<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343</id><updated>2011-10-03T18:43:55.854+01:00</updated><title type='text'>• A Diary •</title><subtitle type='html'>* Desabafos Da Alma</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4910811368565600470</id><published>2011-05-08T13:24:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T13:27:46.042+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasma (08/05/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--INptXyTdOI/TcaLqE458UI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F2_v1kUIWIQ/s1600/tumblr_lj4y8eKyid1qeavgbo1_500-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--INptXyTdOI/TcaLqE458UI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F2_v1kUIWIQ/s320/tumblr_lj4y8eKyid1qeavgbo1_500-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604320341292347714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesta vida, tudo tem que se alcançar através da luta&lt;br /&gt;Se não lutarmos, nunca seremos capazes de atingir o fim&lt;br /&gt;Pior será quando sentimos que apenas remamos contra a maré.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o rio a fluir como se eu nem estivesse ali&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto-me capaz de converter a corrente&lt;br /&gt;Por outras apenas a observo&lt;br /&gt;E vejo que não alterou em nada,&lt;br /&gt;Faça eu o esforço que fizer, não muda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Penso no que estarei a fazer de errado&lt;br /&gt;Para não criar nenhuma mudança&lt;br /&gt;Será força dos meus actos insuficiente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se eu não existisse&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um fantasma no meio do rio &lt;br /&gt;A corrente passa através do meu corpo, sem sequer lhe tocar&lt;br /&gt;Nem dá por mim&lt;br /&gt;A fazer força para que o sentido se altere,&lt;br /&gt;A tentar causar a mudança nesta forma de vida,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As energias fogem rapidamente do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Não vendo resultados, sinto-me incapaz de mudar seja o que for..&lt;br /&gt;E penso se valerá a pena continuar a remar&lt;br /&gt;Se daqui a uns tempos tudo será igual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para que se exerça a força contrária,&lt;br /&gt;É necessário que hajam dois corpos pesados,&lt;br /&gt;Para fazer mudar a direcção de um trajecto.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o rio não me sente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta corrente que desvaloriza a minha força e vontade,&lt;br /&gt;Terá que me ver partir,&lt;br /&gt;Sair do rio e esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabendo que um dia lutei e fui capaz,&lt;br /&gt;O rio é que não viu o fantasma que nela remava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um perfeito vazio invade a minha alma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4910811368565600470?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4910811368565600470/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantasma-08052011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4910811368565600470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4910811368565600470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/05/fantasma-08052011.html' title='Fantasma (08/05/2011)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--INptXyTdOI/TcaLqE458UI/AAAAAAAAAVM/F2_v1kUIWIQ/s72-c/tumblr_lj4y8eKyid1qeavgbo1_500-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1330187192361547979</id><published>2011-04-06T13:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T14:06:27.643+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente (06/04/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVCd1TcJsrc/TZxlOoslvXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/s9R1JUSdg2E/s1600/diferente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVCd1TcJsrc/TZxlOoslvXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/s9R1JUSdg2E/s320/diferente.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592456139404328306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou diferente,&lt;br /&gt;E é por isso que ganho o amor das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;Ao seres igual só consegues o interesse de quem te rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou quem sou e não escondo nem nunca vou esconder.&lt;br /&gt;Sou transparente naquilo que sinto&lt;br /&gt;E sincera quanto ao que quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia somos poucos,&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez somos menos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não largo dos meus princípios&lt;br /&gt;Só para agradar o povo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei quem sou, de onde vim e o que fiz para conseguir cá chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Amei, lutei, perdi, errei e aprendi.&lt;br /&gt;E isso fez de mim quem sou hoje:&lt;br /&gt;Diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este mundo tornou-se futurista&lt;br /&gt;Mas não da forma que era esperada, mas sim&lt;br /&gt;Por serem todos uns robôs a andar de um lado para o outro&lt;br /&gt;De forma programada&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberem para onde vão e o porquê&lt;br /&gt;Apenas "porque sim"!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho-me de mim mesma por ser quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho-me de aprender com as minhas derrotas e também as vitórias.&lt;br /&gt;E gosto de olhar para baixo e me rir ao ver o destino dos robôs:&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Mas triste, por saber que todos têm capacidades que não usam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu continuo a construir o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Com algumas pedras grandes, outras pequenas, mas continuo sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei que tenho um destino&lt;br /&gt;E não sei qual é, mas vivo e aprendo para lá chegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora diz-me...&lt;br /&gt;Já paras-te para perguntar a ti próprio,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vais?&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o teu corpo e alma não te responderem&lt;br /&gt;É porque a tua alma está vazia e negra&lt;br /&gt;E é o que te faz igual aos demais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu escolho viver e ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Tu escolhes viver.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1330187192361547979?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1330187192361547979/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/04/diferente-06042011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1330187192361547979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1330187192361547979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/04/diferente-06042011.html' title='Diferente (06/04/2011)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVCd1TcJsrc/TZxlOoslvXI/AAAAAAAAAU8/s9R1JUSdg2E/s72-c/diferente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7209031137613060017</id><published>2011-03-19T14:48:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:11:48.815Z</updated><title type='text'>A Tua Mão (19/03/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jf0szbn4duE/TYTCX-HZAdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yfutoD427To/s1600/115%2B-%2BA%2Btua%2Bm%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jf0szbn4duE/TYTCX-HZAdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yfutoD427To/s320/115%2B-%2BA%2Btua%2Bm%25C3%25A3o.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585803154913034706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava perdida &lt;br /&gt;Neste meu mundo impenetrável&lt;br /&gt;Vagueando sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Presa nesta escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Pelas sombras que me perseguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu estendeste-me a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Disseste-me para confiar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu agarrei-a e subi um degrau&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que me estás a segurar&lt;br /&gt;Á medida que vamos subindo estas escadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me cada vez mais perto da luz&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a brisa do vento nos meus cabelos&lt;br /&gt;A expectativa da vida lá fora&lt;br /&gt;A sensação de novas possibilidades,&lt;br /&gt;Novas batalhas para travar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma nova vida para viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu&lt;br /&gt;Ascendendo passo a passo,&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais perto,&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de lá chegar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7209031137613060017?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7209031137613060017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/03/tua-mao-19032011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7209031137613060017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7209031137613060017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/03/tua-mao-19032011.html' title='A Tua Mão (19/03/2011)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jf0szbn4duE/TYTCX-HZAdI/AAAAAAAAAUM/yfutoD427To/s72-c/115%2B-%2BA%2Btua%2Bm%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2863332484346697117</id><published>2011-02-18T15:31:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-02-18T15:32:51.850Z</updated><title type='text'>Wake Me Up (05/02/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MPgo2vg7Hk/TV6RGOlXwzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rA6ZkpxcoeM/s1600/wak%2Bup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MPgo2vg7Hk/TV6RGOlXwzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rA6ZkpxcoeM/s320/wak%2Bup.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575052924911338290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become broken within&lt;br /&gt;Can’t move ahead.&lt;br /&gt;It's like I’m being held,&lt;br /&gt;It's cold, too cold..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wonders trough the darkest places&lt;br /&gt;Where ther's only pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying inside…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How couldn't I?&lt;br /&gt;You were drowning me in your lies&lt;br /&gt;I am cursed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaze my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;Why do you see?&lt;br /&gt;This is not a mask,&lt;br /&gt;I have lost myself in all the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Just because you've got me fooled…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even trust myself anymore!&lt;br /&gt;I can't break trough..&lt;br /&gt;I’m fading away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of this nightmare..&lt;br /&gt;Wake up before it's too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2863332484346697117?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2863332484346697117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/02/wake-me-up-05022011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2863332484346697117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2863332484346697117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/02/wake-me-up-05022011.html' title='Wake Me Up (05/02/2011)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4MPgo2vg7Hk/TV6RGOlXwzI/AAAAAAAAAUE/rA6ZkpxcoeM/s72-c/wak%2Bup.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3046583556286383415</id><published>2011-01-05T15:35:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-05T16:06:44.138Z</updated><title type='text'>Vivo em ti (05/01/2011)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TSSW1hi5DRI/AAAAAAAAATI/HcAKnJwMYCM/s1600/21102010267-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 167px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TSSW1hi5DRI/AAAAAAAAATI/HcAKnJwMYCM/s320/21102010267-2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558733686363983122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma chora a tua perda&lt;br /&gt;Lá fora, as gotas que caem do céu&lt;br /&gt;Foram lágrimas que o meu espírito verteu&lt;br /&gt;Ao sentir-te a ir embora!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fio que anexava estas duas almas, cessou,&lt;br /&gt;Sem explicação, sem aviso.&lt;br /&gt;Outrora fora mais forte que uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Que presencio a nascer lá no fundo no horizonte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A brisa do mar, que agora contém&lt;br /&gt;As gotas da minha desgraça,&lt;br /&gt;Vem até mim e sussurra-me o teu nome.&lt;br /&gt;Ao tentar agarrá-la,&lt;br /&gt;Ela escapa-me entre os dedos.&lt;br /&gt;Fora apenas um sopro,&lt;br /&gt;Um grito mudo&lt;br /&gt;Daquela que já fui enquanto caminhavas a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Por estas vias por onde a vida nos conduz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Contempla o céu e observa a tempestade&lt;br /&gt;Pois só ela te pode contar a história do desaparecimento da minha força,&lt;br /&gt;Da minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto gritava: “Eu vivo em ti!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor da tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Fez com que esta se refugiasse, e&lt;br /&gt;A amargura que os sentidos me dão ao me lembrarem de ti&lt;br /&gt;Um por um…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provo - cada beijo teu apenas com uma lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;Escuto - o teu nome quando estou sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo - a tua imagem de quando te foste,&lt;br /&gt;Cheiro – o teu perfume por cada pedaço de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto - o teu toque por onde as tuas mãos já passaram,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta mágoa insuportável não se vai embora&lt;br /&gt;Apenas para me lembrar de que foste real&lt;br /&gt;E que no meu coração ficarás,&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha alma está agora contigo, e a tua comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vivo em ti e tu vives em mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3046583556286383415?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3046583556286383415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/01/vivo-em-ti-05012011.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3046583556286383415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3046583556286383415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2011/01/vivo-em-ti-05012011.html' title='Vivo em ti (05/01/2011)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TSSW1hi5DRI/AAAAAAAAATI/HcAKnJwMYCM/s72-c/21102010267-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-127407867841721732</id><published>2010-06-01T18:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T18:40:58.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Flame (01/06/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TAVGGyzYyLI/AAAAAAAAASs/mE-UKfsVjq8/s1600/Simken_Eternal_Flame-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TAVGGyzYyLI/AAAAAAAAASs/mE-UKfsVjq8/s320/Simken_Eternal_Flame-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477861604296542386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're myself on perfection,&lt;br /&gt;You're scent calls my name&lt;br /&gt;Every time I close my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up to me...&lt;br /&gt;I see you in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I want you to reveal yourself to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will never be over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the fire in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I watch them burn&lt;br /&gt;I feel the desire of getting inside&lt;br /&gt;Because I know,&lt;br /&gt;You won't harm me…&lt;br /&gt;Inside, there's only warm love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m damaged each time you’re far away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;You take the breath right out of me,&lt;br /&gt;I want to sacrifice myself&lt;br /&gt;I will put my soul in a jar&lt;br /&gt;And you'll take it with you…&lt;br /&gt;Surrender…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to leave me,&lt;br /&gt;Drop it into the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be forever lost in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I you want to keep me,&lt;br /&gt;Guard it well,&lt;br /&gt;Because this flame I have inside&lt;br /&gt;Won't crack.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let's march together&lt;br /&gt;This long road life is.&lt;br /&gt;And when we reach the end...&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand.&lt;br /&gt;And the wind will whisper our story&lt;br /&gt;To others, just waiting to uncover what love is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-127407867841721732?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/127407867841721732/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/06/eternal-flame-01062010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/127407867841721732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/127407867841721732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/06/eternal-flame-01062010.html' title='Eternal Flame (01/06/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/TAVGGyzYyLI/AAAAAAAAASs/mE-UKfsVjq8/s72-c/Simken_Eternal_Flame-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7341590625955135001</id><published>2010-05-24T17:27:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T17:33:15.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Follow Me (24/05/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S_qqOi0TIvI/AAAAAAAAASc/O97KviaJyyU/s1600/My_Protector_by_Maggie261982-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S_qqOi0TIvI/AAAAAAAAASc/O97KviaJyyU/s320/My_Protector_by_Maggie261982-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474875463863313138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rains...&lt;br /&gt;I run outside to feel the rain on my crust&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside, I know,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one touching me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every drop I sense on my face&lt;br /&gt;Feels like your hands caressing me..&lt;br /&gt;But soon, the light that involves my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Turns into tears..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm crying in the rain&lt;br /&gt;And no one seems to notice.&lt;br /&gt;Cause the rain won't let them to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm freaking out.&lt;br /&gt;I want to run far from this alley&lt;br /&gt;But the smell of your skin holds me back&lt;br /&gt;This bittersweet scent&lt;br /&gt;I can't struggle..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I feel me falling thought my darkest dreams&lt;br /&gt;Of my past,&lt;br /&gt;The wind comes to break my fall..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I am,&lt;br /&gt;Guided by your natural world.&lt;br /&gt;Every time something holds me back,&lt;br /&gt;You're there to pick me up.&lt;br /&gt;and That's how I know you'll always be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7341590625955135001?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7341590625955135001/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/05/follow-me-24052010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7341590625955135001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7341590625955135001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/05/follow-me-24052010.html' title='Follow Me (24/05/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S_qqOi0TIvI/AAAAAAAAASc/O97KviaJyyU/s72-c/My_Protector_by_Maggie261982-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-5243629594223891697</id><published>2010-05-15T12:28:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:55:54.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Today... (15/05/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S-6LwyNn8xI/AAAAAAAAASM/QWnPhKTZqN4/s1600/eu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S-6LwyNn8xI/AAAAAAAAASM/QWnPhKTZqN4/s320/eu.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471464267530629906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, is all about physical love. No one can explain what the real thing is about. Meaning? Naah, it’s just another word on our dictionary.. People meet each other, next they’re in love. Best friends and sweethearts are turned into tools so we can reach somewhere or someone. Misery... When we were little, people kept asking us “Do you believe in Santa?”.. Well, now.. As grown ups, they can ask us “Do you believe in Love?” and I, will honestly whisper.. “I do.. Now, Do ya?” Think about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-5243629594223891697?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5243629594223891697/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-15052010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5243629594223891697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5243629594223891697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/05/today-15052010.html' title='Today... (15/05/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S-6LwyNn8xI/AAAAAAAAASM/QWnPhKTZqN4/s72-c/eu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-19153461500024284</id><published>2010-03-16T16:00:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:07:50.262Z</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia (16/03/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S5-sxVv7cRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bOY-yZG4Z-I/s1600-h/nostal-1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S5-sxVv7cRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bOY-yZG4Z-I/s320/nostal-1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449264037793329426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memórias do passado&lt;br /&gt;Esfumaçando na minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Correndo de um lado para o outro,&lt;br /&gt;Gritanto e desesperando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O coração sente-se apertado&lt;br /&gt;Quase sufocado,&lt;br /&gt;Por não te poder dizer a falta que fazes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho fixamente para um lugar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não o consigo ver.&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo pensar em todos Aqueles Momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Em toda aquela história que já foi&lt;br /&gt;E não pode mais ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que nada tivesse mudado&lt;br /&gt;Desejo que erros não tivessem sido cometidos.&lt;br /&gt;Desespero por um futuro assim,&lt;br /&gt;Tão perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este fumo que me impede de ver o presente,&lt;br /&gt;Impede-me também de continuar sem relembrar&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias daquilo que foste, és e sempre serás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passado ainda este porque choro e invejo.&lt;br /&gt;Estou condenada a esta eterna nostalgia&lt;br /&gt;Que só tu me fazes viver...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou continuando a gritar por ti em todos os meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que um dia sejas capaz de me ouvir,&lt;br /&gt;Como um dia já foste...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-19153461500024284?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/19153461500024284/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia-16032010.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/19153461500024284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/19153461500024284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/03/nostalgia-16032010.html' title='Nostalgia (16/03/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S5-sxVv7cRI/AAAAAAAAAR8/bOY-yZG4Z-I/s72-c/nostal-1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2544990095557666775</id><published>2010-02-08T16:09:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:10:31.944Z</updated><title type='text'>Embrace Me (08/02/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S3A3X3R8U7I/AAAAAAAAARs/w0uBiq0-05c/s1600-h/mygoldenbirdbysaimain9be-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 226px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435905633351914418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S3A3X3R8U7I/AAAAAAAAARs/w0uBiq0-05c/s320/mygoldenbirdbysaimain9be-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take me as yours.&lt;br /&gt;Let’s survive in this world as one,&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me, my angel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wherever the river flows&lt;br /&gt;I want you swimming by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Waves won't stop us,&lt;br /&gt;Waterfalls won't separate us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My golden wings will let the sun shine on us&lt;br /&gt;Yours, that are silver, will light our way in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was falling for so long&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t even remember the colour of a beating heart.&lt;br /&gt;Thump-Thump is now back,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like a fever on my skin.&lt;br /&gt;So hot, so satisfying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your arms around me,&lt;br /&gt;Keep me warm,&lt;br /&gt;To drag me away from this ice war I've been living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly away with me.&lt;br /&gt;Where we'll be together, eternally. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2544990095557666775?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2544990095557666775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/02/embrace-me-08022010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2544990095557666775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2544990095557666775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/02/embrace-me-08022010.html' title='Embrace Me (08/02/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S3A3X3R8U7I/AAAAAAAAARs/w0uBiq0-05c/s72-c/mygoldenbirdbysaimain9be-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7054157919433518328</id><published>2010-01-22T16:53:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-22T16:58:25.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Escombros (19/01/2010)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S1nYtljbD8I/AAAAAAAAARk/0JQE0DYcAyI/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429609103458242498" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S1nYtljbD8I/AAAAAAAAARk/0JQE0DYcAyI/s320/untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pedaços de mim que se encontravam no chão,&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que partiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poeira que eu mesma&lt;br /&gt;Usei para te cegar no caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Por todo lado, era só a mim que tu vias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tropeçaste em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não desististe.&lt;br /&gt;Continuaste a caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Com cada pedaço de pedra debaixo dos teus pés,&lt;br /&gt;Cada pedaço de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorado ao longo do caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, ainda assim,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje tentas voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o caminho mudou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não encontras pedaços no chão,&lt;br /&gt;Não existe poeira para te cegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que resta do passado é o chão em que pousei.&lt;br /&gt;E nesse mesmo chão,&lt;br /&gt;Um castelo novo construi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, erguida e forte,&lt;br /&gt;Me olhas..&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-te onde arranjei tamanha força,&lt;br /&gt;E sentes a tua fraquesa voltar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7054157919433518328?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7054157919433518328/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/01/escombros-19012010.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7054157919433518328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7054157919433518328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/01/escombros-19012010.html' title='Escombros (19/01/2010)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S1nYtljbD8I/AAAAAAAAARk/0JQE0DYcAyI/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8259579354527821597</id><published>2010-01-13T20:03:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-13T20:07:09.466Z</updated><title type='text'>Um Poema Ao Mundo (22/12/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S04n4pUWq4I/AAAAAAAAARM/ibdis-be2uY/s1600-h/poema2-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S04n4pUWq4I/AAAAAAAAARM/ibdis-be2uY/s320/poema2-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426318455145409410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é poético hoje em dia?&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança que passa fome,&lt;br /&gt;Ou uma guerra que nunca acaba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de escrever coisas bonitas&lt;br /&gt;Se sobre coisas bonitas houvesse algo para escrever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poético não é uma mulher espancada, &lt;br /&gt;Ou uma floresta devastada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até escreveria palavras doces,&lt;br /&gt;Se mel houvesse no sorriso da criança&lt;br /&gt;Que pega no seu novo brinquedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo cheio de belezas e desastres,&lt;br /&gt;eu me perco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixo-me vencer&lt;br /&gt;Pelo cansaço de uma vida curta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste mundo,&lt;br /&gt;nem as palavras alimentam esta fome de poesia&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo tão cruel e perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia, alguém nos encontrará,&lt;br /&gt;Meu amigo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8259579354527821597?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8259579354527821597/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-poema-ao-mundo-22122009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8259579354527821597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8259579354527821597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2010/01/um-poema-ao-mundo-22122009.html' title='Um Poema Ao Mundo (22/12/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/S04n4pUWq4I/AAAAAAAAARM/ibdis-be2uY/s72-c/poema2-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7664588297533708897</id><published>2009-12-19T14:09:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-12-19T14:11:45.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Stronger (17/12/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SyzfCl6HHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Hwm34VjIqGI/s1600-h/106+-+Stronger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416949687448444594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SyzfCl6HHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Hwm34VjIqGI/s320/106+-+Stronger.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Looking at the left&lt;br /&gt;Starring at the right,&lt;br /&gt;Can't decide myself&lt;br /&gt;Which course should I take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I think for myself,&lt;br /&gt;Why change?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could be this naive girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows zero about this world,&lt;br /&gt;But then, wouldn’t I be just, thick?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t I seem similar to those girls&lt;br /&gt;Whose voices you hear across the avenue,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get attention from one and all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to be me,&lt;br /&gt;I like to think for myself,&lt;br /&gt;I like to feel this world is not mine to take.&lt;br /&gt;I love to have my own,&lt;br /&gt;I love to be aware that I’m different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day, I found myself&lt;br /&gt;In this never-ending battle,&lt;br /&gt;And each time I'm done with it,&lt;br /&gt;I know it's true, I really am strong,&lt;br /&gt;Stronger each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A smile is born thought my lips,&lt;br /&gt;And I say:&lt;br /&gt;There's another day to come.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7664588297533708897?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7664588297533708897/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/12/stronger-17122009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7664588297533708897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7664588297533708897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/12/stronger-17122009.html' title='Stronger (17/12/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SyzfCl6HHrI/AAAAAAAAAOw/Hwm34VjIqGI/s72-c/106+-+Stronger.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3608823848465293983</id><published>2009-11-05T19:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:50:16.889Z</updated><title type='text'>You Raise Me Up ( 04/11/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsZDY2sPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MmtInNbInks/s1600-h/105+-+You+Raise+Me+Up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 309px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400709187065262322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsZDY2sPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MmtInNbInks/s320/105+-+You+Raise+Me+Up.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You raise me up&lt;br /&gt;High, high in the sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me dream,&lt;br /&gt;Without falling.&lt;br /&gt;Making me trust,&lt;br /&gt;Without crawling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes are left behind&lt;br /&gt;A new life we’re just begun,&lt;br /&gt;Together&lt;br /&gt;As now we are one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up&lt;br /&gt;High, high in the mountain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Without pretending.&lt;br /&gt;Making me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Without silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart was a living wound&lt;br /&gt;Its blood, ice cold!&lt;br /&gt;When a knife cut trough my chest&lt;br /&gt;Placed by someone I loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up&lt;br /&gt;So high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making me fly,&lt;br /&gt;Without wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to stay up here with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3608823848465293983?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3608823848465293983/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-raise-me-up-04112009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3608823848465293983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3608823848465293983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/you-raise-me-up-04112009.html' title='You Raise Me Up ( 04/11/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsZDY2sPI/AAAAAAAAAOo/MmtInNbInks/s72-c/105+-+You+Raise+Me+Up.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3508756966382455491</id><published>2009-11-05T19:42:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-11-05T19:48:59.459Z</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Of You (02/11/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsHFPq60I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PwCefnzX40M/s1600-h/104+-+Ghost+Of+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 192px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5400708878325967682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsHFPq60I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PwCefnzX40M/s320/104+-+Ghost+Of+You.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today,&lt;br /&gt;I saw this black figure…&lt;br /&gt;From the moment I laid my eyes on it,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t take them anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Temperatures rising,&lt;br /&gt;My heart is whipping so fast.&lt;br /&gt;I long for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m confused with these feelings I’m having.&lt;br /&gt;It felt like something was dragging me,&lt;br /&gt;Something stronger,&lt;br /&gt;Bigger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t stop myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m breaking apart,&lt;br /&gt;Just from looking at it&lt;br /&gt;How can this be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper lofty as I think I’m going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes while the sun&lt;br /&gt;Touches my skin.&lt;br /&gt;But my mind is still focus on that gloomy essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It looks so unsafe,&lt;br /&gt;So not attracted&lt;br /&gt;But I still wish for it, a lot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh god, I think I’m going crazy.&lt;br /&gt;My past hunts me so,&lt;br /&gt;Since That Moment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3508756966382455491?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3508756966382455491/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/ghost-of-you-02112009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3508756966382455491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3508756966382455491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/11/ghost-of-you-02112009.html' title='Ghost Of You (02/11/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SvMsHFPq60I/AAAAAAAAAOg/PwCefnzX40M/s72-c/104+-+Ghost+Of+You.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-997219038015637952</id><published>2009-10-31T16:15:00.003Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T16:25:34.107Z</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas (31/10/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SuxjEk12EPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kE8eAF7c7IU/s1600-h/103+-+D%C3%BAvidas.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 148px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398798983570526450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SuxjEk12EPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kE8eAF7c7IU/s320/103+-+D%C3%BAvidas.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fico esperando&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite fria&lt;br /&gt;Que me digas o que pretendes,&lt;br /&gt;O que esperas de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo no ambiente muda&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o nos meus ossos.&lt;br /&gt;O ar fica húmido,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio por saber&lt;br /&gt;Que desta maneira ninguem me vê chorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fico aqui esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Ansiando saber&lt;br /&gt;O que pretendes de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente,&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples gota caida do céu&lt;br /&gt;Cai sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Num momento,&lt;br /&gt;Já não existe partes secas no meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;E pergunto-me:&lt;br /&gt;Se podera ser um reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Da minha alma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se Deus chorará comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se será possivel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o meu espirito separar-se do meu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;E foi como se rasteja-se em direcção ao solo,&lt;br /&gt;Fundindo-se.&lt;br /&gt;Os dois juntos choram agora todas as perdas,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dúdivas desta vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou:&lt;br /&gt;De joelhos na lama,&lt;br /&gt;Mãos agarrando a terra molhada,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos presos ao chão,&lt;br /&gt;Olhos vazios, incompletos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma abandonou-me.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez para procurar as respostas&lt;br /&gt;ás minhas perguntas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia ela volte.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia eu perceba aquilo que queres&lt;br /&gt;de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia os meus olhos se encham de brilho&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia não tenha que esperar pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Para que ninguem me veja chorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-997219038015637952?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/997219038015637952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/duvidas-31102009.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/997219038015637952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/997219038015637952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/duvidas-31102009.html' title='Dúvidas (31/10/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SuxjEk12EPI/AAAAAAAAAN4/kE8eAF7c7IU/s72-c/103+-+D%C3%BAvidas.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-121619228301614032</id><published>2009-10-10T16:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T17:01:07.947+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Utopia (07/10/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/StCtmV-nQRI/AAAAAAAAANw/AtQDWJvSOUc/s1600-h/Ambiente+de+trabalho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390999628208881938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/StCtmV-nQRI/AAAAAAAAANw/AtQDWJvSOUc/s320/Ambiente+de+trabalho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming out loud,&lt;br /&gt;How I found myself.&lt;br /&gt;Creating this entire new world&lt;br /&gt;That could never be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;Land of my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The place for me&lt;br /&gt;Let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always asked myself&lt;br /&gt;Why wasn't I capable of fit in?&lt;br /&gt;In this authentic humanity,&lt;br /&gt;But now I can finally understand,&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;You're my true home&lt;br /&gt;Let me be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was drowning on your own&lt;br /&gt;There's no air for me&lt;br /&gt;In this authentic humanity,&lt;br /&gt;And now I can finally understand&lt;br /&gt;There's a place for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;Why can't you be true?&lt;br /&gt;How I wish you were mine.&lt;br /&gt;You're all I truly need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still dreaming now,&lt;br /&gt;But never loosing hopes&lt;br /&gt;In this authentic humanity,&lt;br /&gt;All I want is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm loosing my mask&lt;br /&gt;It's falling down my face&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be,&lt;br /&gt;Please jump off my dreams&lt;br /&gt;And let me go through yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I'm dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still smiling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing it for you.&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I'm praying to you.&lt;br /&gt;Utopia,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for you.&lt;br /&gt;Utopia.&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding my mask on once again,&lt;br /&gt;Until you emerge from my imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-121619228301614032?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/121619228301614032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/utopia-07102009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/121619228301614032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/121619228301614032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/10/utopia-07102009.html' title='Utopia (07/10/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/StCtmV-nQRI/AAAAAAAAANw/AtQDWJvSOUc/s72-c/Ambiente+de+trabalho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4636568287027646893</id><published>2009-09-19T14:18:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T14:20:53.487+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got A Felling (19/09/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SrTarsVtvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/6_COFjVnz_Q/s1600-h/45612855ff29a9140de3c02aba15ac7e_large-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 301px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383167898786053538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SrTarsVtvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/6_COFjVnz_Q/s320/45612855ff29a9140de3c02aba15ac7e_large-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I got a feeling I don’t belong in this world,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t be myself in it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bit better than this.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't plant a mask like everyone else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I am what I'm not&lt;br /&gt;I can't pretend I am someone always kind,&lt;br /&gt;Always care,&lt;br /&gt;Perfect,&lt;br /&gt;Just like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm dirty,&lt;br /&gt;I'm ugly,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fat,&lt;br /&gt;I'm arrogant,&lt;br /&gt;I'm rude.&lt;br /&gt;I'm what I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling,&lt;br /&gt;That I just can't live here,&lt;br /&gt;Among all those people,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is a Masquerade Party.&lt;br /&gt;I got to be strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not just pretend, because I&lt;br /&gt;Simply can't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how can you?&lt;br /&gt;How can you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch them all day,&lt;br /&gt;And every time I do&lt;br /&gt;I feel a little more out from this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some heroes I must say.&lt;br /&gt;In this poor world,&lt;br /&gt;There are special ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I got a feeling I must go,&lt;br /&gt;Cause this world is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just can't handle this anymore,&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing my last hopes,&lt;br /&gt;I'm singing my heart for you,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm breaking up inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will I find the glue?&lt;br /&gt;The truth hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So,&lt;br /&gt;I can finally fit in,&lt;br /&gt;With all those people who I don’t recognize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can't find the words to say,&lt;br /&gt;What is, truth?&lt;br /&gt;What is, trust?&lt;br /&gt;What is, real?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing myself with them,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes even I can't find those words.&lt;br /&gt;The meanings I’m forgetting,&lt;br /&gt;The feelings I’m regretting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a feeling I,&lt;br /&gt;Don't belong here!&lt;br /&gt;Here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4636568287027646893?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4636568287027646893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-felling-19092009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4636568287027646893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4636568287027646893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-got-felling-19092009.html' title='I Got A Felling (19/09/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SrTarsVtvaI/AAAAAAAAANo/6_COFjVnz_Q/s72-c/45612855ff29a9140de3c02aba15ac7e_large-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8149372907009420159</id><published>2009-08-30T16:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:53:46.534+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My Last Lullaby (30/08/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SpqggCKzJhI/AAAAAAAAANg/sYZSR_vqaOY/s1600-h/l-2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375785577418532370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SpqggCKzJhI/AAAAAAAAANg/sYZSR_vqaOY/s320/l-2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m sleeping in my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to a voice&lt;br /&gt;Which calls to me.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know if it’s a hallucination,&lt;br /&gt;But it feels kind of good:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hear this song.&lt;br /&gt;Embrace these lines&lt;br /&gt;Which soar with my breathing…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the breeze as she passes trough your skin&lt;br /&gt;Just like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Whose free spirit is dyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Your time is yet to come&lt;br /&gt;Listen to this chant,&lt;br /&gt;This is my last lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can leave the pain behind!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise you nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But if you just look at the moon,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such darkness around her, and yet&lt;br /&gt;The light she reveals&lt;br /&gt;Are able to clarify the streets at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can be strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now,&lt;br /&gt;You were broken hearted&lt;br /&gt;To many times.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve come for you, my angel&lt;br /&gt;I have waited patiently for your rebirth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I sing to you…&lt;br /&gt;Over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;This lullaby.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up next morning,&lt;br /&gt;I have this flame within&lt;br /&gt;My heart is burning wild&lt;br /&gt;However, it can’t harm me,&lt;br /&gt;It’s just my spirit&lt;br /&gt;It’s alive again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sing now, my last lullaby.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8149372907009420159?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8149372907009420159/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-lullaby-30082009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8149372907009420159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8149372907009420159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-last-lullaby-30082009.html' title='My Last Lullaby (30/08/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SpqggCKzJhI/AAAAAAAAANg/sYZSR_vqaOY/s72-c/l-2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2445449741611626623</id><published>2009-08-09T18:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T19:05:15.959+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Body (09/08/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sn8Pr0HESsI/AAAAAAAAANY/xx7SHaMYkew/s1600-h/Ambiente+de+trabalho-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368026526245997250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sn8Pr0HESsI/AAAAAAAAANY/xx7SHaMYkew/s320/Ambiente+de+trabalho-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm going to tell you how I feel&lt;br /&gt;When I stare at you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have something in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That really captivates me..&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s the way they glow,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it’s your iris colour.&lt;br /&gt;They make me remind a vast wasteland&lt;br /&gt;That I need to be vanished in..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have something in your skin,&lt;br /&gt;That really makes me lay a hand on..&lt;br /&gt;Want to sense it.&lt;br /&gt;Such splendour in a body.&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you express yourself with it.&lt;br /&gt;And I do get pleasure from reading it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have something in your lips,&lt;br /&gt;That really makes me delusional..&lt;br /&gt;I love the way you smile.&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I feel such need for it..&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes of it!&lt;br /&gt;And it’s contagious, you know?&lt;br /&gt;It’s good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you ever lose those lines.&lt;br /&gt;Those precious moves,&lt;br /&gt;Cause I like watching it...&lt;br /&gt;I like examine it,&lt;br /&gt;Don't take that away from me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a book,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yet to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2445449741611626623?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2445449741611626623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-body-09082009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2445449741611626623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2445449741611626623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-body-09082009.html' title='Your Body (09/08/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sn8Pr0HESsI/AAAAAAAAANY/xx7SHaMYkew/s72-c/Ambiente+de+trabalho-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8247800572846419585</id><published>2009-07-29T14:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:33:53.923+01:00</updated><title type='text'>- (09/07/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SnBPmGUcOTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BM4IXyYpoKs/s1600-h/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363874672148232498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SnBPmGUcOTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BM4IXyYpoKs/s320/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/8565109759079212343-8247800572846419585?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8247800572846419585/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/09072009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8247800572846419585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8247800572846419585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/07/09072009.html' title='- (09/07/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SnBPmGUcOTI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BM4IXyYpoKs/s72-c/Sem+t%C3%ADtulo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8212586262631630338</id><published>2009-06-23T10:45:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T10:47:11.087+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Miles (26/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SkCkmXZX2QI/AAAAAAAAANI/oGYQw2mXDIc/s1600-h/098+-+Miles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5350457336338569474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SkCkmXZX2QI/AAAAAAAAANI/oGYQw2mXDIc/s320/098+-+Miles.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will listen your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Making me believe that you are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear,&lt;br /&gt;We'll pick up all the rocks&lt;br /&gt;On our way,&lt;br /&gt;And, soon, we'll put up our castle with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember? My prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My vision softly creeping,&lt;br /&gt;When I can't sense your touch in my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far, so close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper my dreams in silence&lt;br /&gt;As a prayer,&lt;br /&gt;So the wind will come and find you.&lt;br /&gt;Bring you next to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These miles we will break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raindrops are far away from the ground,&lt;br /&gt;But they always get there,&lt;br /&gt;As it demands their fate.&lt;br /&gt;It is meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so do we, my prince.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet prince.&lt;br /&gt;We write down our own destiny, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8212586262631630338?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8212586262631630338/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/miles-26052009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8212586262631630338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8212586262631630338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/06/miles-26052009.html' title='Miles (26/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SkCkmXZX2QI/AAAAAAAAANI/oGYQw2mXDIc/s72-c/098+-+Miles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4994663957743058813</id><published>2009-05-22T21:05:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T21:07:14.065+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence (18/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/ShcF7DLGl5I/AAAAAAAAANA/mJ1k2a46ecI/s1600-h/097+-+Silence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338742395293308818" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/ShcF7DLGl5I/AAAAAAAAANA/mJ1k2a46ecI/s320/097+-+Silence.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Opening my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;See what's ahead.&lt;br /&gt;Closing some doors,&lt;br /&gt;Open new windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I feel I must do.&lt;br /&gt;But I stay in the cold instead.&lt;br /&gt;All by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am constantly stuck in here!&lt;br /&gt;Too frightened to leave things in the past.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to find me&lt;br /&gt;Recalling..&lt;br /&gt;Because who remembers,&lt;br /&gt;Have previously forgotten...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to leave behind&lt;br /&gt;What was important…&lt;br /&gt;I sense you watching over me&lt;br /&gt;All the time.&lt;br /&gt;Each second!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the stars I endure,&lt;br /&gt;In silence.&lt;br /&gt;Each one represents a moment,&lt;br /&gt;That only we can appreciate.&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful moments.&lt;br /&gt;So hurtful...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried almost every day,&lt;br /&gt;On hours of darkness, on sunlight…&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find a reason for your lies,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting against all grief,&lt;br /&gt;I desire that you show me&lt;br /&gt;The truth in your eyes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t say it unless you mean it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plans we did,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams we had,&lt;br /&gt;Unfulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;All in the past.&lt;br /&gt;And now,&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments are like little voices&lt;br /&gt;Screaming in my head, so loud.&lt;br /&gt;Pleading me to let them go!&lt;br /&gt;So they will approach you,&lt;br /&gt;To speak my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daily I suffer,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to listen to those voices,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to ignore their calling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I won't be able to&lt;br /&gt;Disregard them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I Find It Kinda Funny,&lt;br /&gt;I Find It Kinda Sad,&lt;br /&gt;The Dreams In Which I'm Dying&lt;br /&gt;Are The Best I've Ever Had...&lt;br /&gt;I Find It Hard To Tell You."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4994663957743058813?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4994663957743058813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/silence-18052009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4994663957743058813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4994663957743058813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/silence-18052009.html' title='Silence (18/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/ShcF7DLGl5I/AAAAAAAAANA/mJ1k2a46ecI/s72-c/097+-+Silence.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8287224169964229516</id><published>2009-05-15T17:21:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:29:10.775+01:00</updated><title type='text'>E Se...? (13/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sg2YT-urwVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rn_YY5UvYFs/s1600-h/E+Se.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336088602527646034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sg2YT-urwVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rn_YY5UvYFs/s320/E+Se.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentado no teu canto,&lt;br /&gt;Choras.&lt;br /&gt;Pensas no porquê de estares assim,&lt;br /&gt;Reflectes sobre tudo&lt;br /&gt;O que te levou a esta situaçao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-te se serás forte&lt;br /&gt;Para quebrar todas as barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Se serás corajoso&lt;br /&gt;Para dizeres aquilo que pretendes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não aquilo que querem,&lt;br /&gt;Para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregaste as pedras do teu caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Formas-te o teu destino.&lt;br /&gt;Perguntas-te se foram as escolhas certas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carregas tanto peso nas costas,&lt;br /&gt;Por um passado inteiro,&lt;br /&gt;Agora amachucado no lixo,&lt;br /&gt;Como um pedaço de papel&lt;br /&gt;Em que a poesia não correu bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choras,&lt;br /&gt;Porque sabes que nada disto é real.&lt;br /&gt;Que foi um passado que valeu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não chegou ao fim pretendido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soluças,&lt;br /&gt;Por ser uma história acabada,&lt;br /&gt;Não pela falta de força de vontade.&lt;br /&gt;Por sentimentos com que não se lidou,&lt;br /&gt;Por palavras que, no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Não foram ditas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que te encontras...&lt;br /&gt;A pensar se tudo valeu a pena,&lt;br /&gt;Agora estás assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não teria havido coragem para melhor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhando nos teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Reconheço a bravura.&lt;br /&gt;Mas não reconheço esse remorço.&lt;br /&gt;Não esse olhar negro, triste, fechado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começas a pensar,&lt;br /&gt;E se.. E se..&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras e pensamentos não levam longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E continuas assim,&lt;br /&gt;Até que te levantes,&lt;br /&gt;E protejas o teu próprio futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Brilhante e alegre,&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre quiseste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8287224169964229516?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8287224169964229516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-se-13052009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8287224169964229516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8287224169964229516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/e-se-13052009.html' title='E Se...? (13/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sg2YT-urwVI/AAAAAAAAAM4/Rn_YY5UvYFs/s72-c/E+Se.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8435373328632611238</id><published>2009-05-15T17:00:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-15T17:03:52.670+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Me And Every You (13/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sg2SZDkMUiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/t31dI-mRw_c/s1600-h/Every+Me+And+Every+You.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336082092655399458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 233px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sg2SZDkMUiI/AAAAAAAAAMw/t31dI-mRw_c/s320/Every+Me+And+Every+You.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I try not to miss you so much,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart isn’t able to obey me.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I hurt myself?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I like being mistreated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dream I had tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I was so vanished,&lt;br /&gt;Again, so lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie in my bed waiting for a reaction&lt;br /&gt;Not a hint..&lt;br /&gt;I just stare at the wall&lt;br /&gt;Thinking "Why?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I embrace myself&lt;br /&gt;I hold my knees so firm.&lt;br /&gt;I'm so afraid of what I’m feeling.&lt;br /&gt;My body wasn’t used to this pain anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m shivering,&lt;br /&gt;Not freezing,&lt;br /&gt;Fearing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to feel this over again,&lt;br /&gt;Please stop this madness&lt;br /&gt;In my head!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to fight against this sorrow&lt;br /&gt;I want to be happy just like once&lt;br /&gt;No memories pushing me back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m not that strong.&lt;br /&gt;My mind is every me and every you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8435373328632611238?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8435373328632611238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/every-me-and-every-you-13052009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8435373328632611238'/><link rel='self' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7070327237033915448</id><published>2009-05-08T16:37:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T16:43:50.136+01:00</updated><title type='text'>You And Me (08/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgRShNkYuWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DvrzFg8ZX9w/s1600-h/ugive.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333478589244946786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgRShNkYuWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DvrzFg8ZX9w/s320/ugive.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We’re walking side by side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strong feelings in our hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing else matters…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You smiled at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All bad things just ran away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can’t think of the very last instance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’ve felt so alive!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This doesn’t make any sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I disregard of all my problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And my reason it’s just you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Only you..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I just want to be there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Next to you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To embrace you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a baby holds his blanket tight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Because he’s terrified of losing it..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re not only my guardian &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In this murky world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re my best friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You’re my universe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I dream of you and me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dreams are always supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;About the things we desire the most!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Instead…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I wake up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realize, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m already in one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And you will be next to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7070327237033915448?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7070327237033915448/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-and-me-08052009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7070327237033915448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7070327237033915448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/you-and-me-08052009.html' title='You And Me (08/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgRShNkYuWI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DvrzFg8ZX9w/s72-c/ugive.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3827470854870263252</id><published>2009-05-06T17:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T17:30:20.096+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Comprometida (06/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgG7Eu6JBaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/slcq9EVQISM/s1600-h/093+-+Comprometida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332749123769140642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgG7Eu6JBaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/slcq9EVQISM/s320/093+-+Comprometida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lado a lado caminhamos os dois,&lt;br /&gt;Para onde? Nem nós sabemos.&lt;br /&gt;E o que nos espera?&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De mão dada atravessamos&lt;br /&gt;Oceanos e tempestades.&lt;br /&gt;Batalhamos contra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Para ficarmos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada nos separa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu e o meu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Só nós os dois,&lt;br /&gt;Juntos para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laço perfeitamente forte.&lt;br /&gt;Um fio de outro,&lt;br /&gt;Que uma simples tesoura&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue cortar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que um de nós&lt;br /&gt;Quisesse quebrar esse laço,&lt;br /&gt;O universo não permitiria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço parte de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Tu fazes parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mim não funcionas,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti não vivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única dificuldade que encontro,&lt;br /&gt;É a de te saber ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostara de um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Ter esse poder&lt;br /&gt;Para não andar as cegas no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Por tanto tempo,&lt;br /&gt;E só me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Quando uma mão se estende,&lt;br /&gt;Para me levar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3827470854870263252?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3827470854870263252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/comprometida-06052009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3827470854870263252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3827470854870263252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/comprometida-06052009.html' title='Comprometida (06/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SgG7Eu6JBaI/AAAAAAAAAMg/slcq9EVQISM/s72-c/093+-+Comprometida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-9103881735701714064</id><published>2009-05-02T19:28:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T21:00:52.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Story (02/05/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfyRAzW5s8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/HlsRC_EC_WA/s1600-h/092+-+Love+Story.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331295501872116674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfyRAzW5s8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/HlsRC_EC_WA/s320/092+-+Love+Story.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;You rocked my world,&lt;br /&gt;You dried my tears,&lt;br /&gt;You made me trust,&lt;br /&gt;And believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything is unworkable,&lt;br /&gt;I desire living this!&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s just a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;Still, I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;There's something amazing just like that for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a bright sight…&lt;br /&gt;You could be my prince,&lt;br /&gt;I could be your princess&lt;br /&gt;Then, I would make you mine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fancy living a love story,&lt;br /&gt;With you!&lt;br /&gt;Lets get together,&lt;br /&gt;Lets fall in love,&lt;br /&gt;Lets fight against dragons and witches,&lt;br /&gt;Lets have an "Happily Ever After".&lt;br /&gt;Just like they accomplish in movies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m already dreaming about it,&lt;br /&gt;I see me walking on green lands&lt;br /&gt;Jumping, singing.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to discover you, my prince.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to be your Juliet,&lt;br /&gt;You could be my Romeo.&lt;br /&gt;Take me somewhere we can be alone,&lt;br /&gt;Take me to our fantasy world.&lt;br /&gt;Take me to this new future,&lt;br /&gt;Where we previously know the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see flowers,&lt;br /&gt;I see butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;I see a blue and clean sky.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come, my dear.&lt;br /&gt;Lets face our monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And write our own Love Story!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-9103881735701714064?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/9103881735701714064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-story-02052009.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9103881735701714064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9103881735701714064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-story-02052009.html' title='Love Story (02/05/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfyRAzW5s8I/AAAAAAAAAMY/HlsRC_EC_WA/s72-c/092+-+Love+Story.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1056562995091963445</id><published>2009-04-30T16:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:46:05.708+01:00</updated><title type='text'>That Moment (30/04/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfnHYRNwHMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cDW8tCW-6gs/s1600-h/091+-+That+Moment.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330510853721562306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 269px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 303px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfnHYRNwHMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cDW8tCW-6gs/s320/091+-+That+Moment.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We all know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How it feels like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To feel our body melting away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feeling that this little act&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's strong enough to bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Someone to life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know how it is..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To feel my knees trembling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just because I saw that someone special!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Unique, exceptional.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how you made me feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's been so long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many long..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So innocent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So full of hopes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They can look right thought me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I sense they want to read my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So you can understand what I'm feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It doesn't really matter what I feel now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I know you've saw me within,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You experience what I felt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time I stand watching you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like soul mates!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We thought we could, in no way be spaced out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;At the time I couldn't even imagine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What would occur to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If suddenly you've lost your smile!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In my elderly, broken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sinister world!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do you remember?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You saved me that day, that moment..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When we became one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I remember..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I try to be strong enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I try to look physically/psychologically powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So you can't watch me falling apart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And, as a result, I can perceive your smile..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So, don't be troubled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Be pleased!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just don’t let our moments die!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1056562995091963445?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1056562995091963445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-moment-30042009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1056562995091963445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1056562995091963445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/that-moment-30042009.html' title='That Moment (30/04/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfnHYRNwHMI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/cDW8tCW-6gs/s72-c/091+-+That+Moment.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7440394150875583087</id><published>2009-04-30T10:37:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:00:28.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fotografia (24/04/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxmniGuUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w3_5iaLSJR8/s1600-h/090+-+Fotografia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330416542230690114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxmniGuUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w3_5iaLSJR8/s320/090+-+Fotografia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca ninguém terá essa força.&lt;br /&gt;Jamais haverá alguem que vai ver&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que, em tempos, testemunhei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo toda a minha força&lt;br /&gt;Para não deixar que este momento congelado,&lt;br /&gt;Me desfaça em pedaços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fotografia:&lt;br /&gt;Traz-me uma mistura de sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Fico confusa por não saber&lt;br /&gt;Qual deles deixar pousar em mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se poderei sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que já teve o seu ponto final.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se deverei chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que já me fez sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos vão passando,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas vão mudando,&lt;br /&gt;Os flashes iluminando&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão das nossas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que fica,&lt;br /&gt;São aqueles segundos guardados em papel.&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno espaço de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;E grande significado.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu lugar num mundo que já não é o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ao pegar nesse pedaço de papel,&lt;br /&gt;Que te escrevo...&lt;br /&gt;Como fomos capazes?&lt;br /&gt;Como nos deixámos esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;Como escapou das nossas mãos?&lt;br /&gt;Aconteceu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que me permito sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver a felicidade gravada,&lt;br /&gt;Num tempo já passado,&lt;br /&gt;Com tamanha sinceridade a florir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só eu vi.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu senti,&lt;br /&gt;Então, só eu sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também já não sei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me vou sentir ao saber?&lt;br /&gt;Não quero saber.&lt;br /&gt;A ignorância acomoda-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo de esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7440394150875583087?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7440394150875583087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotografia-24042009.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7440394150875583087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7440394150875583087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/fotografia-24042009.html' title='Fotografia (24/04/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxmniGuUI/AAAAAAAAAMA/w3_5iaLSJR8/s72-c/090+-+Fotografia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1991995752028809363</id><published>2009-04-30T10:36:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:59:01.507+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Olha Para Mim (23/04/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxYisTHuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6A8pvTvkTQY/s1600-h/089+-+Olha+para+mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330416300413099746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxYisTHuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6A8pvTvkTQY/s320/089+-+Olha+para+mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há mais dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Do que aquilo que tu consegues ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais palavras por entre as linhas&lt;br /&gt;Já escritas,&lt;br /&gt;E só tu é que não consegues ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais por entre cada suspiro solto.&lt;br /&gt;Existe um mar de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os oceanos azuis,&lt;br /&gt;Que indicam o caminho para o sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há mais cores em mim para admirar&lt;br /&gt;Preto e branco nem sempre reinam,&lt;br /&gt;Só é preciso a força e a fé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me numa noite gelada,&lt;br /&gt;Que espera por um amanhecer quente e novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E pergunto-me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me queres ver de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não experimentas um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para mim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1991995752028809363?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1991995752028809363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/olha-para-mim-23042009.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1991995752028809363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1991995752028809363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/olha-para-mim-23042009.html' title='Olha Para Mim (23/04/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxYisTHuI/AAAAAAAAAL4/6A8pvTvkTQY/s72-c/089+-+Olha+para+mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3603788582482092222</id><published>2009-04-30T10:35:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:56:56.647+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Day (01/01/2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxDuooZrI/AAAAAAAAALw/ltJlPTkaEWE/s1600-h/088+-+Burning+Day.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330415942841689778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxDuooZrI/AAAAAAAAALw/ltJlPTkaEWE/s320/088+-+Burning+Day.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I look at the sea&lt;br /&gt;Is your face that comes to me&lt;br /&gt;I watch the waves passing by&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that moment was frozen&lt;br /&gt;I see your eyes in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Oh, when did the moon get so bright?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the phoenix on burning day&lt;br /&gt;My past goes away&lt;br /&gt;I start a new life&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk trought the rocks&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind upon my sholders&lt;br /&gt;Little drops of the ocean in my skin&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fresh&lt;br /&gt;I feel that I can do anything&lt;br /&gt;Anything you want me to, for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the phoenix on burning day&lt;br /&gt;Because when I'm with you&lt;br /&gt;I feel so warm in a second&lt;br /&gt;In the other I'm a new me&lt;br /&gt;Happier than ever&lt;br /&gt;Happier than 5 seconds ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every minute that passes by&lt;br /&gt;I'm a whole new person&lt;br /&gt;I'm up here in the rocks&lt;br /&gt;Way up high&lt;br /&gt;I almost feel like I can fly&lt;br /&gt;Happy thoughts its what is takes&lt;br /&gt;So I hear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like the phoenix on burning day&lt;br /&gt;My loalty is to one person&lt;br /&gt;That someone makes me feel brand new&lt;br /&gt;Every day,&lt;br /&gt;So alive, so free...&lt;br /&gt;That person, is you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3603788582482092222?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3603788582482092222/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/burning-day-01012009.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3603788582482092222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3603788582482092222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/burning-day-01012009.html' title='Burning Day (01/01/2009)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflxDuooZrI/AAAAAAAAALw/ltJlPTkaEWE/s72-c/088+-+Burning+Day.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3583565436635145252</id><published>2009-04-30T10:34:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:55:30.372+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitiço (30/08/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflwxiezbFI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Mxs3-EGFkE/s1600-h/087+-+Feiti%C3%A7o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330415630341598290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflwxiezbFI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Mxs3-EGFkE/s320/087+-+Feiti%C3%A7o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde criança,&lt;br /&gt;Que sonho com um momento&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite, algo mágico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero conhecer alguém&lt;br /&gt;Que me faça sentir especial.&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo que precise de mim.&lt;br /&gt;E que me faça precisar dele.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que eu possa tocar,&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que é autêntico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Com quem possa falar&lt;br /&gt;E que não tenha que me esconder&lt;br /&gt;E mostrar quem realmente sou.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que com um olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire a máscara que carrego,&lt;br /&gt;E me veja...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será isto apenas um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero caminhar contigo sob o luar&lt;br /&gt;Numa praia que me aparece quando fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Quero tirar os sapatos&lt;br /&gt;E sentir a areia fria debaixo dos meus pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixaremos as nossas pegadas pela praia,&lt;br /&gt;E continuaremos a caminhar,&lt;br /&gt;Com as mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;E um sorriso nos lábios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegou o momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olha-me nos olhos e diz-me:&lt;br /&gt;"Isto é real, isto sou eu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aí iremos correr em direcção ao mar&lt;br /&gt;Molharemos os pés,&lt;br /&gt;Sentiremos as ondas&lt;br /&gt;E a energia do oceano nos nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Tal como duas crianças.&lt;br /&gt;E se olharem para nós,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que verão,&lt;br /&gt;São os minúsculos cristais&lt;br /&gt;Que as gotas do mar vão parecer á claridade da lua.&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez sejam apenas os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Que, na escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Difundem a luz com que a minha alma se envolve&lt;br /&gt;Por estar ali contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança que olhes para mim,&lt;br /&gt;E vejas esse brilho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, com esse brilho,&lt;br /&gt;Virá também um sorriso simples, puro.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais que a felicidade genuína daquele exacto momento.&lt;br /&gt;E tu estás lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste preciso segundo tudo está aliado,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos reais a nascerem sem aviso,&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas a cintilarem com mais entusiasmo,&lt;br /&gt;O clarão por cima de nós e a bater na água,&lt;br /&gt;Os cristais que nos cercam,&lt;br /&gt;A pureza, a inocência,&lt;br /&gt;A ingenuidade e a simplicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é assim que a verdadeira magia acontece.&lt;br /&gt;O feitiço foi lançado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3583565436635145252?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3583565436635145252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/feitico-30082008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3583565436635145252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3583565436635145252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/feitico-30082008.html' title='Feitiço (30/08/2008)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflwxiezbFI/AAAAAAAAALo/4Mxs3-EGFkE/s72-c/087+-+Feiti%C3%A7o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3535588876261873622</id><published>2009-04-30T10:32:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:54:23.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Música Da Noite (23/05/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflwb2APgVI/AAAAAAAAALg/uIzIP8MStKE/s1600-h/086+-+M%C3%BAsica+da+Noite.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330415257625002322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflwb2APgVI/AAAAAAAAALg/uIzIP8MStKE/s320/086+-+M%C3%BAsica+da+Noite.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero estar acordada.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto se dorme&lt;br /&gt;As portas do pensamento fecham&lt;br /&gt;Impossibilitando a passagem de memórias,&lt;br /&gt;Pensamentos, das coisas que a vida dá e tira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero manter essas portas fechadas&lt;br /&gt;Porque não quero sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;(É isso que o pensamento nos trás – Sofrimento)&lt;br /&gt;Acordada vou deixando estas reflexões entrarem,&lt;br /&gt;Invadirem a minha mente e enchem-na de despejo.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero passar por isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero simplesmente fechar os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E ficar no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um aperto no coração&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou acordada&lt;br /&gt;E quando não me consigo encerrar para o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Fecho a janela e apago a luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão acolhe-me.&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-me como uma amiga,&lt;br /&gt;Á escuridão protege-me.&lt;br /&gt;Como uma mãe que protege a sua cria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só nela encontro o meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Só nesta sombra que me abraça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é como uma música,&lt;br /&gt;Como o canto das sereias&lt;br /&gt;Quando se ouve nada nos pode fazer voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se viciante!&lt;br /&gt;Empurra-nos para este outro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-me levar por ele...&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-me entrar no sombrio,&lt;br /&gt;Para não ter medo da luz,&lt;br /&gt;Essa chama que nos encadeia,&lt;br /&gt;Para não olhar para nada ao meu redor,&lt;br /&gt;Para que para mim, o tempo esteja parado&lt;br /&gt;E nada se mova&lt;br /&gt;Para poder esquecer o pânico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero parar de pensar!&lt;br /&gt;Quero parar de imaginar!&lt;br /&gt;Quero encontrar um ouvinte no escuro.&lt;br /&gt;Quero fechar os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Para deixar de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3535588876261873622?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3535588876261873622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/musica-da-noite-23052008.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3535588876261873622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3535588876261873622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/musica-da-noite-23052008.html' title='Música Da Noite (23/05/2008)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflwb2APgVI/AAAAAAAAALg/uIzIP8MStKE/s72-c/086+-+M%C3%BAsica+da+Noite.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-9024365108531892172</id><published>2009-04-30T10:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:51:50.917+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Click (25/04/2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflwGoSXSPI/AAAAAAAAALY/9YbE9bB2D8Y/s1600-h/085+-+Click.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330414893165660402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 278px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflwGoSXSPI/AAAAAAAAALY/9YbE9bB2D8Y/s320/085+-+Click.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I hear my teacher talking.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to teach me a way to live&lt;br /&gt;But the secrets of life&lt;br /&gt;Are left for me to find…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch her explaining things&lt;br /&gt;That I would never appreciate&lt;br /&gt;Because, suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;I’m just not there anymore..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget where I am&lt;br /&gt;To focus myself on you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering where you are&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering if you think of me..&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering if you’re ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time,&lt;br /&gt;I look outside the glass&lt;br /&gt;And I watch the life out there&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just “click”&lt;br /&gt;And make time stop&lt;br /&gt;Because, for me, it did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start thinking about the first time I saw you!&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you’re beautiful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;That made me fall once again&lt;br /&gt;That made me remind those days..&lt;br /&gt;Days that I’ll never ever leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you realize&lt;br /&gt;That I’m missing you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much I wish that night never end&lt;br /&gt;For the reason that everytime I looked at you&lt;br /&gt;I reminded that you had to go away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish that moment never came..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-9024365108531892172?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/9024365108531892172/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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rain&lt;br /&gt;Imagining how is it to fly&lt;br /&gt;How is it to set my spirit free..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the sky&lt;br /&gt;And I see it coming..&lt;br /&gt;It lands safely by the moon&lt;br /&gt;Singing for the stars&lt;br /&gt;Shaking the trees and green lands&lt;br /&gt;Just next that blue lagoon&lt;br /&gt;Whose crystals shines&lt;br /&gt;Like the tear that falls along my face&lt;br /&gt;(I could wear a mask but everyone would see!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My god, how can it sing?&lt;br /&gt;With the spirit so free&lt;br /&gt;With the soul so calm, so cheerful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself sweetly buried in his song..&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help it, it feels so warm..&lt;br /&gt;Could this be its very last song?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wish for it to end…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to go beyond this window...&lt;br /&gt;And tell the nightingale to teach me how to sing&lt;br /&gt;I want to learn how to free my soul..&lt;br /&gt;Because I don’t have the wings to fly..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to stay trapped in this cage anymore..&lt;br /&gt;I want to say this prison “Let me go!”&lt;br /&gt;Help me to release this darkness in my essence..&lt;br /&gt;My heart tells me that this is not only a night wish..&lt;br /&gt;This is a desire, a need that’s inside of me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does he sing?&lt;br /&gt;That answer is the one that would set me free..&lt;br /&gt;Nightingale,&lt;br /&gt;My sweet nightingale..&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to say goodbye..You’re my key to freedom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-6457367650792924201?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6457367650792924201/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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ao sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Um pesadelo que me faz suar&lt;br /&gt;E acordar sem saber se o mundo em que acordei é real ou ficção&lt;br /&gt;Acordar sem saber se estou mesmo acordada..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperto a almofada contra o peito,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma criança agarra no lençol...&lt;br /&gt;O meu rosto encharcado com lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouço o tic-tac do relógio..&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais alto,&lt;br /&gt;Como se algo dentro de mim fosse explodir!&lt;br /&gt;Berro em silêncio!&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que isto se vá embora...&lt;br /&gt;Que abandone a minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Que tenta encontrar no sono a serenidade..&lt;br /&gt;Mas que em vez disso sofre..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha no meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Presencio as velas a queimar noite dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Contemplo a chama,&lt;br /&gt;E fico presa, sem conseguir desviar o olhar..&lt;br /&gt;E começo a sentir o quente..&lt;br /&gt;Um quente sem ardor, um quente de protecção...&lt;br /&gt;Como se conseguisse sentir aquele abraço..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente vejo a clarão de um raio,&lt;br /&gt;Que atinge a labareda e a apaga..&lt;br /&gt;Perco o meu tecto,&lt;br /&gt;Fico sem amparo…&lt;br /&gt;E observo as gotas de água que começam a cair sobre a cera dissolvida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que consigo sentir são os fantasmas em meu redor,&lt;br /&gt;Parece que sinto a respiração,&lt;br /&gt;Quase que lhes consigo tocar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me e olho para o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que me dês um sinal...&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu possa ver um pouco de luz..&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar a paz de espírito de que necessito..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei onde estás..&lt;br /&gt;Mas preciso de um pouco da tua luz...&lt;br /&gt;Porque só a tua luz tem a intensidade necessária&lt;br /&gt;Para cegar os fantasmas,&lt;br /&gt;Para abandonarem o meu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me apenas um sinal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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(13/11/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflvPh1r8BI/AAAAAAAAALI/xNVYHm9-z-w/s72-c/083+-+Fantasmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2406973801568129762</id><published>2009-04-30T10:24:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:45:52.263+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Wasn't Right (21/10/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflup5PAIgI/AAAAAAAAALA/xUAa0bOgcJQ/s1600-h/082+-+Something+Wasnt+Right.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330413299987128834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflup5PAIgI/AAAAAAAAALA/xUAa0bOgcJQ/s320/082+-+Something+Wasnt+Right.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Something wasn't right...&lt;br /&gt;I could tell by the way you act&lt;br /&gt;That's when I realize...&lt;br /&gt;I knew a beautiful liar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you cry day after day because you love me&lt;br /&gt;Because you wanted to be by my side..&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t tell you the same..&lt;br /&gt;My love was not for you!&lt;br /&gt;Because I felt that something wasn’t right&lt;br /&gt;And I found out why...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of life are you living?!&lt;br /&gt;She says she love you&lt;br /&gt;And you tell her "Me too"..&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside,&lt;br /&gt;You know that you’re living two lives!&lt;br /&gt;She doesn’t know who are you..&lt;br /&gt;How can she love you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that what you call love?&lt;br /&gt;You really don’t know the meaning of that word..&lt;br /&gt;It’s not just a word!&lt;br /&gt;It’s a FEELING!&lt;br /&gt;And you joke about it..&lt;br /&gt;Every day..&lt;br /&gt;Playing hearts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She lies on her bed thinking how you make her feel...&lt;br /&gt;But that feeling doesn’t exist!&lt;br /&gt;You lie, and you lie..&lt;br /&gt;And you lie again..&lt;br /&gt;You lie for living!&lt;br /&gt;You lie, thinking that’s true!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something wasn’t right...&lt;br /&gt;And just one person,&lt;br /&gt;Can change that...&lt;br /&gt;Just one soul&lt;br /&gt;Can change it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop lying..&lt;br /&gt;Stop this suffer...&lt;br /&gt;Born as a new person...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's waiting for the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cant change the past..&lt;br /&gt;But you can change the future...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2406973801568129762?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2406973801568129762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-wasnt-right-21102007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2406973801568129762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2406973801568129762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/something-wasnt-right-21102007.html' title='Something Wasn&apos;t Right (21/10/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflup5PAIgI/AAAAAAAAALA/xUAa0bOgcJQ/s72-c/082+-+Something+Wasnt+Right.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7636838014331618145</id><published>2009-04-30T10:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:43:01.319+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Caixa De Pandora (20/10/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfluDnvEzKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Boxma4MDW-E/s1600-h/081+-+A+Caixa+de+Pandora.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330412642454785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 289px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfluDnvEzKI/AAAAAAAAAK4/Boxma4MDW-E/s320/081+-+A+Caixa+de+Pandora.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo começou quando Prometeu se torna ladrão&lt;br /&gt;Roubando a tão chamada luz da alma&lt;br /&gt;Luz essa que foi proibida aos homens por Zeus…&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma centelha foi roubada..&lt;br /&gt;O brilho divino foi entregue aos homens.&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que ia ser preso, Prometeu entrega a Epmeteu uma caixa…&lt;br /&gt;Caixa que não poderá ser aberta para bem dos homens na terra…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como punição aos actos de Prometeu,&lt;br /&gt;Zeus acorrenta-o no cimo de uma montanha para sofrer…&lt;br /&gt;E os homens não conseguiram fugir á raiva deste deus também…&lt;br /&gt;Zeus ordena a todos os deuses que o ajudem a criar um ser…&lt;br /&gt;Uma deusa com vários dons..&lt;br /&gt;Com a missão de seduzir Epmeteu para abrir a mítica caixa…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criada com perfeição…&lt;br /&gt;Moldada de argila por Hefestos,&lt;br /&gt;Embelezada por Afrodite e com desejo indomável…&lt;br /&gt;De Apolo, o talento musical,&lt;br /&gt;Poseidon a certeza de não se afogar..&lt;br /&gt;E Hermes enche-lhe o coração de artimanhas,&lt;br /&gt;Tais como astúcia, imprudência, fingimento, cinismo…&lt;br /&gt;Pandora ficou seu nome…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enviada para cumprir a sua missão,&lt;br /&gt;Com sucesso…&lt;br /&gt;Fez com que Epmeteu caísse num sono profundo…&lt;br /&gt;E ali estava ela…&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples caixa…&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém iria adivinhar o mal que aquela trazia..&lt;br /&gt;Um simples baú, velho…&lt;br /&gt;Então ela abre-a…&lt;br /&gt;De repente, os males começam a circular,&lt;br /&gt;Doença&lt;br /&gt;Mentira&lt;br /&gt;Velhice&lt;br /&gt;Inveja&lt;br /&gt;Guerra&lt;br /&gt;Morte&lt;br /&gt;Tão assustador o momento,&lt;br /&gt;Que Pandora ainda tentou fechar a caixa…&lt;br /&gt;Mas era tarde…&lt;br /&gt;E só restava uma que havia ficado presa junto a borda da caixa…&lt;br /&gt;Essa lá ficou&lt;br /&gt;A esperança!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela força presente,&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo é adverso…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando todos os azares saíram da caixa..&lt;br /&gt;A imortalidade tocou Pandora…&lt;br /&gt;E o ódio entrou…&lt;br /&gt;Atraída pela ambição de querer se tornar uma deusa do Olimpo,&lt;br /&gt;É castigada por Zeus,&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe tira a vida…&lt;br /&gt;Mas que mais tarde a devolve a pedido de Hades…&lt;br /&gt;Cego pelas ambições daquela deusa…&lt;br /&gt;Que agora se tornou deusa da ressurreição..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ódio não desapareceu…&lt;br /&gt;Como deusa, deve agora ajudar os espíritos que desejam ressuscitar…&lt;br /&gt;E para isso tem de lhes entregar uma tarefa..&lt;br /&gt;Á qual se passarem, serão restabelecidos.&lt;br /&gt;De certa maneira,&lt;br /&gt;Ela cumpre seu dever…&lt;br /&gt;Mas entrega-lhes tarefas impossíveis..&lt;br /&gt;Assim, nunca ninguém poderá ressuscitar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A caixa de Pandora,&lt;br /&gt;Incita curiosidade, mas é preferível não tocar…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7636838014331618145?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7636838014331618145/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/caixa-de-pandora-20102007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7636838014331618145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Sentir-te (02/10/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfltmiPbm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlF_GwhZ77I/s1600-h/080+-+Sentir-te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330412142763678690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfltmiPbm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlF_GwhZ77I/s320/080+-+Sentir-te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abraça-me…&lt;br /&gt;Beija-me…&lt;br /&gt;Não me soltes!&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes fugir…&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-me com força contra ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir cada detalhe do teu corpo…&lt;br /&gt;Deslizar as minhas mãos sobre ele…&lt;br /&gt;Poder sentir o teu cheiro,&lt;br /&gt;O calor dos teus braços,&lt;br /&gt;E o carinho que me transmite….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o que queres de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que me beijes para sentir o desejo…&lt;br /&gt;O teu sabor!&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer o mundo todo a nossa volta&lt;br /&gt;Como se o tempo parasse!&lt;br /&gt;Só eu e tu..&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada nem ninguém…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numa palavra…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu quero é: SENTIR-TE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-9050885231788128342?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/9050885231788128342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentir-te-02102007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9050885231788128342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9050885231788128342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentir-te-02102007.html' title='Sentir-te (02/10/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfltmiPbm-I/AAAAAAAAAKw/IlF_GwhZ77I/s72-c/080+-+Sentir-te.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-5202407097496522714</id><published>2009-04-30T10:17:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:38:57.435+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momentos (23/09/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfls5ZVYIXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/laXYLCh_HfM/s1600-h/079+-+Momentos.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330411367278584178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 276px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfls5ZVYIXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/laXYLCh_HfM/s320/079+-+Momentos.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como em todas as histórias&lt;br /&gt;Existe um rapaz e uma rapariga…&lt;br /&gt;Esta não poderia fugir á regra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Ambos podem se olhar…&lt;br /&gt;Se tocar...&lt;br /&gt;Aproximam-se um do outro…&lt;br /&gt;Ele aproxima os seus lábios do rosto dela..&lt;br /&gt;E pôde senti-la pela primeira vez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O jovem olha fixamente para a rapariga,&lt;br /&gt;Ambos acanhados, sem saber que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Ela tenta perceber quais os pensamentos dele..&lt;br /&gt;O que lhe vai na mente…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos de silêncio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele dá um passo em frente,&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se..&lt;br /&gt;E, sem aviso, beija-lhe o pescoço!&lt;br /&gt;Ela, sem pensar, retribui!&lt;br /&gt;Ambos sentindo um calafrio pela espinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela sorri-lhe!&lt;br /&gt;E nos seus olhos pode-se ver que é puro…&lt;br /&gt;Ele limita-se a admirar o seu sorriso..&lt;br /&gt;Ambos caem no sossego de novo..&lt;br /&gt;Até que ela o rompe..&lt;br /&gt;Dizendo-lhe que o adora...&lt;br /&gt;E ele.. Chega perto dela, dizendo o mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Momentos mais tarde,&lt;br /&gt;Numa tarde cheia de sorrisos e alegria&lt;br /&gt;Ele abraça-a, e olha-a fixamente mais uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;Na cara dela, torna-se difícil esconder o rosado...&lt;br /&gt;Mas pede-lhe para que se chegue mais perto..&lt;br /&gt;E sussurra-lhe ao ouvido: "Gosto que estejas aqui..."&lt;br /&gt;Sorridente, ele passa-lhe a mão pelos cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;E responde: "Eu também."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela olha-o nos olhos, sem saber que dizer..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para quê falar nestes momentos?&lt;br /&gt;Ele carinhosamente, passa-lhe o dedo pela testa..&lt;br /&gt;Descendo..&lt;br /&gt;Passando pelo nariz, lábios e queixo...&lt;br /&gt;E prendem-se nesse momento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O rapaz aproxima-se...&lt;br /&gt;Distância quase nula...&lt;br /&gt;Ela nervosa, morde o lábio inferior...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ele se vai achegando...&lt;br /&gt;E lhe mete os braços a volta do pescoço!&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando...&lt;br /&gt;Ela continua agitada..&lt;br /&gt;Mas, de repente, deixando-se levar...&lt;br /&gt;Quebra os últimos centímetros de distância que faltavam,&lt;br /&gt;E os lábios de ambos tocam-se...&lt;br /&gt;Cerrando aqueles bons momentos com o beijo esperado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-5202407097496522714?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5202407097496522714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos-23092007.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5202407097496522714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5202407097496522714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/momentos-23092007.html' title='Momentos (23/09/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfls5ZVYIXI/AAAAAAAAAKo/laXYLCh_HfM/s72-c/079+-+Momentos.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-9168461184604919952</id><published>2009-04-30T10:16:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:36:44.007+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Hurts (09/09/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflslXnwh2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/wwj-5HEjagE/s1600-h/078+-+Goodbye+Hurts.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330411023221426018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflslXnwh2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/wwj-5HEjagE/s320/078+-+Goodbye+Hurts.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the moment we met&lt;br /&gt;I could see that there was something between us..&lt;br /&gt;I saw something in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;That special feeling…&lt;br /&gt;And I realize…&lt;br /&gt;That moment was meant to be..&lt;br /&gt;It was destiny’s hand…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now..&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in my room,&lt;br /&gt;I stare at the night sky..&lt;br /&gt;Listening the rain whipping against the glass..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, if I had one wish…&lt;br /&gt;I would ask to the moon..&lt;br /&gt;To do whatever it takes..&lt;br /&gt;- Move planets, stars, or turn the universe around,&lt;br /&gt;To mess with cosmos… -&lt;br /&gt;Something that comes from the bottom of my heart:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m wishing you never leave...&lt;br /&gt;I hope you stay by my side for a life time,&lt;br /&gt;Could you help the stars?&lt;br /&gt;Could you help them to make my wish come true?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want you to go away..&lt;br /&gt;I know I’ll cry for every second that you’re gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lie in my bed thinking how you make me feel..&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I’m frozen…&lt;br /&gt;Frightened by the thought of losing you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye hurts..&lt;br /&gt;So don’t tell me you’re going to fade away!&lt;br /&gt;Don’t tell me your leaving..&lt;br /&gt;Because when that moment arrives&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lose not only a friend…&lt;br /&gt;But a shoulder I know I can cry on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I look once more to the sky…&lt;br /&gt;I imagine your face&lt;br /&gt;And I can almost touch you..&lt;br /&gt;I see you looking at me&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying this special feeling&lt;br /&gt;And I feel safe…&lt;br /&gt;Because I know you’re there for me&lt;br /&gt;I feel it in my skin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel special!&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope that day never comes..&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to say goodbye..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m here..&lt;br /&gt;I’m unable to let go..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-9168461184604919952?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/9168461184604919952/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-hurts-09092007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9168461184604919952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/9168461184604919952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/goodbye-hurts-09092007.html' title='Goodbye Hurts (09/09/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflslXnwh2I/AAAAAAAAAKg/wwj-5HEjagE/s72-c/078+-+Goodbye+Hurts.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3096849397986117076</id><published>2009-04-30T10:15:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:34:56.408+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Survivor (11/09/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflsRjlnc9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ewt2aDBLZVI/s1600-h/077+-+Survivor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330410682836284370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 218px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflsRjlnc9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ewt2aDBLZVI/s320/077+-+Survivor.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If you run, I'm going to catch you&lt;br /&gt;If you fall, I'm going to jump too&lt;br /&gt;But if you lie, I'm going to show you&lt;br /&gt;That in the end&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one who survives!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t get me wrong!&lt;br /&gt;I like you..&lt;br /&gt;I really do..&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that …&lt;br /&gt;I can’t love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream&lt;br /&gt;Crash&lt;br /&gt;Break&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t ignore me&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm warning you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not alive,&lt;br /&gt;But I can haunt you&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tried to kill me once&lt;br /&gt;You tried to kill me twice&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;I'm the once who's laughing at you!&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;That you can hear me&lt;br /&gt;Whispering your name!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can run&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t hide&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I will find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cursed the day that you said you loved me&lt;br /&gt;You tried to send me to heaven&lt;br /&gt;Now I turn your life into hell!&lt;br /&gt;Honey, I’m a survivor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can feel your regret,&lt;br /&gt;Your sorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I hear you call my name&lt;br /&gt;You know I will haunt you till the end&lt;br /&gt;Because no matter what..&lt;br /&gt;I'm a survivor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3096849397986117076?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3096849397986117076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/survivor-11092007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3096849397986117076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3096849397986117076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/survivor-11092007.html' title='Survivor (11/09/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SflsRjlnc9I/AAAAAAAAAKY/Ewt2aDBLZVI/s72-c/077+-+Survivor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8200276247413935008</id><published>2009-04-30T10:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:33:47.807+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor Ou Paixão (28/08/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflr-6eRLJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wbWJI4V1eWk/s1600-h/076+-+Amor+ou+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330410362561965202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflr-6eRLJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wbWJI4V1eWk/s320/076+-+Amor+ou+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seja amor ou paixão não interessa&lt;br /&gt;O que interessa é que é sincero,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o em cada carinho&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-o em cada gesto,&lt;br /&gt;em cada palavra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meses e meses passam&lt;br /&gt;e não se deixa que isso afecte&lt;br /&gt;por mais tempo juntos,&lt;br /&gt;mais o sinto em cada toque teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Batalhando por amor,&lt;br /&gt;Batalhando por paixão,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento verdadeiro,&lt;br /&gt;Que parece não ter fim..&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias são uma luta,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias ganhas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além dessas fortes sensações,&lt;br /&gt;Há outra coisa dentro de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Um melhor amigo, um companheiro...&lt;br /&gt;Isso muita gente perde no caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Perdem-se pelas provas de fogo!&lt;br /&gt;Pelos mares da dor que por vezes se têm de atravessar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que me realmente interessa&lt;br /&gt;É que tu não te perdes,&lt;br /&gt;Parece que tens o mapa&lt;br /&gt;Para nunca te perderes de mim&lt;br /&gt;E estares sempre no caminho correcto&lt;br /&gt;Para que esses sentimentos não se degradem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim...Sei que estarás sempre aqui..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8200276247413935008?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8200276247413935008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-ou-paixao-28082007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8200276247413935008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8200276247413935008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/amor-ou-paixao-28082007.html' title='Amor Ou Paixão (28/08/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflr-6eRLJI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/wbWJI4V1eWk/s72-c/076+-+Amor+ou+Paix%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1531390359507487957</id><published>2009-04-30T10:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:32:36.595+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Melodia (24/08/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflrn_b86OI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bExYUTUtp1U/s1600-h/075+-+Melodia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330409968757434594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflrn_b86OI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bExYUTUtp1U/s320/075+-+Melodia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentada sob da lua&lt;br /&gt;Relembro-me da noite passada...&lt;br /&gt;Em que acordei ás 4 da manhã&lt;br /&gt;Porque me pareceu ouvir uma voz..&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz masculina,&lt;br /&gt;Que parecia chamar por mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abro os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Afasto os lençóis para ouvir melhor&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a voz...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-a como se ela fosse capaz de me tocar,&lt;br /&gt;De me agarrar e me arrastar!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto como se fosse uma melodia a tocar para mim&lt;br /&gt;Pedindo para me levantar,&lt;br /&gt;Para seguir o que ouvia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me&lt;br /&gt;Dirijo-me á porta, pé ante pé…&lt;br /&gt;Abro a porta do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;Atravesso o escuro de cada divisão&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me guiando pela voz que me chama&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo o caminho que no escuro se desenhava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dou por mim numa divisão que desconhecia,&lt;br /&gt;Acendo a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Uma sala vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas com uma foto na parede mais apartada&lt;br /&gt;Aproximo-me, e sinto uma brisa,&lt;br /&gt;Ar frio a percorrer-me o corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Quando alcanço a fotografia&lt;br /&gt;Vejo uma imagem nossa...&lt;br /&gt;Uma das recordações que havia tentado queimar,&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Apagar da vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mágoa faz-me acordar num impulso.&lt;br /&gt;Fora tudo um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a minha cara suada, as mãos frias...&lt;br /&gt;A trovoada lá fora fazia com que me enclaustrasse entre os lençóis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem tento,&lt;br /&gt;Mas os olhos não querem fechar de novo..&lt;br /&gt;Temo ouvir de novo aquela melodia...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela voz…&lt;br /&gt;Tento esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas fiquei presa naquele sonho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fujo deste passado&lt;br /&gt;Que não me quer largar...&lt;br /&gt;Dúvidas começam a chegar..&lt;br /&gt;Será que o deveria abandonar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1531390359507487957?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1531390359507487957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/melodia-24082007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1531390359507487957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1531390359507487957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/melodia-24082007.html' title='Melodia (24/08/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sflrn_b86OI/AAAAAAAAAKI/bExYUTUtp1U/s72-c/075+-+Melodia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1977228596783995667</id><published>2009-04-28T12:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:28:15.792+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhar (30/07/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbu3u_7k1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Qz8_mwmL9GI/s1600-h/074+-+Sonhar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329709850315952978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbu3u_7k1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Qz8_mwmL9GI/s320/074+-+Sonhar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os dias sonhos são destruídos,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas pessoas deixam de confiar naquilo que mais querem&lt;br /&gt;Deixam de querer saber,&lt;br /&gt;Para mergulhar numa nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida sem sonhos, sem objectivos!&lt;br /&gt;(Ao que não se pode chamar vida...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por outro lado, todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Nascem pessoas que fazem outras sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Sentir. Querer. Amar!&lt;br /&gt;Essas já não mergulham no abismo,&lt;br /&gt;mas voam em direcção a um destino!&lt;br /&gt;Essas sim, já vivem...&lt;br /&gt;A vida pode ser o que elas queiram que seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo precisa de sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Precisa de pessoas que queiram viver...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que não destruam vidas...&lt;br /&gt;Vidas que podem ser construídas... Com sonhos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho não é coisa de contos de fadas!&lt;br /&gt;Sonho é saber o que se quer...&lt;br /&gt;Sonho é sentir,&lt;br /&gt;Desejar algo, querer alguém&lt;br /&gt;Lutar por uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;Continuar a colocar pedras na calçada,&lt;br /&gt;Calçada essa que nos leva em direcção&lt;br /&gt;Construir o nosso próprio caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é sabermos onde queremos que a vida nos leve...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também é preciso saber sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;Sonho não é criado com ganância,&lt;br /&gt;Sonho é criado com aquilo que temos de mais profundo e verdadeiro…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1977228596783995667?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1977228596783995667/comments/default' title='Enviar 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbu3u_7k1I/AAAAAAAAAKA/Qz8_mwmL9GI/s72-c/074+-+Sonhar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6294825316443038109</id><published>2009-04-28T12:54:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:25:20.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Beijo Do Luar (19/06/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuqCwpMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sYUmU75BN_Q/s1600-h/073+-+O+Beijo+Do+Luar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329709615102374082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 170px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuqCwpMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sYUmU75BN_Q/s320/073+-+O+Beijo+Do+Luar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em tempos nadei nas águas da saudade,&lt;br /&gt;Flutuando… com asas para baixo...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo as correntes...&lt;br /&gt;Olhos fixos na luz do glorifico luar presente...&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos que brilham como cada ponto cintilante no céu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite está escura…&lt;br /&gt;Não se sente uma brisa,&lt;br /&gt;Um suspiro, uma presença...&lt;br /&gt;Só eu, a lua, as águas e a saudade...&lt;br /&gt;No intervalo da devastação,&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite tão serena,&lt;br /&gt;Sossego de mais para não desconfiar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixei-me levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fecho os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;e adormeço fechando as portas para a dor...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo apenas a serenidade daquele paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Dormindo, sonho com o passado...&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que não se esquecem&lt;br /&gt;nem querem ser esquecidos!&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio sem me aperceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormecida, sinto uma brisa fria que me percorre o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;abro os olhos, e as estrelas escondem-se nas nuvens...&lt;br /&gt;E, num segundo, um clarão!&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz que faz a noite se converter em dia!&lt;br /&gt;Saindo da água procuro a fonte...&lt;br /&gt;E só sinto um suspiro na minha cara...&lt;br /&gt;E, no canto dos lábios, um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo que fez com que aquela brisa desaparece-se,&lt;br /&gt;E começo a sentir calor...&lt;br /&gt;Um ardor que me vai percorrendo todo o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Mas que não queima,&lt;br /&gt;É algo reconfortante...&lt;br /&gt;Que me consola…&lt;br /&gt;Que me faz sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Como se alguém me tomasse em seus braços para me proteger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...&lt;br /&gt;A cada noite que passa&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas brilham ainda mais...&lt;br /&gt;Olho para a lua, e pergunto:&lt;br /&gt;"Não sentes saudades dos lábios que uma vez os teus tocaram?"&lt;br /&gt;E adormeço, para outro dia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(19/06/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuqCwpMMI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/sYUmU75BN_Q/s72-c/073+-+O+Beijo+Do+Luar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1115410221731581243</id><published>2009-04-28T12:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:21:11.117+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight (22/05/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbucSH2x6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNOrjn6HE_E/s1600-h/072+-+Tonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329709378708096930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbucSH2x6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNOrjn6HE_E/s320/072+-+Tonight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I once was a fallen angel...&lt;br /&gt;I was too blind, too weak...&lt;br /&gt;Everyone left me behind to die!&lt;br /&gt;I saw shadows in every move that I take...&lt;br /&gt;I lived in agony!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness you came...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You found me broken on the ground...&lt;br /&gt;Quitting of my own existence...&lt;br /&gt;I saw your expression,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sweetest eyes I had ever seen...&lt;br /&gt;That's more that stories ever tell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On that very first moment,&lt;br /&gt;My wings became stronger!&lt;br /&gt;I could build a new road for my life!&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you,&lt;br /&gt;One destiny, our future!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you loved me...&lt;br /&gt;And tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you the same too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to woke up at night,&lt;br /&gt;Just to set free the tears of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I tried to call the moon,&lt;br /&gt;To ask for something new...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm dancing under the sleeping sun,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;I hold the night, like I never did before!&lt;br /&gt;You gave my life back again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I wake up in the middle of the night,&lt;br /&gt;To call the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for this love to be for a lifetime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you wanted me...&lt;br /&gt;And tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I feel the same way as you do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fallen angel had flowed away...&lt;br /&gt;I am not alone anymore!&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s only you and me...&lt;br /&gt;And this could last forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me you cared about me...&lt;br /&gt;And tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I would show you I feel the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... boy…&lt;br /&gt;That's more that stories ever tell!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1115410221731581243?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1115410221731581243/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tonight-22052007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1115410221731581243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1115410221731581243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/tonight-22052007.html' title='Tonight (22/05/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbucSH2x6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HNOrjn6HE_E/s72-c/072+-+Tonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7176050421545503268</id><published>2009-04-28T12:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:17:36.635+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Too Late (20/05/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuO7focKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/G_EP_otlwkE/s1600-h/071+-+Never+Too+Late.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329709149295505570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuO7focKI/AAAAAAAAAJo/G_EP_otlwkE/s320/071+-+Never+Too+Late.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is a story about an angel&lt;br /&gt;Who tried her best,&lt;br /&gt;To set free from the shadows...&lt;br /&gt;And when she thinks that she couldn’t go on with her life&lt;br /&gt;She realizes that it’s never too late!&lt;br /&gt;And she finally flies away:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that I couldn’t be free...&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I walked out the door&lt;br /&gt;I saw nothing but shadows...&lt;br /&gt;They haunted me!&lt;br /&gt;They used to make me cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the whispers around me…&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head...&lt;br /&gt;They made me tremble!&lt;br /&gt;I was so scared...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wings, they didn’t move…&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t fly away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a whisper inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;I can not understand what it is saying...&lt;br /&gt;I ask for help...&lt;br /&gt;But nobody listens to me!&lt;br /&gt;I see a million people...&lt;br /&gt;But nobody helps me...&lt;br /&gt;Nobody helps...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach the door on the sideway!&lt;br /&gt;I enter the room...&lt;br /&gt;And then I found myself stuck inside that room...&lt;br /&gt;I cry once again...&lt;br /&gt;And every tear I drop,&lt;br /&gt;It disappears...&lt;br /&gt;It’s like it never happens...&lt;br /&gt;It’s like I never existed...&lt;br /&gt;It felt so bad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt that the floor was going down..&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fly away...&lt;br /&gt;But I was stuck!&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t...&lt;br /&gt;Is this supposed to be the life of an angel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of that dark room,&lt;br /&gt;I saw a sparkle...&lt;br /&gt;I went to see what it was...&lt;br /&gt;And I found a mirror...&lt;br /&gt;I looked into that mirror...&lt;br /&gt;First there was nothing,&lt;br /&gt;A few seconds later...&lt;br /&gt;I saw me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw my dream!&lt;br /&gt;My eyes...&lt;br /&gt;They don’t cry!&lt;br /&gt;My lips...&lt;br /&gt;They smile!&lt;br /&gt;Then I realized...&lt;br /&gt;Not always life runs the way we want to!&lt;br /&gt;And not always life runs for the same direction!&lt;br /&gt;There are good times, and bad...&lt;br /&gt;And we only have sure of ourselves&lt;br /&gt;If we know that we tried our best!&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;To reach our dreams...&lt;br /&gt;To reach a dream:&lt;br /&gt;It’s never too late!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a noise, coming from the outside!&lt;br /&gt;I saw an eagle, flying to her family...&lt;br /&gt;My eyes,&lt;br /&gt;They overflow up with strength...&lt;br /&gt;I found the bravery that was missing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;And my wings...&lt;br /&gt;It seems they want to fly...&lt;br /&gt;And I try...&lt;br /&gt;I was in the air again!!&lt;br /&gt;I was soaring…&lt;br /&gt;Flying again!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise me up once again!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm on my way...&lt;br /&gt;To fight another battle...&lt;br /&gt;The war, it’s not over!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7176050421545503268?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7176050421545503268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/never-too-late-20052007.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1751494825181626862</id><published>2009-04-28T12:51:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:15:01.730+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pura Ilusão (17/03/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuAqo5X5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/n99vV-5EZhU/s1600-h/070+-+Pura+Ilusao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708904252792722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 312px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbuAqo5X5I/AAAAAAAAAJg/n99vV-5EZhU/s320/070+-+Pura+Ilusao.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;“I'll be your guardian...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be your guide...&lt;br /&gt;I'll be holding your life line&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of mine!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser a tua guardiã,&lt;br /&gt;Vou ser a tua guia...&lt;br /&gt;Vou segurar a linha da tua vida!&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim da minha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vivido na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Perseguida pelas sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Chorando debaixo da lua,&lt;br /&gt;Chamando por ajuda,&lt;br /&gt;Tu respondeste,&lt;br /&gt;E agora cá estás,&lt;br /&gt;A segurar a linha da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que beijos&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que abraços&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Amar é dar a própria vida!&lt;br /&gt;E proteger o idêntico…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim que me olhaste nos olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Os planetas alinharam-se!&lt;br /&gt;Estas duas linhas estavam destinadas,&lt;br /&gt;Ambas moveram sol e lua,&lt;br /&gt;Só para se cruzarem,&lt;br /&gt;E ter quem as protegesse!&lt;br /&gt;Lutar contra os que têm a tesoura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já vivi um dia&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo-me como se andasse em cima de vidro partido&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por uma voz que me evocasse&lt;br /&gt;E que me trouxesse luz&lt;br /&gt;Para afastar os vultos&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que a felicidade era pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mas foram as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que conduziam a realidade até mim&lt;br /&gt;E são elas que te mantêm agora junto a mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia sei&lt;br /&gt;Que em pura ilusão são aqueles&lt;br /&gt;Que vemos e temos em sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Príncipes encantados a cavalo para nos salvar,&lt;br /&gt;De uma maçã, de uma roca, da vida!&lt;br /&gt;Por desejarmos viver em fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Isso não a torna a nossa realidade...&lt;br /&gt;Os heróis distinguem-se por quem se levanta de cabeça erguida&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma queda!&lt;br /&gt;O amor é uma dessas quedas,&lt;br /&gt;Levanta-te e segue em frente&lt;br /&gt;As feridas que tens podem não sarar&lt;br /&gt;Mas de certeza que algo lhes fará abrandar a dor,&lt;br /&gt;Confia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que beijos&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que abraços&lt;br /&gt;Amor é mais que promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Amar é dar a própria vida!&lt;br /&gt;E proteger o idêntico…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1751494825181626862?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1751494825181626862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/pura-ilusao-17032007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1751494825181626862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1751494825181626862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtwaGOrZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/51PUkrA-l5M/s1600-h/069+-+Sonho+Da+Escurid%C3%A3o.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708624934514066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtwaGOrZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/51PUkrA-l5M/s320/069+-+Sonho+Da+Escurid%C3%A3o.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há pior&lt;br /&gt;Do que acordar e sentir a tua falta..&lt;br /&gt;Acordar,&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que não estou completa..&lt;br /&gt;De noite sonhar com as memórias e medos,&lt;br /&gt;De dia tentar imaginar-te, e quase que te sinto…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo de manhã&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que algo não esta certo&lt;br /&gt;Que falta aquele carinho que antes sentia&lt;br /&gt;Que me falta o anjo que conheci&lt;br /&gt;E não é sentimento bom de se sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Porque o meu coração continua ferido&lt;br /&gt;Das provas que não me deste,&lt;br /&gt;Das batalhas que não travaste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão confuso!&lt;br /&gt;Este sonho em que vivo diariamente,&lt;br /&gt;O sonho da escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E que me trás uma vontade enorme se apodera de mim&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de arrancar o coração&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dá para viver com esta dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que somos?&lt;br /&gt;Terei sido demasiado fraca?&lt;br /&gt;Será que te dei o que precisavas?&lt;br /&gt;Será que o amor que dizes sentir é verdadeiro?&lt;br /&gt;Será que não?&lt;br /&gt;Terei eu chegado ao fim da paciência cedo de mais?&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me o que nos aconteceu..&lt;br /&gt;E não consigo explicar!&lt;br /&gt;São estas as perguntas que não consigo te colocar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se tenho medo da resposta,&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente de ouvir aquilo que gostava de ouvir..&lt;br /&gt;Fico com medo de mim mesma..&lt;br /&gt;De fraquejar mais uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;Mas lutei pelo que queria,&lt;br /&gt;Por muito, muito tempo…&lt;br /&gt;E isso tu não soubeste fazer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de ser iluminada por uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Que me tirasse estas dúvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Ou que as sombras me arrancassem o coração..&lt;br /&gt;Para não sentir mais estas dores&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho todos os dias,&lt;br /&gt;Por não te ver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente não compreende,&lt;br /&gt;E no meio delas estou eu!&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez perdida, sem saber o meu caminho..&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser arranjada,&lt;br /&gt;De uma maneira ou de outra&lt;br /&gt;Mas isto não é viver…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como um cubo de gelo..&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no meio do mar, entre as ondas!&lt;br /&gt;Estou dentro do meu meio&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse mesmo meio, destrói-me aos poucos..&lt;br /&gt;Vou derretendo…&lt;br /&gt;Até um dia..&lt;br /&gt;Em que nada vai restar…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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(26/02/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtwaGOrZI/AAAAAAAAAJY/51PUkrA-l5M/s72-c/069+-+Sonho+Da+Escurid%C3%A3o.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4676765078268707182</id><published>2009-04-28T12:49:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:09:24.868+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Há Dias Assim (28/01/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbte7zYb6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A60L2kqJpqQ/s1600-h/068+-+Ha+Dias+Assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708324744621986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbte7zYb6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A60L2kqJpqQ/s320/068+-+Ha+Dias+Assim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tantas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que já deixaram os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gritos&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém ouviu,&lt;br /&gt;Tantos gestos,&lt;br /&gt;Que não se sentiram,&lt;br /&gt;Tantas batalhas&lt;br /&gt;Que foram travadas…&lt;br /&gt;Mas há dias em que não dá para lutar,&lt;br /&gt;Há mesmo dias assim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui capaz de tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Consegui tanto na vida…&lt;br /&gt;Confiei mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei força&lt;br /&gt;Para andar de cabeça erguida mundo fora&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, ganhei um medo…&lt;br /&gt;Um receio que nunca pensei vir a ter,&lt;br /&gt;Depois de viver enjaulada,De lutar contra tempestades&lt;br /&gt;E chorar por flecheiros,&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sim, viver com um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;Mas ganhei medo&lt;br /&gt;Ao único em que sempre confiei,&lt;br /&gt;O único que teve lá o ombro&lt;br /&gt;O que me acolheu do frio&lt;br /&gt;E me fez suar…&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei medo ao sítio que sempre confiei!&lt;br /&gt;Ganhei medo ao meu lar…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo aberto e livre para mim&lt;br /&gt;É lá fora…&lt;br /&gt;Pois sempre que passo por aquela porta&lt;br /&gt;Sou atacada!&lt;br /&gt;Sombras que me seguem,&lt;br /&gt;Vozes que me chamam,&lt;br /&gt;E fantasmas que me agarram!&lt;br /&gt;Vá eu para que divisão for,&lt;br /&gt;Eles estão cá…&lt;br /&gt;Á minha espera…&lt;br /&gt;Porque uma lembrança nunca se apaga…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias assim,&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que um único objecto&lt;br /&gt;Me traz recordações…&lt;br /&gt;Como fotografias que uma vez tirei,&lt;br /&gt;E que passei horas a olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não…&lt;br /&gt;São imagens da minha cabeça, memórias…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cama, painel, a secretária…&lt;br /&gt;E as molduras espalhadas&lt;br /&gt;Ás quais as fotografias ainda não saíram…&lt;br /&gt;São muitas lembranças…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há dias assim,&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que não nos aguentamos,&lt;br /&gt;E nos desmanchamos&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os erros,&lt;br /&gt;Felicidades,&lt;br /&gt;Crimes,&lt;br /&gt;Actos,&lt;br /&gt;São cometidos…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tenho um desejo…&lt;br /&gt;De um dia vir a ter poder&lt;br /&gt;Para criar uma máquina&lt;br /&gt;Que nos apague a memória&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos que nos fazem cair…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Há dias assim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4676765078268707182?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbte7zYb6I/AAAAAAAAAJQ/A60L2kqJpqQ/s72-c/068+-+Ha+Dias+Assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1142190958875523227</id><published>2009-04-28T12:48:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:07:48.637+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro Sorriso (13/01/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtNgf2G_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/M2s0D3LX2So/s1600-h/067+-+O+Primeiro+Sorriso.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329708025357147122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtNgf2G_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/M2s0D3LX2So/s320/067+-+O+Primeiro+Sorriso.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afastando estas palavras&lt;br /&gt;De toda a escuridão em que a vida me prendeu,&lt;br /&gt;De choros e raiva...&lt;br /&gt;O assunto é outro,&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar que troquei contigo&lt;br /&gt;No primeiro dia que te vi...&lt;br /&gt;A pensar nas palavras já trocadas...&lt;br /&gt;E no sentimento que crescia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada abraço,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada beijo,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi naquela noite,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite fria e escura&lt;br /&gt;Que sozinha te encontrei...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que ja havia visto&lt;br /&gt;Me pareceu ainda mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mais especial!&lt;br /&gt;Num abraço me transmitis-te um amor,&lt;br /&gt;Que me envolveu e afastou todo o vento...&lt;br /&gt;Que me acordou finalmente,&lt;br /&gt;E que me fez ver um novo caminho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada palavra,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada hora,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada juramento,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada troca,&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda hoje aquela noite me aparece em sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando-me todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;De algo que não quero ver desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Do momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que uma vida, se juntou a outra&lt;br /&gt;E juntas fizeram luz...&lt;br /&gt;Que ilumina todos os caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tudo é a dois...&lt;br /&gt;Já nada é feito a medo!&lt;br /&gt;Porque ambos sabemos que nos temos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para cada noite,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada estrela,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada oceano,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada luar,&lt;br /&gt;Para cada carinho,&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso...&lt;br /&gt;Que desde esse dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca abandonou a minha boca!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1142190958875523227?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1142190958875523227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-primeiro-sorriso-13012007.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1142190958875523227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1142190958875523227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-primeiro-sorriso-13012007.html' title='O Primeiro Sorriso (13/01/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbtNgf2G_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/M2s0D3LX2So/s72-c/067+-+O+Primeiro+Sorriso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8701545869660444996</id><published>2009-04-28T12:47:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:04:19.427+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Última Lagrima (13/01/2007)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbs_09WPnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YD9syFpfVhM/s1600-h/066+-+Ultima+L%C3%A1grima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707790331428466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 231px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbs_09WPnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YD9syFpfVhM/s320/066+-+Ultima+L%C3%A1grima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Certos momentos na vida&lt;br /&gt;Querer deixar tudo para trás!&lt;br /&gt;Dar um último choro,&lt;br /&gt;Deitar a última lágrima..&lt;br /&gt;Deixar que ela caía,&lt;br /&gt;E seja esquecida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corri durante meses,&lt;br /&gt;Gritei...&lt;br /&gt;Gritei...&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me ouvia,&lt;br /&gt;Não de verdade!&lt;br /&gt;Abri novas portas,&lt;br /&gt;Olhei novos horizontes...&lt;br /&gt;Observei aquela Lua&lt;br /&gt;Que me aparecia sempre diferente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca nada mudou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percorri muitos quilómetros,&lt;br /&gt;Os minutos da vida,&lt;br /&gt;O tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Só para encontrar aquele a que pertenço...&lt;br /&gt;Sabia que quando chegasse,&lt;br /&gt;A lua me iluminaria...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas acabariam!&lt;br /&gt;Sabia também,&lt;br /&gt;Que veria os minutos a tornarem-se horas,&lt;br /&gt;Horas transformadas em dias,&lt;br /&gt;Dias em semanas!&lt;br /&gt;E estaria a viver uma nova vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me só chorar mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em tudo que passou,&lt;br /&gt;Deitar esta última lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Que quer sair!&lt;br /&gt;Depois disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostro-te o meu novo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Levo-te para todos os bosques,&lt;br /&gt;Meter-te para dentro do meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;Deixar-te controlar os meus movimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Apertar-me quando preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Entregar-te meu ombro para teu conforto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te peço muito!&lt;br /&gt;Uma boca...&lt;br /&gt;Uma palavra...&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Um amor!&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite...&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço-te para ficares comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Faço um juramento á lua,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais ficar sozinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8701545869660444996?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8701545869660444996/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultima-lagrima-13012007.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8701545869660444996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8701545869660444996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/ultima-lagrima-13012007.html' title='Última Lagrima (13/01/2007)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbs_09WPnI/AAAAAAAAAJA/YD9syFpfVhM/s72-c/066+-+Ultima+L%C3%A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1978963525926196636</id><published>2009-04-28T12:46:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T15:01:29.913+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Começo De Algo Novo (27/12/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbsuzIZifI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dRSLwMVU4qc/s1600-h/065+-+O+Come%C3%A7o+De+Algo+Novo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707497783134706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 227px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbsuzIZifI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dRSLwMVU4qc/s320/065+-+O+Come%C3%A7o+De+Algo+Novo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Quando se arrisca&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei,&lt;br /&gt;Que algo mudou,&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto-o todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia vai ficando mais forte!&lt;br /&gt;O começo de algo novo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo brilha pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu estás a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe tão bem ter-te aqui,&lt;br /&gt;E esta vontade não para,&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te abraçar,&lt;br /&gt;De te ter nos meus braços;&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te beijar,&lt;br /&gt;De te sentir colado a mim;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milagres acontecem,&lt;br /&gt;E estava um prestes a acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Assim que te conheci&lt;br /&gt;E não sabia!&lt;br /&gt;Tu és o meu conto de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;Um sonho de quando não estou a dormir!&lt;br /&gt;A tua voz é como melodia para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção de amor&lt;br /&gt;Que me enche o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promete-me&lt;br /&gt;Que vamos ser Eu e Tu para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo desviar os meus olhos de ti&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus olhos eu vejo tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E nos olhos algo está a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo-te a olhar para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Como quem não me quer deixar partir.&lt;br /&gt;E é aí que tudo fica mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prometo-te,&lt;br /&gt;Só Eu e Tu para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A cada segundo que passa&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento é mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;As saudades aumentam,&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de te ver.&lt;br /&gt;É nestes momentos que se vê a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;É algo novo,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não quero que acabe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouve o meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Ouves a canção?&lt;br /&gt;A dizer para te dar tudo,&lt;br /&gt;As estações podem mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Seja Inverno,&lt;br /&gt;Seja primavera,&lt;br /&gt;Estarei aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Venha o que vier,&lt;br /&gt;Venha quem vier,&lt;br /&gt;Vou sempre estar aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Até ao dia da minha morte.&lt;br /&gt;Porque contigo aqui&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida já não parece um desperdício.&lt;br /&gt;Não há tempestade demasiado forte,&lt;br /&gt;Que me separe de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto cantares esta música&lt;br /&gt;Vou estar lá, a teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha o que vier...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1978963525926196636?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbsuzIZifI/AAAAAAAAAI4/dRSLwMVU4qc/s72-c/065+-+O+Come%C3%A7o+De+Algo+Novo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8365548544977177410</id><published>2009-04-28T12:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:58:15.928+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Teia Do Cativo (12/12/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbseUdXKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1aO5wpr8LZE/s1600-h/064+-+A+Teia+Do+Cativo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329707214671653202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbseUdXKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1aO5wpr8LZE/s320/064+-+A+Teia+Do+Cativo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;És cativo do olhar do amor&lt;br /&gt;És servo da alegria que trás&lt;br /&gt;És escravo do amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vives cada dia com medo!&lt;br /&gt;Com o medo de não ser amado como amas!&lt;br /&gt;Não suportas a ideia de não ser perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;E só queres a felicidade!&lt;br /&gt;Um único erro,&lt;br /&gt;E para ti está tudo acabado...&lt;br /&gt;E á beira da morte vais parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És cativo do teu medo!&lt;br /&gt;Possui-te como as chamas&lt;br /&gt;Consomem a madeira!&lt;br /&gt;Ao consumir-te são quentes...&lt;br /&gt;Despertam em ti a fúria,&lt;br /&gt;As dúvidas e ódio!&lt;br /&gt;Culpas as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Por acções que são tuas,&lt;br /&gt;E decisões que tu tomaste!&lt;br /&gt;Culpas-te a ti mesmo pelo que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Mas preferes encenar,&lt;br /&gt;E fica bem para ti culpar outros!&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem tu queres acreditar,&lt;br /&gt;Que tu causaste a destruição,&lt;br /&gt;No corpo e mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora a parte fria dessa chama:&lt;br /&gt;Quando o calor passa,&lt;br /&gt;Sentes-me em baixo...&lt;br /&gt;A tua força desapareceu...&lt;br /&gt;Outras dúvidas surgem...&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste pálido,&lt;br /&gt;Sabes bem que erraste e por tempos admites!&lt;br /&gt;Nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Vêm-se passar os ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Levando a neve mundo fora...&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste sem reacção,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo em que pensas é no que sofreste&lt;br /&gt;E fizeste sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;E ficas cativo de um gesto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu mentes,&lt;br /&gt;Escondes...&lt;br /&gt;Uma mentira leva a outra&lt;br /&gt;Para que uma não seja desenterrada...&lt;br /&gt;E quando abro os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Estou presa na tua teia de mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Apanhaste-me...&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei a achar conhecer o perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Quando na verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que era perfeito,&lt;br /&gt;Tinha sido montado por falsidade,&lt;br /&gt;E estou presa na teia do cativo...&lt;br /&gt;Sem forças para voar e acabar com tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que não te apercebes,&lt;br /&gt;É que ás vezes o criador se torna o objecto...&lt;br /&gt;O feitiço vira-se...&lt;br /&gt;E tu ficas preso na teia que tu próprio, cativo,&lt;br /&gt;construíste!&lt;br /&gt;Porque tu és escravo do desejo!&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de ter alguém a teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Se não tiveres para ti não és nada,&lt;br /&gt;Não vales nada,&lt;br /&gt;O mais importante na vida é teres alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Para te dar amor...&lt;br /&gt;Não pensas noutra coisa...&lt;br /&gt;E durante a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Já magoaste e vais magoar muitos!&lt;br /&gt;Gente essa que gostou de ti de verdade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Mostras a tua verdadeira cara...&lt;br /&gt;Assustam-se e recuam,&lt;br /&gt;E tu voltas a caçar!&lt;br /&gt;Pois tu queres todo o amor possível...&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois magoas todos, e a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Cativo do desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Escravo e caçador de almas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço-te apenas um pedido,&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas assim!&lt;br /&gt;Liberta-te dessa prisão,&lt;br /&gt;Assim nunca serás feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Não sejas escravo do medo!&lt;br /&gt;Não construas a tua teia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque no fim,&lt;br /&gt;O que a construiu,&lt;br /&gt;É que acaba preso nela!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8365548544977177410?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8365548544977177410/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/teia-do-cativo-12122006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8365548544977177410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8365548544977177410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/teia-do-cativo-12122006.html' title='A Teia Do Cativo (12/12/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbseUdXKVI/AAAAAAAAAIw/1aO5wpr8LZE/s72-c/064+-+A+Teia+Do+Cativo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3992207265866571815</id><published>2009-04-28T12:43:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:55:23.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio-te (21/11/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbsK0Ii6CI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GhhlGzrgIo0/s1600-h/063+-+Desafio-te.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706879576893474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 203px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbsK0Ii6CI/AAAAAAAAAIo/GhhlGzrgIo0/s320/063+-+Desafio-te.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estarás tu pronto,&lt;br /&gt;A caminhar pelo fogo?&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te!&lt;br /&gt;Chama-me de mentirosa,&lt;br /&gt;Diz o que tens a dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Não vires as costas&lt;br /&gt;Para depois falar!&lt;br /&gt;Mostra a cara,&lt;br /&gt;E faz merecer o teu lugar no mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te a dizer o que pensas&lt;br /&gt;E depois a jurar&lt;br /&gt;Que acertas sempre na vida!&lt;br /&gt;Jura que nunca erras-te!&lt;br /&gt;Promete que nunca o farás!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a desafiar-te!&lt;br /&gt;Estás pronto para isto?&lt;br /&gt;Será que sim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que não te provei&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tu querias!&lt;br /&gt;Pede para te cair um raio&lt;br /&gt;Se tu não o fizeste!&lt;br /&gt;Promete-me que sempre foste honesto!&lt;br /&gt;Queres desistir?&lt;br /&gt;Vamos continuar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com aquilo que dizes!&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com o dedo,&lt;br /&gt;Vê para onde apontas!&lt;br /&gt;Limpa as mãos antes de tocares no coração de alguém!&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com os gestos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aviso-te,&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo real é aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Não vivemos num conto de fadas!&lt;br /&gt;Não querias!&lt;br /&gt;Ali morrerias com certeza,&lt;br /&gt;De tanta tristeza que trazias ao desenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te&lt;br /&gt;A dizeres que eu nunca fiz nada bem!&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te&lt;br /&gt;A mandares-me parar!&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te&lt;br /&gt;A chamares-te perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te&lt;br /&gt;A dizeres que menti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de certeza,&lt;br /&gt;Que se deuses existirem,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo irá encher-se de água!&lt;br /&gt;Gotas cairão dos céus!&lt;br /&gt;Eles choram, com tantas facadas!&lt;br /&gt;E é essa mesma chuva&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que me vai limpar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou-me libertar de tudo o que me acusas-te!&lt;br /&gt;Vou ficar livre de cada promessa...&lt;br /&gt;De cada prova que tentei dar&lt;br /&gt;Porque nas simples gotas que caem,&lt;br /&gt;Estão os teus milhares de erros,&lt;br /&gt;E os desafios que aceitaste, sem efeito!&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que conheces cairá!&lt;br /&gt;E por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Desafio-te, se és perfeito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora,&lt;br /&gt;desafio-te a não dares razão a cada palavra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E isto é para aqueles,&lt;br /&gt;Que só sabem apontar para os demais,&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que se acham perfeitos,&lt;br /&gt;Para quem nunca errou...&lt;br /&gt;"Quem não tem tecto de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Que atire a primeira pedra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3992207265866571815?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3992207265866571815/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/desafio-te-21112006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6823847196857784191</id><published>2009-04-28T12:43:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:53:37.905+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Amigo (05/12/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbr7P4mVHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TXG5SYiI33w/s1600-h/062+-+O+Amigo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706612148294770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbr7P4mVHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TXG5SYiI33w/s320/062+-+O+Amigo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há tão pouco tempo te conheci&lt;br /&gt;E já há tantas coisas para dizer&lt;br /&gt;Palavras para trocar,&lt;br /&gt;Mãos para estender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração bate bem forte&lt;br /&gt;Só quando me dizes "Olá"!&lt;br /&gt;Os meus olhos brilham&lt;br /&gt;Quando vejo os teus a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem ter-te a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Ver o teu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me bem saber que tenho o teu ombro&lt;br /&gt;Para chorar...&lt;br /&gt;Fazes-me bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-6823847196857784191?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6823847196857784191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amigo-05122006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6823847196857784191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6823847196857784191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amigo-05122006.html' title='O Amigo (05/12/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbr7P4mVHI/AAAAAAAAAIg/TXG5SYiI33w/s72-c/062+-+O+Amigo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6587312126658242802</id><published>2009-04-28T12:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:51:04.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Assassino (01/12/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrrZf9xKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lk6KSWWAOPI/s1600-h/061+-+Assassino.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706339851420834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrrZf9xKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lk6KSWWAOPI/s320/061+-+Assassino.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aí vem ele...&lt;br /&gt;Lascivo mas atento...&lt;br /&gt;É este o seu trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se das vitimas,&lt;br /&gt;E elas nem dão conta,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ele está sempre a vigiar-nos&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a atacar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ataca,&lt;br /&gt;É de forma doce...&lt;br /&gt;Com tanta ternura...&lt;br /&gt;Ele anda aí,&lt;br /&gt;O assassino sensual,&lt;br /&gt;Um homicida amigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele mata por prazer,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te escondas!&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Nem deves!&lt;br /&gt;Porque dessa forma,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos todos morrer...&lt;br /&gt;Ataca tudo que tem vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começa por nos acariciar...&lt;br /&gt;De forma calma,&lt;br /&gt;Passa as mãos pelo nosso corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Mexe no sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;No nosso pensamento!&lt;br /&gt;Começamos a sorrir a toda a hora,&lt;br /&gt;E sem dar-mos por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Já nos deu o beijo fatal!&lt;br /&gt;Já nos acertou com uma seta,&lt;br /&gt;Já é tarde...&lt;br /&gt;E gostamos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estamos mortos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca nos sentimos&lt;br /&gt;Nem estivemos tão vivos!&lt;br /&gt;O coração bate o dobro por minuto,&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a explodir&lt;br /&gt;O chão escapa-nos dos pés,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos em direcção á lua,&lt;br /&gt;E a cada dia que passa,&lt;br /&gt;Mais depressa subimos,&lt;br /&gt;E mais perto nos encontramos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto te sentires assim, pensa,&lt;br /&gt;O assassino entrou na pista,&lt;br /&gt;Já estás preso na sua dança!&lt;br /&gt;Só tens que descobrir o teu parceiro,&lt;br /&gt;Porque neste homicídio,&lt;br /&gt;Tens alguém ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;Para que o céu,&lt;br /&gt;Seja um novo começar de vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não abras os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o flecheiro escolhe a altura certa,&lt;br /&gt;Quando menos esperares,&lt;br /&gt;Já tens o destino desenhado para a lua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O assassino vai-te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas,&lt;br /&gt;É a chance de outra vida!&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te ir...&lt;br /&gt;Não tenhas medo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O assassino é o Flecheiro,&lt;br /&gt;O nosso Cupido...&lt;br /&gt;A causa de morte,&lt;br /&gt;A doença que a todos afecta,&lt;br /&gt;O amor...&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-o atacar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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(01/12/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrrZf9xKI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Lk6KSWWAOPI/s72-c/061+-+Assassino.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2849784496665328375</id><published>2009-04-28T12:40:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:46:55.131+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo Sem Asas (26/11/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrZ9CNAMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LLt40_oil0E/s1600-h/060+-+Anjo+Sem+Asas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329706040152621250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrZ9CNAMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LLt40_oil0E/s320/060+-+Anjo+Sem+Asas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ela estava sentada a olhar a lua&lt;br /&gt;Através dos vidros molhados pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Até que a porta de casa de abre&lt;br /&gt;Era ele,&lt;br /&gt;Ela corre para o abraçar&lt;br /&gt;E repara nas lágrimas da cara dele&lt;br /&gt;Tinha o resultado do exame na mão&lt;br /&gt;Completamente encharcado&lt;br /&gt;Ela tenta ler o papel,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não se safa,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva levou tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela olha-o nos olhos á espera de uma resposta&lt;br /&gt;Ele vira-lhe as costas&lt;br /&gt;Ela desespera e grita...&lt;br /&gt;De repente ele pára!&lt;br /&gt;Abaixa a cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;E num soluço diz: "Um ano"...&lt;br /&gt;Abraça-a e fecha-se num quarto...&lt;br /&gt;Ela está imóvel...&lt;br /&gt;Tantas são as lágrimas que lhe caem&lt;br /&gt;Não se consegue mexer&lt;br /&gt;Nem falar...&lt;br /&gt;Ajoelha-se no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Vem-lhe todas as recordações á cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;Não as consegue largar...&lt;br /&gt;Ela grita!&lt;br /&gt;Com a sensação que ninguém a ouve&lt;br /&gt;Ele lá dentro ouve-a em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Nem se mexe...&lt;br /&gt;E de repente,&lt;br /&gt;A porta bateu!&lt;br /&gt;Ele espreita,&lt;br /&gt;E ela não está,&lt;br /&gt;Pega nas chaves e saí atrás dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele ainda a vê a sair com o carro,&lt;br /&gt;Pega no dele e tenta segui-la...&lt;br /&gt;Liga-lhe,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela não atende!&lt;br /&gt;Começam os relâmpagos&lt;br /&gt;A chuva caí mais forte!&lt;br /&gt;Ela e o ambiente fundem-se!&lt;br /&gt;São um só!&lt;br /&gt;Ele continua atrás dela,&lt;br /&gt;Já fora da cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Atravessam o monte...&lt;br /&gt;Debaixo da lua que chora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma curva...&lt;br /&gt;Ela passou,&lt;br /&gt;ele tentou...&lt;br /&gt;Era muita a velocidade,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva fez as rodas escorregarem...&lt;br /&gt;O carro voa, e caí na mata...&lt;br /&gt;Último suspiro!&lt;br /&gt;Ela no carro finalmente&lt;br /&gt;Se apercebe que é absurdo,&lt;br /&gt;Não pode desperdiçar!&lt;br /&gt;Volta para trás para dizer que o ama!&lt;br /&gt;Mas vê que ele não está mais ali...&lt;br /&gt;Saí do carro á procura...&lt;br /&gt;A chuva acalma,&lt;br /&gt;Ela aproxima-se da pedra quebrada...&lt;br /&gt;E de repente,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva caí em força!&lt;br /&gt;A lua esconde-se nas nuvens negras que vão cobrindo o céu!&lt;br /&gt;A chuva junta-se com as lágrimas que ela deita&lt;br /&gt;Observando...&lt;br /&gt;As gotas de chuva a caírem no fogo da explosão!&lt;br /&gt;A baterem no carro...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Ela grita!&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez com toda a força que lhe resta...&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de autodestruição&lt;br /&gt;consome-lhe a alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que uma luz aparece á sua frente...&lt;br /&gt;A sombra do homem que ama ergue-se...&lt;br /&gt;E lhe diz: "Eu perdoo-te, meu anjo..."&lt;br /&gt;E desaparece num instante!&lt;br /&gt;Ela vira as costas á destruição que causou...&lt;br /&gt;E caminha na estrada sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;De olhos fechados!&lt;br /&gt;Começa a chegar o socorro...&lt;br /&gt;Ela continua caminhando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenta compreender o que se passou!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredita que tirou ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo que lhe restava...&lt;br /&gt;Ele perdoou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quererá ela continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com a culpa?&lt;br /&gt;Não é o perdão que a faz desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;Atravessa o monte andando...&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos vermelhos,&lt;br /&gt;Não há água no mundo para tantas lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;A chuva já não cai com muita força..&lt;br /&gt;Nota-se o cansaço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantes depois, olha em frente...&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz vinda do fundo!&lt;br /&gt;QUe se vai aproximando, aumentando...&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais perto...&lt;br /&gt;E quando a luz a alcança,&lt;br /&gt;Sente o vento a tentar levar-lhe o corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Sente algo a atravessa-la,&lt;br /&gt;E fica tudo escuro outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Ao olhar para trás..&lt;br /&gt;Repara num camião que não viu passar...&lt;br /&gt;E logo concluí,&lt;br /&gt;Que "anjo" não era adjectivo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anjo" era nome...&lt;br /&gt;Apercebe-se do seu lugar,&lt;br /&gt;Uma missão...&lt;br /&gt;Missão de mortal,&lt;br /&gt;Amar como tal,&lt;br /&gt;Viver como tal,&lt;br /&gt;E oferecer a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Nos poucos anos,&lt;br /&gt;Que restariam a alguém que iria amar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegasse a altura,&lt;br /&gt;Iria perceber...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora,&lt;br /&gt;tudo tinha respostas!&lt;br /&gt;A sua fusão com a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;O porquê de tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;O porquê da perda...&lt;br /&gt;O porquê de existir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É a história,&lt;br /&gt;De mais um anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Que mora abaixo da lua!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1-"Luta por cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado Daquela pessoa...&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que nada nem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Interfira com aquilo que sonhaste,&lt;br /&gt;Vive cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;E cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;Vai ser eternidade em alegria"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2-"Existem anjos entre nós...&lt;br /&gt;Não têm asas,&lt;br /&gt;Não podem voar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas podem amar e proteger,&lt;br /&gt;Estão cá para nós...&lt;br /&gt;Quando encontrares o teu&lt;br /&gt;Saberás...&lt;br /&gt;Não o deixes escapar&lt;br /&gt;Depois pode ser tarde demais..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2849784496665328375?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrZ9CNAMI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/LLt40_oil0E/s72-c/060+-+Anjo+Sem+Asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3993295702903556083</id><published>2009-04-28T12:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T14:43:42.527+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Á Tua Espera (16/11/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrG_mih-I/AAAAAAAAAII/3a7Ohw6u_co/s1600-h/059+-+%C3%81+Tua+Espera.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329705714424383458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbrG_mih-I/AAAAAAAAAII/3a7Ohw6u_co/s320/059+-+%C3%81+Tua+Espera.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algo me perturba á noite...&lt;br /&gt;Quando finalmente consigo fechar os olhos para dormir&lt;br /&gt;Os sons,&lt;br /&gt;As imagens,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se vai embora...&lt;br /&gt;Mas uns segundos depois..&lt;br /&gt;Sinto na minha mente uma voz...&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz que chama por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que espera por mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nada é impossível&lt;br /&gt;Nada é inalcançável"&lt;br /&gt;É o que ouço...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua voz&lt;br /&gt;A entrar na minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;"Ficarás ao meu lado?"&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto na esperança que me respondas...&lt;br /&gt;Até que te sinto a ir!&lt;br /&gt;E o frio volta...&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos abrem-se,&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-os encharcados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para a janela&lt;br /&gt;Para o céu...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me aproximo&lt;br /&gt;É como se as estrelas e a lua conspirassem&lt;br /&gt;E na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;Desenhassem o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;E os teus lábios a dizerem-me&lt;br /&gt;"Não estás sozinha"...&lt;br /&gt;Sorrio chorando...&lt;br /&gt;E continuo a observar as estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;A lua enche-se,&lt;br /&gt;tal como o meu coração de esperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali estou eu,&lt;br /&gt;A ver a noite passar...&lt;br /&gt;E a lembrar..&lt;br /&gt;Que tu um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Quebras-te o feitiço,&lt;br /&gt;E me libertaste!&lt;br /&gt;De quando eu estava perdida..&lt;br /&gt;E que naquele dia,&lt;br /&gt;Soube dar uma nova cara para o meu dia!&lt;br /&gt;Um sorriso, que hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Está presente em cada lágrima que deixo cair!&lt;br /&gt;E se junta a um lago...&lt;br /&gt;Que já tenho presente dentro de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que ouço e vejo faz-me acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que é um pedido teu de ajuda!&lt;br /&gt;Sentes o que eu sinto por dentro?&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes a tua raiva crescer!&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me o que quero ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;Volta para perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a oportunidade que preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Para pedir desculpa pelos momentos menos felizes!&lt;br /&gt;Não discutas mais!&lt;br /&gt;Não faças de conta que está tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;Acredita que não melhora assim!&lt;br /&gt;Não faças algo,&lt;br /&gt;Para te arrependeres depois...&lt;br /&gt;Não me digas para desaparecer!&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te de novo aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me este peso de cima!&lt;br /&gt;Volta para perto de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Até lá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Á tua espera!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3993295702903556083?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3993295702903556083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;Mas não foi de todo difícil sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro palavras para explicar&lt;br /&gt;Como foi de novo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que tanto eu procurava!&lt;br /&gt;E mal sabia eu...&lt;br /&gt;Que o que procurava,&lt;br /&gt;Eras tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi como acordar de novo&lt;br /&gt;Foi só olhar para ti...&lt;br /&gt;Não hesitei...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci tudo que ficou para trás&lt;br /&gt;Não me digam que errei!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Sei as certezas que tenho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;A viver acorrentada a um lugar,&lt;br /&gt;a um sentimento, um corpo!&lt;br /&gt;Sem alma...&lt;br /&gt;Com um corpo sujo de lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;De feridas que diziam incuráveis!&lt;br /&gt;Um dia tudo haveria de acabar!&lt;br /&gt;E esse dia chegou!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há palavras no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Que consigam falar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Que digam ao mundo o que sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Que contem aquilo que foi te sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda agora o meu coração bate!&lt;br /&gt;Por apenas mais um segundo contigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração voltou a bater&lt;br /&gt;Tão forte,&lt;br /&gt;como a primeira vez que te vi...&lt;br /&gt;E nada substitui&lt;br /&gt;O que foi reviver esse momento!&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada tivesse acontecido,&lt;br /&gt;Como dois jovens apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda ontem se conheceram&lt;br /&gt;E não sabem o que esperar do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não têm um passado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi esse sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;o do primeiro dia,&lt;br /&gt;Que fez com que tudo fosse claro outra vez&lt;br /&gt;E não vou voltar a perder estas certezas...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou deixar que as sombras&lt;br /&gt;Me prendam da mesma maneira outra vez!&lt;br /&gt;Não posso deixar&lt;br /&gt;Que o meu desejo de tudo acabar&lt;br /&gt;Volte a aparecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o dia que tanto esperei...&lt;br /&gt;Chegou!&lt;br /&gt;E valeu a pena esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto paz...&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto que tenho algo á minha espera...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Que conto cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Só para te voltar a ver outra vez&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1060313528818200086?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1060313528818200086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-dia-chegou-24102006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1060313528818200086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Destinado (16/10/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbqn34bssI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gcRopbze5tU/s1600-h/057+-+Destino+Que+Me+%C3%89+Destinado.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329705179776004802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 302px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbqn34bssI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gcRopbze5tU/s320/057+-+Destino+Que+Me+%C3%89+Destinado.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aproxima-te...&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Entra nesta viagem...&lt;br /&gt;Sente o meu medo...&lt;br /&gt;Ouve-me com atenção...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por diferentes caminhos&lt;br /&gt;Desejo chegar ao mesmo destino&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Mas encontro demasiadas pedras espalhadas&lt;br /&gt;O chão abre-se cada vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;E torna-se cada vez mais difícil&lt;br /&gt;não ver o meu verdadeiro destino...&lt;br /&gt;O grande abismo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só de olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Se sente a escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;As trevas tomam conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;O frio que me abraça,&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos enchem-se de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um arrepio que me domina...&lt;br /&gt;É o destino que me é destinado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem o meu futuro quiser procurar&lt;br /&gt;É só isso que vai encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Nevoeiro...&lt;br /&gt;Sitio onde certezas não há!&lt;br /&gt;Não há portas por onde escapar!&lt;br /&gt;O meu espírito dorme...&lt;br /&gt;Esperando por alguém que o venha acordar...&lt;br /&gt;Aguardando o dia em que me libertarão,&lt;br /&gt;E que me ensinem outro caminho&lt;br /&gt;O caminho que sempre desejei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a alma dorme,&lt;br /&gt;Vivo uma mentira!&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo que sei o que quero...&lt;br /&gt;Batalhando a todos os segundos&lt;br /&gt;Por algo que sei que morreu...&lt;br /&gt;Procuro alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Que me traga de volta á vida!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acabar com as lágrimas que ninguém vê&lt;br /&gt;Com os medos que nunca acabam&lt;br /&gt;Com os gritos que ninguém ouve&lt;br /&gt;Com os suspiros que nunca param&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Com o peso de mais um!&lt;br /&gt;Nem é chamado viver,&lt;br /&gt;É acordar,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar para o espelho&lt;br /&gt;e só ver um rosto, traços...&lt;br /&gt;E se ver uma história nos olhos de escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;E penso&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu para mais um dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero acordar de uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;Acabar com a mesma história!&lt;br /&gt;Virar a página...&lt;br /&gt;Sair do frio,&lt;br /&gt;Fazer algo por mim&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir apagar o passado&lt;br /&gt;E viver uma nova vida,&lt;br /&gt;Sem arrependimentos nem memórias&lt;br /&gt;Nem um "eu era", "eu senti", "eu fiz"...&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos agora...&lt;br /&gt;E diz-me o que vês...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2474394846242401711?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2474394846242401711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-que-me-e-destinado-16102006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2474394846242401711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2474394846242401711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/destino-que-me-e-destinado-16102006.html' title='Destino Que Me É Destinado (16/10/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbqn34bssI/AAAAAAAAAH4/gcRopbze5tU/s72-c/057+-+Destino+Que+Me+%C3%89+Destinado.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8679261063595703100</id><published>2009-04-28T12:36:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:55:37.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need... (07/10/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqY224Y4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g8-vAZCSPcs/s1600-h/056+-+I+need....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329704921803023234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 292px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqY224Y4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g8-vAZCSPcs/s320/056+-+I+need....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm wondering,&lt;br /&gt;What if true love really exists?&lt;br /&gt;What am I doing here?&lt;br /&gt;What am I waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to love&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to care for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a reason!&lt;br /&gt;I need a smile, every day...&lt;br /&gt;I need my soul back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need tears!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need the world...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need to say that I’m sorry...&lt;br /&gt;For being just the way I am!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you out there?&lt;br /&gt;Please come to me...&lt;br /&gt;I’m not special...&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need anyone special!&lt;br /&gt;I just need someone&lt;br /&gt;Who makes me feel that way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;br /&gt;If someday...&lt;br /&gt;I'll wake up...&lt;br /&gt;And think of you...&lt;br /&gt;Like you’re my reason to be here...&lt;br /&gt;To live each day&lt;br /&gt;With happiness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that possible?&lt;br /&gt;Will I find that person?&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I ask for...&lt;br /&gt;I need my angel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying here...&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know why&lt;br /&gt;I just know one thing...&lt;br /&gt;My hearts no longer here!&lt;br /&gt;I feel it...&lt;br /&gt;I need it...&lt;br /&gt;Why does he left me?&lt;br /&gt;Why did I do wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the answers...&lt;br /&gt;But I want to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to fly&lt;br /&gt;Away from here!&lt;br /&gt;Look into his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;And feel that my heart came back to me!&lt;br /&gt;Like it never flow away!&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying from the inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need promises!&lt;br /&gt;I need to feel love again&lt;br /&gt;I need to remember what it feels like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to cry anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Please god!&lt;br /&gt;Give me my wings again!&lt;br /&gt;I need them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll give him what’s left of me...&lt;br /&gt;And we'll be,&lt;br /&gt;Two hearts...&lt;br /&gt;That beat has one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep...&lt;br /&gt;My whispers won’t let me!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t breathe...&lt;br /&gt;My heart calls to me!&lt;br /&gt;I can’t free it...&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know where the keys are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of listening love songs&lt;br /&gt;I don’t understand them anymore...&lt;br /&gt;I NEED TO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please...&lt;br /&gt;Give me something to believe in...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me love again!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8679261063595703100?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8679261063595703100/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-07102006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8679261063595703100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8679261063595703100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-need-07102006.html' title='I Need... (07/10/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqY224Y4I/AAAAAAAAAHw/g8-vAZCSPcs/s72-c/056+-+I+need....jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8209306384639780308</id><published>2009-04-28T12:35:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:52:42.057+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coragem (04/10/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqIJx2_zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X3uq3ySDAsI/s1600-h/055+-+Coragem.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329704634824458034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 277px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqIJx2_zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X3uq3ySDAsI/s320/055+-+Coragem.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A coragem de uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se de uma só maneira!&lt;br /&gt;Não é lutando contra o inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Travando guerras e batalhas&lt;br /&gt;Saindo vencedor&lt;br /&gt;E ganhar um titulo...&lt;br /&gt;É muito mais que isso..&lt;br /&gt;A coragem de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Vê-se pela maneira de como se levanta&lt;br /&gt;Depois de ter caído!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grandes lutadores acham-se vencedores&lt;br /&gt;Merecedores de títulos&lt;br /&gt;Grandes festas, tudo ilusão!&lt;br /&gt;Para mim o vencedor és tu!&lt;br /&gt;19 estações de vida&lt;br /&gt;E não ganhaste uma luta...&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim várias!&lt;br /&gt;A luta de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias acordas&lt;br /&gt;Pensas que a tua vida não vale nada,&lt;br /&gt;E apesar disso, continuas a vivê-la..&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a lutar por uma vida melhor&lt;br /&gt;É disso que falo hoje,&lt;br /&gt;O verdadeiro herói!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos passam o que tu passaste&lt;br /&gt;Cada lágrima que corre o teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Fala por si!&lt;br /&gt;Diz-nos que o passado&lt;br /&gt;Para ti são memórias...&lt;br /&gt;E diz-nos que esperas do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Uma coisa melhor...&lt;br /&gt;Que te dá esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Para poderes dizer um dia&lt;br /&gt;Que sofreste mas não foi em vão,&lt;br /&gt;Porque o estares ali&lt;br /&gt;Bem contigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Significa que ganhaste a tua própria luta&lt;br /&gt;Embora haver dias,&lt;br /&gt;que podias ter pensado em desistir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tu mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;Admiro-te pela tua força,&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que eu não tenho...&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que eu desejo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não alcanço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E há-de chegar o dia da guerra&lt;br /&gt;E sei que a vais vencer...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou aqui,&lt;br /&gt;Ao teu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo que puder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só porque te admiro...&lt;br /&gt;E a esta amizade&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai quebrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8209306384639780308?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8209306384639780308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/coragem-04102006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8209306384639780308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8209306384639780308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/coragem-04102006.html' title='Coragem (04/10/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbqIJx2_zI/AAAAAAAAAHo/X3uq3ySDAsI/s72-c/055+-+Coragem.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1193069094460078900</id><published>2009-04-28T12:34:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:50:53.822+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Fantasia (24/09/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbp3oOiQOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YmUGLVqL6RQ/s1600-h/054+-+Mundo+Fantasia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329704350940020962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbp3oOiQOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YmUGLVqL6RQ/s320/054+-+Mundo+Fantasia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nunca sonhes demasiado alto&lt;br /&gt;Podes correr o risco&lt;br /&gt;De deixar a alma presa nessa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;E quando acordares&lt;br /&gt;Não verás nada para além de um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Será tudo em que acreditas&lt;br /&gt;Vais acreditar em algo irreal&lt;br /&gt;Vais passar a viver num mundo fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada é real...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficarás a viver uma mentira&lt;br /&gt;Acreditando que é verdade&lt;br /&gt;E depois o resultado&lt;br /&gt;São anos de desilusão&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma alma escondida para lá do espelho&lt;br /&gt;Perdida na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;E difícil vai ser a saída&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixes prender nesse mundo!&lt;br /&gt;Não caias no mesmo erro que eu caí...&lt;br /&gt;Agora para me levantar&lt;br /&gt;Tem sido difícil...&lt;br /&gt;Impossível, as vezes, penso eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando vejo o meu reflexo&lt;br /&gt;Já nada é claro&lt;br /&gt;Meu olhar já não me diz nada&lt;br /&gt;Não significa nada&lt;br /&gt;É como olhar para um sentimento de pedra&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei onde é o meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Onde pertenço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vês o que tens feito á minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Só a destróis ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;Separa-te desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vem ter comigo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Volta para dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sê eu novamente&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti sinto-me nua&lt;br /&gt;És o que me preenche o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Tu sem mim também não és nada&lt;br /&gt;Precisas de um corpo para ter vida&lt;br /&gt;Precisas de mim para viver...&lt;br /&gt;Juntos vamos conseguir recuperar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me deixes aqui assim!&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Sem puder amar&lt;br /&gt;Sem descobrir uma mão para agarrar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho agora para uma foto de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Olho, olho, mas nada vejo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada sinto...&lt;br /&gt;É apenas uma simples imagem...&lt;br /&gt;Não espalha memórias,&lt;br /&gt;São apenas traços&lt;br /&gt;De algo que a minha mente me diz que aconteceu,&lt;br /&gt;Mas para mim é tudo um desenho&lt;br /&gt;É algo que não me lembro o que foi sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me recordo mais do que significa&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tem passado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Tentando recordar e sentir&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a minha alma outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Algo que foi passado&lt;br /&gt;Não quero Viver em fantasia,&lt;br /&gt;Quero morrer nesse mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Desaparecer,&lt;br /&gt;para um mundo onde posso sentir o real...&lt;br /&gt;Não peço um conto de fadas&lt;br /&gt;Só peço a minha alma de volta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como posso dizer que te amo?&lt;br /&gt;Se a lembrança me faz duvidar..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1193069094460078900?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1193069094460078900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/mundo-fantasia-24092006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1193069094460078900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1193069094460078900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/mundo-fantasia-24092006.html' title='Mundo Fantasia (24/09/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbp3oOiQOI/AAAAAAAAAHg/YmUGLVqL6RQ/s72-c/054+-+Mundo+Fantasia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2950055027864705928</id><published>2009-04-28T12:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:48:17.650+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Partiste (16/09/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpiCl07OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SAqEr8eFHVE/s1600-h/053+-+Partiste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329703980059913442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 308px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpiCl07OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SAqEr8eFHVE/s320/053+-+Partiste.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejava que tivesses aqui&lt;br /&gt;Partiste á tanto tempo&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me acostumei&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo estar longe de ti&lt;br /&gt;Estavas tão perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;Éramos um só...&lt;br /&gt;Mais ligados era impossível!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te foste?&lt;br /&gt;Porque deixei que te fosses assim?&lt;br /&gt;Preciso tanto de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso do calor que me aquecia por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Por saber sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Por saber viver,&lt;br /&gt;Isto porque te tinha!&lt;br /&gt;Porque achava impossível te perder...&lt;br /&gt;Partiste e deixaste-me sem um coração para amar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem algo que me deixava viver,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ficar presa em sombras, na escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão essa que muitos não conhecem,&lt;br /&gt;Não entendem...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já a conheço&lt;br /&gt;E tudo porque partiste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha sem si&lt;br /&gt;Tento caminhar&lt;br /&gt;Tento ajustar a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Mas não dá...&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro resultados desta busca&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca vai ter fim...&lt;br /&gt;Porque desde que partiste&lt;br /&gt;Passei a boneca...&lt;br /&gt;Objecto que não consegue sentir&lt;br /&gt;Que usam, e deitam fora...&lt;br /&gt;Isto tudo porque te perdi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pergunto-me se estarás algures por aí&lt;br /&gt;Tentando encontrar o caminho de volta&lt;br /&gt;Para estarmos unidos mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo alcançar respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Porque te foste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressa a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Volta para junto de quem precisa de ti&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti para falar,&lt;br /&gt;Respirar, andar...&lt;br /&gt;Viver!&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento de quando partiste&lt;br /&gt;Não é uma simples memória!&lt;br /&gt;É um sentimento que dura!&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias, vai aumentando...&lt;br /&gt;Não te consigo encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo que te tenhas ido para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me abandonaste?&lt;br /&gt;Quando mais precisei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Quando precisei que desses o teu melhor para mim&lt;br /&gt;Partiste...&lt;br /&gt;E eu não consigo mais imaginar&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida sem ti,&lt;br /&gt;Porque preciso de ti...&lt;br /&gt;Tanto quanto o luar precisa da lua&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o teu luar...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti para brilhar!&lt;br /&gt;Para ser o que era,&lt;br /&gt;Para puder viver de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regressa a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou tentando te encontrar,&lt;br /&gt;Não vou desistir de procurar,&lt;br /&gt;Até o meu corpo bater no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Porque é de ti que eu preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2950055027864705928?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2950055027864705928/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/partiste-16092006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2950055027864705928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2950055027864705928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/partiste-16092006.html' title='Partiste (16/09/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpiCl07OI/AAAAAAAAAHY/SAqEr8eFHVE/s72-c/053+-+Partiste.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6257972395867816467</id><published>2009-04-28T12:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:45:40.498+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Serei Teu Refugio? (01/09/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpQFtiUYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9QhIch3pE4/s1600-h/052+-+Serei+Teu+Ref%C3%BAgio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329703671659909506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpQFtiUYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9QhIch3pE4/s320/052+-+Serei+Teu+Ref%C3%BAgio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não é a mim que amas&lt;br /&gt;Tu procuras em mim um refúgio&lt;br /&gt;Procuras um lar&lt;br /&gt;Um sitio onde estar&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar para correres cada vez que algo está mal&lt;br /&gt;Depois do verdadeiro amor ter desaparecido!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua vida nunca mais foi a mesma&lt;br /&gt;Na tentativa de morte procuras-te a solução&lt;br /&gt;O lar, que tanto desejas&lt;br /&gt;Em fugir também o procuras-te,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre impedido de o fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a tentar,&lt;br /&gt;E a magoar quem te ama...&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrares um pouco de paz&lt;br /&gt;Não é a mim que amas&lt;br /&gt;O teu verdadeiro amor foi-se&lt;br /&gt;E procuras o refúgio...&lt;br /&gt;Procuras-me a mim...&lt;br /&gt;Procuras estar comigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas vezes te tento animar&lt;br /&gt;Poucas delas consigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque essas acabam em discussão!&lt;br /&gt;As outras não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque não é comigo que queres estar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixes que nada nem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Interfira assim na tua vida!&lt;br /&gt;Tens de amar,&lt;br /&gt;Perder,&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a amar!&lt;br /&gt;Para viver!&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu queres é desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Fugir daqui&lt;br /&gt;Voar para fora!&lt;br /&gt;Não é o correcto!&lt;br /&gt;Segue o meu concelho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora são estas&lt;br /&gt;As explicações que encontro&lt;br /&gt;Para as tuas reacções&lt;br /&gt;Para os teus momentos de fraqueza&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo aquilo que te deixa infeliz...&lt;br /&gt;Porque seja o que for,&lt;br /&gt;Um amor amor&lt;br /&gt;Está sempre presente...&lt;br /&gt;É algo que não nos escapa,&lt;br /&gt;Ao corpo...&lt;br /&gt;E á alma...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu que o diga...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Sabes que comigo podes sempre contar&lt;br /&gt;Seja para o que for&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou cá estar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura a tua felicidade&lt;br /&gt;No seu verdadeiro lugar&lt;br /&gt;Procura-o na sinceridade&lt;br /&gt;Procura-a em ti!&lt;br /&gt;E só aí...&lt;br /&gt;A poderás dar aos que te amam...&lt;br /&gt;Aí vais ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;E deixar que o sejam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por caminhos separados ou não&lt;br /&gt;Tens sempre a minha mão para agarrar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te vou largar,&lt;br /&gt;Nem abandonar!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais estar sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurarás em mim um refúgio?&lt;br /&gt;Ou serás sincero contigo,&lt;br /&gt;E com os outros?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E este texto é para ti&lt;br /&gt;Depois de duas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Que sozinhas caminharam&lt;br /&gt;Pelo meu rosto,&lt;br /&gt;Até á alma!&lt;br /&gt;Para isto te dedicar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-6257972395867816467?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6257972395867816467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/serei-teu-refugio-01092006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6257972395867816467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6257972395867816467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/serei-teu-refugio-01092006.html' title='Serei Teu Refugio? (01/09/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbpQFtiUYI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/l9QhIch3pE4/s72-c/052+-+Serei+Teu+Ref%C3%BAgio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4859203476252945941</id><published>2009-04-28T12:29:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:41:42.220+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Choro Por Dentro (27/08/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbow6L81OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0ktDeFjOgHE/s1600-h/051+-+Choro+Por+Dentro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329703135990306018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbow6L81OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0ktDeFjOgHE/s320/051+-+Choro+Por+Dentro.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não se pode ver o futuro&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe o que uma acção pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;Não se adivinha que efeito terá em nós,&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa própria vida...&lt;br /&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Para mim tudo mudou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um dia como todos os outros&lt;br /&gt;O anjo voava&lt;br /&gt;Entre o vento mais suave&lt;br /&gt;Só entre alegrias&lt;br /&gt;Saber que tudo era perfeito...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como sempre&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que parece bom de mais&lt;br /&gt;É mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E num segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Dei pela minha vida a passar-me á frente...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se transformou...&lt;br /&gt;O vento soprou mais forte&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens desceram á terra,&lt;br /&gt;O sol escondeu-se entre a escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Esse anjo morreu...&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco da sua alma permaneceu,&lt;br /&gt;E desse resto,&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu outro anjo,&lt;br /&gt;Um anjo que daria a essa mesma alma&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida diferente&lt;br /&gt;Daria uma nova visão,&lt;br /&gt;E um novo mundo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo corpo se formou,&lt;br /&gt;Mas por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;A alma do antigo anjo chora,&lt;br /&gt;Basta olhar-lhe nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E ver que por dentro está partido...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto mudou num só segundo!&lt;br /&gt;Os planos desfizeram-se,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais escrevi o meu próprio destino&lt;br /&gt;Tenho-me deixado á deriva,&lt;br /&gt;Á espera que me levem...&lt;br /&gt;Que me dêem força para uma nova vida...&lt;br /&gt;Para dar ao novo anjo&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra vida!&lt;br /&gt;Ele vive dentro das trevas do novo anjo&lt;br /&gt;Á espera que o salvem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Estou a morrer por dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguém vai tirar o que falta?&lt;br /&gt;Terão essa coragem?&lt;br /&gt;Choro...&lt;br /&gt;Choro por dentro,&lt;br /&gt;Sem que vejam o sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;Quem me dera poder acreditar em algo novo,&lt;br /&gt;Que me dissessem que tudo passou de um sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Que o anjo não mudou,&lt;br /&gt;Que nada se passou,&lt;br /&gt;E que ainda estás comigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas neste momento acordo,&lt;br /&gt;E apercebo-me,&lt;br /&gt;Que mudei mesmo, não era um sonho!&lt;br /&gt;E choro por dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Choro no silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca mais vou respirar&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4859203476252945941?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4859203476252945941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/choro-por-dentro-27082006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4859203476252945941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4859203476252945941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/choro-por-dentro-27082006.html' title='Choro Por Dentro (27/08/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbow6L81OI/AAAAAAAAAHI/0ktDeFjOgHE/s72-c/051+-+Choro+Por+Dentro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-519989517688611085</id><published>2009-04-28T12:28:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:39:00.585+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiva (23/08/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbof2FETsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ujQhXAbkehw/s1600-h/050+-+Raiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329702842829917890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbof2FETsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ujQhXAbkehw/s320/050+-+Raiva.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Há dias que me sinto em baixo&lt;br /&gt;Dias em que tenho raiva de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Raiva porque sou pessoa que só sabe acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Acredito em palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que de acções não têm nada!&lt;br /&gt;Acredito no que dizem porque era bonito&lt;br /&gt;E parecia ter algum sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Até me mostrarem o contrário!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Á dias em que acordo,&lt;br /&gt;E nem sei porque estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei porque ainda vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porque já não morri...&lt;br /&gt;Já percebi que gostam de me mentir,&lt;br /&gt;De me por em baixo,&lt;br /&gt;De me rebaixar...&lt;br /&gt;Assim vão-me matando aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é assim que o quero!&lt;br /&gt;Matem-me de uma vez!!&lt;br /&gt;Não façam com que eu desapareça aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Só dói ainda mais...&lt;br /&gt;E acabo eu por me matar a mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Com sofrimento ou sem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas acabo por desaparecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta raiva que tenho dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Custa a sair,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho como fazer que ela saía!&lt;br /&gt;É difícil,&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro maneira!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A raiva aumenta,&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apercebo que não consigo acabar com tudo&lt;br /&gt;Fazer o que querem,&lt;br /&gt;E desaparecer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas gostam de o fazer aos poucos...&lt;br /&gt;Dói tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei até quando suporto tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é pelo sentimento,&lt;br /&gt;Não é pelo que eu tinha para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Não é o ter perdido algo que fico assim,&lt;br /&gt;A razão, é simplesmente,&lt;br /&gt;A mentira...&lt;br /&gt;Sinceridade é tudo que peço mas nem isso me dão...&lt;br /&gt;Depois sou forçada a viver numa mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Tentar mostrar que estou bem,&lt;br /&gt;Para parar com brigas!&lt;br /&gt;Parar com tudo o que me faz morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É disso que tenho raiva...&lt;br /&gt;E quando algum dia me isolar&lt;br /&gt;Me afastar daqueles que realmente gostam de mim&lt;br /&gt;Porque outros me fizeram desconfiar...&lt;br /&gt;Uns dias depois desapareço...&lt;br /&gt;Na minha própria sombra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vão-se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;De um dia me terem tirado as asas,&lt;br /&gt;E o direito de voar!&lt;br /&gt;E não haverá mais mentiras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-519989517688611085?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/519989517688611085/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/raiva-23082006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/519989517688611085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/519989517688611085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/raiva-23082006.html' title='Raiva (23/08/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbof2FETsI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ujQhXAbkehw/s72-c/050+-+Raiva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-721167193019701045</id><published>2009-04-28T12:27:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:37:10.163+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Congelada (18/08/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboS7CuTLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0WN2QK00FQI/s1600-h/049+-+Congelada.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329702620823964850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 186px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 305px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboS7CuTLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0WN2QK00FQI/s320/049+-+Congelada.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dou por mim a tentar alcançar o que não posso,&lt;br /&gt;Estou congelada,&lt;br /&gt;Estou presa entre dois mundos&lt;br /&gt;E estou fechada num só meu!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho duas portas,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não sei qual escolher,&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que aqui não quero estar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os meus suspiros rompem o silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;Caem lágrimas dos meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;E quando as observo a caírem,&lt;br /&gt;Vão-se transformando em gelo,&lt;br /&gt;E quando tocam no chão, partem-se...&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco depois, derretem!&lt;br /&gt;E é como se nada tivesse acontecido...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma das portas é a saída...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como saber a certa?&lt;br /&gt;Ambas são iguais,&lt;br /&gt;Escuras, sombrias...&lt;br /&gt;Parecem que vão dar ao mesmo!&lt;br /&gt;Fico a pensar, será que o outro lado é igual?&lt;br /&gt;Será pior?&lt;br /&gt;Não é isso que quero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero libertar-me deste gelo que me consome o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Para puder libertar as asas,&lt;br /&gt;Poder voar, e escolher uma porta...&lt;br /&gt;Escolher um novo mundo para eu viver,&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar de novo a confiança em mim mesma,&lt;br /&gt;E avançar...&lt;br /&gt;Procurar um novo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Subir colinas,&lt;br /&gt;Enfrentar problemas,&lt;br /&gt;Os altos e baixos das colinas vão ser um desafio,&lt;br /&gt;Que só eu posso enfrentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tanto digo,&lt;br /&gt;E continuo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Presa sem me mexer,&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo mundo,&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo sitio,Continuo sem forças para sair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-721167193019701045?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/721167193019701045/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/congelada-18082006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/721167193019701045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/721167193019701045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/congelada-18082006.html' title='Congelada (18/08/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboS7CuTLI/AAAAAAAAAG4/0WN2QK00FQI/s72-c/049+-+Congelada.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6127328298892210667</id><published>2009-04-28T12:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:34:56.171+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Dia (03/08/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboEXRuutI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9JfdxJw5YC8/s1600-h/048+-+Um+Dia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329702370705062610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboEXRuutI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9JfdxJw5YC8/s320/048+-+Um+Dia.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Parece tudo tão calmo&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma permanece quieta...&lt;br /&gt;As águas correm, calmamente...&lt;br /&gt;As sombras têm estado caladas,&lt;br /&gt;Os ventos não sopram,&lt;br /&gt;Chove, sem grandes estragos,&lt;br /&gt;Os raios de sol não queimam...&lt;br /&gt;Mas até dias assim assustam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia que passa é uma aventura,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se sabe o que pode acontecer,&lt;br /&gt;Acordar é aceitar viver...&lt;br /&gt;Aceitar lutar pelo que vai aparecer&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de não saber&lt;br /&gt;Se tenho força para ultrapassar!&lt;br /&gt;Uns desistem durante o dia,&lt;br /&gt;Outros vão desistindo,&lt;br /&gt;Em cada dia que acordam,&lt;br /&gt;Menos força têm para lutar!&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não sei em que me encaixo&lt;br /&gt;Nem sei se tenho tudo comigo,&lt;br /&gt;Alma e corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda serão um só?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que um dia&lt;br /&gt;Terei as minhas certezas&lt;br /&gt;Saberei quem sou,&lt;br /&gt;De onde vim,&lt;br /&gt;E o que estou a fazer!&lt;br /&gt;Sei que um dia vou ficar mais forte&lt;br /&gt;Um dia vou puder lutar pelo que hoje não consigo&lt;br /&gt;Poderei dizer a todos que lutei&lt;br /&gt;E que ganhando ou perdendo,&lt;br /&gt;Consegui o melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Confiei em mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso desconfio de cada dia,&lt;br /&gt;Se há demasiadas questões,&lt;br /&gt;Fico atordoada...&lt;br /&gt;Se há demasiadas alegrias,&lt;br /&gt;Imagino que algo não está bem...&lt;br /&gt;Se está tudo demasiado calmo,&lt;br /&gt;Fico quieta,&lt;br /&gt;Calma, a ouvir cada som que surgir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Vou acordar e ver que tudo vale a pena&lt;br /&gt;Que tenho que lutar por alguma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Só preciso de tempo,&lt;br /&gt;Para descobrir o quê...&lt;br /&gt;Como...&lt;br /&gt;E porquê...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-6127328298892210667?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6127328298892210667/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-03082006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6127328298892210667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6127328298892210667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-dia-03082006.html' title='Um Dia (03/08/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfboEXRuutI/AAAAAAAAAGw/9JfdxJw5YC8/s72-c/048+-+Um+Dia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2477145255321695069</id><published>2009-04-28T12:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:32:30.692+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Mundo (24/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbn399LN5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIHSb5I1GdI/s1600-h/047+-+O+Meu+Mundo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329702157749532562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 193px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbn399LN5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIHSb5I1GdI/s320/047+-+O+Meu+Mundo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O tempo vai passando,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou mudando&lt;br /&gt;E me tornando num ser&lt;br /&gt;Um ser raro,&lt;br /&gt;Algo só meu&lt;br /&gt;Que só eu posso ver&lt;br /&gt;E só o meu mundo pode reconhecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo sem ver...&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão é a minha luz do dia!&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto a luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;A lua é o meu mundo...&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão é o meu meio&lt;br /&gt;O ambiente que me faz sentir em casa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou anjo das trevas&lt;br /&gt;Vejo no meio do invisível!&lt;br /&gt;Vejo na escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Nela vivo,&lt;br /&gt;Escondida da luz&lt;br /&gt;Num mundo de dúvidas e charadas&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada parece certo&lt;br /&gt;E quase tudo parece errado!&lt;br /&gt;Começa tudo pelo fim&lt;br /&gt;Acaba tudo no inicio...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo descobrir as verdadeiras respostas&lt;br /&gt;Que encaixem neste mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De vez em quando,&lt;br /&gt;Aparece que uma janela se abre&lt;br /&gt;De onde sai uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Que traz a alegria de que preciso&lt;br /&gt;Mas a alegria dói...&lt;br /&gt;E volto ao mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo porque a alegria não era real!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sentada nas trevas&lt;br /&gt;No cemitério das almas,&lt;br /&gt;Dos corações...&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo é enterrado e esquecido!&lt;br /&gt;Como se nunca tivesse existido...&lt;br /&gt;Sentada, reflectindo...&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechando os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Para a mente dar lugar a memórias...&lt;br /&gt;E desejos para o futuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É este o meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;É assim que o conheço...&lt;br /&gt;É assim que vou vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;Até que me mostrem a real alegria,&lt;br /&gt;De puder voar,&lt;br /&gt;E ver no visível!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2477145255321695069?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2477145255321695069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-mundo-24072006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2477145255321695069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2477145255321695069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-meu-mundo-24072006.html' title='O Meu Mundo (24/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbn399LN5I/AAAAAAAAAGo/tIHSb5I1GdI/s72-c/047+-+O+Meu+Mundo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4220113837083425681</id><published>2009-04-28T12:23:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:30:16.448+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Razão É Medo (20/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnknPfVHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aNtHzfCSHGg/s1600-h/046+-+A+Raz%C3%A3o+%C3%89+Medo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329701825234818162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 199px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 318px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnknPfVHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aNtHzfCSHGg/s320/046+-+A+Raz%C3%A3o+%C3%89+Medo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho tentado o melhor de mim&lt;br /&gt;Tento, porque quero perceber&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de saber&lt;br /&gt;Porque mudei,&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de saber a razão&lt;br /&gt;De não ser a mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Luto, luto,&lt;br /&gt;E acho que finalmente descobri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo não foi por ter amado&lt;br /&gt;Mas por ter sofrido!&lt;br /&gt;O meu medo é ser levada a amar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de passar por tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;A razão de ter mudado,&lt;br /&gt;E de tratar as pessoas de modo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Todos os que estão em meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de deixar que mais alguém entre aqui&lt;br /&gt;Que entre no meu coração,&lt;br /&gt;e que a alegria seja arrancada outra vez&lt;br /&gt;É esse o meu medo&lt;br /&gt;É essa a razão de eu ter mudado&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas dizem-me que mudei&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-me que não sou a mesma&lt;br /&gt;E que o sorriso me fugiu&lt;br /&gt;E insistem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora sei que o porquê...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero deixar que ninguém se aproxime&lt;br /&gt;Não quero voltar a passar pelo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Confiar,&lt;br /&gt;E ser levada por sombras...&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa a quem não tratei bem,&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que quero,&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo não me deixa ser a mesma,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de eu o querer,&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a vontade de ter tudo de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo faz o contrário do que quero...&lt;br /&gt;Se quero dizer uma coisa,&lt;br /&gt;Os meus lábios mexem-se de outra forma,&lt;br /&gt;Se quero fazer um gesto,&lt;br /&gt;As mãos não o fazem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que alguma coisa entrou dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E que me controla o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Eu só controlo a mente...&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como o resolver...&lt;br /&gt;Só não quero magoar mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4220113837083425681?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4220113837083425681/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/razao-e-medo-20072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4220113837083425681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4220113837083425681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/razao-e-medo-20072006.html' title='A Razão É Medo (20/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnknPfVHI/AAAAAAAAAGg/aNtHzfCSHGg/s72-c/046+-+A+Raz%C3%A3o+%C3%89+Medo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2981194872595122439</id><published>2009-04-28T12:22:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:27:57.502+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Agonia e Pânico (18/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnChN2_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-c7ARbkWCTM/s1600-h/045+-+Agonia+e+P%C3%A2nico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329701239501815074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 279px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnChN2_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-c7ARbkWCTM/s320/045+-+Agonia+e+P%C3%A2nico.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mundo está cheio de buracos&lt;br /&gt;Buracos esses por onde pessoas desaparecem&lt;br /&gt;A cada segundo,&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Perdida no seu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Levada pelo medo&lt;br /&gt;Pelo pânico de viver&lt;br /&gt;E pela agonia de não o conseguir fazer&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre aqueles que conseguem lutar&lt;br /&gt;Outros que se deixam levar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A agonia faz-me ficar farta de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Que sou incapaz de dar um passo&lt;br /&gt;Incapaz de lutar&lt;br /&gt;Fico agoniada por saber que sou fraca&lt;br /&gt;Por não saber que caminho tomar&lt;br /&gt;Por não querer descobrir o futuro&lt;br /&gt;E deixar correr...&lt;br /&gt;Será que é defeito?!&lt;br /&gt;Ficar á espera que o destino me apareça&lt;br /&gt;E me diga o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja contra tudo e todos?&lt;br /&gt;Será que vale a pena tanto sofrimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fico em pânico quando penso no que me pode acontecer&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que talvez,&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade não me esteja destinada...&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que não posso amar&lt;br /&gt;Sem depois morrer uma parte de mim&lt;br /&gt;E não conseguir afastar-me&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz com quem sei que posso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agonia e pânico,&lt;br /&gt;é como posso descrever o que tenho vivido&lt;br /&gt;A cada momento,&lt;br /&gt;nada muda, tudo é igual&lt;br /&gt;Sempre escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com sombras a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais encontro uma luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;Tem que haver algo que me faça sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Poder mexer os lábios de maneira sincera&lt;br /&gt;E não por fingimento!&lt;br /&gt;Mas o quê?&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro a solução!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que vou vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;Escondida no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Agoniada, e em pânico...&lt;br /&gt;O que me enfurece,&lt;br /&gt;é que não tenho coragem para mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que vou fazendo,&lt;br /&gt;É esperar...&lt;br /&gt;Para ver o que me está destinado!&lt;br /&gt;Estou á espera do futuro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuarei assim?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2981194872595122439?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2981194872595122439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/agonia-e-panico-18072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2981194872595122439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2981194872595122439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/agonia-e-panico-18072006.html' title='Agonia e Pânico (18/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbnChN2_SI/AAAAAAAAAGY/-c7ARbkWCTM/s72-c/045+-+Agonia+e+P%C3%A2nico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-6753049414330519831</id><published>2009-04-28T12:20:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:24:00.621+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Veneno (13/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmpxJHLgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ONwrbompZos/s1600-h/044+-+Doce+Veneno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329700814280142338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmpxJHLgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ONwrbompZos/s320/044+-+Doce+Veneno.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ontem olhei para o espelho&lt;br /&gt;Tive a imagem de um outro mundo&lt;br /&gt;Reparei numa rapariga&lt;br /&gt;Estava feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Sorria, e espalhava a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Descontrolada,&lt;br /&gt;Conseguia controlar tudo&lt;br /&gt;Só de a ver sorri...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era um mundo tão definido&lt;br /&gt;Perfeito, talvez...&lt;br /&gt;O céu azul,&lt;br /&gt;A água brilhava á luz do sol e da lua&lt;br /&gt;De dia era calmo&lt;br /&gt;Á noite tudo se iluminava com a luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;os olhos dela brilhavam,&lt;br /&gt;como duas gotas que caíram do oceano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me apercebo,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo nuvens a chegar&lt;br /&gt;Algo estranho nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada se podia esperar&lt;br /&gt;Senão a felicidade em que se vivia&lt;br /&gt;A rapariga, quieta, olha a lua&lt;br /&gt;E perante os seus olhos a vê desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada por nuvens&lt;br /&gt;E fica frio...&lt;br /&gt;As gotas do oceano,&lt;br /&gt;eram agora gotas do mar morto&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada existe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está imóvel...&lt;br /&gt;Não tem qualquer reacção&lt;br /&gt;Algo está errado,&lt;br /&gt;Onde está aquela vida tão alegre?&lt;br /&gt;Aquele mundo tão doce e desejável?&lt;br /&gt;Ela errou,&lt;br /&gt;Algo fez com que tudo muda-se de repente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela pousa as suas mãos na terra molhada pela chuva&lt;br /&gt;Está sentada no chão&lt;br /&gt;E já não é só a chuva que a molha,&lt;br /&gt;mas sim as lágrimas que aqueles olhos deitam&lt;br /&gt;Foi-lhe dado o fruto proibido daquele mundo&lt;br /&gt;Um veneno tão doce que vai matando,&lt;br /&gt;sem se notar...&lt;br /&gt;Não nos apercebemos,&lt;br /&gt;E quando o fazemos é tarde!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que era perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Agora é de lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;O veneno vai matando tão lentamente&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo parece bem ate ao final&lt;br /&gt;Até ao último segundo e nos mata de vez&lt;br /&gt;Vamos morrendo sem sabermos&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto pensamos que está tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo desaba...&lt;br /&gt;A rapariga cai no chão...&lt;br /&gt;Mas com um estranho sorriso na cara...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que não o vai poder experimentar outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Fica contente por isso no seu último segundo&lt;br /&gt;E por isso, vai em paz&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;E o coração sorri-lhe,&lt;br /&gt;Por saber que não irá sofrer mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A morte mais doce&lt;br /&gt;A queda do juízo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que sentimos se descontrola&lt;br /&gt;É uma morte lenta, doce...&lt;br /&gt;O doce veneno,&lt;br /&gt;O amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-6753049414330519831?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/6753049414330519831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/doce-veneno-13072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6753049414330519831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/6753049414330519831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/doce-veneno-13072006.html' title='Doce Veneno (13/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmpxJHLgI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/ONwrbompZos/s72-c/044+-+Doce+Veneno.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8245035447562213962</id><published>2009-04-28T12:18:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:21:50.860+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilha Dos Sonhos Perdidos (12/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmSaOLmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b4J-glji2mE/s1600-h/043+-+Ilha+Dos+Sonhos+Perdidos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329700412990396802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmSaOLmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b4J-glji2mE/s320/043+-+Ilha+Dos+Sonhos+Perdidos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por vezes perdemos toda a esperança&lt;br /&gt;Ficamos em baixo&lt;br /&gt;E sentimos que estamos por nossa conta&lt;br /&gt;Todos caímos&lt;br /&gt;Mas somos admirados pela maneira de como nos levantamos&lt;br /&gt;E eu ainda estou aqui...&lt;br /&gt;E tu estás aqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É bom relembrar os tempos que passei&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que era pequena&lt;br /&gt;Não imaginava um mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Imaginava um sitio para viver&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso, um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo só para sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Crescemos, e não é bem assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questiono-me muitas vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes essas perguntas não têm respostas&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que lutar ás cegas,&lt;br /&gt;E ás vezes cometo erros...&lt;br /&gt;Como o erro de não querer perder alguém,&lt;br /&gt;E não esperar até ter as certezas&lt;br /&gt;Mas posso magoar...&lt;br /&gt;E volto a sentir-me perdida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não estou preparada para algo grande&lt;br /&gt;Para concretizar o sonho&lt;br /&gt;E sei disso agora&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou fazer de tudo para lutar&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Fazer com que o céu e a terra&lt;br /&gt;Sejam uma pequena parte&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que posso fazer contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei muito,&lt;br /&gt;Esse sonho por agora está perdido&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no mar, na terra...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez num sitio que ninguém imaginaria&lt;br /&gt;Num sitio tão pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;que não imagino como possa lá entrar&lt;br /&gt;Mas que lá está, está&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Esse sonho é sobre alguém que quer voltar a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;voltar a ser quem era&lt;br /&gt;E tu vais ajudar-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a mão,&lt;br /&gt;Vem comigo até lá&lt;br /&gt;A Ilha dos sonhos perdidos&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me largues&lt;br /&gt;Juntos vamos encontrar o sonho que perdi&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a conquistá-lo&lt;br /&gt;E torná-lo realidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo conquistar o sonho&lt;br /&gt;Se tiveres sempre de mão dada comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me largues&lt;br /&gt;Para não me perderes&lt;br /&gt;E juntos encontrar-mos o que se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;Mas que nunca,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vai morrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fruto do meu sentimento por ti:&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8245035447562213962?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8245035447562213962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilha-dos-sonhos-perdidos-12072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8245035447562213962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8245035447562213962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/ilha-dos-sonhos-perdidos-12072006.html' title='Ilha Dos Sonhos Perdidos (12/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbmSaOLmYI/AAAAAAAAAGI/b4J-glji2mE/s72-c/043+-+Ilha+Dos+Sonhos+Perdidos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-5932770683879838645</id><published>2009-04-28T12:16:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:19:15.520+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombras (10/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfblp22LcAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAoy2scanL4/s1600-h/042+-+Sombras.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329699716299714562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfblp22LcAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAoy2scanL4/s320/042+-+Sombras.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como é que alguém pode se sentir bem com o escuro?&lt;br /&gt;O sol faz-me sentir como se não pertencesse...&lt;br /&gt;A lua é quem me ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Todas as sombras á minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;Fui eu que as criei, há meses atrás...&lt;br /&gt;São parte de mim, da minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Criei-as e não as consigo mandar embora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim não quer&lt;br /&gt;Consegue respirar livremente com elas&lt;br /&gt;Sem elas tem medo&lt;br /&gt;Fico em pânico se não estão por perto!&lt;br /&gt;É ridícula a forma como preciso delas&lt;br /&gt;Algo tão obscuro,&lt;br /&gt;que sempre se receia,&lt;br /&gt;Algo que assusta&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto-me bem...&lt;br /&gt;Parte de mim!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra parte só quer deixar esta vida&lt;br /&gt;De dúvidas e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;Alegrias mas depois, o sofrimento...&lt;br /&gt;Só desconfiança...&lt;br /&gt;A impureza do ar que me afecta mais a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Penso que este mundo não é para mim&lt;br /&gt;Que as sombras estão cá para me levar&lt;br /&gt;Mas se assim é,&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda aqui estou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque uma parte de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não quer ir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está aquele mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em que éramos protegidos de tudo&lt;br /&gt;O ar era fresco e puro&lt;br /&gt;Podia respirar em liberdade...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje se o tento,&lt;br /&gt;sinto uma corrente fria,&lt;br /&gt;em volta do meu pescoço&lt;br /&gt;Uma corda que me quer levar&lt;br /&gt;Arrastar daqui, para um outro mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não consigo partir,&lt;br /&gt;Porque uma parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se penso em ir&lt;br /&gt;De novo as sombras entram em mim&lt;br /&gt;E me fazem pensar em tudo,&lt;br /&gt;começo a pensar&lt;br /&gt;E volto atrás outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Estou dividida...&lt;br /&gt;Anjo das trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Anjo da alegria!&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que me fazer só uma,&lt;br /&gt;Só ainda não descobri o caminho para o fazer&lt;br /&gt;Mas vou continuar á procura&lt;br /&gt;Até que um dia,&lt;br /&gt;o destino mo possa dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-5932770683879838645?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5932770683879838645/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sombras-10072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5932770683879838645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5932770683879838645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sombras-10072006.html' title='Sombras (10/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfblp22LcAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uAoy2scanL4/s72-c/042+-+Sombras.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-7694315992659839120</id><published>2009-04-28T12:14:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:17:15.251+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Retorno Do Anjo (07/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfblZMIvpGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MrJgSrTTMoU/s1600-h/041+-+O+Retorno+Do+Anjo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329699429956953186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfblZMIvpGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MrJgSrTTMoU/s320/041+-+O+Retorno+Do+Anjo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda me lembro&lt;br /&gt;Daquele anjo que tanto chorava&lt;br /&gt;Cada noite, quantas lágrimas não derramava&lt;br /&gt;Por acreditar, por confiar&lt;br /&gt;E ser sempre sem vão...&lt;br /&gt;Agora não...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi-lhe relembrado o que é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;O que é confiar em alguém&lt;br /&gt;E saber que essa pessoa vai estar sempre lá&lt;br /&gt;Como alguém pode viver,&lt;br /&gt;Desconfiando de tudo e todos?&lt;br /&gt;E quando vai a descobrir,&lt;br /&gt;Era só abrir os olhos para voltar a sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;E agora que os soube abrir...&lt;br /&gt;É o retorno do anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O anjo que sabe amar&lt;br /&gt;Sabe confiar&lt;br /&gt;Dar e receber&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir e não fazer chorar&lt;br /&gt;O anjo voltou,&lt;br /&gt;Estou de volta e não tenciono rebaixar-me de novo!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero voltar para a solidão das trevas&lt;br /&gt;Para onde tudo e todos,&lt;br /&gt;Te parecem querer bem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mal está sempre por trás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agradeço a todos que nunca o fizeram&lt;br /&gt;E que foram capazes&lt;br /&gt;De fazer o que ainda há pouco&lt;br /&gt;Parecia impossível!&lt;br /&gt;O anjo voltou!&lt;br /&gt;E tem a protecção de um outro anjo&lt;br /&gt;Esse sim, sempre foi um anjo,&lt;br /&gt;E sempre será para mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é com a protecção desse anjo&lt;br /&gt;É com o seu amor&lt;br /&gt;Com a sua confiança&lt;br /&gt;E com a sua alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Que o anjo que ainda existia em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Acorrentado, infeliz, incapaz de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Regressou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa aqueles que desiludo&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu regresso...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, estou de volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-7694315992659839120?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/7694315992659839120/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-retorno-do-anjo-07072006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7694315992659839120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/7694315992659839120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-retorno-do-anjo-07072006.html' title='O Retorno Do Anjo (07/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfblZMIvpGI/AAAAAAAAAF4/MrJgSrTTMoU/s72-c/041+-+O+Retorno+Do+Anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1270782263937718733</id><published>2009-04-28T12:13:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:15:09.177+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Olhar (04/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfmILP4ep5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/G1HkqY3f23s/s1600-h/040+-+Um+Olhar.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330441360793053074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 98px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfmILP4ep5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/G1HkqY3f23s/s320/040+-+Um+Olhar.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfblGldaYRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/Uty0ZkJbIcA/s1600-h/040+-+Um+Olhar.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Basta um olhar teu&lt;br /&gt;Para sentir que sou o teu tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sonho constantemente com o dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que te vou olhar nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;E poder-te dizer e mostrar o quanto te adoro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar diz tudo&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar teu faz com que me sinta bem&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de sentir que te tenho comigo&lt;br /&gt;Com olhos tão meigos...&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar tão doce&lt;br /&gt;Tão sincero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a chance de ser feliz contigo para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Puder acordar cada dia e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sentir orgulho por ter alguém como tu a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Para tudo!&lt;br /&gt;É tão bom saber que te tenho&lt;br /&gt;Nos bons e maus momentos&lt;br /&gt;Para chorar e rir comigo&lt;br /&gt;Todos os segundos!&lt;br /&gt;Não vou desperdiçar&lt;br /&gt;Não foi por acaso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre la estiveste&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando estava cega&lt;br /&gt;Cega pela infelicidade&lt;br /&gt;E não tinha coragem para me mexer!&lt;br /&gt;Nem avançar nem recuar,&lt;br /&gt;mas sempre me deste força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro do primeiro dia&lt;br /&gt;Quando muitas coincidências&lt;br /&gt;Formaram o destino&lt;br /&gt;O destino de estarmos juntos&lt;br /&gt;E trocarmos um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que mudaria tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me arrependo de nada!&lt;br /&gt;Nada foi em vão&lt;br /&gt;Cada discussão&lt;br /&gt;Cada alegria&lt;br /&gt;Cada dúvida&lt;br /&gt;Cada certeza...&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo forma o que temos&lt;br /&gt;Temos um ao outro e é tudo que precisamos!&lt;br /&gt;E tudo vai melhorar com um olhar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1270782263937718733?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1270782263937718733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-olhar-04072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1270782263937718733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1270782263937718733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-olhar-04072006.html' title='Um Olhar (04/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfmILP4ep5I/AAAAAAAAAMI/G1HkqY3f23s/s72-c/040+-+Um+Olhar.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2559925597771042502</id><published>2009-04-28T12:12:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:08:52.685+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Truque (03/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbk16WwKuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yHpf8nrEjY0/s1600-h/039+-+Truque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329698823888448226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 282px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbk16WwKuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yHpf8nrEjY0/s320/039+-+Truque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida é um truque&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que vemos pode ser uma ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que existe pode não ser o que parece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dá para se ser feliz com tantos truques&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos vemos com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;E depois descobrimos que era falso&lt;br /&gt;Era de plástico...&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado,&lt;br /&gt;porque podes vir a ser a próxima vitima...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo te parece correr bem de mais&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem sempre é realidade&lt;br /&gt;Podes estar a ser enganado&lt;br /&gt;Levado pela fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E quem tá á tua volta&lt;br /&gt;Não te vai proteger&lt;br /&gt;Todos te vão empurrar&lt;br /&gt;Deitar-te pedras&lt;br /&gt;Quando já estiveres sem forças no chão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que estás a viver pode ser um truque&lt;br /&gt;Toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Porque as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Podem não estar a ser o que eram,&lt;br /&gt;Ou podem não ser o que aparentam!&lt;br /&gt;Não acredites em tudo que te dizem...&lt;br /&gt;E essas pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Serão seguidas por outras&lt;br /&gt;E tu ficarás sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Todos contra ti,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecidos e desconhecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Amados e odiados&lt;br /&gt;Estarás tramado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toma cuidado&lt;br /&gt;Os truques enganam tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;No dia do juízo final&lt;br /&gt;Será tudo revelado&lt;br /&gt;E aí, só verás uma coisa:&lt;br /&gt;A realidade mais real que existe...&lt;br /&gt;A que vivias, do outro lado, sem saberes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais estar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Vais ser abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles que amas-te&lt;br /&gt;Por quem mais gostas&lt;br /&gt;E por todos os outros que te rodeiam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tem cuidado com o truque&lt;br /&gt;Isto não é brincadeira&lt;br /&gt;É o jogo da vida,&lt;br /&gt;Se enganas,&lt;br /&gt;Serás bem enganado&lt;br /&gt;O truque está activo&lt;br /&gt;Abre os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E tem cuidado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2559925597771042502?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2559925597771042502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/truque-03072006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2559925597771042502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2559925597771042502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/truque-03072006.html' title='Truque (03/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbk16WwKuI/AAAAAAAAAFo/yHpf8nrEjY0/s72-c/039+-+Truque.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3945723298417225281</id><published>2009-04-28T12:11:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:07:19.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Portugal (01/07/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbklP1bb4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PICvJ8eBjfI/s1600-h/038+-+Portugal.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329698537596481410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 197px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbklP1bb4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PICvJ8eBjfI/s320/038+-+Portugal.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo que nos faz sonhar e acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que vivemos é com ele&lt;br /&gt;Está sempre no ar&lt;br /&gt;Na água&lt;br /&gt;No fogo&lt;br /&gt;E em tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É impossível não apoiar&lt;br /&gt;Não querer ganhar!&lt;br /&gt;Jogamos e ponteamos&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos festa, muita alegria&lt;br /&gt;Cada golo uma alegria&lt;br /&gt;Cada falha mais um apoio!&lt;br /&gt;Apoiamos sempre&lt;br /&gt;E sempre será assim!&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão é a perfeição!&lt;br /&gt;A população apoia as vitórias&lt;br /&gt;A população apoia as derrotas!&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aqui para o nosso mundo&lt;br /&gt;Estamos aqui para Portugal!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A selecção corre&lt;br /&gt;Nós saltamos&lt;br /&gt;A selecção celebra&lt;br /&gt;Nós gritamos&lt;br /&gt;Mas estamos sempre lá!&lt;br /&gt;Todos no mesmo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Na nossa terra, que nunca nos deixa para trás!&lt;br /&gt;Apoiamos Portugal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja que jogador for,&lt;br /&gt;É sempre para nós,&lt;br /&gt;E por nós!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada remate&lt;br /&gt;Cada passe&lt;br /&gt;Cada falta&lt;br /&gt;Cada finta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é emoção!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo nos faz gritar e apoiar!&lt;br /&gt;Rimos e sofremos com eles!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos sonhando e crescendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tantos&lt;br /&gt;Mas só uma selecção!&lt;br /&gt;Só um coração!&lt;br /&gt;Quero todos a apoiar!&lt;br /&gt;Todos a sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esquecer nem desistir!&lt;br /&gt;Todos juntos numa só nação!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VAMOS LÁ PORTUGAL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3945723298417225281?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3945723298417225281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/portugal-01072006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3945723298417225281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3945723298417225281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/portugal-01072006.html' title='Portugal (01/07/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbklP1bb4I/AAAAAAAAAFg/PICvJ8eBjfI/s72-c/038+-+Portugal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4456438047833577551</id><published>2009-04-28T12:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:04:37.434+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma Lágrima (29/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkXPdzNRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NL6_sW9bxB4/s1600-h/037+-+Uma+L%C3%A1grima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329698296979207442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkXPdzNRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NL6_sW9bxB4/s320/037+-+Uma+L%C3%A1grima.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma miserável lágrima&lt;br /&gt;É o que deito&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo o que me acontece&lt;br /&gt;Só me cai uma lágrima&lt;br /&gt;O sentimento que eu tenho&lt;br /&gt;Já não é de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Pois toda a tristeza que tinha&lt;br /&gt;Transformou-se em ódio, raiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É agora o que tenho á vida&lt;br /&gt;Ódio e raiva!&lt;br /&gt;Essa solitária lágrima que deito&lt;br /&gt;É a alma...&lt;br /&gt;Que sente toda a raiva da mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto tempo a sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Nada resta...&lt;br /&gt;A não ser querer morrer&lt;br /&gt;Essa única lágrima&lt;br /&gt;Já chora por si só&lt;br /&gt;Quando cega ao chão&lt;br /&gt;Divide-se em pequenas gotinhas,&lt;br /&gt;Que dão vida a cada problema...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras lágrimas que deito&lt;br /&gt;São lágrimas de sangue&lt;br /&gt;A mostrar toda a raiva que tenho em mim&lt;br /&gt;A demonstrar o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que me fez chorar&lt;br /&gt;É o que nesta vida me fez sofrer&lt;br /&gt;E agora para acalmar&lt;br /&gt;Só mesmo o desejo de desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão difícil&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei milhões de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Umas atrás das outras&lt;br /&gt;De minuto a minuto&lt;br /&gt;E agora dou por mim&lt;br /&gt;A verter uma, e uma só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ódio não deixa passar mais&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os olhos aguados&lt;br /&gt;Mas dali não sai mais&lt;br /&gt;Sofro tanto&lt;br /&gt;E tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;Mato a tristeza com o ódio&lt;br /&gt;O ódio que vem com o amor&lt;br /&gt;O amor que tinha á vida&lt;br /&gt;Onde anda?&lt;br /&gt;Tudo poderia ter sido tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;E é tarde para não odiar...&lt;br /&gt;É tarde de mais para conseguir amar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fica tudo cá dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Só sai, uma lágrima!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4456438047833577551?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4456438047833577551/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-lagrima-29062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4456438047833577551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4456438047833577551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/uma-lagrima-29062006.html' title='Uma Lágrima (29/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkXPdzNRI/AAAAAAAAAFY/NL6_sW9bxB4/s72-c/037+-+Uma+L%C3%A1grima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2289682042544773479</id><published>2009-04-28T12:09:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:02:13.366+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Amar Assim (26/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkJu6wHNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j0cC2PMeziw/s1600-h/036+-+Amar+Assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329698064903970002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkJu6wHNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j0cC2PMeziw/s320/036+-+Amar+Assim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou a começar a pensar em desistir&lt;br /&gt;Fazer com que tudo não passe de um sonho&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer não posso&lt;br /&gt;Mas deixar para trás&lt;br /&gt;Puder largar tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que acordar para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Cansada de deitar tantas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de sangue&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento sofrer mais&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de dor&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas secas&lt;br /&gt;De quando sofro em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Não as posso guardar mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá porque no amor se sofre&lt;br /&gt;Não quer dizer que seja o único sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Mas uma coisa eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que se for para amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero viver mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tentem disfarçar&lt;br /&gt;Vêm sempre a nossa dor&lt;br /&gt;E sofrem também&lt;br /&gt;E não quero causar isso&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser a causa do sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Dos que me rodeiam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for para amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Então peço para que ninguém ame&lt;br /&gt;Não quero tantos funerais de almas á minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Corações enterrados&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidos...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que o tentem superar&lt;br /&gt;Choremos as lágrimas que choremos&lt;br /&gt;A água nunca irá acabar,&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre de cá estar...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê desperdiçá-la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for para amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Quero reunir o puder de amar&lt;br /&gt;Atirá-lo para o buraco negro&lt;br /&gt;Que os que já sofreram construíram&lt;br /&gt;Estamos a tempo de parar com isto tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque amar?&lt;br /&gt;Para se ser magoado&lt;br /&gt;Para se sentir perdido?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê amar se é assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for para amar assim&lt;br /&gt;Não me ames&lt;br /&gt;Porque também não te amarei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para amar assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mais vale não ser amado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2289682042544773479?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2289682042544773479/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-assim-26062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2289682042544773479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2289682042544773479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/amar-assim-26062006.html' title='Amar Assim (26/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbkJu6wHNI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/j0cC2PMeziw/s72-c/036+-+Amar+Assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-399438792440500144</id><published>2009-04-28T12:08:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T12:00:12.097+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmo Sem Estar Contigo (26/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbj5yV_pKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z9Vx4N6f8Fc/s1600-h/035+-+Mesmo+Sem+Estar+Contigo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329697790945633442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 248px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbj5yV_pKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z9Vx4N6f8Fc/s320/035+-+Mesmo+Sem+Estar+Contigo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo sem estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua falta&lt;br /&gt;Do teu amor&lt;br /&gt;Do teu carinho&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te olhei nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te toquei&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero tanto te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te senti&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que nunca te esquecerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir o teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;Beijar os teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo sem estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades&lt;br /&gt;E sinto desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te ouvi bem perto do ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Mas sinto o teu suspiro,&lt;br /&gt;está sempre presente comigo&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te vi á minha frente&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que um dia o farei&lt;br /&gt;E tentarei fazer disso um eterno presente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Já te adoro&lt;br /&gt;Já te quero&lt;br /&gt;Já te desejo&lt;br /&gt;E por ti chamo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;É contigo que tenho sonhado&lt;br /&gt;E sempre que abro os olhos&lt;br /&gt;O sonho não desaparece&lt;br /&gt;Porque esses sonhos&lt;br /&gt;São apenas imagens&lt;br /&gt;Do que o coração realmente quer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca estive contigo&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia sei que vou estar&lt;br /&gt;Disso nunca vou duvidar&lt;br /&gt;Porque quando duas almas o querem&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas até se movem&lt;br /&gt;Só para esse desejo concretizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sem estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é possível&lt;br /&gt;Desde um toque leve,&lt;br /&gt;Até o teu coração desejar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-399438792440500144?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/399438792440500144/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/mesmo-sem-estar-contigo-26062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/399438792440500144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/399438792440500144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/mesmo-sem-estar-contigo-26062006.html' title='Mesmo Sem Estar Contigo (26/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbj5yV_pKI/AAAAAAAAAFI/z9Vx4N6f8Fc/s72-c/035+-+Mesmo+Sem+Estar+Contigo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-917679533723834378</id><published>2009-04-28T12:07:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:57:46.954+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca Te Vás (19/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjpSGOO_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IFqg5ti_RqQ/s1600-h/034+-+Nunca+Te+V%C3%A1s.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329697507411639282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 259px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjpSGOO_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IFqg5ti_RqQ/s320/034+-+Nunca+Te+V%C3%A1s.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não chores mais...&lt;br /&gt;Encosta-te no meu ombro...&lt;br /&gt;Transmite tudo para mim...&lt;br /&gt;Faz com que a minha alma se sinta parte da tua&lt;br /&gt;Ficaremos envolvidos&lt;br /&gt;E juntos para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca deixes de ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou sempre aqui para ti&lt;br /&gt;E tu estás sempre no meu coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem ter comigo,&lt;br /&gt;e abraça-me com toda a tua força!!&lt;br /&gt;Envolve-me nos teus braços&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me que me adoras&lt;br /&gt;E dou-te a hipótese de seres meu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os deuses de tudo fizeram&lt;br /&gt;Para os nossos caminhos cruzar&lt;br /&gt;E agora que te encontrei&lt;br /&gt;Se te atreveres a desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que estejas,&lt;br /&gt;O que quer que faças...&lt;br /&gt;Hei-de te encontrar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar, toda a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, e abraça-me...&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que te adoro&lt;br /&gt;Com as forças que ainda me restam...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não são muitas&lt;br /&gt;Mas é o que tenho agora!&lt;br /&gt;E tu as fazes voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;E cada vez mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando pensei que estava tudo perdido&lt;br /&gt;Apareces-te...&lt;br /&gt;Julgaste-me com sinceridade!&lt;br /&gt;As críticas e elogios eram vistos com verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui julgada e rebaixada,&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca deixas-te que fecha-se os olhos&lt;br /&gt;A tudo á minha volta,&lt;br /&gt;E visse o que se passava&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de muitas vezes pensares que os fechava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha de enfrentar tudo...&lt;br /&gt;E por estares sempre a meu lado,&lt;br /&gt;ainda aqui estou&lt;br /&gt;não vou fechar os olhos!&lt;br /&gt;e se não aguentar,&lt;br /&gt;sei que aqui estás para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Apesar dos quilómetros que nos separam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te vás...&lt;br /&gt;"I need You Tonight"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-917679533723834378?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/917679533723834378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-te-vas-19062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/917679533723834378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/917679533723834378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/nunca-te-vas-19062006.html' title='Nunca Te Vás (19/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjpSGOO_I/AAAAAAAAAFA/IFqg5ti_RqQ/s72-c/034+-+Nunca+Te+V%C3%A1s.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2282443046261143256</id><published>2009-04-28T12:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:55:27.060+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Que Sou? (19/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjZhLsn9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b9EB4QR-6S8/s1600-h/033+-+O+Que+Sou.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329697236583227346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjZhLsn9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b9EB4QR-6S8/s320/033+-+O+Que+Sou.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei porquê...&lt;br /&gt;Ainda há meses atrás eu era aquela menina&lt;br /&gt;Que sorri por tudo&lt;br /&gt;Dá gargalhadas por e para todos&lt;br /&gt;Tinha os meus sofrimentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada de especial&lt;br /&gt;Nada que me fizesse ir abaixo&lt;br /&gt;De tal forma que não volta-se para cima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O perfume das rosas&lt;br /&gt;O ar que respirava&lt;br /&gt;O mar em que nadava&lt;br /&gt;O fogo que em mim ardia&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo tão bom, tão suave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou com medo&lt;br /&gt;Estou com medo do que me estou a tornar&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão os sorrisos?&lt;br /&gt;As rosas brancas que me davam o perfume?&lt;br /&gt;O ar agora está irrespirável&lt;br /&gt;O mar agora é morto&lt;br /&gt;O fogo, arde na mesma, mas magoa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou com medo do que me estou a tornar&lt;br /&gt;Onde estão as gargalhadas?&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo era cor-de-laranja e amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Cores vivas, quentes e alegres!&lt;br /&gt;Agora?&lt;br /&gt;Só se vê preto e branco&lt;br /&gt;Cores mortas, frias e tristes!&lt;br /&gt;O que sou agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada do que era...&lt;br /&gt;Os sofrimentos já se fazem sentir&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez com mais força&lt;br /&gt;Cada um que venha,&lt;br /&gt;é mais um pouco da minha alma que se evapora&lt;br /&gt;Vai acabar por ficar só o corpo...&lt;br /&gt;E como viverei?&lt;br /&gt;Sem sentimentos, alegrias?&lt;br /&gt;E sofrimentos?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho medo da morte&lt;br /&gt;Tenho é medo de estar viva!&lt;br /&gt;E a forma de morrer?&lt;br /&gt;Assusta-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que sou agora?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou?&lt;br /&gt;Que mundo é este?&lt;br /&gt;É diferente!&lt;br /&gt;Nada volta atrás...&lt;br /&gt;E estou com medo,&lt;br /&gt;do que me estou a tornar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2282443046261143256?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2282443046261143256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-sou-19062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2282443046261143256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2282443046261143256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-que-sou-19062006.html' title='O Que Sou? (19/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbjZhLsn9I/AAAAAAAAAE4/b9EB4QR-6S8/s72-c/033+-+O+Que+Sou.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3399599058205418082</id><published>2009-04-28T12:02:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:53:11.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Se Eu Sou Assim (18/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbigfUv8JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ScmiiSA0-iE/s1600-h/032+-+Se+Eu+Sou+Assim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329696256831778962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 253px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbigfUv8JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ScmiiSA0-iE/s320/032+-+Se+Eu+Sou+Assim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se o meu sorriso contagia&lt;br /&gt;Porque não fazer por o ver?&lt;br /&gt;Se gostam tanto&lt;br /&gt;Porque desiludem e magoam&lt;br /&gt;Me dão com facas nas costas&lt;br /&gt;E me empurram para a escuridão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a tentar sair não percebem?&lt;br /&gt;Estou a tentar voar&lt;br /&gt;Sair do controle desta sombra&lt;br /&gt;Que não me larga nem o segundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando penso que se afastou&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me bate com mais força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o meu olhar é assim tão brilhante&lt;br /&gt;Porque não o deixam brilhar?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não fazem por isso?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me dão razões para se tornar cintilante?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento, e tento e volto a tentar&lt;br /&gt;Mas com gente tão hipócrita no mundo&lt;br /&gt;Não vai dar!&lt;br /&gt;Não estou a dizer que sou perfeita!&lt;br /&gt;NÃO SOU!&lt;br /&gt;Errei e muito nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;E pelos erros paguei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se espalho alegria,&lt;br /&gt;Porque me estão a fechar as portas,&lt;br /&gt;Para não a deixarem passar?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me deixam espalha-la com liberdade?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parem de me cercar com mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Assim não as terão de volta!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais isto!!&lt;br /&gt;Se eu sou assim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque não mo deixam ser?!&lt;br /&gt;Estão a fazer com que o verdadeiro eu se tranque!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3399599058205418082?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3399599058205418082/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-eu-sou-assim-18062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3399599058205418082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3399599058205418082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/se-eu-sou-assim-18062006.html' title='Se Eu Sou Assim (18/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbigfUv8JI/AAAAAAAAAEw/ScmiiSA0-iE/s72-c/032+-+Se+Eu+Sou+Assim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4526205375545992148</id><published>2009-04-28T12:01:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:50:54.678+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras (17/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiP2d-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xSKIqKjYT1U/s1600-h/031+-+Palavras.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329695970986731922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiP2d-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xSKIqKjYT1U/s320/031+-+Palavras.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou farta e cansada&lt;br /&gt;Farta das palavras que te saem da boca&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de gestos para as completarem&lt;br /&gt;As palavras são 50% dos teus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Quero 90% ou então 100!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto mais ouvir-te dizer&lt;br /&gt;Coisas que não consegues fazer&lt;br /&gt;Para mostrares realmente&lt;br /&gt;Tens de fazer e não falar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso ouvir mais palavras&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração pede-te gestos&lt;br /&gt;Digo-te já que não estou a pedir de mais&lt;br /&gt;Muito faço eu para o merecer&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca o tenho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas as lutas que travei, travo e ainda farei&lt;br /&gt;Por ti, só para te ter&lt;br /&gt;Luto contra mim mesma, contra uma sombra&lt;br /&gt;Ganho, mas não recebo nada em troca&lt;br /&gt;Só palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Mas em palavras não consigo tocar!&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não me abraçam&lt;br /&gt;Palavras não me beijam&lt;br /&gt;Não me dão a segurança de que preciso!&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me gestos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te perto de mim&lt;br /&gt;E não são as palavras que o vão fazer&lt;br /&gt;Levanta-te daí e vem ter comigo&lt;br /&gt;Porque um único gesto, decisão da minha parte&lt;br /&gt;Pode acabar com todos os sonhos e planos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de palavras&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me os gestos de que preciso&lt;br /&gt;E deixa-me sentir os teus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;E ouvi-los...&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto me abraças&lt;br /&gt;E me dizes, mostrando que me amas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4526205375545992148?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4526205375545992148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras-17062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4526205375545992148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4526205375545992148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras-17062006.html' title='Palavras (17/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiP2d-qZI/AAAAAAAAAEo/xSKIqKjYT1U/s72-c/031+-+Palavras.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2364893072861041208</id><published>2009-04-28T12:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:48:36.995+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chama Por Mim (17/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiCCNqexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r36avKtPCTc/s1600-h/030+-+Chama+Por+Mim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329695733621357330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 317px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiCCNqexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r36avKtPCTc/s320/030+-+Chama+Por+Mim.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os dias á um momento onde tudo pára&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica imóvel&lt;br /&gt;Um segundo é uma eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Para mim, todos os dias são assim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesses momentos&lt;br /&gt;Ouço algo..&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que chama por mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fica escuro&lt;br /&gt;Sinto um aperto no coração&lt;br /&gt;E algo cá dentro, me diz para olhar para cima&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que me vê como sou&lt;br /&gt;Sinto alivio no coração&lt;br /&gt;E aparece uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Que transmite alegria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes de perder o que tenho&lt;br /&gt;Ouço a voz...&lt;br /&gt;A voz do anjo que chama por mim&lt;br /&gt;Fico com vontade de o seguir&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que é uma armadilha&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se for com ele vou cair mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas só por saber&lt;br /&gt;Não deixo de o querer&lt;br /&gt;O anjo que chama por mim...&lt;br /&gt;Em quem eu confio e desconfio...&lt;br /&gt;Quem eu amo e odeio...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que me trás alegrias e tristezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como saber o que é certo?&lt;br /&gt;Ele chama por mim,&lt;br /&gt;e eu quero ir&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que se for&lt;br /&gt;Volto a cair...&lt;br /&gt;Que faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero...&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não posso,&lt;br /&gt;nao devo...&lt;br /&gt;Continua a chamar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Com aquela voz tão doce...&lt;br /&gt;Espera-me um abraço tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Mas também vai ser forte a queda!&lt;br /&gt;Que faço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que se for,&lt;br /&gt;estou a errar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é isso que me faz perder a vontade de querer...&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nesta constante indecisão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele chama por mim&lt;br /&gt;Anjo tão lindo nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Para quê não ir?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê ir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como saber o que fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que ele me chama&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero tanto ir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas se for,&lt;br /&gt;volto a cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2364893072861041208?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2364893072861041208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/chama-por-mim-17062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2364893072861041208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2364893072861041208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/chama-por-mim-17062006.html' title='Chama Por Mim (17/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbiCCNqexI/AAAAAAAAAEg/r36avKtPCTc/s72-c/030+-+Chama+Por+Mim.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8902142300741296569</id><published>2009-04-28T11:59:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:46:52.172+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Onde Está? (11/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhysNXmUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sv3lCaoKLww/s1600-h/029+-+Onde+Est%C3%A1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329695470016502082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhysNXmUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sv3lCaoKLww/s320/029+-+Onde+Est%C3%A1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Estou perdida!&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me na mágoa&lt;br /&gt;Na raiva de todos aqueles que nos enganam!&lt;br /&gt;Estou tanto tempo á espera que me façam feliz&lt;br /&gt;E quando se encontra alguém&lt;br /&gt;Volta tudo á estaca zero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está aquele sorriso que dizem que contagia?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela minha vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;Que dizem que incentiva&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas gargalhadas que a toda a gente levo,&lt;br /&gt;estão perdidas, onde andarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão calmo,&lt;br /&gt;tão silencioso...&lt;br /&gt;Escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Medroso...&lt;br /&gt;E quando uma luz acende&lt;br /&gt;Aparece uma sombra que nunca segue em frente&lt;br /&gt;Estica a mão,&lt;br /&gt;o seu toque é frio...&lt;br /&gt;E depois deixa-nos cair e volta para trás!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá fico eu,&lt;br /&gt;Sentada num canto a soluçar...&lt;br /&gt;Á espera que não tivesse nunca confiado nessa sombra&lt;br /&gt;Sinto horror de mim mesma!&lt;br /&gt;E pergunto-me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde está aquela felicidade que dizem que espalho?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela confiança que tinha em tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que tinha em todos&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles momentos tão bons, sem fim!&lt;br /&gt;Estão perdidos, onde andarão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada de procurar algo que tem que me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Só me arrependo cada vez que avanço,&lt;br /&gt;e experimento!&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a contagiar de novo&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade, a auto-estima...&lt;br /&gt;E mais tudo aquilo que dizem que fazia...&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu estou perdida...&lt;br /&gt;Onde andarei?&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8902142300741296569?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8902142300741296569/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-esta-11062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8902142300741296569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8902142300741296569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-esta-11062006.html' title='Onde Está? (11/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhysNXmUI/AAAAAAAAAEY/Sv3lCaoKLww/s72-c/029+-+Onde+Est%C3%A1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3998884205041189742</id><published>2009-04-28T11:57:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:44:15.771+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Satanásia (09/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbhd2oZ7KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H82F2oC3sKI/s1600-h/028+-+Satan%C3%A1sia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329695112037002402" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbhd2oZ7KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H82F2oC3sKI/s320/028+-+Satan%C3%A1sia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uma terra&lt;br /&gt;Da qual tão poucos falam&lt;br /&gt;Talvez por medo&lt;br /&gt;Mas ela existe...&lt;br /&gt;E espera cada minuto,&lt;br /&gt;de cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Por um de nós,&lt;br /&gt;a Satanásia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitos sofrem com medo de lá ir&lt;br /&gt;Outros sofrem com o sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Da ideia que têm no pensamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuses tentaram lutar&lt;br /&gt;Foi em vão...&lt;br /&gt;E aqui estamos nós&lt;br /&gt;A correr este perigo&lt;br /&gt;Todos corremos esse perigo&lt;br /&gt;Satanásia, terra de anti-deuses&lt;br /&gt;Seres destruidores, que desejam a guerra&lt;br /&gt;O poder e o sofrimento de outrem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos vivemos onde não nos podem magoar&lt;br /&gt;Mas e quando morrermos?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde iremos?&lt;br /&gt;O medo apodera-se do nosso espírito&lt;br /&gt;E é essa a força de Santanásia&lt;br /&gt;É o que a mantém viva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem todos se conseguem escapar&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre algum que vai lá parar&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena fugir&lt;br /&gt;Nem vale a pena chorar&lt;br /&gt;De não, ao inferno podes ir parar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos viver em paz&lt;br /&gt;Puder viver cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar para onde vamos&lt;br /&gt;Ou porque aqui estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tens medo da terra insanta?&lt;br /&gt;Teme...&lt;br /&gt;Mas esse, é o forte de Satanásia!&lt;br /&gt;Satanás governa...&lt;br /&gt;Sê forte!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3998884205041189742?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3998884205041189742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/satanasia-09062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3998884205041189742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3998884205041189742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/satanasia-09062006.html' title='Satanásia (09/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbhd2oZ7KI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/H82F2oC3sKI/s72-c/028+-+Satan%C3%A1sia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1971993455250700056</id><published>2009-04-28T11:56:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:41:52.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda A Minha Vida (04/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhI9KPdWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-Za_bvL9qEU/s1600-h/027+-+Toda+A+Minha+Vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329694753012282722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 198px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhI9KPdWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-Za_bvL9qEU/s320/027+-+Toda+A+Minha+Vida.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com algo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Algo que a mudaria&lt;br /&gt;Mas porquê esperar tanto?&lt;br /&gt;Porquê tanto sofrimento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Quis saber como é&lt;br /&gt;Amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Da mesma maneira, tudo igual!&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pedi para ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas infelizmente não sou eu o juiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Esperei por tudo melhorar&lt;br /&gt;Para poder sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Mas com a realidade!&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar é sempre bom&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando não é real&lt;br /&gt;De que serve?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Me perguntei,&lt;br /&gt;porque será que é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Porque haverá por ai tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;Que merece ser feliz mas não consegue&lt;br /&gt;Porque será que alguns não têm futuro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Pedi por algo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Quero sorrir e saltar&lt;br /&gt;E espalhar a alegria&lt;br /&gt;Se dizem que o faço,&lt;br /&gt;porque continuo a chorar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Lutei, algumas batalhas ganhei...&lt;br /&gt;A guerra ainda não está perdida&lt;br /&gt;Porque continuo a lutar, e estou viva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Deixei que me culpassem&lt;br /&gt;De coisas que não faço&lt;br /&gt;Me senti desprotegida,&lt;br /&gt;e ainda agoraespero que alguém me traga a protecção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1971993455250700056?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1971993455250700056/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/toda-minha-vida-04062006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1971993455250700056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1971993455250700056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/toda-minha-vida-04062006.html' title='Toda A Minha Vida (04/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbhI9KPdWI/AAAAAAAAAEI/-Za_bvL9qEU/s72-c/027+-+Toda+A+Minha+Vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-2047298345375487406</id><published>2009-04-28T11:55:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:37:59.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Beijo (04/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbg4jkTYuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VhJTRD3tAUg/s1600-h/026+-+Um+Beijo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329694471264363234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbg4jkTYuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VhJTRD3tAUg/s320/026+-+Um+Beijo.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Existem várias maneiras de mostrar&lt;br /&gt;O que sentimos a quem amamos&lt;br /&gt;A primeira, a que nunca é esquecia&lt;br /&gt;É sempre... Um beijo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A transferência de uma alma&lt;br /&gt;Para o corpo da pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;Quando os nossos lábios se juntam&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma invade o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Desta forma, eu serei tua, para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando te fores,&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma vai contigo&lt;br /&gt;Assim que desapareceres&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma evapora deste mundo também&lt;br /&gt;Só o meu corpo fica,&lt;br /&gt;com a tua alma a ocupar-lhe o coração!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só é necessário um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Para me dares a tua alma&lt;br /&gt;Para ficar guardada comigo&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim do acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Até que tudo desapareça&lt;br /&gt;Até que o universo evapore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No beijo,&lt;br /&gt;há um momento&lt;br /&gt;Uns meros segundos&lt;br /&gt;Onde as nossas almas se tocam&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha entrar em ti,&lt;br /&gt;Para a tua entrar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Penetram uma na outra&lt;br /&gt;Elas próprias dão o beijo&lt;br /&gt;E se entregam&lt;br /&gt;Serei tua pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;Serás meu para toda a existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só é preciso um beijo&lt;br /&gt;Para que 1 corpo, 1 alma&lt;br /&gt;Seja destinada a 1 alma, 1 corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas quero que se saiba&lt;br /&gt;Esta troca de espíritos&lt;br /&gt;Não é em qualquer beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Só no beijo sincero&lt;br /&gt;Onde mente, corpo e alma são de um só&lt;br /&gt;Um só ser, aquele que nos muda a vida&lt;br /&gt;E nos faz sentir bem,&lt;br /&gt;Estamos protegidos, para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo só,&lt;br /&gt;e tens de me proteger para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Um beijo só,&lt;br /&gt;e tudo vai ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um beijo só...&lt;br /&gt;Para te amar eternamente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-2047298345375487406?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/2047298345375487406/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-beijo-04062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2047298345375487406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/2047298345375487406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/um-beijo-04062006.html' title='Um Beijo (04/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/Sfbg4jkTYuI/AAAAAAAAAEA/VhJTRD3tAUg/s72-c/026+-+Um+Beijo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3339130418953640901</id><published>2009-04-28T11:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:35:40.949+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Peço Desculpa (03/06/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbglqFdptI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K0s_gNRUH9U/s1600-h/025+-+Pe%C3%A7o+Desculpa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329694146596546258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbglqFdptI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K0s_gNRUH9U/s320/025+-+Pe%C3%A7o+Desculpa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Peço desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;Pelo dia em que te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Pelo quanto gostei de ti&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo que nunca fiz&lt;br /&gt;E por tudo que já passei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos estão á minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Atiram-me com facas&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração saí magoado&lt;br /&gt;Atiram-me com culpas&lt;br /&gt;Culpas que não tenho&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a culpa de amar&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a culpa de querer... Ser feliz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que também já fiz&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo com que não consigo viver&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo que nunca lutei&lt;br /&gt;Por aquilo que sempre quis&lt;br /&gt;Por não ser perfeita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero tanto ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que me mostrem esse caminho&lt;br /&gt;Mas não é a culpar-me do que acontece&lt;br /&gt;Que isso vai acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que me culpam&lt;br /&gt;De tudo aquilo que deixei passar&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que não aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;E de tudo que se passa no mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu é que erro&lt;br /&gt;Por me ter amado&lt;br /&gt;E por me ter apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Por alguém que foi errado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;Pelos momentos que passei&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo aquilo com que sempre sonhei&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que virá a acontecer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa...&lt;br /&gt;Por estar a pedir desculpa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3339130418953640901?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3339130418953640901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/peco-desculpa-03062006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3339130418953640901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3339130418953640901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/peco-desculpa-03062006.html' title='Peço Desculpa (03/06/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbglqFdptI/AAAAAAAAAD4/K0s_gNRUH9U/s72-c/025+-+Pe%C3%A7o+Desculpa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-5092901634115169174</id><published>2009-04-28T11:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:33:34.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonho (30/05/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgXJNoPKI/AAAAAAAAADw/QjcuCtyPSUI/s1600-h/024+-+Sonho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329693897254255778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgXJNoPKI/AAAAAAAAADw/QjcuCtyPSUI/s320/024+-+Sonho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em pequena&lt;br /&gt;Costumava ter um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo que tinha até á meses atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Era sempre estranho&lt;br /&gt;Algo que não conseguia identificar&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que de repetia..&lt;br /&gt;É que estava lá alguém....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazia-me sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;Trazia-me alegria enquanto dormia&lt;br /&gt;E pensar no sonho&lt;br /&gt;Trazia-me um sorriso!&lt;br /&gt;Parecia um anjo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era estranho...&lt;br /&gt;Nem a cara lhe via&lt;br /&gt;Aparecia-me como uma sombra...&lt;br /&gt;Só se via os contornos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas era tudo preto...&lt;br /&gt;Tentava-me lembrar da sua cara&lt;br /&gt;Mas por mais que me esforce&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salvava-me de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Protegia-me...&lt;br /&gt;Trazia-me arrepios&lt;br /&gt;Como me posso sentir tão bem com um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;Com alguém que nem a cara vi&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca falei&lt;br /&gt;Que é imaginário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há tempos dei por mim a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que desde o dia que te conheci&lt;br /&gt;Não voltei a ter esse sonho&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que tinha eram teus!&lt;br /&gt;Os outros deixaram de existir...&lt;br /&gt;E tiro uma conclusão:&lt;br /&gt;És tu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És tu aquele que me protege até em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;És aquele que me ama até em sonhos&lt;br /&gt;És aquele que me faz sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;Que me traz um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;És aquele por quem tanto esperei&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequena que sonho contigo...&lt;br /&gt;E agora que te encontrei,&lt;br /&gt;não quero te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque aquele sonho é tudo para mim&lt;br /&gt;És aquele que o concretiza&lt;br /&gt;É por ti que luto...&lt;br /&gt;És aquele por quem sempre esperei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-5092901634115169174?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/5092901634115169174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonho-30052006.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5092901634115169174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/5092901634115169174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/sonho-30052006.html' title='Sonho (30/05/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgXJNoPKI/AAAAAAAAADw/QjcuCtyPSUI/s72-c/024+-+Sonho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-4397847574438627347</id><published>2009-04-28T11:52:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:30:58.301+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfeito (29/05/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgCHIgCOI/AAAAAAAAADo/hcysJJ9VT98/s1600-h/023+-+Perfeito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329693535918622946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgCHIgCOI/AAAAAAAAADo/hcysJJ9VT98/s320/023+-+Perfeito.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tudo tão perfeito quando estás a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão lindo&lt;br /&gt;Tão alegre&lt;br /&gt;Tão vivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada faz sentido quando não estás&lt;br /&gt;Quero tudo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;E não quero que partas nunca mais!&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo aqui,&lt;br /&gt;neste momento chamado sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me amas&lt;br /&gt;Também sabes que te amo&lt;br /&gt;Sem isso nada faria sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão perfeito quando te sinto&lt;br /&gt;Quando te beijo&lt;br /&gt;Quando te olho&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto sem ti é uma eternidade&lt;br /&gt;Uma eternidade contigo é um minuto&lt;br /&gt;Quero que dure mais&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me abraças as sombras afastam-se&lt;br /&gt;É perfeito o modo como me proteges&lt;br /&gt;O modo como me agarras&lt;br /&gt;O modo como sorris&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso é tudo&lt;br /&gt;E o teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te aqui mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Não quero que vás&lt;br /&gt;Podem não ser muitos os quilómetros&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas um metro parece meio mundo&lt;br /&gt;O que vale, é que apesar de estares aí&lt;br /&gt;E eu aqui...&lt;br /&gt;Te tenho no meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E nada te substitui.. Nunca!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diz-me que me amas mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me sorrir outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Porque é tudo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Quando te tenho aqui perto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-4397847574438627347?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/4397847574438627347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfeito-29052006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4397847574438627347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/4397847574438627347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/perfeito-29052006.html' title='Perfeito (29/05/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbgCHIgCOI/AAAAAAAAADo/hcysJJ9VT98/s72-c/023+-+Perfeito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-3199873006094515556</id><published>2009-04-28T11:50:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:28:29.597+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho Sem Destino (23/05/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfvGnTs4I/AAAAAAAAADg/bg9RlFqgJYA/s1600-h/022+-+Caminho+Sem+Destino.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329693209361888130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 256px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfvGnTs4I/AAAAAAAAADg/bg9RlFqgJYA/s320/022+-+Caminho+Sem+Destino.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Caminho não sei para onde&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Caminho nos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Caminho neles, pois as asas não voam mais&lt;br /&gt;Caminho infeliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto escrevo, penso...&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tenho confiança?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não tenho força?&lt;br /&gt;Nem em mim confio&lt;br /&gt;Tudo á minha volta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que acontece e acontecerá&lt;br /&gt;De tudo desconfio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fujo de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;qualquer simples passo,&lt;br /&gt;pode levar-me a sofrer mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Não suporto mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém é capaz de me ajudar&lt;br /&gt;Porque cada mão que me esticam&lt;br /&gt;Cada palavra que me dizem&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece frio para mim&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parece mais uma ratoeira&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo confiar em nada nem ninguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho não sei para onde&lt;br /&gt;Por minha causa...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mapa...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho nos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Ardem de tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;Caminhos neles, pois as asas não voam mais&lt;br /&gt;Quase já nem existem...&lt;br /&gt;Caminho infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Nada me consegue pôr feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Fugir daqui&lt;br /&gt;Por isso caminho,&lt;br /&gt;sem sitio para onde ir&lt;br /&gt;um sitio para ficar!&lt;br /&gt;Vou sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Algum dia vou ter de mudar&lt;br /&gt;Mas não consigo!&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo mais confiar&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo sequer pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que tudo temo&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que de tudo fujo&lt;br /&gt;Só sei que nada sei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confiança e a esperança&lt;br /&gt;As palavras-chave para a vida&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas que a tornam vida!&lt;br /&gt;E quem perde as duas?!&lt;br /&gt;O que faz?&lt;br /&gt;O que é que eu faço agora??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh deus, faz-me desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;Desta estrada que nada me diz&lt;br /&gt;Só terra, terra e mais terra...&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro água,&lt;br /&gt;não encontro serra...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo plano e escuro pela frente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminho não sei para onde&lt;br /&gt;Caminho sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Caminho nos meus pés&lt;br /&gt;Caminho neles, pois as asas não voam mais&lt;br /&gt;Caminho infeliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-3199873006094515556?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/3199873006094515556/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/caminho-sem-destino-23052006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3199873006094515556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/3199873006094515556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/caminho-sem-destino-23052006.html' title='Caminho Sem Destino (23/05/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfvGnTs4I/AAAAAAAAADg/bg9RlFqgJYA/s72-c/022+-+Caminho+Sem+Destino.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-8419501560905669161</id><published>2009-04-28T11:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:26:10.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Luz Da Estrela (22/05/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfeCrF8OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ShkSB_q3UdQ/s1600-h/021+-+Luz+da+Estrela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329692916246245602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfeCrF8OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ShkSB_q3UdQ/s320/021+-+Luz+da+Estrela.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olho pela janela&lt;br /&gt;Bem longe vejo uma rapariga&lt;br /&gt;Está a tentar voar&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o rosto&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos estão vermelhos&lt;br /&gt;De quem passa dias e dias&lt;br /&gt;A chorar, sem parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela tenta levantar-se&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo a impede&lt;br /&gt;Parece uma sombra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas de repente... Fica parada!&lt;br /&gt;Paralisada, a olhar para o céu escuro&lt;br /&gt;Algo a surpreendeu&lt;br /&gt;Algo a incentivou&lt;br /&gt;Algo fez a sua expressão mudar&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que foi a luz da estrela&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos começam a brilhar&lt;br /&gt;Fica com força para se levantar&lt;br /&gt;Não parando de olhar para o céu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que lhe fez lembrar o olhar&lt;br /&gt;O olhar de quem a fez sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de quem a esteve a apoiar&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que foi a luz da estrela&lt;br /&gt;Que lhe fez o coração cintilar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No canto da boca&lt;br /&gt;Observo um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Nada forçado...&lt;br /&gt;Pequeno ainda, porém, significativo&lt;br /&gt;E as asas, fortes de novo, brancas...&lt;br /&gt;E desaparece levada por uma luz...&lt;br /&gt;Uma luz que inspira alegria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou aqui agora&lt;br /&gt;Sentada a pensar&lt;br /&gt;E se não o dizem digo eu&lt;br /&gt;Que foi a luz da estrela&lt;br /&gt;Que a fez voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-8419501560905669161?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/8419501560905669161/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/luz-da-estrela-22052006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8419501560905669161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/8419501560905669161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/luz-da-estrela-22052006.html' title='Luz Da Estrela (22/05/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfeCrF8OI/AAAAAAAAADY/ShkSB_q3UdQ/s72-c/021+-+Luz+da+Estrela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8565109759079212343.post-1746520305548202224</id><published>2009-04-28T11:48:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:24:18.763+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudades (20/05/2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfO7KmT9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ibpwHoQneg/s1600-h/020+-+Saudades.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329692656532869074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfO7KmT9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ibpwHoQneg/s320/020+-+Saudades.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É alguém que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;Algo, pessoa que não sinto aqui&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de explicar o porquê&lt;br /&gt;De tanta vontade&lt;br /&gt;De tanta saudade&lt;br /&gt;De tanto desejo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ter tantas saudades&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que nunca toquei&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que um dia conhecerei&lt;br /&gt;De ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que a vida tem disto&lt;br /&gt;Apaixonamo-nos á distância&lt;br /&gt;Ou mesmo ao primeiro olhar&lt;br /&gt;É tudo tão confuso&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso é que o torna importante&lt;br /&gt;E diferente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor-próprio tinha desaparecido&lt;br /&gt;Engolido pela sombra&lt;br /&gt;Amor esse&lt;br /&gt;Que me impediu de confiar&lt;br /&gt;Mas á sempre alguém que muda tudo&lt;br /&gt;Que nos muda...&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro e por fora&lt;br /&gt;Pela alma e pelo corpo&lt;br /&gt;Tornamo-nos inseparáveis&lt;br /&gt;No presente...&lt;br /&gt;E no para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ter tantas saudades&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que nunca vi&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que nunca toquei&lt;br /&gt;De alguém que um dia conhecerei&lt;br /&gt;De ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar que este amor desconhecido se desenrole&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu damos resultado&lt;br /&gt;A distância vai desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Vou ter-te aqui&lt;br /&gt;E para sempre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8565109759079212343-1746520305548202224?l=nessyediary.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/feeds/1746520305548202224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudades-20052006.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1746520305548202224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8565109759079212343/posts/default/1746520305548202224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nessyediary.blogspot.com/2009/04/saudades-20052006.html' title='Saudades (20/05/2006)'/><author><name>Nessye</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17904914701724528759</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JYNIptOpB6o/TYTC4BzOFqI/AAAAAAAAAUU/xPETGhcJ-ZI/s220/001-1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wmx2WhcJkxY/SfbfO7KmT9I/AAAAAAAAADQ/6ibpwHoQneg/s72-c/020+-+Saudades.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
