mais forte ainda que tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sentado a janela verei te esse brilho no céu&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte que outra estrela&lt;br /&gt;Que parecera a única no céu&lt;br /&gt;Feliz irei suspirar...e me apagar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto: http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Gracinha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-735230683976801009?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/735230683976801009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=735230683976801009&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/735230683976801009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/735230683976801009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-e-um-pedido-desculpasapenas-um.html' title='Não é um pedido desculpas...apenas um Obrigado'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpMnLLliSI/AAAAAAAAAoA/LppP-iWa-HY/s72-c/2914870.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-812465031191775385</id><published>2009-09-11T05:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T05:36:57.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu mesmo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpEDGr387I/AAAAAAAAAn4/gv_SSAK1L3Q/s1600-h/2160344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpEDGr387I/AAAAAAAAAn4/gv_SSAK1L3Q/s400/2160344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380187524972409778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bem um pouco de eu mesmo aqui.&lt;br /&gt;Até porque já não sou o mesmo que era quando comecei este blog.Tal como eu, suponho que muitos dos que aqui me visitam, já se devem ter questionado, o porque disto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de escrever, escrevo coisas que sinto outras nem tanto, mas ultimamente sim tenho escrito mais o que sinto, por vezes faço de uma forma confusa e tento demonstrar sentimentos, emoções que não existe descrição possível, dai eu as comprar tanta vez com algo com que normalmente as pessoas se identificam, como o sorriso de quem ama-mos, não existe descrição, mas se o comparar aquele momento quando nasce o sol, aquele pequeno raiar, que nos faz inexplicavelmente sentirmos-nos pequenos, que é tão belo e acolhedor cheio de esperança, se calhar consigo assim explicar o que é ver o sorriso de quem nós ama.Mas ainda assim qual a necessidade de o meter num blog?De tornar isso publico?Podia simplesmente escrever e guardar para mim, ou então mostra-lo apenas a essa pessoa.Mas por vezes gosto de pensar que não sou o único a sentir isto, e quem sabe, alguém que me le se sinta assim, e eu faça essa pessoa a identificar-se com isto e as ajude a esclarecer ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Antes muitas vezes escrevia coisas que não sentia, agora não é bem esse o caso, e quanto mais sinto mais confuso me torno,e quem sabe alguém me le e também me ajude a mim.&lt;br /&gt;Um obrigado a todos, sei que a minha escrita vai ficar mais e mais confusa, mais desconexa.Mas ainda assim continuo a escrever, é um escape, mais uma forma de comunicar com certa pessoa, para vós fica a minha vontade de ajudar e ser ajudado.&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Foto : http://olhares.aeiou.pt/Maddie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-812465031191775385?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/812465031191775385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=812465031191775385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/812465031191775385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/812465031191775385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-mesmo.html' title='Eu mesmo'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SqpEDGr387I/AAAAAAAAAn4/gv_SSAK1L3Q/s72-c/2160344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-7044298599022241102</id><published>2009-09-08T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T06:50:53.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here ( estás sempre )</title><content type='html'>Ainda sinto falta&lt;br /&gt;Vive tão forte esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;...um enorme desejo constante de voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;De ir ao teu encontro &lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te que estas ainda mais linda&lt;br /&gt;Que sinto falta de ti...que preciso de ti&lt;br /&gt;De sorrir e...nem sabes quanto és doce para mim&lt;br /&gt;Envolver-te nos meus braços &lt;br /&gt;E esquecer tudo o resto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto me assombra docemente &lt;br /&gt;Como eu gostava de voltar a atrás...&lt;br /&gt;De te fazer todas as perguntas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir te contar todos os teus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Em doces palavras que me embriagam ainda&lt;br /&gt;Uma memoria mais forte que a minha lucidez&lt;br /&gt;Desesperadamente tento guardar algo tão simples&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te &lt;br /&gt;Como no inicio te amava...quero voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Deixa me voltar atrás...a esses dias &lt;br /&gt;Em que era tão fácil fazer te feliz&lt;br /&gt;Tornou-se agora uma incerteza se te fiz mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Agarro-me a essa crença e ao desejo de voltar ai&lt;br /&gt;A esses momentos em que te fiz feliz&lt;br /&gt;Em que fui algo que não sabia poder ser&lt;br /&gt;Intensamente completo e transparentemente feliz&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto voltar atrás&lt;br /&gt;Fazer-te feliz apenas por te amar&lt;br /&gt;E dizer-te o quanto és única.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgJ1G2KoitI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kgJ1G2KoitI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim é algo....&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei explicar&lt;br /&gt;Nao consegui perceber nada&lt;br /&gt;Sim ha coisas que não tem logica&lt;br /&gt;Mas é um nó sem soluçao&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não tem como se desfazer&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre apertado &lt;br /&gt;Dois fios bem entrelaçados um no outro&lt;br /&gt;Sem explicaçao ... sem logica&lt;br /&gt;Mas existe &lt;br /&gt;Sempre presente..cada vez mais apertado&lt;br /&gt;Here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-7044298599022241102?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/7044298599022241102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=7044298599022241102&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7044298599022241102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7044298599022241102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/09/here-estas-sempre.html' title='Here ( estás sempre )'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3403201294880321711</id><published>2009-08-13T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T07:17:39.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ferias</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Cu3sUKc7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/17Cu3sUKc7w&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x234900&amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem vou de ferias&lt;br /&gt;Também preciso de sol,e para não ser so coisas tristes aqui, e porque a vida e bem alegre, deixo vos uma bela musica animada, é que fica mesmo no ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;Bem boas ferias&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3403201294880321711?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3403201294880321711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3403201294880321711&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3403201294880321711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3403201294880321711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/08/ferias.html' title='Ferias'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2151119799670621497</id><published>2009-08-12T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T06:52:44.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A musica do teu silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;object width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjaLqMdeQYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YjaLqMdeQYQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x234900&amp;amp;color2=0x4e9e00&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="450" height="360"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I won't give up &lt;br /&gt;I can't give in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up,I can't give in,&lt;br /&gt;I got me hooked up on you love&lt;br /&gt;I wan't you to known, I can't pretend &lt;br /&gt;I see you more than just a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You known i wan't you,&lt;br /&gt;To stay with me a while,&lt;br /&gt;You known is true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;I won't give up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2151119799670621497?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2151119799670621497/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2151119799670621497&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2151119799670621497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2151119799670621497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/08/musica-do-teu-silencio.html' title='A musica do teu silencio'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8951689281936087156</id><published>2009-08-03T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T05:37:55.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anemona perdida no ar</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SnbZwu8jh7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/-xB8m75UEYs/s1600-h/Anemona_by_Lunazita.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SnbZwu8jh7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/-xB8m75UEYs/s400/Anemona_by_Lunazita.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365715437317490610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gostava...por vezes até o sinto&lt;br /&gt;Um doce sabor na ponta dos dedos &lt;br /&gt;Ao desenhar te na areia molhada num dia como hoje&lt;br /&gt;E sonho-te&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-te &lt;br /&gt;Como se me desenhasses também ai...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo me cair na areia a espera da próxima onda&lt;br /&gt;Num fôlego de areia fina cheia de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;De pequenos sonhos trocados e desejos vivos&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos e aguardo que me beijes&lt;br /&gt;Antes que me acabe o ar...&lt;br /&gt;E mais um onda me embate na face&lt;br /&gt;Parece que o mar leva com ele esta saudade&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para a trazer aos milhares&lt;br /&gt;A cada onda ela vem mais forte&lt;br /&gt;A cada rebentar ouço-te e vejo te no azul do mar&lt;br /&gt;Desenhada magicamente na espuma&lt;br /&gt;Gostava...&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes até o sinto&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes até me sinto contigo ainda. &lt;br /&gt;Desenhado na areia a sorrir para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Foto : http://lunazita.deviantart.com/&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8951689281936087156?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8951689281936087156/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8951689281936087156&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8951689281936087156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8951689281936087156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/08/anemona-perdida-no-ar.html' title='Anemona perdida no ar'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SnbZwu8jh7I/AAAAAAAAAnw/-xB8m75UEYs/s72-c/Anemona_by_Lunazita.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3451464330770432415</id><published>2009-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:31:42.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letras do passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sl31qaincKI/AAAAAAAAAno/mRMXPRpmS-0/s1600-h/solidao9id.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358709240668582050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sl31qaincKI/AAAAAAAAAno/mRMXPRpmS-0/s400/solidao9id.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sento-me na beira do abismo&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o horizonte que se desvanece&lt;br /&gt;E sinto o feliz que fui&lt;br /&gt;Cada mordida de vida que recebi&lt;br /&gt;Mas tão fechado...&lt;br /&gt;Embrulhado...fechado...contorcido dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Respiro um pouco de liberdade &lt;br /&gt;Mas rapidamente me fecho cansado &lt;br /&gt;Com as correntes que prendem mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;O que é certo e errado?&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente inspira realidades diferentes aqui&lt;br /&gt;No reflexo do meu passado se junto ao futuro&lt;br /&gt;E com a brisa do abismo la em baixo&lt;br /&gt;Partilho as consequências do meu orgulho&lt;br /&gt;As decepções que impus a mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;Até a própria extinção do meu ser&lt;br /&gt;Perdi de vista a minha alma &lt;br /&gt;No nevoeiro de duvidas de mim&lt;br /&gt;Num precipício onde apenas resta um corpo gasto&lt;br /&gt;Preso..fechado...cansado&lt;br /&gt;Que quer voar&lt;br /&gt;Voar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foto : ???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3451464330770432415?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3451464330770432415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3451464330770432415&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3451464330770432415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3451464330770432415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/07/letras-do-passado.html' title='Letras do passado'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sl31qaincKI/AAAAAAAAAno/mRMXPRpmS-0/s72-c/solidao9id.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4764742934138366869</id><published>2009-03-11T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T06:46:39.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo texto.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbfAt3YBIaI/AAAAAAAAAng/vUswM8VRyms/s1600-h/2589337.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbfAt3YBIaI/AAAAAAAAAng/vUswM8VRyms/s400/2589337.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311926179698123170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida que só agora começou...fugiu tão rápido meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Todo o tempo que era nosso caiu no girar dos ponteiros&lt;br /&gt;O nosso lugar especial...está preso num campo de outros&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento é este construido de sonho&lt;br /&gt;Mas que foge de nós meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Parece que sempre tudo esteve decidido para nós&lt;br /&gt;Houve apenas um momento em que fomos um só&lt;br /&gt;Um momento que atreveria a viver para sempre&lt;br /&gt;A reviver...&lt;br /&gt;Tocar as tuas lágrimas com os meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Beber o teu olhar doce nesse lugar verde&lt;br /&gt;Com a tua voz me enchesses o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Por fim repousar o meu rosto no teu cabelo sob o dourado do sol&lt;br /&gt;Alimentar este amor mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;E ai ficar para sempre...nesse momento..&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre...mas esse momento não é hoje&lt;br /&gt;Nem amanha...nem aconteceu para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor perdoo-a me mas acho que estou a matar este amor&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor se não voltar...é porque choro...continua tu&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor bato a tua porta deixando para trás o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para nascer ... e morre num momento&lt;br /&gt;Pois nada mais me interessa.&lt;br /&gt;O corpo acorda mas a mente já morreu.&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor ...não queria morrer.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: www.olhares.com/Melissa21&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4764742934138366869?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4764742934138366869/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4764742934138366869&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4764742934138366869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4764742934138366869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/03/ultimo-texto.html' title='Ultimo texto.'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbfAt3YBIaI/AAAAAAAAAng/vUswM8VRyms/s72-c/2589337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8966480280674304718</id><published>2009-03-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T12:52:46.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser apenas feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbFkZ1fbYmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Hz3vvCF0NjE/s1600-h/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbFkZ1fbYmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Hz3vvCF0NjE/s400/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03162.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310135830664929890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desligo o meu botão de razão&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os meus olhos...tu estas aqui vou te beijar&lt;br /&gt;Corres-me no sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei como te olhar&lt;br /&gt;só te sei escrever nas paredes&lt;br /&gt;Mas estás aqui...não planeie amar-te&lt;br /&gt;...um preço pequeno a pagar&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo a perder..só tu podes ver o que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;O meu desejo ..os meus segredos&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz por te ter...por te olhar&lt;br /&gt;Todos simpatizam quando estamos tristes&lt;br /&gt;Mas porra estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sorri pois amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Sorri porque estou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sorri a vida e linda e tu existes em mim&lt;br /&gt;Não precisam estar tristes&lt;br /&gt;Não é preciso estar em baixo para se sentirem vivos&lt;br /&gt;Entrem com calma ...é fácil&lt;br /&gt;Podes entrar comigo..podem parar quando quiserem&lt;br /&gt;Voa comigo...entra num mundo onde nada e negro&lt;br /&gt;Podes usar os teus medos para viver&lt;br /&gt;Os teus sorrisos para apenas ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Em diferentes ruas....é estúpido, contagioso&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Sorri...se alguém te ama&lt;br /&gt;Porque deve ser isso profundo?&lt;br /&gt;Não é , apenas somos estúpidos de tal forma&lt;br /&gt;Que contagia todos ....com as mãos tremulas&lt;br /&gt;Com o olhar em pequenas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Apanho o que tenho...não quero perder esta luz&lt;br /&gt;Levas me para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : Platy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8966480280674304718?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8966480280674304718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8966480280674304718&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8966480280674304718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8966480280674304718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/03/ser-apenas-feliz.html' title='Ser apenas feliz'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SbFkZ1fbYmI/AAAAAAAAAnY/Hz3vvCF0NjE/s72-c/C%C3%B3pia+de+DSC03162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5165282597929100291</id><published>2009-03-02T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T07:18:52.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rendo-me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sav3nbhLerI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TZVhjMsj5N8/s1600-h/2574642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sav3nbhLerI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TZVhjMsj5N8/s400/2574642.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308608842560142002" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Um e dois e mais ..e mais&lt;br /&gt;Três e quatro...cidades.. Kilómetros ...ventos gélidos&lt;br /&gt;Olho a paisagem correr a caminho de casa&lt;br /&gt;Atreves de uma janela que parece quebrar&lt;br /&gt;Do lado de fora gritam me os teus olhares&lt;br /&gt;Em casa espera me o teu sorriso assombrar as paredes&lt;br /&gt;O brilhar nas paginas do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Que devagar se tentar agarrar a um vazio&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais deixas-te que as cinzas na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Rendo-me..numa vénia ..no chão&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo caminho que não vais pisar&lt;br /&gt;No meu interior apenas vive o reflexo de ti&lt;br /&gt;Uma imagem invertida...com um destino diferente&lt;br /&gt;Com uma paixão que me arrasa&lt;br /&gt;Cada um dos teu pequenos gestos...tão naturais&lt;br /&gt;Tão distantes...que me aquecem..que me matam&lt;br /&gt;Mas...Se soubesse cantar a única coisa saia era&lt;br /&gt;Os destinos opostos de um só amor&lt;br /&gt;Rezaria de bom grado para ti se me ouvisses...&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Entrego me ..rendo-me&lt;br /&gt;Não ves que estes joelhos dobrados&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que me dói mas sim olhos&lt;br /&gt;De te ver brilhar nestas quatro paredes pálidas&lt;br /&gt;Cheguei a casa para te ver apenas na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Não raia o sol do meu quarto na tua face.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas desejos escritos em agua salgada&lt;br /&gt;Gota a gota...&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/Melissa21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5165282597929100291?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5165282597929100291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5165282597929100291&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5165282597929100291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5165282597929100291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/03/rendo-me.html' title='Rendo-me'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Sav3nbhLerI/AAAAAAAAAnI/TZVhjMsj5N8/s72-c/2574642.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-103415473965247017</id><published>2009-03-02T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:30:48.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio Verdade vs. Mentira</title><content type='html'>Mais um desafio, desta feita fui desafiado pela PaulaPan em http://coisinhasdodia-a-dia.blogspot.com/ . Isto começa a ser uma constante lol.&lt;br /&gt;Ora em escrever 9 coisas, onde 3 delas serão mentira as quais os visitantes do meu blog tentarao adivinhar ou não ahahahah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Nao acredito em deus&lt;br /&gt;2- Detesto café&lt;br /&gt;3- Detesto conduzir&lt;br /&gt;4- Gosto de tratar os amigos por paixão e amor impossível&lt;br /&gt;5- Durmo pouco&lt;br /&gt;6- Gosto de ficar olhar para o sol quando não tenho nada para fazer&lt;br /&gt;7- Gosto muito da cidade Porto&lt;br /&gt;8- Sempre que possível prefiro andar de transportes públicos&lt;br /&gt;9- Sou viciado em telemóveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem acho que não esta nada mesmo nada difícil ver quais são as 3 mentiras ahahah.&lt;br /&gt;Bem desafio :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://soproausente.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://moonlight-wwwmoonlight.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://silent-diary.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://umportoputativo.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lupanardopensamento.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://filhadoventoedabrisa.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-103415473965247017?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/103415473965247017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=103415473965247017&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/103415473965247017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/103415473965247017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/03/desafio-verdade-vs-mentira.html' title='Desafio Verdade vs. Mentira'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5484975927201952588</id><published>2009-03-02T01:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T01:17:54.642-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esmeralda e os seus mimos</title><content type='html'>Bem tarde é certo, mas sempre com o mesmo sentido de obrigado a Esmeralda, que me mima mais do que mereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3U1QhAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/J1gPBlKnMQY/s1600-h/7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3U1QhAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/J1gPBlKnMQY/s400/7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515657154855938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3Dxi9BI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zUP_0oDGHSs/s1600-h/6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 170px; height: 169px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3Dxi9BI/AAAAAAAAAm4/zUP_0oDGHSs/s400/6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515652575884306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3KTD7yI/AAAAAAAAAmw/KnOZTvHls3A/s1600-h/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3KTD7yI/AAAAAAAAAmw/KnOZTvHls3A/s400/5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308515654327070498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem dedico estes obrigados a quem realmente os merece:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://almasdchocolate.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://moonlight-wwwmoonlight.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://miudamaizomenos.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://coisinhasdodia-a-dia.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://soproausente.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://simplespalavras27.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://coltblade.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos vocês.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5484975927201952588?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5484975927201952588/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5484975927201952588&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5484975927201952588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5484975927201952588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/03/esmeralda-e-os-seus-mimos.html' title='Esmeralda e os seus mimos'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saui3U1QhAI/AAAAAAAAAnA/J1gPBlKnMQY/s72-c/7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1861861947879155690</id><published>2009-02-26T05:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T06:01:17.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saaf2PTo3HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VBqZwgmqXrk/s1600-h/341859.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 334px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saaf2PTo3HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VBqZwgmqXrk/s400/341859.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307104965073362034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez pensei que me controlava&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez pensei que me podia perder em ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas estes limites...tentam me falar ...mas o que?&lt;br /&gt;De mãos nos bolsos caminho para mim&lt;br /&gt;Neste sol que apenas reflecte a tua cara&lt;br /&gt;Houve uma vez que eu sabia quem era eu&lt;br /&gt;Que sabia o que fazia...mas agora?&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu...não por que queira&lt;br /&gt;Mas porque sou fraco...nem depois de saber tudo&lt;br /&gt;Embrulho-me então nesta roupa&lt;br /&gt;Não é o meu frio mas o teu&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que mais?&lt;br /&gt;Podes não saber dizer..podes não querer&lt;br /&gt;Podes ate nem querer saber desta bomba no meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Mas Amo-te ...hoje numa mímica de ontem&lt;br /&gt;E amanha será igual a hoje&lt;br /&gt;Sei que houve um dia que me controlava&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apenas me perco por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Houve um dia que te amei&lt;br /&gt;Houve uma altura que sabia amar-te&lt;br /&gt;Houve um dia em que sabia onde parar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje apenas te amo sem controlo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...houve um dia em que me controlava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto:  www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1861861947879155690?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1861861947879155690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1861861947879155690&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1861861947879155690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1861861947879155690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/anarchy-in-me.html' title='Anarchy in me'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/Saaf2PTo3HI/AAAAAAAAAmo/VBqZwgmqXrk/s72-c/341859.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2262137893352683975</id><published>2009-02-24T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T11:33:26.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Não sonho...penso consciente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SaRK6gzJmHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_aLKBL2weCU/s1600-h/2522001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SaRK6gzJmHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_aLKBL2weCU/s400/2522001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306448630046627954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Saboreia o momento que passa por ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Qual é a força dessa pressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Onde ficou o saborear?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;O dançar, o voar de braço dado com o momento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apreciar que nada mais importa agora que tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Porque esta pressa?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Os meus olhos podem já estar mesmo mortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sem vida...procuram só o passado de um dia novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Todo esse tempo de sonhar somado a memoria de um beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Não fecho os olhos para não sonhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sei que que estão mortos estes olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sonho te entao acordado , conciente..desejoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;De te ver mover na cama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Adormeceres ao meu lado numa tarde como hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;E o sol espelhar a tua beleza qual mel dourado nos meus olhos mortos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eu lembro-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Eu lembro-me de sonhar com isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Consciente..sobrio..desejoso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Uma memoria que não tenho de deixar partir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Apenas saber que esse momento foi meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Sem o largar...sem nunca o largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Melissa21" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Melissa21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2262137893352683975?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2262137893352683975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2262137893352683975&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2262137893352683975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2262137893352683975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-sonhopenso-consciente.html' title='Não sonho...penso consciente'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SaRK6gzJmHI/AAAAAAAAAmg/_aLKBL2weCU/s72-c/2522001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-17538966912533330</id><published>2009-02-18T05:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T06:00:52.877-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinco horizontes vazios</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZwThcmXNAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4SkrH5TxwOo/s1600-h/2103084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZwThcmXNAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4SkrH5TxwOo/s400/2103084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304135926469309442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem controlo..sem medo de prosseguir o vazio&lt;br /&gt;Parei de tentar abrir em mim algo que não agarro&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o relógio apenas para ver que ainda e cedo&lt;br /&gt;Não sao so as horas...é tudo, tudo ..&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro nada melhor para fazer&lt;br /&gt;Aceno no escuro ..ninguém ve&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém precisa de me ver acenar para ti&lt;br /&gt;De ver encostar o rosto no ar...para que?... se nada recebo&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta do quarto mas não estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Sonho contigo..irreal eu sei...mas não consigo fazer melhor&lt;br /&gt;....corro para o carro...sem tempo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho destino..vejo o mundo acordar&lt;br /&gt;Vou ...apenas sigo....&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim com as mãos no rosto&lt;br /&gt;Não posso parar&lt;br /&gt;Olhos no chão...fujo do meu medo&lt;br /&gt;O que não me posso perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca pedi para te amar&lt;br /&gt;Não pedi nada...&lt;br /&gt;Fazes me sentir vivo quando fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu estas num vazio..parado..num horizonte de varias dimensões&lt;br /&gt;De varias cores...de varios significados&lt;br /&gt;O verde que te rodeia a alma&lt;br /&gt;O azul que surge em fundo&lt;br /&gt;O branco do teu ser..o negro da tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;...Até o dourado que me brilha no céu&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente prender nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Escapas sempre...foges por entre os dedos&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que fui..tudo que gostava de ser&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que podia ser meu..numa outra era&lt;br /&gt;Numa outra terra distante...&lt;br /&gt;Vais brilhar no céu de alguém&lt;br /&gt;No fim da minha viagem veja essa estrela que és&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eterna para alguém...ai sim poderei ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/Anyneva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-17538966912533330?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/17538966912533330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=17538966912533330&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/17538966912533330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/17538966912533330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/cinco-horizontes-vazios.html' title='Cinco horizontes vazios'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZwThcmXNAI/AAAAAAAAAmY/4SkrH5TxwOo/s72-c/2103084.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6332082879352105056</id><published>2009-02-17T05:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T06:08:44.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio da Moonlight</title><content type='html'>Ora bem a pedido de alguém que me desafiou, já agora escreve muito bem ora vejam lá http://moonlight-wwwmoonlight.blogspot.com/ , cá vai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Colocar o link de quem te indicou para o meme-selo;&lt;br /&gt;2- Escrever essas 5 regras antes de seu meme para deixar a brincadeira mais clara;&lt;br /&gt;3- Contar seis factos aleatórios sobre você (essa é a proposta da brincadeira)&lt;br /&gt;4- Indicar seis blogueiros para continuar a brincadeira;&lt;br /&gt;5- Avisar esses blogueiros que eles foram indicados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre mim...6 coisas sobre mim...não me conheço assim tão bem , mas vou tentar prometo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1- Detesto mentiras...odeio acho o mais apropriado.&lt;br /&gt;2- Adoro o Japão. a língua, a cultura, a comida...tudo.&lt;br /&gt;3- Como a brava lool, ao que como devia pesar 3 vezes mais do que peso sou um trinca espinhas&lt;br /&gt;4- As coisas que escrevo , não sou sou eu que escrevo de certa forma, é como se fosse possuido , como se aquilo que escrevo me aparece-se a minha frente e eu so copio, por isso escrevo tão depressa. quem já me viu escrever sabe do que falo.&lt;br /&gt;5- Raramente me lembro do que acabei de escrever. E dou erros como um diabo.&lt;br /&gt;6- Não minto, lool pode parecer uma qualidade mas na verdade é um defeito, e como tal não admito , não perdoo quando duvidam de mim, principalmente se for alguem que já me conheça minimamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como bonus deixo aqui uma musica, lol é a 1º vez que o faço, uma musica que descreve hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXis-EU-SIE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FXis-EU-SIE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafio&lt;br /&gt;- Blade lol ( tas fdd cmg)&lt;br /&gt;- Multiolhares&lt;br /&gt;- Annie&lt;br /&gt;- Fada da lua&lt;br /&gt;- Esmeralda (anda lá para não morrer o teu blog, andas bue caladinha lá)&lt;br /&gt;- Coração de Amores (Im)Perfeitos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6332082879352105056?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6332082879352105056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6332082879352105056&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6332082879352105056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6332082879352105056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/desafio-da-moonlight.html' title='Desafio da Moonlight'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-873990661201879681</id><published>2009-02-13T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T07:48:11.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A milhas de ti....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZWUcu20AsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9w0rPFqILTI/s1600-h/Alone_by_ocs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 372px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZWUcu20AsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9w0rPFqILTI/s400/Alone_by_ocs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302307357633807042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sombras Sombras e mais sombras&lt;br /&gt;Sao verdes, sao azuis sao negras&lt;br /&gt;Assombra-me o teu sol&lt;br /&gt;Não o quero ouvir...tenho de recusar o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que este pensamento me percorram a mente&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver-te por todo lado&lt;br /&gt;Veres me nesta confusão&lt;br /&gt;Querer ir para ti e não conseguir caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou e nada pode ser igual&lt;br /&gt;Ver estes pensamentos caminhar e agirem sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;Dar-te a mão, Beijares-me a boca&lt;br /&gt;Rasgares me a camisa...queimar a tua fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Não quero o que não me podes dar&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro caminhar na sombra&lt;br /&gt;A ouvir o teu confiante e triunfante sol&lt;br /&gt;O teu olhar que me empurra e tento resistir&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que vou acabar de joelhos&lt;br /&gt;Já não tenho mais por onde negar&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que tenho a tentação de sair da sombra&lt;br /&gt;No horizonte saboreio o calor&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas rodeado das brincadeiras de casais&lt;br /&gt;Mas a sua alegria não me é audível&lt;br /&gt;Não rompe neste coração que tatuas-te de preto&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou..mas afinal nada mudou&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sozinho...não quero o que não me podes dar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-873990661201879681?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/873990661201879681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=873990661201879681&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/873990661201879681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/873990661201879681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/milhas-de-ti.html' title='A milhas de ti....'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZWUcu20AsI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/9w0rPFqILTI/s72-c/Alone_by_ocs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8170860948510743975</id><published>2009-02-12T05:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T05:59:20.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQkfRR3IuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tUPaED-spSo/s1600-h/cultura-argentina.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQkfRR3IuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tUPaED-spSo/s400/cultura-argentina.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301902780954780386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me apenas só&lt;br /&gt;Desde o dia que te deixei e jurei voltar&lt;br /&gt;As minhas esperanças de um dia te voltar a ver&lt;br /&gt;Um superunknow&lt;br /&gt;Sem pátria...sem Deus...sem ti&lt;br /&gt;Levo te para todo lado&lt;br /&gt;Carrego te para todas as minhas viagens&lt;br /&gt;Ficas em cada sorriso que dou&lt;br /&gt;Em cada bocado de mim que planto&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje...sinto a falta de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu sabes que dia voltarei&lt;br /&gt;Um dia regresso a casa...Um dia voltarei a ver os teus campos&lt;br /&gt;Um dia volto a ver essas casas lindas que se despediram de mim&lt;br /&gt;Essas ruas em que te quero encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Passear livre nas tuas Pampas&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que deixei para trás&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de criança que chora a sua mãe&lt;br /&gt;Mas que ainda assim te desejam tudo de bom&lt;br /&gt;As saudades que tenho de ti&lt;br /&gt;A minha inocência ainda vive contigo&lt;br /&gt;E hoje sei...hoje sinto-te&lt;br /&gt;Já vi tudo que te podia mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;Vou voltar a minha casa&lt;br /&gt;Espera por minha minha Plata&lt;br /&gt;Minha Argentina..meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Minha casa...vou voltar a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQkswknVmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jXOJUqGE6Mo/s1600-h/laplata6vb2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQkswknVmI/AAAAAAAAAmA/jXOJUqGE6Mo/s400/laplata6vb2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301903012693235298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Estas agora tão diferente..será que anda conheces este teu filho?&lt;br /&gt;Cresceste mais fora de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te trouxe o peito..mas estas cada vez maior&lt;br /&gt;Será que ainda vou ver a minha rua?&lt;br /&gt;Com os meus irmãos a brincar com a bola amarela?&lt;br /&gt;As casas agarradas em circulo..como a cada passo me abraça-se...&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro quente..o teu sol carinhoso&lt;br /&gt;Vou....para ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQrCqPizII/AAAAAAAAAmI/nnxrqtCf-Dw/s1600-h/35_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQrCqPizII/AAAAAAAAAmI/nnxrqtCf-Dw/s400/35_10.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301909986021133442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Minha terra de Plata..Minha Argentina&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8170860948510743975?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8170860948510743975/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8170860948510743975&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8170860948510743975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8170860948510743975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/sinto-me-apenas-so-desde-o-dia-que-te.html' title=''/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZQkfRR3IuI/AAAAAAAAAl4/tUPaED-spSo/s72-c/cultura-argentina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1367869685387974423</id><published>2009-02-12T01:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:49:36.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio do verdusco Blade</title><content type='html'>Regras:&lt;br /&gt;1º- Agarrar no livro mais próximo&lt;br /&gt;2º- Abri-lo na página 161&lt;br /&gt;3º- Procurar a quinta frase completa&lt;br /&gt;4º- Publicar essa frase no meu blog&lt;br /&gt;5º- Passar para cinco pessoas, à escolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livro:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZPu924jEjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FccwobS7tTg/s1600-h/img.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 250px; height: 250px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZPu924jEjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FccwobS7tTg/s400/img.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301843932817330738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;// “salvação da alma”... A maneira como um teólogo, seja de Berlim ou Roma, explica,digamos, uma “passagem bíblica”, ou um acontecimento, por exemplo, a vitória do exército nacional, sob a sublime luz dos Salmos de Davi, é sempre tão ousada que faz um filólogo subir pelas paredes. //&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem desafio:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Silencio&lt;br /&gt;Esmeralda&lt;br /&gt;Multiolhares&lt;br /&gt;Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este Livro é sem duvida para mim o mais importante na descoberta de mim mesmo. Ensinou me a conhecer me , a perder a mesquinhice de pensamentos presos em pressupostos errados. Aconselho vivamente a todos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1367869685387974423?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1367869685387974423/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1367869685387974423&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1367869685387974423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1367869685387974423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/desafio-do-verdusco-blade.html' title='Desafio do verdusco Blade'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZPu924jEjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/FccwobS7tTg/s72-c/img.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6034222368395822261</id><published>2009-02-10T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:54:48.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar Cansado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZGi1bGzH0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/4kkLK0pvr3w/s1600-h/2099212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZGi1bGzH0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/4kkLK0pvr3w/s400/2099212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301197275084824386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono pesado...Sono barulhento que silencia a mente&lt;br /&gt;Deixo explodir estes silêncios em mim&lt;br /&gt;Que mais posso eu fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Nem força tenho para levantar-me deste solo áspero frio&lt;br /&gt;Enjaulado nesta cela que me gela até a vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;Descobro as vidas perdidas que me precederam&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos desfeitos enrolados em pequenas paginas que leio&lt;br /&gt;Revivo os medos do passado e morro na angustia do meu futuro&lt;br /&gt;Num sono pesado...descubro o que sou&lt;br /&gt;Quem fui e o que gostava de ter sido&lt;br /&gt;Quebrei e voltei a levantar-me vezes sem conta&lt;br /&gt;Mas desta vez já não...nada há já para viver&lt;br /&gt;Nem cacos , apenas pó fino sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Tão leve e vazio que paira no ar iluminado pelos ténues raios de luz&lt;br /&gt;...E esta raiva? este desejo de vingança? o odio que me explode nos olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de o deixar adormecer também...&lt;br /&gt;Pois temo que se renascer não irei viver..apenas existir&lt;br /&gt;Sou agora diferente...Existir apenas para acabar com a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Matar o sonho e morrer em chamas...&lt;br /&gt;Da mais sombria cela que me prender&lt;br /&gt;Sair um ser de luz infernal...num vermelho odio&lt;br /&gt;Um azul de vingança...Um amarelo de raiva&lt;br /&gt;A chama que consome tudo o que fui...tudo que me rodea&lt;br /&gt;Serei esse ser enfim..livre desta cela&lt;br /&gt;Queimar todo o verde e transforma-lo em negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: www.olhares.com/paulomed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6034222368395822261?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6034222368395822261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6034222368395822261&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6034222368395822261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6034222368395822261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/02/olhar-cansado.html' title='Olhar Cansado'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SZGi1bGzH0I/AAAAAAAAAlo/4kkLK0pvr3w/s72-c/2099212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-7682405340311378270</id><published>2009-02-04T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T06:10:32.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogos Surdos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmgZo2KenI/AAAAAAAAAlY/gPhg6PoF7Hg/s1600-h/fotos+varias+076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmgZo2KenI/AAAAAAAAAlY/gPhg6PoF7Hg/s400/fotos+varias+076.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298942798899870322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num súbito rebentar de notas&lt;br /&gt;Se forma a melodia da minha vida a minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Sai me pelo olhar para ti&lt;br /&gt;nem triste nem feliz...apenas eu&lt;br /&gt;Uma sombra de mim que um dia me subiu ao céu&lt;br /&gt;Mas como podia eu saber que a linha me levava para trás&lt;br /&gt;Como podia eu ouvir o sombrio grito que silencias em ti&lt;br /&gt;O choque da minha carne roçar ao chão&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava difuso na rotina de amar&lt;br /&gt;Todo este triunfo na busca do teu tesouro&lt;br /&gt;Esta sede de safiras brilhantes&lt;br /&gt;Tornar-se na dor sufocante e gelada&lt;br /&gt;Adormeço rápido nas sombras&lt;br /&gt;Que lentamente se foram embora&lt;br /&gt;Em busca do tesouro azul&lt;br /&gt;Como é que esta busca de azul se tornou tão gélida?&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o tesouro agora perdido&lt;br /&gt;Num medo de perder o que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Sempre o medo intoxicante de perder a coroa&lt;br /&gt;De um reino pintado de diamantes que nunca tive&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num reino que nunca foi meu&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me alojei a medo&lt;br /&gt;Como me posso ter perdido se não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu te perder se ainda vivo nessas memorias&lt;br /&gt;E eu como me posso ter perdido&lt;br /&gt;Se não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Como me posso eu te perder&lt;br /&gt;Se revivo um passado do qual não sei fugir&lt;br /&gt;Persigo a minha vida fora de mão&lt;br /&gt;A procura do teu passado que grita&lt;br /&gt;Rebolo na minha mão as safiras&lt;br /&gt;Mas já não lhes sinto o seu calor&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o seu gélido toque&lt;br /&gt;Perdido sem saber o seu rumo&lt;br /&gt;Mas e como posso eu matar algo que não sabe viver&lt;br /&gt;Até o meu futuro desaparece nas sobras que fogem por entre perdões&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa-me agora...&lt;br /&gt;Perdoa me hoje&lt;br /&gt;Como te posso eu culpar&lt;br /&gt;Se é a mim que não sei perdoar&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje que o dia se deitou e tu não estavas aqui&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que estivesses não me iras compreender&lt;br /&gt;Apenas vez a luz do teu azul&lt;br /&gt;Como podias tu ver alem desse azul nas tuas mãos&lt;br /&gt;Como podes tu culpar o passado que revivo.&lt;br /&gt;O dia que chegou e não estas aqui&lt;br /&gt;Como poderias estar...pensas no dia que não chega&lt;br /&gt;No perdão que não sabes perdoar&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que vivi&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que um dia tentou viver....perdoo o passado&lt;br /&gt;Não me perco pois não sei o meu destino&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia que revives num passado que nunca chegou....&lt;br /&gt;Nem o sol para brilhar nas safiras azuis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmgns5dISI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gbDverYJ1iQ/s1600-h/1233738891585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmgns5dISI/AAAAAAAAAlg/gbDverYJ1iQ/s400/1233738891585.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298943040505585954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And your sunshine has never come&lt;/span&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/7716417061301047988-7682405340311378270?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/7682405340311378270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=7682405340311378270&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-7475872588603976597</id><published>2009-02-04T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T05:54:30.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio</title><content type='html'>Desafio da Paula Pan (fiquei algo surpreso lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Colocar uma foto minha.&lt;br /&gt;2.Escolher um artista ou banda favorita.&lt;br /&gt;3.Responder às questões ,que se seguem, utilizando títulos de canções do tal artista ou banda escolhida.&lt;br /&gt;4.Passar o desafio a 4 pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmVOqYjSKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wq6zntappJs/s1600-h/1230032586020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmVOqYjSKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wq6zntappJs/s400/1230032586020.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298930515706071202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;loool Para sempre um simples Anon ( alem disso quem já me viu, sabe que sou feio a brava, estragava o look do blog  ahahahah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2- Banda tem que ser &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Soundgarden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3- Se sou homem ou mulher lool  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superunknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descrever -me numa musica....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Superunknow&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Spoonmen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que os outros acham de mim lool essa é boa, mas tavez &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Wave&lt;/span&gt; lol&lt;br /&gt;Ultima relação ui.... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blow Up the Outside World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde gostaria de estar agora ahahah &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Room a Thousand Years Wide&lt;/span&gt; sem duvida&lt;br /&gt;O que penso do amor&lt;span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like Suicide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como é a tua vida bem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Day I Tried to Live&lt;/span&gt; mas alterava para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Men Who Tried to Live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um desejo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kickstand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase sabia oh oh tantas lol &lt;span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dont come over here,And piss on my gate,Save it just keep it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Off my wave&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epah não desafio, quem quiser o faça por isso desafio todos lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-7475872588603976597?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYmVOqYjSKI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/wq6zntappJs/s72-c/1230032586020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8900161021001636293</id><published>2009-01-30T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T08:07:46.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Demonios e Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYMlbinahaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3yoaZo5lsto/s1600-h/21-12-2008+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYMlbinahaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3yoaZo5lsto/s400/21-12-2008+019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297118741796652450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando para trás posso me rever nas cores&lt;br /&gt;Com os meus demónios a perseguir sorridentes&lt;br /&gt;Os meus anjos ao longe olhando tristemente&lt;br /&gt;A minha frente uma sombra que me tenta puxar para baixo&lt;br /&gt;Percorro então de olhos fechados o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Para não ver que tudo se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Que negligenciei as minhas esperanças e matei sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que adianta ficar parado a olhar para eles&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não esta tudo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Corro, salto e devagar repouso de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia esbarre no meu objectivo&lt;br /&gt;De um golpe de sorte talvez encontre tudo que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nem tudo se tenha perdido&lt;br /&gt;Não nada ta perdido&lt;br /&gt;Apenas eu vagueio de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Se me vires abraça-me para saber que cheguei&lt;br /&gt;Canta me para me guiares&lt;br /&gt;Vou de olhos fechados para a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Anda tu também&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : especialmente cedida pela PLATY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8900161021001636293?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8900161021001636293/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8900161021001636293&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8900161021001636293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8900161021001636293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/01/demonios-e-anjos.html' title='Demonios e Anjos'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SYMlbinahaI/AAAAAAAAAlI/3yoaZo5lsto/s72-c/21-12-2008+019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4949999619939011461</id><published>2009-01-23T09:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T09:09:48.917-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Olhar Verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXn5n4MOOzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_ZFLGetmERk/s1600-h/2044068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXn5n4MOOzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_ZFLGetmERk/s400/2044068.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294537300444592946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me cair exausto de mim na areia&lt;br /&gt;Olho a cor das estrelas que chamam por ti&lt;br /&gt;Um verde que imanas no olhar...na vida&lt;br /&gt;E penso em tudo que fiz e tudo que me trouxe aqui&lt;br /&gt;Espero que o mar me tragas respostas&lt;br /&gt;Que desenterre so segredos que deixaste nas rochas&lt;br /&gt;Tento então mergulhar nesse mar&lt;br /&gt;Ao redor vejo apenas algo belo...o teu verde&lt;br /&gt;Encharcado dele no olhar e alma&lt;br /&gt;Ele revolve-se em ondas brilhantes das estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Arrastam para fora deste verde&lt;br /&gt;Luto e luto para me deixar cair no teu fundo&lt;br /&gt;Repousar no teu leito sob este luar&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre acabo na margem&lt;br /&gt;Volto ao inicio...e olho as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;A brilhar a tua cor ...longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/Anyneva&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4949999619939011461?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4949999619939011461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4949999619939011461&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4949999619939011461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4949999619939011461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/01/olhar-verde.html' title='Olhar Verde'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXn5n4MOOzI/AAAAAAAAAkw/_ZFLGetmERk/s72-c/2044068.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2872302595130887345</id><published>2009-01-20T03:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T03:25:02.228-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos embalados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXW0MSlrcJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6mRqW9NKthM/s1600-h/1738517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXW0MSlrcJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6mRqW9NKthM/s400/1738517.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293335060285190290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de te despir a inocência&lt;br /&gt;Para sentires o oceano que me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu sorriso nu no olhar&lt;br /&gt;Deixar que o vibrar da tua pele me consumisse&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que olho para a tua luz em mim sinto mais vivo....&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje sinto me como se o mundo me perseguisse contra ti...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas seguem uma linha em direcção a mim&lt;br /&gt;Um amor desperdiçado gravado na calçada fria&lt;br /&gt;Numa rua sem luzes ou ainda mais baixo...&lt;br /&gt;Nem imaginas o quanto doce me és&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te soube dizer o quanto preciso de ti&lt;br /&gt;Vivo em círculos a tua procura&lt;br /&gt;Espiral...um tornado de sentir e afastar&lt;br /&gt;Sem dizer amo-te, sem dizer que te quero&lt;br /&gt;....Deixa-me começar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Tentar adivinhar o que gostas…olhar-te feliz&lt;br /&gt;Dizer-te que te amo e a noite deixar que me assombres&lt;br /&gt;Acordar sozinho e correr para ti&lt;br /&gt;Percorrer este sorriso na cara a toda a velocidade&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás e responder que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Em janelas fechadas e um colete á prova de amor&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de te ver para não te amar&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te e tudo falhou&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me voltar a tentar do início&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: www.olhares.com/4hp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2872302595130887345?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXW0MSlrcJI/AAAAAAAAAkc/6mRqW9NKthM/s72-c/1738517.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1557498917135380507</id><published>2009-01-16T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T10:29:54.291-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mente deformada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXDNNaEJWSI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3UThR9GVeSo/s1600-h/2099555.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXDNNaEJWSI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3UThR9GVeSo/s400/2099555.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291955192379037986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Por mais que tente alcançar o teu gélido ser&lt;br /&gt;Tu nem uma mão me esticas&lt;br /&gt;Nunca soubeste o quanto procurei arranjar tempo para ti&lt;br /&gt;Agora que morro por ti&lt;br /&gt;A minha pele ainda borbulha ao soar do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;Tempo que quebro tempo que deixo correr&lt;br /&gt;Consumido pela dor enquanto tu me deixas&lt;br /&gt;Enterro no peito uma doce bala&lt;br /&gt;Fria e sólida quanto tu&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas um propósito...por fim a este amor&lt;br /&gt;Negro e confuso destino...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(noites negras em suor sangue)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me a falar comigo&lt;br /&gt;Mais um passo para a demência&lt;br /&gt;A paranóia envolve-me num luto de seda&lt;br /&gt;Um passado sombrio a minha maior preciosidade&lt;br /&gt;Ansiedade uma qualidade que me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Respiro ar rarefeito num mundo só vivo em mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde a minha humanidade percebe agora as limitações da vida&lt;br /&gt;Claustrofobia mente que se recolhe nela mesma&lt;br /&gt;Com marcas de luxúria nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber onde andei&lt;br /&gt;As minhas mãos suam&lt;br /&gt;A minha mente deixa apenas um fumo de revolta&lt;br /&gt;Agarro a minha mente antes que adormeça&lt;br /&gt;E digo olá novamente a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Demência instalada em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Anyneva" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Anyneva&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1557498917135380507?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1557498917135380507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1557498917135380507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1557498917135380507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1557498917135380507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/01/mente-deformada.html' title='Mente deformada'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SXDNNaEJWSI/AAAAAAAAAkU/3UThR9GVeSo/s72-c/2099555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6838900533463352760</id><published>2009-01-09T06:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T06:10:19.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWdZixv4I6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/qTMCHsQoG5I/s1600-h/1942627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWdZixv4I6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/qTMCHsQoG5I/s400/1942627.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289294741374509986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficou  a pairar um cinzento ar de desespero&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas brilhavam apenas uma partida sem chama&lt;br /&gt;Essa perdeu se num peito cheio de estrondoso vácuo&lt;br /&gt;Perdido numa mente rebelde oca de ideais&lt;br /&gt;Levado a viajar em busca do seu próprio vazio&lt;br /&gt;Vagueando por um  caminho perdido de sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sem se prender ao chão do real nem sentir o céu que o aconchega&lt;br /&gt;Rodeado de pequenas luzes&lt;br /&gt;Cores sorrisos e cheiros de um ontem que nunca mais chega&lt;br /&gt;De um amanha perdido num tempo que ele não viveu&lt;br /&gt;Um ele que não existe para alem do seu fogo&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida arde apenas  sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Preso a um passado de memorias falsas&lt;br /&gt;E no final descobre apenas que o presente é um sonho&lt;br /&gt;O seu destino é desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;A sua vida futura apenas as memorias de quem o viveu&lt;br /&gt;Uma forma de vida agarrado numa chama&lt;br /&gt;Sem corpo vagueia numa memoria&lt;br /&gt;Um dia até esse sonho se acaba&lt;br /&gt;E a sua historia queimada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas cinza que voa no mesmo chão que um dia calcou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/sindome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6838900533463352760?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6838900533463352760/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6838900533463352760&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6838900533463352760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6838900533463352760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/01/cinzas.html' title='Cinzas'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWdZixv4I6I/AAAAAAAAAkM/qTMCHsQoG5I/s72-c/1942627.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4661547021734824956</id><published>2009-01-06T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:42:47.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Instinto de viver vs. liberdade fingida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWOZiwqkpGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QBc2DXNeG34/s1600-h/2418985.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWOZiwqkpGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QBc2DXNeG34/s400/2418985.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288239209921160290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens de desistir do quarto onde escondes a dor&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é um retiro de paz&lt;br /&gt;É um caminho num mundo que se desmorona a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca completo, nunca satisfeito isso é a vida.&lt;br /&gt;Lançar os dados e deixar que eles ditem a sorte&lt;br /&gt;Cada gota de tempo corre sem poder mudar&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo a tentar controlar o que pensar&lt;br /&gt;Cada segundo a tentar controlar o destino&lt;br /&gt;É mais um passo em direcção a um fundo estático&lt;br /&gt;Se não reclamares a vida, apenas serás estatística&lt;br /&gt;A humanidade não é o que tenho mas o que luto&lt;br /&gt;Não são as conquistas, mas as derrotas&lt;br /&gt;Não é a dor escondida mas as cicatrizes que ostento&lt;br /&gt;A evolução esta no sacrifício e não enterrado no que me rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Não se renasce mesmo que se mude de lugar e tempo&lt;br /&gt;Só serás livre quando aceitares a dor como algo mau e feio&lt;br /&gt;Pois se até os insectos trabalhadores podem sair&lt;br /&gt;A escrava presa será sempre a rainha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/mjamorim6 (demorou mas já emendei )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thks a Esmeralda e a A Rapariga Assim Assim  pela ajuda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4661547021734824956?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4661547021734824956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4661547021734824956&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4661547021734824956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4661547021734824956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2009/01/instinto-de-viver.html' title='Instinto de viver vs. liberdade fingida'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SWOZiwqkpGI/AAAAAAAAAkE/QBc2DXNeG34/s72-c/2418985.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-8601504221111485008</id><published>2008-12-30T09:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T02:41:47.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pequenas ilusões temporais</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SVpXdZ_7-pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dJ_8ZHLDBxQ/s1600-h/2439812.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SVpXdZ_7-pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dJ_8ZHLDBxQ/s400/2439812.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285633275379579538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São pequenos pormenores de cetim&lt;br /&gt;Que me apertam a garganta muda do teu nome&lt;br /&gt;O teu cheiro nas minhas mãos vazias&lt;br /&gt;Este sufocar que murmura baixinho&lt;br /&gt;O vazio da casa em mim no gelo do teu silencio&lt;br /&gt;Nem dou pela passagem destes sorrisos sobre o meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Que teimam em me tentar limpar a alma.&lt;br /&gt;Queria tanto pegar nestas lágrimas e verte las num flute cristal&lt;br /&gt;Brindar a troca do meu futuro pelo nosso&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que perco as noites&lt;br /&gt;A olhar para os teus olhos cegos de mim&lt;br /&gt;Num cintilar de desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Te inundasse o peito com esta paixão&lt;br /&gt;No momento em que deixasse cair o meu olhar no teu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: www.olhares.com/maryLanda&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-8601504221111485008?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/8601504221111485008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=8601504221111485008&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8601504221111485008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/8601504221111485008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/12/pequenas-iluses-temporais.html' title='Pequenas ilusões temporais'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SVpXdZ_7-pI/AAAAAAAAAj8/dJ_8ZHLDBxQ/s72-c/2439812.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-961971983942455384</id><published>2008-12-15T05:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T06:02:25.975-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brilhante e colorida sinfonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SUZilKZ8jeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jBW4XL0os1o/s1600-h/990492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SUZilKZ8jeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jBW4XL0os1o/s400/990492.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280016003726347746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num calmo e solene pôr-do-sol&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo a orquestra de estrelas que se vai compondo&lt;br /&gt;Sob a batuta de um maestro louco,&lt;br /&gt;Numa sinfonia diluída em estrondosos olhares,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto as palavras ficarem mudas&lt;br /&gt;O doce do teu rosto espalhar-se na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;O teu beijo mergulhar-me no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro ganhar asas enquanto te abraço&lt;br /&gt;E te elevo no céu... ai ficar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Suspenso na imensidão do teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;De algodão doce&lt;br /&gt;Que me dá uma vontade de te despir a alma com a boca&lt;br /&gt;Sentir o teu mel lentamente a percorrer o meu sangue&lt;br /&gt;No teu olhar sentir o teu sonho veludo&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso rebentar em lindas cores no céu&lt;br /&gt;Nos lençóis onde nevava o teu vazio&lt;br /&gt;Cai agora o pó de um terramoto.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje enquanto me dirijo à janela do quarto,&lt;br /&gt;Onde antes tinha pendurado o meu mundo à tua espera&lt;br /&gt;Espero agora eu pelo sinal da batuta&lt;br /&gt;Para com um tom cósmico de voz&lt;br /&gt;Explodir um amo-te&lt;br /&gt;Existirá algo mais livre que ser teu?&lt;br /&gt;Um hino de liberdade soa quando me prendo a ti&lt;br /&gt;Ouves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: www.olhares.com/paulomed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-961971983942455384?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/961971983942455384/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=961971983942455384&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/961971983942455384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/961971983942455384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/12/brilhante-e-colorida-sinfonia.html' title='Brilhante e colorida sinfonia'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SUZilKZ8jeI/AAAAAAAAAj0/jBW4XL0os1o/s72-c/990492.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6016619110328698949</id><published>2008-12-10T03:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T03:40:55.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teatro sem sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/ST-qkJ1bm2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/f_kvcuO0WQA/s1600-h/varias.2008_019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/ST-qkJ1bm2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/f_kvcuO0WQA/s400/varias.2008_019.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278124826393549666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo lentamente..só e fria num sombrio amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Envolta numa teia negra sem sabor&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o cintilar das notas de revolta mas não as vejo&lt;br /&gt;Quase sinto o amargo de mais um dia presa em mim...&lt;br /&gt;Que foi feito de mim...tantos sonhos agora esquecidos&lt;br /&gt;Nem sonhos foram...apenas desejos numa noite chuvosa&lt;br /&gt;Aperta me o peito num vazio&lt;br /&gt;Na cabeça lateja o pensar sem liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Vem me a memoria dias cinzentos sem esperança..sem medo de perder&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de ganhar...nada tenho em jogo&lt;br /&gt;Se tanto posso ser o dado que rola docemente no veludo da vida&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo um simples invólucro de um dia passado&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração esse há muito tempo que não sinto bater&lt;br /&gt;Gelou com o frio da minha própria censura do errado contra o certo&lt;br /&gt;Onde pairam os anjos que me deviam abraçar?&lt;br /&gt;Deixo então que os raios de sol me beijem a face&lt;br /&gt;Não lhes sinto o sabor nem calor&lt;br /&gt;Apenas quero ficar no silencio da minha inocência&lt;br /&gt;Presa neste teatro, numa personagem sem vontade própria&lt;br /&gt;Quero saborear a liberdade...quero sentir o toque de me soltar de mim&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada vez que me tento soltar a teia...essa&lt;br /&gt;Prende me com mais e mais força..&lt;br /&gt;Numa melancolia previsível onde eu sou apenas o que ela me faz&lt;br /&gt;A minha sombra apenas a imagem que ela quer que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Tira me a vontade de me levantar para mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;Acordo lentamente..só e fria num sombrio amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia...mais uma nota solta&lt;br /&gt;Passeiam se nas paredes...já nem elas me dizem nada&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece sedento de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eu...Procuro a minha liberdade numa teia de passado&lt;br /&gt;Quero por uma vez sentir a liberdade de não saber o amanha...e ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Desenho-me então feliz na areia e espero...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez amanha eu seja livre ...até amanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : Especialmente cedida pela Platy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6016619110328698949?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6016619110328698949/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6016619110328698949&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6016619110328698949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6016619110328698949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/12/teatro-sem-sonhos.html' title='Teatro sem sonhos'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/ST-qkJ1bm2I/AAAAAAAAAjs/f_kvcuO0WQA/s72-c/varias.2008_019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-5924757481215331787</id><published>2008-12-05T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-05T09:13:58.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdidas as memorias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STlg7J_WaiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/W30-4QXjjNk/s1600-h/1232425.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STlg7J_WaiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/W30-4QXjjNk/s400/1232425.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276355007851424290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É dentro dos teu olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que nascem os dias e esmorecem as noites&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus sonhos que já não tenho&lt;br /&gt;O meu sangue amadureceu enfim&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tantas viagens as cegas à procura de nos dois&lt;br /&gt;Embarcados num amor a deriva que finalmente afundou&lt;br /&gt;Deixou no leito do mar todos esses tesouros&lt;br /&gt;Os pulsares estridentes e ofegantes&lt;br /&gt;Suspiros risonhos e loucuras vincadas na pele&lt;br /&gt;As memorias de me desmontar na tua boca&lt;br /&gt;Memorias costuradas por ti ficam agora para ser apenas ....&lt;br /&gt;Um farrapo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5924757481215331787?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/5924757481215331787/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=5924757481215331787&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5924757481215331787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/5924757481215331787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/12/perdidas-as-memorias.html' title='Perdidas as memorias'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STlg7J_WaiI/AAAAAAAAAjk/W30-4QXjjNk/s72-c/1232425.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-749102807268985456</id><published>2008-12-02T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T07:03:32.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E amanha ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STVNDfVXDoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-4UEN8Ktd5A/s1600-h/dez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 302px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STVNDfVXDoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-4UEN8Ktd5A/s400/dez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275207260880440962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;Vamos adormecer neste nosso passado&lt;br /&gt;A lua esta fria de um luz que reflecte o nosso interior&lt;br /&gt;Nas impressões que te deixei no corpo&lt;br /&gt;Não sabes o quanto me custou ignorares  este amor&lt;br /&gt;Nem tão pouco te importou olhar para o lado&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora sou eu que te ponho a venda&lt;br /&gt;E te drogo com o veneno das nossas memorias&lt;br /&gt;Para que sejam elas ultima coisa que vejas&lt;br /&gt;Fui reduzido a promessas&lt;br /&gt;E agora que a venda escorrega da face&lt;br /&gt;E a corda se liberta com o teu deslizar de corpo&lt;br /&gt;Trago te me mais um pouco mais deste veneno&lt;br /&gt;Vou te marcar o corpo com as nossas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Prometo que não vai demorar muito&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta noite vou esperar que adormeças nas nossas memorias&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu seja a ultima coisa que vez&lt;br /&gt;A medida que vais perdendo a consciência&lt;br /&gt;Vou te enchendo de nós desde os teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu coração...tudo o que queria era mais um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Vais perdendo a consciência e eu ganhando confiança&lt;br /&gt;Hoje a noite vou esperar para te envenenar com as nossa memorias&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vais adormecer rápido...&lt;br /&gt;Espero apenas que seja a ultima coisa que vez&lt;br /&gt;Amanha não te lembraras de mim...nem eu de ti&lt;br /&gt;A ultima coisa que verás seja eu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : R. - a anonima lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-749102807268985456?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/749102807268985456/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=749102807268985456&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/749102807268985456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/749102807268985456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/12/e-amanha.html' title='E amanha ?'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STVNDfVXDoI/AAAAAAAAAjU/-4UEN8Ktd5A/s72-c/dez.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-9121301238133752330</id><published>2008-11-28T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T08:16:15.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito para dentro de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STAYcRYWkTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zXeSpYJ5fG0/s1600-h/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STAYcRYWkTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zXeSpYJ5fG0/s400/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273742037631799602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecoo gritos mudos para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Será que existe alguém que me viva como eu&lt;br /&gt;Sempre me senti perdida e sem querer ser ser salva&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora derivo em raios do sol&lt;br /&gt;E se me encontrares e porque estas como eu...&lt;br /&gt;A procura de um amigo para fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Nada disto deveria estar pintado na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Tenho 23 anos e com tudo para viver&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje só quero estar fechada dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Acordo antes do sol...sem me poder esconder&lt;br /&gt;Agora que chego ao fim da minha estrada...&lt;br /&gt;Olho para trás ninguém esta a pedir confissões&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém para me dar rosas em troca de segredos&lt;br /&gt;E fico perdida no passado...&lt;br /&gt;Não me posso voltar a esconder ...é o fim do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;...sem intenções de aceitar o caminho... o fim do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta voz que me jorra da mente&lt;br /&gt;Começaram com o descer da lua que me descobre&lt;br /&gt;E me mostra mais um sitio onde posso ser eu&lt;br /&gt;Que me agarra no colo enquanto caio desamparada&lt;br /&gt;Quem me levanta sem reflexo do meu passado&lt;br /&gt;E me fala...a mim do passado ...de outras estações&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;“voas acima da tempestade...&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ao sol brilhar e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Se a sua mais bela flor não esta para o receber .&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ficar para trás em palavras que nunca acabaram&lt;br /&gt;E em sonhos reflectidos num espelho do passado”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;Estou no fim do caminho...e as estações passam&lt;br /&gt;Posso ser até curta de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Mas longa em coisas quero dizer&lt;br /&gt;Queres tu rastejar em para o meu mundo?&lt;br /&gt;Pois estou mais baixa do que aquilo que não te consigo dizer&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia me vires fora de da minha sombra&lt;br /&gt;Fica a saber que me olho com mais saudade do que fui&lt;br /&gt;Mais do que anseio ser um dia&lt;br /&gt;E fico assim perdida em estações passadas&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras que ficaram por dizer&lt;br /&gt;Olho o cair da lua na minha face...  na agua o que fui reflete em prata&lt;br /&gt;Em palavras que nunca encontrei...rolam as estações...meu amigo&lt;br /&gt;Em  sonhos que nunca fui e me perco no passado&lt;br /&gt;E  as estações rolam ao meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: Platy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-9121301238133752330?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/9121301238133752330/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=9121301238133752330&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9121301238133752330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9121301238133752330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/11/grito-para-dentro-de-mim.html' title='Grito para dentro de mim'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/STAYcRYWkTI/AAAAAAAAAi8/zXeSpYJ5fG0/s72-c/GetAttachment.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3497530661142654411</id><published>2008-11-20T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:03:58.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca soube dizer adeus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SSVR-GYqf4I/AAAAAAAAAic/JBss4u5w8RE/s1600-h/1844275.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 293px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SSVR-GYqf4I/AAAAAAAAAic/JBss4u5w8RE/s400/1844275.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270709066214834050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Já imaginaste este amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se ele fosse apenas um sonho como eu e tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vivendo amarrado num corpo...sonhado por nós...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pois eu já...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas ele é um amor já doente e acamado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Imagino-me sentado soleira da sua porta...a nossa porta &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sentido o teu cheiro...e entrei para o ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E falamos sobre ti toda a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quando a manhã me caiu na cara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E os seus olhos se fechavam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Disse-lhe apenas que te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas ele esta a morrer numa cama fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde tu ...com o teu amor mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;O trouxeste a vida por mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E eu ...numa sombra sem virei costas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Não o suportava ver assim....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;O meu medo de dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas enquanto tentava fugir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ele com a tua nova vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Agarrou-me pelo ombro e disse numa voz doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tenta...porque sei que se tentares...a nós nunca irás nos falhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sei que estes últimos oito meses têm sido difíceis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tenta...talvez seja altura de saires do teu deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;De caminhares em direcção ao sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mesmo que ele também brilhe sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E  aqui estou num hotel no horizonte do pôr de teu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sentado a deixar os pensamentos jorrar nestas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Lá fora olho apenas o horizonte com o teu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tão sozinho...e vejo duas estrelas madrugadoras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Como se fossem os teus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Neles vejo os teus olhos ...mas será que tu vês os meus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Porque afinal que tenho eu a perder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se falhar....falhei mas ao menos tentei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chegou a altura de abandonar esta falésia solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E abraçar este sol mesmo que ele continue sozinho depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;A brilhar o teu amor de doce pôr de sol...dourado de mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Consegues ver os meus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sabes ontem sentei me na soleira da porta do nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E só soube dizer o quanto te amo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tarablus;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Foto : &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Melissa21" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Melissa21&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt;&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3497530661142654411?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269942490618143666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;   &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Soletro apenas memorias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Num salgado texto lacrimejado de paredes vazias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Num sonho eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Luares que iluminam a eternidade sem sono &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas e se podesse dormir para sempre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Partir em cacos o silencio gélido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sonhar uma loucura &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Dias em engano no teu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Ouvir te chorar e  apenas sorrir por te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E ouvir te amor e dizer...esqueço-te... ate amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Num beijo dizer que te amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E receber um amor sem beijo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Aproveitar o sabor do desejo sem te provar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E me condenares a morte sem te pecar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas que me digas adeus com a palavra amo-te&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E assim poderei partir sabendo o teu adeus nessa palavra esquecida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;É apenas uma sonho...uma palavra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Talvez um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;As flores te beijem a face numa qualquer escada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vestida num branco que te sonho comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Talvez ai te esqueça por fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Numa ultima gota desta maré sombria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Saborear na sua espuma o teu sorriso eterno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Chorar  neste mar aquilo que já não sei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Já não sei como te amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Tal como este sol  eu  me esvazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;De  tanto amar já nada sou que não tu...tal como este teu sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: arial;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/luisafonso" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/luisafonso&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-5974618729749116172?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SSKYxhwII7I/AAAAAAAAAiM/45BHxZ90zfs/s72-c/1424337.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-465221936095008932</id><published>2008-11-03T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T05:59:24.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanhecer cinza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQ8CrJIKlzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wFsmawPNZfw/s1600-h/1904112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 386px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQ8CrJIKlzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wFsmawPNZfw/s400/1904112.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264429429627197234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivi o sonho dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em luz derramada do céu&lt;br /&gt;E deixei me voar nele...no seu perfume...no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um perfume que cortava a garganta&lt;br /&gt;Tentei respirar as memorias na proximidade das palavras&lt;br /&gt;Agarrar-me na cumplicidade de um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Para apenas acordar em pedaços num morro de tulipas já secas&lt;br /&gt;Voavam solitárias num vento forte e gélido&lt;br /&gt;Que friamente me tatuou chuva no olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes...nestes acordares cinza de frio azul&lt;br /&gt;Sinto todo o meu corpo a gritar por ti&lt;br /&gt;E por momentos esqueço-me por que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Sento então na janela e deixo que me beijes em raios de sol&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda sim sinto a tua falta...&lt;br /&gt;Que vou eu fazer depois? quando te abraçar no final...&lt;br /&gt;Onde enterro então esta rotina doce de te esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/mjamorim6" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/mjamorim6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&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/7716417061301047988-465221936095008932?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/465221936095008932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=465221936095008932&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/465221936095008932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/465221936095008932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/11/amanhecer-cinza.html' title='Amanhecer cinza'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQ8CrJIKlzI/AAAAAAAAAiE/wFsmawPNZfw/s72-c/1904112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1773958835780484339</id><published>2008-10-23T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T05:57:51.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sayoonara ai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQBxPywhygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gmJ8J5SPS38/s1600-h/586181.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQBxPywhygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gmJ8J5SPS38/s400/586181.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260328880906029570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suki dewa arimasen yume shiru&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou preso ai...sinto falta do teu calor&lt;br /&gt;Preso nas memorias que para ti foram apenas passageiras&lt;br /&gt;Para mim um mundo de verdades&lt;br /&gt;Afastei tudo quanto te amava&lt;br /&gt;Numa tentativa de afastar-te para o passado&lt;br /&gt;Seres um folha esquecida...mas não consegui escrever para alem dela&lt;br /&gt;Olho-a e perco a vontade de a virar&lt;br /&gt;Preso nesse instante...nessa memoria&lt;br /&gt;E agora que me afastaste do teu&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um vazio enorme...como se nada fosse real&lt;br /&gt;Nem esta chama que me consome de te ter deixado partir&lt;br /&gt;Nada já me parece real...nem tu.&lt;br /&gt;Procuro te numa luta comigo próprio para encontrar apenas as tuas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Já quase apagadas...e morro mais um pouco em cada uma delas&lt;br /&gt;Porque me afastas-te ? porque não brilhas mais nas minhas manhas&lt;br /&gt;Tou cansado...apenas cansado de encontrar este vazio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenshi midori ai wa deru shinzoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto : aquela que te falta...o adeus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1773958835780484339?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1773958835780484339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1773958835780484339&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1773958835780484339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1773958835780484339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/sayoonara-ai.html' title='sayoonara ai'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SQBxPywhygI/AAAAAAAAAh8/gmJ8J5SPS38/s72-c/586181.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4346135949771780033</id><published>2008-10-20T04:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T05:01:03.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culpa inocente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPxyExZ08KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JWPRZzktE-w/s1600-h/474923.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPxyExZ08KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JWPRZzktE-w/s400/474923.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259203891168604322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Num acesso de memória mais forte que o corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde a idade desvanece sobre um telhado imoral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;No silêncio onde o corpo fica… e a mente vagueia para longe da dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;A conspiração do silêncio a única fuga,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Um segredo perdido debaixo da árvore milenar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;De uma família que vive e morre numa sombra futura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Um amar que te demonstram enterrado num segredo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;De sonhos perdidos e princesas mortas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde o príncipe chega sem armadura reluzente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Contos de fadas destruídos nos lençóis manchados &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;De sangue de uma família de gerações perdidas. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;... Apodrecem as bonecas na mente inocente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Os quadros de super-heróis perdem a sua força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Envoltos em ratoeiras de amor onde reina o ódio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Este segredo enterrado nas raízes da árvore familiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Presente em todos os jantares de olhares suspeitos &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E risos sombrios de cumplicidade demente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde a vergonha suplanta a vontade de justiça …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas agora que os dragões já não fazem parte do teu imaginário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde os cavaleiros são bonecos que se perderam no sótão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;O mesmo onde a inocência morreu no meio de bonecas sem olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Fadas são só os desenhos juntos dos rabiscos de tortura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Num caderno que devia ser um diário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Tornou-se apenas num esboço de dor dia após dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;E hoje que o dia te tornou adulta... irá a força perder para o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Serás tu a mostrar que o círculo se mantém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ou apenas uma vítima silenciada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde o ódio, se mantém nas paredes da tua culpa sem nexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Carregas num coração vazio de moral... para proteger o que?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Aqueles que te deram apenas uma infância de inferno constante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Será que a verdade irá germinar à volta da árvore familiar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Um segredo só teu... uma menina de infância rasgada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;De uma mulher com o futuro enterrado no passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;font-family:verdana;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:11;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/paulomed" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/paulomed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4346135949771780033?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4346135949771780033/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4346135949771780033&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4346135949771780033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4346135949771780033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/culpa-inocente.html' title='Culpa inocente'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPxyExZ08KI/AAAAAAAAAh0/JWPRZzktE-w/s72-c/474923.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-9205882720445037634</id><published>2008-10-17T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T02:39:05.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem fé nem pecado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPhPJ9oUJAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Byi2imTpzh0/s1600-h/398358.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPhPJ9oUJAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Byi2imTpzh0/s400/398358.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258039597536125954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou alguém que caminhou sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sem tempo para misericórdia, sem vontade de perdão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Remorsos algo que sou culpado de não ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tenho o cuidado de me proteger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não quero ser infectado por algo que me diminui &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda assim não passo de uma doença social&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um imoral sem deus nem credo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se estiver certo não perco nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se estiver errado perco tudo o que vivi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Perseguido por todos que me rodeam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ergo paredes que me querem prender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Para o final que se aproxima vertiginosamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas, e se eu sou realmente apanhado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Culpado de todos os medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentenciado por algo que não acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou a mente rebelde...um fugitivo demente &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa confiança perdida talvez....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas quem és tu para me julgar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se me fizeste a tua imagem....então nada é o que parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sujidade que me enche os olhos és tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Nada mais que luxuria me deste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Repetido uma e outra vez numa verdade que não confessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Numa sinfonia de duas mentes perdidas nesta cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Um purgatório que ninguém quer ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Decides quem nasce e morre...eu apenas revivo esta tua lama&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A tua ansiedade...Numa rua onde ninguém se da ao trabalho de dizer ola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;As despedidas essas envoltas em cerimonias que se perdem no ar da memoria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dizem o teu nome na escuridão da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas agora é muito tarde para te dizer que te abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Por isso escolho caminhar sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pois sei que se te apertar a mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tu vais me cortar os dedos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não acredito no teu julgamento...afinal quem e que te nomeou juiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se tu decides quem é o culpado e a vitima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Encenas tudo num palco viciado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Em que as consequências recaiem apenas nos teus fantoches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sou culpado apenas de me perseguir em pecados em que me deixas sem protecção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O que é teu e também meu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se estiver certo ganho uma vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Se estou errado perco tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta é verdade de quem aqui chegou sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A verdade que te vai deixar de joelhos a ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enquanto eu te renego e caminho sozinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; text-align: justify;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Foto: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Gracinha" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-9205882720445037634?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/9205882720445037634/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=9205882720445037634&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9205882720445037634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9205882720445037634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/sem-f-nem-pecado.html' title='Sem fé nem pecado'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPhPJ9oUJAI/AAAAAAAAAhs/Byi2imTpzh0/s72-c/398358.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2663345000702981055</id><published>2008-10-14T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:08:04.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ending post</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPS09LMnK7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/eZv7x9JvtuE/s1600-h/1913698.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPS09LMnK7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/eZv7x9JvtuE/s400/1913698.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257025628118920114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ganho consciência de ser abatido por mim e fujo...&lt;br /&gt;Onde a única floresta que me esconde é a indiferença&lt;br /&gt;Um cheiro de medo...um rasto deixado no trilho da vida&lt;br /&gt;Talvez queira ser apanhado...&lt;br /&gt;Cada passo que dou é em direcção ao engano e desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Perdido num lugar onde as indicações me rodeam&lt;br /&gt;Mas que eu finjo não ler&lt;br /&gt;Quero voar sobre elas...suspenso num nevoeiro de pequeno deus&lt;br /&gt;Que sabe que não morre...apenas vai morrendo....&lt;br /&gt;Ate que o dia chegue...&lt;br /&gt;Que ao meu comando todos desapareçam&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo respire apenas um ar de morte&lt;br /&gt;Onde o céu se vai deitar ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Um pobre semi-deus...que viu o que queria ser e não gostou&lt;br /&gt;Num arrepio de inverno, desejei o verão&lt;br /&gt;E apenas desapareci...estarei errado?&lt;br /&gt;Sobre um céu que acolhe todos que o olham&lt;br /&gt;E desvanece na noite indiferente ao mundano deus&lt;br /&gt;Amanha outro deus morrerá&lt;br /&gt;Embriagado pelo poder ontem desesperado por a falência de valores&lt;br /&gt;Estaria eu errado...estaria assim tão longe de casa&lt;br /&gt;Deixado aqui sozinho no meu engano.&lt;br /&gt;Podias tu me ter salvado? Podias me tu ter julgado?&lt;br /&gt;Podias? Querias? Terias me tu tentado salvar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/mjamorim6" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/mjamorim6&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2663345000702981055?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2663345000702981055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2663345000702981055&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2663345000702981055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2663345000702981055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/ending-post.html' title='Ending post'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPS09LMnK7I/AAAAAAAAAhk/eZv7x9JvtuE/s72-c/1913698.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6071912299428046193</id><published>2008-10-14T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T03:58:34.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente da sempre verdinha esmeralda amiga</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPR4fOahVvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NKQ_6aQLHEQ/s1600-h/selodardos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPR4fOahVvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NKQ_6aQLHEQ/s400/selodardos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256959142888822514" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Informações sobre o Prémio Dardos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Com o Prémio Dardos se reconhecem os valores que cada blogueiro emprega ao transmitir valores culturais, éticos, literários, pessoais, etc. que, em suma, demonstram sua criatividade através do pensamento vivo que está e permanece intacto entre suas letras, entre suas palavras. Esses selos foram criados com a intenção de promover a confraternização entre os blogueiros, uma forma de demonstrar carinho e reconhecimento por um trabalho que agregue valor à Web. Quem recebe o “Prêmio Dardos” e o aceita deve seguir algumas regras:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. - Exibir a distinta imagem;&lt;br /&gt;2. - Linkar o blog pelo qual recebeu o prémio;&lt;br /&gt;3. - Escolher quinze (15) outros blogs a que entregar o Prémio Dardos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Bem agora a parte mais porreira dar este premio :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;http://soproausente.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ospequenosdetalhes.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://simplespalavras27.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://teusonhomeu.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://piecesofalife7.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://coltblade.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://silent-diary.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://almasdchocolate.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://zendomundo.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://ferrodepassar.blogs.sapo.pt/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://umportoputativo.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://miudamaizomenos.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://memoriesofatime.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://palavrasassim-assim.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.lupanardopensamento.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos por partilharem coisas tao belas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7716417061301047988-6071912299428046193?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6071912299428046193/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6071912299428046193&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6071912299428046193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6071912299428046193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/presente-da-sempre-verdinha-esmeralda.html' title='Presente da sempre verdinha esmeralda amiga'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SPR4fOahVvI/AAAAAAAAAhM/NKQ_6aQLHEQ/s72-c/selodardos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-9009126615332850828</id><published>2008-10-10T05:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T05:44:05.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribo sem deus</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SO9NwO7kLdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AeAv-0NscHQ/s1600-h/2260122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SO9NwO7kLdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AeAv-0NscHQ/s400/2260122.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255504781201649106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sinto a minha alma sair do corpo&lt;br /&gt;Vaguea em sacrifício num mundo negro&lt;br /&gt;Procura o regresso ao primitivo humano&lt;br /&gt;Onde o odio se mistura com deus&lt;br /&gt;Sangrar a crença em troca de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a alma perder o brilho&lt;br /&gt;Agora que perdi toda a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Perdi também o medo&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho de me justificar&lt;br /&gt;Tiraram me a esperança e o medo&lt;br /&gt;Renasço das minhas raízes ancestrais&lt;br /&gt;Persigo o odio e cuspo no inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Não pergunto por motivos...apenas vingança&lt;br /&gt;Salta...não sao balas...&lt;br /&gt;Grito desespero e raiva&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-te vou te atingir com algo mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Descrença....odio...sem medo...sem esperança&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me é permitido.&lt;br /&gt;Cumpre-se assim a profecia de morte&lt;br /&gt;Numa execução sem julgamento de consciência&lt;br /&gt;Arde num combustível que não é mais que o odio&lt;br /&gt;Tribo sem deus..sem esperança..sem medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/maryLanda" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/maryLanda&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-9009126615332850828?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/9009126615332850828/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=9009126615332850828&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9009126615332850828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9009126615332850828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/tribo-sem-deus.html' title='Tribo sem deus'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SO9NwO7kLdI/AAAAAAAAAhE/AeAv-0NscHQ/s72-c/2260122.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-9081069870987405073</id><published>2008-10-06T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T02:40:21.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimo Chuto</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOncpxspE6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vmpFXCE5Qcg/s1600-h/2013573.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOncpxspE6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vmpFXCE5Qcg/s400/2013573.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253973050577720226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se ao menos me lembrasse onde deixei as coisas serias&lt;br /&gt;Onde me foi apresentada a crueldade das consequências&lt;br /&gt;Que a vida não passa de um jogo simples e maquiavélico&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais sérias as ruas se cruzam no caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mais fortes se tornam as cartas jogadas em vão&lt;br /&gt;Inocente, não vi o quanto custava ver-me sangrar&lt;br /&gt;As coisas que ficaram por fazer&lt;br /&gt;Tão pouco que consegui atingir...o negar dos meus pequenos planos&lt;br /&gt;Todos os meus sonhos...apenas esboços de cabeceira&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que ver o quadro da minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Me faria sangrar tanto purpura em algo tão cinzento&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos soubesse eu onde esta exposta esta pintura&lt;br /&gt;Podia-lhe apagar tudo o meu coração..para que não quebrasse&lt;br /&gt;Se as ultimas palavras fossem minhas...seriam que vos amo&lt;br /&gt;Com um sorriso apenas deixar-me ir....sem corpo viver em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Nas memórias de alguém que tentou mas não conseguiu&lt;br /&gt;Mas não são minhas...não, são palavras ditadas a ferros por um qualquer homem&lt;br /&gt;De negro e com fé num deus que nunca encontrei&lt;br /&gt;O quadro não o pintei ...deixei que o pintassem cinza sem me opôr&lt;br /&gt;Numa mistura de sangue com submissão&lt;br /&gt;Com uma tinta de oleo de papoila sintética&lt;br /&gt;Não me custa partir desta dor...mas saber o que deixo&lt;br /&gt;Todo este querer e não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Só assim me vou libertar destas paredes que me amedrontam&lt;br /&gt;De todas sombras que vivem em mim após cada agulha&lt;br /&gt;De todas tentativas falhadas...de esperanças destruidas&lt;br /&gt;Só assim me libertarei destes olhos sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Das dores de resistir ao enfermo da desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Da rotina de mais uma última e quente sensação de paz...todas as vezes ...a última&lt;br /&gt;Se eu soubesse onde deixei todo o meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Aquele de onde me vou libertar por amor..não a mim ...mas a quem me ama.&lt;br /&gt;Que me liberte então agora deste corpo partido&lt;br /&gt;Em pequenos pedaços de dor espalhados neste chão frio&lt;br /&gt;Numa qualquer casa já sem telhado...frio e sem alma&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que afinal estou pintado em todas estas paredes...&lt;br /&gt;E num ultimo olhar...me deixo aquecer na agulha...&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida, olho o corpo que apenas quer ser uma memória alegre do vosso amor...........&lt;br /&gt;Quando me leres sorri estou vivo em ti...feliz por me abraçares no vazio...da minha partida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Maddie" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Maddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-9081069870987405073?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/9081069870987405073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=9081069870987405073&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9081069870987405073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/9081069870987405073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/10/ultimo-chuto.html' title='Ultimo Chuto'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOncpxspE6I/AAAAAAAAAg8/vmpFXCE5Qcg/s72-c/2013573.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-3484701076025940558</id><published>2008-09-29T04:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T04:39:15.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialogos passados.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOC9n0JY7BI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rToq785QRdA/s1600-h/IMG_0085.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOC9n0JY7BI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rToq785QRdA/s400/IMG_0085.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251405657224571922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mais um dia como tantos outros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Um dia em que posso  sentir tudo isto a navegar nas tuas palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Pensar em tudo que descobres em mim na tua partida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sempre te olhei cega sem perceber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Entras e sais da minha vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Trazendo para mim apenas a dor de carregas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde se fecho a porta tu bates lhe com ainda mais força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Quando pensava que eras só meu...afinal não era mais que um outro presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sem perceberes que brilhavas na minha vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Bem vindo a uma vida sem farol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sentada a amargo tomar o café sozinha na tua presença distante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Mas se sou tudo o que os teus sonhos desejaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E já que te perdestes neles ao menos fica mais um pouco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Onde os meus olhos vêem apenas o mundo voar longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feito de coisas que nunca perceberei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Observo o mundo passar me a frente como  estas ondas sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Feita de sonhos meus enquanto tu te sentas ao lado deles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;No momento em que ergo e caminho sozinha neste mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Por mais tente mentir os meus olhos ainda te amam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sou tão verdade quanto as minhas mentiras me revelam num olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sou tão real e como este céu de manha de outono onde nasci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Caminho agora sozinha nesta manha contigo ao meu lado ausente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2; font-family: times new roman; font-weight: bold;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Sou todos os sonhos que desejaste mas nunca intendestes”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vens em nome do amor que procurei numa verdade escondida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vou vive-lo até ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Longe nessas manhas em que te deixei livre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Para te agarrar nas minhas noites só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Em que sozinho me perdia nas teus labirintos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;E depois de tudo que te desenhei ainda te escondes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Então não queres é viver a verdade dessas manhas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Se depois do ontem ter acordado não olhas docemente para este futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Então todas estas manhas são inúteis sem ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Vou só sem ti mas com um enorme teu palpitar em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Liberta-o agora já sabes o quanto te quero e respeito...amo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Foto: Cedida pela Ginjinhas Estrelinha "my personal model"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; widows: 2; orphans: 2;" lang="pt-PT"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Calibri, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;font-size:85%;" &gt;Um abraço para tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-3484701076025940558?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/3484701076025940558/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=3484701076025940558&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3484701076025940558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/3484701076025940558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/09/dialogos-passados.html' title='Dialogos passados.'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SOC9n0JY7BI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/rToq785QRdA/s72-c/IMG_0085.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4665138169876515082</id><published>2008-09-15T04:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T04:36:02.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Novo amanhecer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SM5IR0L4T6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/PqfHc8UjlvM/s1600-h/1521127.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SM5IR0L4T6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/PqfHc8UjlvM/s400/1521127.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246210086836653986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Corro como todos os dias…apressado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Para chegar mais uma vez ao meu sonho contigo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ao nascer do sol antes que ele embata no mar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ver as luzes desta cidade apagar uma a uma&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Enquanto o sol se levanta  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;No céu, o rosado quase paixão  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Tento chegar ao mar antes que o sol o beije&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Para ver toda esta cor ao teu lado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;… Como era bom andar de mão dada contigo agora…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Desfilar contigo nesta praia…neste mundo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ver esta beleza…ver te dançar nas fábulas do teu mundo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Acompanhar-te nos sorrisos dos contos sobre o meu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;É neste raiar que mais sinto a tua falta  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Ou será do nosso amor? De tudo que vivi?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Das manhas submersas neste mar&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Onde contigo dancei…neste mar que te amei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Enquanto a nossa volta voavam luzes de sonhos  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;No teu olhar o brilho de esperança&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;No meu brilhava o meu mundo…e junto dançava-mos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Suteki watashi wo kanojyo da ne&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Calmo como eu na tua felicidade&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Parto agora para o meu mundo  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;As luzes já se apagaram…o dia nasceu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Com o sol ávido beijou este mar…só teu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Até amanha meu amor…ate amanha meu mar...um dia seremos um&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Numa qualquer onda ou espuma que rebenta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Numa maré ou num oceano&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Seremos novamente….agua e luz. Até amanha meu amor.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; font-family: georgia;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Alba" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Alba&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4665138169876515082?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4665138169876515082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4665138169876515082&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4665138169876515082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4665138169876515082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/09/novo-amanhecer.html' title='Novo amanhecer'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SM5IR0L4T6I/AAAAAAAAAXI/PqfHc8UjlvM/s72-c/1521127.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1265466065366382055</id><published>2008-09-02T05:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T06:01:42.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Historia entreaberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SL04EqoajUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ufpSshjRLlI/s1600-h/2099212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SL04EqoajUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ufpSshjRLlI/s400/2099212.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241407194143558978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta será sempre a minha historia&lt;br /&gt;Ver chegar as horas lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Chegarem aquele momento de regresso&lt;br /&gt;Ao tempo de recordar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Os adeus que tantas vezes se trocaram fingidos&lt;br /&gt;Olhando as estrelas e a desejar sempre mais&lt;br /&gt;Tal como hoje as olho&lt;br /&gt;Elas que tentam sem sucesso secar me o rosto com a sua luz&lt;br /&gt;talvez tenha encontrado tarde demais este arrependimento&lt;br /&gt;E agora não podes ouvi-lo&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o digo ao vento e ao luar&lt;br /&gt;Lamurios cegos que te procuram longe&lt;br /&gt;Num reino imaginário onde vives agora&lt;br /&gt;No qual eu entro devagar em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Vivo ai para adormecer da vida ao acordar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que um dia o sonho vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;Que os teus olhos verdes se despedem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixam escapar saudades e se apagam em tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De um sonho que um dia vai acordar&lt;br /&gt;O dia de chorar na terra vermelha&lt;br /&gt;Que me aperta mais e mais&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que nunca irei abrir as portas aos lugar onde um dia vives-te em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei dessa chave nem tão como como se abrem&lt;br /&gt;Esta será sempre a minha historia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/paulomed" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/paulomed&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1265466065366382055?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1265466065366382055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1265466065366382055&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1265466065366382055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1265466065366382055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/09/historia-entreaberta.html' title='Historia entreaberta'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SL04EqoajUI/AAAAAAAAAXA/ufpSshjRLlI/s72-c/2099212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-1513545168600114994</id><published>2008-08-25T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T08:18:42.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrocel de memorias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SLLMbrIjvMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqUK50RzW9w/s1600-h/2077189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SLLMbrIjvMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqUK50RzW9w/s400/2077189.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238474092392463554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por entre pensamentos e vazios de alma&lt;br /&gt;Surgem desejos estridentes na boca&lt;br /&gt;Palavras soltas cobertas de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que te despejei tantas vezes..agora apenas um nada&lt;br /&gt;Estão vazias do seu destino...perdem o seu sentido&lt;br /&gt;Sao agora apenas um vazio de razão&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que me tente erguer&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração permanece de joelhos...&lt;br /&gt;Debruçado neste segredo só nosso&lt;br /&gt;Que teima em partir o tempo em dois&lt;br /&gt;O passado feliz e o futuro incerto&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde a esperança é apenas um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim por mais que me erga e fuja&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma fica imóvel em ti&lt;br /&gt;Agarrada ao coração estendido no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Onde espera mais um abraço vazio do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas que o enche ainda e o faz girar&lt;br /&gt;Num carrocel de infância...apenas feliz em ti&lt;br /&gt;Onde tu és também a musica e o algodão doce.&lt;br /&gt;Que me adianta então fugir?&lt;br /&gt;Se ele vai ficar para trás...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/kp4050" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/kp4050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-1513545168600114994?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/1513545168600114994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=1513545168600114994&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1513545168600114994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/1513545168600114994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/08/carrocel-de-memorias.html' title='Carrocel de memorias'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SLLMbrIjvMI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MqUK50RzW9w/s72-c/2077189.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-7000164014220894338</id><published>2008-08-20T06:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:10:48.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drug Queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwXOrZGBlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF_zO8ubuRM/s1600-h/1071595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwXOrZGBlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF_zO8ubuRM/s400/1071595.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236586007658628690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Sabes ate o céu pode ser uma prisão&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Tu és o meu… e estou preso a ti da mesma forma que tu a mim…&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;É uma prisão…em lugares secretos  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Com muitas coisas ainda por descobrir&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Com sorrisos nas nossas faces  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;E a dança das nossas almas cada mais forte…nessa prisão…nesse paraíso&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por vezes pergunto-me se és capaz de ler isto tudo que escrevo?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Ler este diário cada vez mais vazio de palavras&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se sentes as palavras que me entretêm na tua ausência&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As minhas crenças dizem me que não …então porque as alinho aqui?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;O meu amor diz que sim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;E quando se adora todas as certezas são ilusórias&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;As fantasias apenas o nosso mundo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Por momentos pensar que as lês…  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Saberes que nunca te esqueço&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Correr para cada esperança vã&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas que ainda assim se apodera de mim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Tentar saber o que sentes quando te escrevo tudo isto&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Se te assustas? Ou apenas te encolhes por me fazeres sofrer.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Sabes, por vezes gostava que o teu espírito se converte-se real&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: right; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Mas assim aqui continuo…sempre a espera que respondas….&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm; text-align: left; font-family: verdana;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Gracinha" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-7000164014220894338?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/7000164014220894338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=7000164014220894338&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7000164014220894338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/7000164014220894338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/08/drug-queen.html' title='Drug Queen'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwXOrZGBlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/sF_zO8ubuRM/s72-c/1071595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4189931622598307215</id><published>2008-08-20T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T06:02:30.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde foi isto?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwVmVAG7kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0GhOqwdOhfg/s1600-h/2074817.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwVmVAG7kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0GhOqwdOhfg/s400/2074817.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236584214941855298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt; 	&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt; 	&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.4  (Linux)"&gt; 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;São ainda muitas as vezes que cerro a razão&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que adormeço do mundo ao fechar os olhos&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sons do passado que vagueiam em mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deslumbres e sombras de eras perdidas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sonhos de futuros por realizar…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mundos e fantasias perdidas em mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vagueiam em espaços na minha mente&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sentimentos recalcados e apagados&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sem tempo para viverem em mim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Trazidos em sonhos de outro mundo…feliz&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas será que estão assim tão esquecidos?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Todo este amor por ti apenas passado&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Porque então me perseguem assim&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deixando em mim um vazio de vencer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Um estrondo de amor perdido mas por esquecer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Será que servem apenas para trazer a raiva  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Quando o tempo passa e desejamos tudo ter findo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;De voltar a sentir a fragilidade da vida&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A fugaz passagem que existe em nós  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que o nosso amor não passa de um sorrido&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Breve mas lindo sorriso no tempo do universo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A tua vida um dia e eu a solitária noite  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Longa e só por saber que mais não iras nascer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas é nestes momentos que sei que nada é o agora&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Serei sempre teu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Fui no passado teu e tu minha, fomos apenas um só&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Serei teu para sempre&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Nesse céu onde vives  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Onde voltaremos a ser um.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O agora não existe apenas me assombra.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;O agora é nulo e serve apenas para sentir tudo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Maddie" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Maddie&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4189931622598307215?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4189931622598307215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4189931622598307215&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4189931622598307215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4189931622598307215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/08/onde-foi-isto.html' title='Onde foi isto?'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SKwVmVAG7kI/AAAAAAAAAWo/0GhOqwdOhfg/s72-c/2074817.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2986748121949760122</id><published>2008-08-04T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T05:34:19.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre esse lugar verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SJb2zZux2rI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6rkZU220KWE/s1600-h/2118029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SJb2zZux2rI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6rkZU220KWE/s400/2118029.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230639380178262706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvo por frases ditas em chuva&lt;br /&gt;choros sem sabor de sal&lt;br /&gt;em túmulos que ficam para trás&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas que ficam por chorar&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos que foram sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Fechados no teu raio de sol&lt;br /&gt;Adormecido em relva verde&lt;br /&gt;Gravados em pedras cinzentas como eu&lt;br /&gt;Repletos de cor como o teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Rosas negras deixadas por mim&lt;br /&gt;Levados pelos arrepios na minha espinha&lt;br /&gt;De recordações de melhor dias passados&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que sempre que que não veja luz&lt;br /&gt;deixar de sentir a tua cura&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso a estilhaçar na minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Sei que posso sempre voltar a ti&lt;br /&gt;E tudo esta bem&lt;br /&gt;Sem dor, sem desculpas...encontrar o rumo&lt;br /&gt;Sempre no teu banho de luz&lt;br /&gt;No mais doce brilhar de sol&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a noite o faça por vezes desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;És o meu nascer de sol...sempre foste.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei por onde for&lt;br /&gt;Todos os lugares...tu vais lá estar&lt;br /&gt;Vais florir meu doce sol...sempre verde...meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Gracinha" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2986748121949760122?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2986748121949760122/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2986748121949760122&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2986748121949760122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2986748121949760122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/08/sempre-esse-lugar-verde.html' title='Sempre esse lugar verde'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SJb2zZux2rI/AAAAAAAAAWg/6rkZU220KWE/s72-c/2118029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-2044736168477723900</id><published>2008-07-28T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:25:55.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escuro dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SI2_PJtqtvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IQpwC28Cwuc/s1600-h/2010956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SI2_PJtqtvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IQpwC28Cwuc/s400/2010956.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228045009473418994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que me atingiu o mal&lt;br /&gt;Vejo que nem tudo é sempre rosa&lt;br /&gt;As nuvem negras da maldade&lt;br /&gt;A solidão dos longos..longos dias&lt;br /&gt;A angustia que me invade profundamente&lt;br /&gt;Trazida sempre  pela lua que me aconchega&lt;br /&gt;O desespero da minha imagem no espelho&lt;br /&gt;O meu quarto um lugar para o esconder&lt;br /&gt;E deixo me ficar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Com palavras que nunca te direi&lt;br /&gt;Durmo com o negro dos lençóis brancos&lt;br /&gt;Vazios dos teus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;E deixo me ficar para trás...&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas sombras a saírem da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto fico perdido no seu brilho&lt;br /&gt;Não mais voar por entre relâmpagos&lt;br /&gt;Sobrevoar a tempestade do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Assim se passa mais uma estação&lt;br /&gt;Ver te devagar e viciante&lt;br /&gt;Rastejar na minha alma&lt;br /&gt;E roubar o pouco do resto do meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Prenderes as minhas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Quando ainda tanto tenho para contar&lt;br /&gt;Das vezes que fiquei ao lado de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber por onde andei&lt;br /&gt;mas...ei...amei&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdido..mas amo&lt;br /&gt;Fico para tras com palavras nunca mais encontradas&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram para tras contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/luisgbatista" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/luisgbatista&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-2044736168477723900?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/2044736168477723900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=2044736168477723900&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2044736168477723900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/2044736168477723900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/07/escuro-dia.html' title='Escuro dia'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SI2_PJtqtvI/AAAAAAAAAWY/IQpwC28Cwuc/s72-c/2010956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-4576311284991340205</id><published>2008-07-21T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T05:38:40.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi ontem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SISDIsOeKWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PGxppT-LW3M/s1600-h/1937914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SISDIsOeKWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PGxppT-LW3M/s400/1937914.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225445652990667106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;São pequenas bombas&lt;br /&gt;As memorias dos teu beijos&lt;br /&gt;Rebentam em todo o meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Ferem-me e destroem a alma&lt;br /&gt;Percorrem este ser&lt;br /&gt;Deleitado nas tuas memorias&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um farol ténue&lt;br /&gt;De brilho já gasto&lt;br /&gt;Tem sonhos nunca concretizados&lt;br /&gt;Mas saudosos de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Despedem-se de ti&lt;br /&gt;Fogem de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem remorsos&lt;br /&gt;Sem olhar para trás...Adeus&lt;br /&gt;Abraça só hoje&lt;br /&gt;Amanha foi ontem para nós meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/kp4050" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/kp4050&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-4576311284991340205?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/4576311284991340205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=4576311284991340205&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4576311284991340205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/4576311284991340205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/07/foi-ontem.html' title='Foi ontem'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SISDIsOeKWI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/PGxppT-LW3M/s72-c/1937914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6646755481681805364</id><published>2008-07-18T05:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T05:51:57.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Correio Urgente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SICRaqfNa1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0HQNOhPNegU/s1600-h/457411.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SICRaqfNa1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0HQNOhPNegU/s400/457411.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224335455017593682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  	&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 2.3  (Linux)"&gt; 	 	 	&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Não consigo escrever&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Não sei mais que amor é este&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Deixas-me apenas para trás&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Se isso te liberta&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Aquele que nunca mais verás&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Que te deixou as flores&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A terra debaixo dos teus pés&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Vejo agora que afinal querias receber&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas sem dares a tua face&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Eu sei que vou direito ao fundo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas escrevo te por todo este caminho&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Por tudo que te dei&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Por tudo que me deste&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;E me fizeste desaparecer&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Desta vez sei que vou direito ao abismo&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas vou contigo …ride you alll de the way&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Comigo levo apenas…uma simples memoria&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Do que um dia me olhas-te&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sim hoje vou direito ao fundo …consegues senti-lo?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Mas se nem isto te faz sentir…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Não te preocupes...ainda estou a ver&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;A minha maior enchente…não tens de tentar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Roubo me a mim e a ti na minha mente&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;....Uma carta apenas sem destino&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto:&lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Gracinha" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6646755481681805364?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6646755481681805364/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6646755481681805364&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6646755481681805364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6646755481681805364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/07/correio-urgente.html' title=' Correio Urgente'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SICRaqfNa1I/AAAAAAAAAWI/0HQNOhPNegU/s72-c/457411.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716417061301047988.post-6049994051984045929</id><published>2008-07-10T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T05:47:52.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Desejo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SHYE3eje1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GmKEXnQjnrA/s1600-h/329541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SHYE3eje1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GmKEXnQjnrA/s400/329541.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221366169123869762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um boneco de trapos antigo&lt;br /&gt;Sem já metade mim&lt;br /&gt;Caído em descrença e esquecimento&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas quer um abraço teu&lt;br /&gt;De sentir o teu sorriso e te fazer sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei dentro da tua caixa e não consigo sair&lt;br /&gt;Deixas-te aberta...mas já não sei como voar&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei raízes no teu amor...mas não floresço&lt;br /&gt;Aguardo apenas que a luz que um dia vi&lt;br /&gt;Me encha cada canto do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Que abraces com ela com ela e me leves&lt;br /&gt;Para longe desta caixa... que mais não é.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foto: &lt;a href="http://www.olhares.com/Gracinha" class="url"&gt;www.olhares.com/Gracinha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7716417061301047988-6049994051984045929?l=d-obcession.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/feeds/6049994051984045929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7716417061301047988&amp;postID=6049994051984045929&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6049994051984045929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7716417061301047988/posts/default/6049994051984045929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://d-obcession.blogspot.com/2008/07/um-desejo.html' title='Um Desejo'/><author><name>Edu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17297006091328014981</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/R4Nz34gl5tI/AAAAAAAAABI/Z5z3dhOKVv4/S220/Folder.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vygh8WyZ6wg/SHYE3eje1EI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GmKEXnQjnrA/s72-c/329541.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
