<?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-1080790671371651393</id><updated>2011-11-26T19:31:05.546-08:00</updated><category term='tédio'/><category term='songs'/><category term='amor'/><category term='triste'/><category term='futuro'/><category term='eu lirico'/><title type='text'>Ecos do Confessionário</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-5502755465146936830</id><published>2010-04-05T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T22:02:23.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Maldição da Perfeição</title><content type='html'>Eu é que sei do quanto não importa ser perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Hey, não se preocupe  mais com isso&lt;br /&gt;Você sempre vai ser demais para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Alguém nunca  vai te merecer&lt;br /&gt;Alguém vai te dizer que nunca vai ter o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;E  que nunca vai ser o suficiente&lt;br /&gt;Pra que te possa fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;E  você percebe que tudo aquilo de admirável que você tem&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo a  beleza sublime do teu rosto, do teu corpo, da tua alma&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo  que invejam de você&lt;br /&gt;Não servirá nem pra você mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua  perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Se torna a maldição no final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-5502755465146936830?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/5502755465146936830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2010/04/maldicao-da-perfeicao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/5502755465146936830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/5502755465146936830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2010/04/maldicao-da-perfeicao.html' title='A Maldição da Perfeição'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3015025404583248269</id><published>2010-03-29T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T19:45:12.502-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ida e volta</title><content type='html'>A hipocrisia das pessoas é tão grande que basta você sumir, e elas desaparecem  da sua vida, é como se você tivesse conversado com uma maquina o tempo  todo, o que não deixa de ser verdade.&lt;div&gt;Cada um cria uma ideologia sobre você, pensa que te conhece, mas não sabem de absolutamente nada!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu quero ser uma poeira baixa agora. Longe do vento, e quieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Acho que estão mais interessados na minha roupa, no meu  corpo, do que na minha alma...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Andei me decepcionando tanto, que agora só me surpreendo com um câncer  ou com a volta de Cristo em 2012...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-3015025404583248269?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3015025404583248269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2010/03/ida-e-volta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3015025404583248269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3015025404583248269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2010/03/ida-e-volta.html' title='Ida e volta'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-4922245815247570212</id><published>2009-12-26T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T23:33:36.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gritava incessantemente na frente do espelho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Você tem medo de encarar. Culpa minha, culpa sua, culpa de ninguém. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você tá errado, eu to certo, sei de tudo e você de nada. Tua piada não tem mais graça do que a minha, tua desgraça não é pior do que a minha. Eu sou o pior e o melhor. Eu sou.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Você cala a boca, eu falo mais alto, você não sorri, eu sorrio melhor. Meu choro é o mais sentido, você é falso. Você é pobre, você é medroso, você não sabe amar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu sei que amo, tudo que há em mim. O mundo gira ao redor de mim mesmo. Tudo é meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;EU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomou a última dose, acendeu o último cigarro, ao som da última canção... e esperou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-4922245815247570212?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/4922245815247570212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/12/gritava-incessantemente-na-frente-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/4922245815247570212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;E te conduzo através do terreno&lt;br /&gt;E me ajude a compreender o melhor que eu puder&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém nos chama para seguir adiante&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém nos obriga a fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém fala e ninguém tenta&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém voa ao redor do sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto todos os dias você cai sobre meus olhos despertos&lt;br /&gt;Convidando e me incitando a subir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E através da janela na parede&lt;br /&gt;Entram agitando as asas da luz do sol&lt;br /&gt;Um milhão de brilhantes representantes da manhã&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém canta uma canção de ninar para mim&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém me faz fechar os olhos&lt;br /&gt;E então eu derrubo as janelas escancaradas&lt;br /&gt;E te chamo através do céu...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-547968248599784794?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7389578949345268242</id><published>2009-09-30T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T19:01:58.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Há uma nuvem tumultuada sobre as nossas cabeças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um vento soprando suave, num tempo nublado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há canção que nos faça dançar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há briza que paire de leve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há reflexão do meu rosto no espelho d'agua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No rio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As águas guiam o destino sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Rio de águas desiguais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Onde nada é o mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada permanece o mesmo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Há uma nuvem pesada, cansada sobre as nossas cabeças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se transforma todos os dias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7389578949345268242?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7389578949345268242/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-uma-nuvem-tumultuada-sobre-as-nossas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7389578949345268242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7389578949345268242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/ha-uma-nuvem-tumultuada-sobre-as-nossas.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-6799272732661824901</id><published>2009-09-25T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:52:10.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que não tenho todo o seu tempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que não temos todo o tempo do mundo para nós&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sou capaz de me contentar e te dar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tudo o que ha de bom em mim neste tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por menor que ele seja&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu penso tanto em você que é como se vc estivesse perto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E quando você esta perto de mim são compensados todos os segundos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-6799272732661824901?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/6799272732661824901/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade-apertando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6799272732661824901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6799272732661824901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/saudade-apertando.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-1216610350210587931</id><published>2009-09-22T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T18:50:15.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;Isso tem quebrado meu coração, isso tem me partido. Meu amor, a doença, minha febre em sonhos de delírios reais. Sinto o meu vazio, como o do teu apartamento, o quarto andar, o quarto, pela janela eu bati as asas, e você voou, pra longe... longe... muito longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1216610350210587931?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1216610350210587931/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/isso-tem-quebrado-meu-coracao-isso-tem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1216610350210587931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1216610350210587931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/isso-tem-quebrado-meu-coracao-isso-tem.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7795555046707968993</id><published>2009-09-17T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T18:50:56.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu acho que fiz o meu pássaro voar pra longe...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agitei as asas muito violentamente...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7795555046707968993?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7795555046707968993/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-acho-que-me-cansei.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7795555046707968993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7795555046707968993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-acho-que-me-cansei.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7997294464020738441</id><published>2009-09-05T06:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:12:42.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(128, 0, 128); font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px; "&gt;Tenho aprendido a controlar minha mania de criar expectativas precipitadas, e acreditar que nem tudo acontece na hora que eu quero, mas que a persistência e paciência são virtudes de quem cultiva seu bem mais precioso.&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo e o Amor alimentam todas as esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7997294464020738441?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7997294464020738441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7997294464020738441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7997294464020738441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-hope.html' title='I hope...'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-1860557314387675971</id><published>2009-08-08T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:24:43.011-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feel</title><content type='html'>Às vezes tenho medo da minha sensibilidade...&lt;div&gt;Ela pode me fazer mal, eu sei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ainda me questiono o fato de algo que um dia pode tão maravilhoso na vida, ser capaz de destruir completamente um ser humano, simplesmente por ser humano.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Traidores... quem são? Nós mesmos, será?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humanos sentem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem o que pensam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem o que pensam que sentem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sentem e pensam...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Daí, o que é real, e o que é ilusório?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Real é aquilo que diz ser real o meu sistema nervoso?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez sim, porque eu sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto, toco, cheito, me delicio com o gosto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque eu sinto o que penso, e se o que penso for ilusão, o que é real?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Absolutamente nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria algo que saciasse minha sede de infinito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria viver em ilusões...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ilusões são mágicas, tudo acontece da maneira que eu escolher.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Quero assim, e assim será."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria algo que matasse minhas saudades&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saudades sei lá de que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria um sossego pro meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sempre turbulento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja de amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seja de dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele nunca se aquieta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde que soube o que era sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto muito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto muito por sentir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sentir da forma que sinto é minha virtude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque tudo o que eu faço não pode ser pela metade, senão com toda força que há em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tudo que há eu dou, porque eu sinto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sinto tanto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós nunca saberemos o que acontecerá...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nós nunca saberemos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1860557314387675971?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1860557314387675971/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1860557314387675971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1860557314387675971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/08/feel.html' title='Feel'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3854313702171983362</id><published>2009-07-29T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T20:10:26.527-07:00</updated><title type='text'>this heart of mine (i pledge)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;h2 style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 2px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial; text-transform: lowercase; font-size: 16pt; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); letter-spacing: -1.2pt; font-style: italic; height: auto; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;Eu fico deitada acordada vendo seus ombros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Se movendo tão suave como sua respiração&lt;br /&gt;A cada respiração você está envelhecendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas isso não faz diferença se você está comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo te acordar com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo te abraçar quando você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu prometo te amar até que eu morra&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu morra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz da manhã estão nas suas pálpebras&lt;br /&gt;Uma beleza adormecida vestida no sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te acordar com um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te abraçar quando você chorar&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou te amar até que eu morra&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu morra&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu morra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nesse meu coração quando ele diz aos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que isso é beleza&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nesse meu coração quando ele diz à minha mente&lt;br /&gt;Que isso é razão&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nesse meu coração quando ele grita ao tempo&lt;br /&gt;Que isso é para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Eu acredito nesse meu coração quando ele diz aos céus&lt;br /&gt;Que essa é a face de Deus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico deitada acordada vendo seus ombros&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; line-height: 16px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;Pain Of Salvation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-3854313702171983362?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3854313702171983362/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-heart-of-mine-i-pledge.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3854313702171983362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3854313702171983362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-heart-of-mine-i-pledge.html' title='this heart of mine (i pledge)'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-2640935653478657349</id><published>2009-07-16T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:46:40.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nunca olhei teus olhos sem que me esquecesse naquele instante de mim e de tudo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-2640935653478657349?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/2640935653478657349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-olhei-teus-olhos-sem-que-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/2640935653478657349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/2640935653478657349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/nunca-olhei-teus-olhos-sem-que-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-8546801969625072396</id><published>2009-07-12T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T09:49:59.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Smile and tell me that you care, 'cause I'm scared now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você veio como um vento&lt;br /&gt;do qual não pude me defender...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my love...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-8546801969625072396?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/8546801969625072396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-and-tell-me-that-you-care-cause.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8546801969625072396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8546801969625072396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/07/smile-and-tell-me-that-you-care-cause.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3591606058104303461</id><published>2009-06-18T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T16:03:45.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doce Valsa Triste</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SjrG2O_PR5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TYN1Mpk8qQ8/s1600-h/anjfada_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 135px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SjrG2O_PR5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TYN1Mpk8qQ8/s200/anjfada_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348806142494459794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquela valsa triste...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu me atrevia a olhar mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu dançava com os olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria estar ali&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pois cada som, cada movimento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todos aqueles detalhes pareciam meus&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo ficou em silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aquela voz materna me disse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que o mundo não pesa mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do que a mão de uma criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A mão de uma criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se desenvolve como a valsa triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Doce valsa triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançe pequena criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dançe sozinha,aperte a si mesma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corra sozinha, encontre o fim do caminho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo não pesa mais que a tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chore, doce criança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chore alto, grite aos seus temores&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Teus olhos frios, medonhos, tão lindos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O mundo não pesa mais que a tua mão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-3591606058104303461?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3591606058104303461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/doce-valsa-triste.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3591606058104303461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3591606058104303461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/doce-valsa-triste.html' title='Doce Valsa Triste'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SjrG2O_PR5I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/TYN1Mpk8qQ8/s72-c/anjfada_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-8100641037046626561</id><published>2009-06-16T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:27:32.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mouth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;I Feel so low some days, And only I can taste, Resent security Obscuring all I see&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;In my mouth&lt;br /&gt;In my soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Only you provide these symptoms that I show I could go out in style &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;Go back from where I came But luck sees to us all And rarely plays the game&lt;br /&gt;In my mind&lt;br /&gt;In my mouth&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;Only you provide these symptoms that I show&lt;br /&gt;We've seen it all through many years of lonesome hell&lt;br /&gt;Back to a place where we all terminate, we terminate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CCCCCC;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:7;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:48px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[Paradise Lost]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I Feel so low some days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&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/1080790671371651393-8100641037046626561?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/8100641037046626561/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/mouth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8100641037046626561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SjcQIn2CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bGHiOuBzU9Q/s200/observadora_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347760822846384114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;"In thousand ways I love you And I hope you feel the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In thousand ways I love you Till my death do us apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm here for you and I'm dying for your love"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1849256662123241173?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1849256662123241173/comments/default' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SjcQIn2CZ_I/AAAAAAAAAKI/bGHiOuBzU9Q/s72-c/observadora_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-4810670186853424807</id><published>2009-06-15T08:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:02:06.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Todo os gritos&lt;div&gt;No ar vão sumindo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Se tornam silêncio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-4810670186853424807?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/4810670186853424807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-os-gritos-no-ar-vao-sumindo-se.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/4810670186853424807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/4810670186853424807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/todo-os-gritos-no-ar-vao-sumindo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-6843424188556048318</id><published>2009-06-15T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:05:31.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Espelhos da alma!&lt;div&gt;Dizem que o mundo pesa mais do que a mão de uma criança.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-6843424188556048318?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/6843424188556048318/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/espelhos-da-alma-dizem-que-o-mundo-pesa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6843424188556048318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6843424188556048318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/espelhos-da-alma-dizem-que-o-mundo-pesa.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-8027920271278780583</id><published>2009-06-15T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:37:04.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A escuridão e a luz correm em meio ao silêncio&lt;div&gt;então se desvanece pouco a pouco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;como um rio que transborda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e extravasa derrubando meu epírito&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;esse tumulto errante de águas desiguais&lt;div&gt;A tristeza encheu a noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;atravessou meu dia a melancolia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e entardece meu tormento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já era tempo de mudar o caminho.&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/1080790671371651393-8027920271278780583?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/8027920271278780583/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/escuridao-e-luz-correm-em-meio-ao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8027920271278780583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8027920271278780583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/escuridao-e-luz-correm-em-meio-ao.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-2505293818901631807</id><published>2009-06-15T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T08:21:44.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Eu quero te trazer a doce felicidade&lt;div&gt;Trazer o teu coração ao conforto do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mandar pra longe as tristes lembranças do teu passado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E trazer a felicidade por todos os teus dias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao lado meu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero te contagiar com a euforia do meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te empreguinar de todo amor que há em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E te mostrar que nas escolhas dessa vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escolhi ficar ao teu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É o que mais quero nesse mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;Just one kiss and I'm alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;One kiss and I'm ready to die..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 16px;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);   line-height: normal; font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;table id="texttable" style="width: 1006px; "&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td class="almost_half_cell" style="max-width: 400px; width: 487px; "&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr" style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/normal monospace; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;[I had one night so today's turbulent]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="result_box" dir="ltr" style="font: normal normal normal 12pt/normal monospace; padding-top: 3px; padding-bottom: 3px; text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="clir" style="margin-top: 18px; text-align: left; visibility: hidden; "&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="submitcell" style="padding-top: 4px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-size: smaller; vertical-align: top; "&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-2505293818901631807?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/2505293818901631807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-quero-te-trazer-doce-felicidade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/2505293818901631807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/2505293818901631807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-quero-te-trazer-doce-felicidade.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-1404260379544684978</id><published>2009-06-13T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T09:16:22.834-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Ela não esperaria tanto&lt;br /&gt;Se o mesmo tanto ela não o quisesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperança, persistência, paciência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele coração transbordante&lt;br /&gt;Ela pensa que somente o seu próprio coração&lt;br /&gt;tem mais amor para dá-lo&lt;br /&gt;do que o coração das outras&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele sorriso mais compreensivo&lt;br /&gt;Ela espera por ele&lt;br /&gt;Espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, como amo-o!" Ela diz pra si mesma&lt;br /&gt;Como se essas palavras fossem um eco do seu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;Uma resposta às interrogações mudas de todos os seus temores&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, como amo-o..."&lt;br /&gt;Ela espera, enlaçada pela ternura&lt;br /&gt;Ansiosa pelo calor dos braços do nobre ser amado&lt;br /&gt;A cada dia ele passa ser mais bonito aos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ela não quer procurar essa beleza em nenhuma outra coisa,&lt;br /&gt;em nenhuma outra parte desse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Porque a beleza vem de dentro dele&lt;br /&gt;E extravaza pelos seus poros,&lt;br /&gt;Tornando-o magnificamente lindo&lt;br /&gt;Magnificamente lindo&lt;br /&gt;Ele ainda não sabe&lt;br /&gt;O quanto ela ama seus olhos, seus vestigios, suas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Ele saberá&lt;br /&gt;Porque é impossível negar, a voz e as expressões do rosto hão de tê-lo dito melhor do que as palavras dela.&lt;br /&gt;A esperança desse amor é para ela toda a felicidade de amanhã&lt;br /&gt;E ama-lo profundamente, para ela&lt;br /&gt;é o melhor estado da alma humana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;[Utópico? Eu não acho, basta esperar.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero por ele&lt;br /&gt;Espero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1404260379544684978?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1404260379544684978/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-quer-quer-ela-nao-esperaria-tanto.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1404260379544684978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1404260379544684978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/ela-quer-quer-ela-nao-esperaria-tanto.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-6348994467608545439</id><published>2009-06-11T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:44:03.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-size: 12px; "&gt;Eu tinha prometido não ficar em silêncio&lt;br /&gt;não perder o contato, não deixar de fazer parte da vidas das pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;e promessas não honradas pra mim são algo muito grave.&lt;br /&gt;eu tinha prometido não me tornar uma estranha alguém que mal diz oi,&lt;br /&gt;ou que não conta as coisas com a mesma disposição de outrora.&lt;br /&gt;Falhei em tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não falhei em reconhecer a própria falha&lt;br /&gt;E de escolher os meios certos pra gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria acertar todos os minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Mas insisto em marcar meus compromissos por relógios desajustados&lt;br /&gt;Só quero vir aqui e dizer tudo que eu dizia antes.&lt;br /&gt;Que me cansei da luta&lt;br /&gt;E que tenho no coração ainda o melhor que cada um me deu.&lt;br /&gt;Não posso apontar responsáveis se sequer existem culpas&lt;br /&gt;Assim como julgamentos não existem sem erros ou réus&lt;br /&gt;Posso apenas dizer que o caminho nem sempre é tão claro&lt;br /&gt;E que ainda me perco em curvas sinuosas de estradas que não ouso percorrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-6348994467608545439?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/6348994467608545439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-tinha-prometido-nao-ficar-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6348994467608545439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/6348994467608545439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-tinha-prometido-nao-ficar-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-1450335921481143008</id><published>2009-05-06T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T22:15:11.499-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ninguém disse que seria fácil...&lt;div&gt;Disso eu nunca me esqueci...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É bom sentir frio na barriga de vez enquando!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1450335921481143008?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1450335921481143008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ninguem-disse-que-seria-facil.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1450335921481143008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1450335921481143008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/05/ninguem-disse-que-seria-facil.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-5074775192018475815</id><published>2009-04-30T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:17:34.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pés descuidados, não tem ritmo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo jamais poderá reparar&lt;br /&gt;Os sussurros descuidados de um bom amigo&lt;br /&gt;Para o coração e a mente&lt;br /&gt;A ignorância é bondosa&lt;br /&gt;Não há consolo na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Dor, é tudo que se encontra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Embora seja fácil fingir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu sei que você não é um tolo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sinto-me tão insegura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em não segurar tua mão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu devo ser mais cuidadosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pra que eu possa dançar esta noite com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A música perece tão alta&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria que fôssemos para longe desta multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas talvez seja melhor assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 11px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;(Careless Whisper, adaptação)&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/1080790671371651393-5074775192018475815?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/5074775192018475815/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/pes-descuidados-nao-tem-ritmo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/5074775192018475815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/5074775192018475815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/pes-descuidados-nao-tem-ritmo.html' title='Pés descuidados, não tem ritmo...'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3474109686914785344</id><published>2009-04-29T23:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T20:52:35.382-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A sua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;A melodia doce do seu vocabulário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;É luz que entra pelas arestas de minha janela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Bem assim como o Sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Me santifica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Como um Anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Que me faz voar eternamente alto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Pudera eu reinar como a luz em seus braços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Castos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Arder como a luz em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Claros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Feixes suaves de luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Que dão a vida aos meus lugares escuros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;Após tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255)"&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="OLE_LINK3"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK4"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;A minha canção será teu tom exato,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt; &lt;br /&gt;Pra fazer da nossa voz uma só nota&lt;br /&gt;E o coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="COLOR: rgb(255,255,255);font-family:georgia;" &gt;Após tanto tempo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK7"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK6"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK5"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bookmark: OLE_LINK1"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Monotype Corsiva'"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-3474109686914785344?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3474109686914785344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sua-voz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3474109686914785344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3474109686914785344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sua-voz.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3122213730614240294</id><published>2009-04-14T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:51:15.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentido</title><content type='html'>Tudo normal...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora tudo seja aparentemente igual, não é igual!&lt;br /&gt;Nem mesmo o ar que respiro é o mesmo.&lt;div&gt;O estalar dos dedos de hoje não foram iguais aos de ontem, embora eu tenha feito a mesma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Então estou vivendo um dia,como aquele mesmo dia que foi totalmente diferente do dia anterior, embora ele seja incrivelmente igual à ele...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E assim será o próximo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os próximos..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se aproximam iguais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aparentemente diferentes...&lt;/div&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/1080790671371651393-3122213730614240294?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3122213730614240294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentido.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3122213730614240294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3122213730614240294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/sentido.html' title='Sentido'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7880638716830755225</id><published>2009-04-09T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:53:25.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Epitáfio</title><content type='html'>Ficar se lamentando, chorando pra paredes, se perguntando o porquê de tudo, o pra quê das coisas que nem sempre têm explicação.&lt;div&gt;Isso já encheu o saco, e não estou mais com paciência pras lamúrias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sentimentalismo barato já ultrapassou a minha garganta, e estou prestes a vomitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alguns desejos só aparecem nos epitáfios, sempre de forma nostálgica e lamentadora &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eu devia ter"... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chega de viver a vida sem se aproximar dos extremos, ficando sempre ansiando, ou  apenas proclamando o seguro caminho do meio, evitando qualquer risco de transbordamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Já que estou de saco cheio pra tudo isso, da pura mediocridade, convicções superficiais, posturas insólidas, decisões mal tomaras, refreadas, coisas indefinidas e dissimuladas dessas certezas medíocres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu sei que sou capaz de romper com meus próprios contornos, e olhar possibilidades de todos os ângulos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não sou uma observadora? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho uma cérebro? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma cabeça pensante? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso  vai além de um rosto bonito, e é o que mais me importa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;" Eu sei por que motivo o meio-termo não é seguido: o homem inteligente ultrapassa-o, o imbecil fica aquém". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;                    Confúncio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(200, 179, 168);  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 6px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 6px; font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 32px; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;" Devia ter amado mais.Ter chorado mais.Ter visto o sol nascer. Devia ter me arriscado mais,e até errado mais.Ter feito o que eu queria fazer.Queria ter aceitado, as pessoas como elas são.Cada um sabe a alegria,e a dor que traz no coração.O acaso vai me proteger...Enquanto eu andar distraído...Devia ter complicado menos,e trabalhado menos, Ter visto o sol se por...Devia ter me importado menos,com problemas pequenos...Ter morrido de amor!Queria ter aceitado a vida como ela é,A cada um cabe alegrias,e a tristeza que vier."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7880638716830755225?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7880638716830755225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficar-se-lamentando-chorando-pra.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7880638716830755225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7880638716830755225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/ficar-se-lamentando-chorando-pra.html' title='Epitáfio'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7724319778473739559</id><published>2009-04-09T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T00:19:26.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;As cores se tornaram mórbidas, pois as cores foram feitas para vida como as folhas foram feitas para o vento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/Sd6qpaqJ9HI/AAAAAAAAAIY/iygq71js_do/s1600-h/gtrf.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não consigo ser alegre o tempo inteiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7724319778473739559?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7724319778473739559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-cores-se-tornaram-morbidas-pois-as.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7724319778473739559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7724319778473739559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-cores-se-tornaram-morbidas-pois-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-1630182505281914377</id><published>2009-04-05T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T10:54:34.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Metamorfose</title><content type='html'>Quem espera sempre alcança?&lt;div&gt;A pressa é inimiga da perfeição?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A vingança tarda, mas não falha?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cada um sabe onde aperta seu sapato?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deus ajuda quem cedo madruga?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O silêncio vale ouro?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem não deve não teme?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vaso ruim não quebra?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cão que ladra não morde?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal pai, tal filho?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quem viver, viverá?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O hábito faz o monge?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdido por um, perdido por cem?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agua mole em pedra dura,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto bate, até que fura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;Duvidemos um pouco...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ninguém aprende a viver pela experiência alheia, a vida seria ainda mais triste se ao começarmos a viver, já soubéssemos que viveríamos apenas para renovar a dor dos que viveram antes. Pois bem, ter experimentado muitas coisas, ainda não quer dizer que se tem experiência.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;"Eu prefiro ser essa metamorfose ambulante", do que ser refém de muitas coisas e exageradas. certezas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Mais vale um pássaro na mão do que dois voando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Melhor ficar livre, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Leve e solto como Mário Quintana:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192); "&gt;Todos esses que aí estão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Atravancando meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Eles passarão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Eu passarinho!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;                 (Poeminha do contra)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1630182505281914377?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1630182505281914377/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/metamorfose-ambulante.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Quero viver em uma casa de madeira enquanto aprendo a dizer adeus, porque eu quero voar, e nunca mais descer, viver onde o Sol surge, onde não há escuridão que tire do meu alcançe o campo de visão. Quero ser salva das ondas contra as quais eu tentei nadar, estar em meu lugar, sangrar quando atirarem na maçã sobre a minha cabeça.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero saltar quando a ponte se quebrar e que procurem por mim quando eu estiver perdida entre as ordens que eu não posso mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser parte da cura...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;Ou parte da doença...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Há alguém lá fora que está perdido, magoado e solitário também. E outros que estão sangrando todas as suas cores em uma só. E se você sofrer como se você tivesse sido ferido por alguma catapulta que te atirou, você se pergunta se sua chance chegará algum dia ou se você está de volta à estaca zero?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1080790671371651393-7358539769720835245?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7358539769720835245/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/primeira-linha-da-ultima-pagina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7358539769720835245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/7358539769720835245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/primeira-linha-da-ultima-pagina.html' title='A primeira linha da última página'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-3672118836056085589</id><published>2009-04-01T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-05T22:47:57.003-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='songs'/><title type='text'>Perdido com Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdRlVoNSoYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h1OTfQo1lBk/s1600-h/shout28_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdRlVoNSoYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h1OTfQo1lBk/s320/shout28_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319988482076221826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;u estava gastando o meu tempo mau-humorado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu fui pego em um caldeirão de ódio, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu senti atormentado e paralisado, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Eu pensei que qualquer coisa poderia esperar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Enquanto você está desperdiçando tempo em seus inimigos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mergulhado em uma febre de rancor, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Além de seu campo de visão, a realidade vai desaparecendo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Como sombras na noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Para você se martirizar para advertir, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Nao vai ajudar em nada, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Porque não haverá segurança em números, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Quando o correto sair pela porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Você pode ver seus dias atrapalhados pela escuridão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;É verdade que você bate com os seus punhos no chão? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Preso em um mundo de isolação, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Enquanto a hera cresce em sua porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; Então eu abri minha porta para meus inimigos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;E eu pergunto se nós podemos limpar a lousa, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mas eles me pediram para fazer o favor de me arruinar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Você sabe, você apenas não pode vencer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;É isto pra mim hoje, não há mais nada a dizer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;esta letra é do meu amado Pink Floyd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-3672118836056085589?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/3672118836056085589/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdido-com-palavras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3672118836056085589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/3672118836056085589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/04/perdido-com-palavras.html' title='Perdido com Palavras'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdRlVoNSoYI/AAAAAAAAAHk/h1OTfQo1lBk/s72-c/shout28_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-7138449765552850211</id><published>2009-03-30T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T20:39:19.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas cabe somente à mim fazer com que algo aconteça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-7138449765552850211?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/7138449765552850211/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/mas-cabe-somente-mim-fazer-com-que-algo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='futuro'/><title type='text'>Sobre tanta coisa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdGLXTdoNiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Vfhnhl2Zj18/s1600-h/42614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdGLXTdoNiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Vfhnhl2Zj18/s320/42614.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319185867379062306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de um rumo novo...&lt;br /&gt;mas não queria um rumo qualquer pra minha vida, como um daqueles planos não feitos, aquelas promessas que não são cumpridas, apenas ditas por palavras fáceis, aqueles ideais que nunca foram alcançados, há tanta coisa que eu já disse e não fiz, planejei e nunca saiu do papel, da minha cabeça, da vontade sem ação. Tanta coisa que esperei acontecer, mas só esperei. Queria um rumo daqueles que sei que chegarei até o fim, lúcida, sábia por aprender coisas importantes da vida, tendo uma boa aula de experiência com meus erros e quedas, fracassos que me façam pensar em mim, e tentar agir novamente, com a utópica perfeição que não usei quando fiz da primeira vez. Acertar.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E que no final eu chegue feliz por ter dedicado parte do meu tempo para que algo na minha vida fosse concluído.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca deixei de ser uma grande sonhadora.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava quando criança,  mas sonhava tudo sozinha, não contava à ninguém. Sonhos morriam, e nasciam outros, e mais outros, alguns até que eu não me importavam tanto assim, também houveram mais outros no qual eu ainda cresci com eles. Mais outros que nasceram da moça tímida de olhos grandes, e outros que ficaram pra traz junto à ela.&lt;br /&gt;De sonho em sonho, outros chegaram até a mim, tenho desejos acumulados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria que explodissem pelo meu céu, que pairassem como uma briza sobre a minha cabeça, me trouxessem uma nova esperança, esta me falta.&lt;br /&gt;Falta sol, falta vida, falta mais coragem...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um pouco mais de felicidade, daquelas bem sinceras, que me faça dar bom dia pra vida, bom dia pro dia, como um dia eu fiz.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu queria tirar os meus sonhos da vitrine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-1464745275569589346?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/1464745275569589346/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sobre-tanta-coisa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1464745275569589346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/1464745275569589346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/sobre-tanta-coisa.html' title='Sobre tanta coisa'/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/SdGLXTdoNiI/AAAAAAAAAGc/Vfhnhl2Zj18/s72-c/42614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-8810067130858360812</id><published>2009-03-26T16:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T23:39:17.251-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eu lirico'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='triste'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se eu pudesse ser quem você gostaria o tempo todo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isto me desgasta, isto me desgasta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mas não posso evitar o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);   line-height: 16px;font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu poderia explodir através do teto se eu simplesmente me virar e correr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1080790671371651393-8810067130858360812?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/8810067130858360812/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-pudesse-ser-quem-voce-gostaria-o.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8810067130858360812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/8810067130858360812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/se-eu-pudesse-ser-quem-voce-gostaria-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1080790671371651393.post-4180730661097009275</id><published>2009-03-25T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T19:10:30.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='amor'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Para alguns, o amor é triste&lt;br /&gt;Para outros, o amor nem sequer existe&lt;br /&gt;Para outros ainda, o dinheiro compra até amor verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu prefiro acreditar nas palavras que dizem&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo quando não houver mais fé nem esperança&lt;br /&gt;O amor continuará resplandecendo no universo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="line-height: 16px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;"Trecho de Nina Becker"&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/1080790671371651393-4180730661097009275?l=sralu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/feeds/4180730661097009275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-alguns-o-amor-e-triste-para-outros.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/4180730661097009275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1080790671371651393/posts/default/4180730661097009275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sralu.blogspot.com/2009/03/para-alguns-o-amor-e-triste-para-outros.html' title=''/><author><name>Lu Escarbe</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02897046028504116057</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MsLQgLhgFzo/TPsR6txfF7I/AAAAAAAAANI/X0YcVkrIT_A/S220/IMG1193-01.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
