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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--_QPR6DJ9Qg/TY1zsQ0WiJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hB4s_LPKaYg/s1600/lagrima.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="235" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--_QPR6DJ9Qg/TY1zsQ0WiJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hB4s_LPKaYg/s320/lagrima.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;doe meu peito,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque tanta dor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de onde surgiu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como chegou aos meus olhos essa dor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o vento me responde...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é ele mesmo que traz a dor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é ele que traz ela pra junto de mim,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pra junto de meu coração....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;porque me fazer sofrer?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sentes prazer em ver meu sangue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;em ver minha aflição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha dor sai pelos olhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha dor sai pelos meus punhos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;minha dor sai pelo meu sangue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;será que um dia esta dor vai me deixar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-6961278641979910039?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/6961278641979910039/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=6961278641979910039&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6961278641979910039?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6961278641979910039?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2011/03/tranen.html" title="Tränen" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/--_QPR6DJ9Qg/TY1zsQ0WiJI/AAAAAAAAAL4/hB4s_LPKaYg/s72-c/lagrima.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQFQHozfyp7ImA9Wx5aEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-6743747003808160956</id><published>2010-06-16T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T18:11:51.487-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T18:11:51.487-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Minä</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/kantynhuhdababii.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1236960805/Sei-que-nunca-terei-o-que-procuro.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" src="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/kantynhuhdababii.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1236960805/Sei-que-nunca-terei-o-que-procuro.png" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 233px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 311px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://static.blogstorage.hi-pi.com/photos/kantynhuhdababii.spaceblog.com.br/images/gd/1236960805/Sei-que-nunca-terei-o-que-procuro.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quandos as sombras da noite se aproximam&lt;br /&gt;
eu finalmente posso ver,&lt;br /&gt;
o que o dia me escondeu.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A beleza da sua alva pele ao lua,&lt;br /&gt;
o brilho do seus olhos a me olhar,&lt;br /&gt;
sua rubra boca a desejar.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
E saber q mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;
terei que dizer...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Goodbye&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/2333945428890795800-6743747003808160956?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/6743747003808160956/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=6743747003808160956&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6743747003808160956?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6743747003808160956?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2010/06/mina.html" title="Minä" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ERH0-eCp7ImA9WxFVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-3301440422258117584</id><published>2010-02-17T06:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:48:25.350-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T19:48:25.350-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Kontakt</title><content type="html">&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/S3wDH_buuAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FNxurxzzuqM/s1600-h/toque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439225885778425858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/S3wDH_buuAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FNxurxzzuqM/s320/toque.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;ah! como posso me deleitar com teu sangue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com tua presensa,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se nem sei o gosto que eles tem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imploro pelo saber mais me negas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o mais valioso tesouro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para minha´lma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me nega?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo não ser digna de ter você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me nega seu toque, seu amor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero pela honra de sua presença essa noite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em meu braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um sonho que um dia sonhei ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-3301440422258117584?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/3301440422258117584/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=3301440422258117584&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3301440422258117584?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3301440422258117584?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2010/02/kontakt.html" title="Kontakt" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/S3wDH_buuAI/AAAAAAAAAEk/FNxurxzzuqM/s72-c/toque.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0AHRXkyeyp7ImA9WxNVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-4524708477794731837</id><published>2009-10-27T17:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:28:54.793-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-27T17:28:54.793-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Thomas um ser diferente, porém normal</title><content type="html">&lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" http-equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 12" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;/meta&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFOX%7E1.USE%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFOX%7E1.USE%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_themedata.thmx" rel="themeData"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CFOX%7E1.USE%5CCONFIG%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtmlclip1%5C01%5Cclip_colorschememapping.xml" rel="colorSchemeMapping"&gt;&lt;/link&gt;&lt;style&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thomas vive fora de seu habitat natural, acredita que nasceu no país errado...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Não gosta do português, não se identifica com seus vizinhos, ouve pouca música nacional, gosta de chuva&amp;nbsp; e odeia calor...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anda com um falso sorriso na face. Quer ser aceito em uma sociedade que menospreza e não atenta ao seu esperançoso olhar. Seus olhos mentem a todos. Seu olhar oculta uma alma repleta de dor, angústia e incerteza. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thomas não parece tão estranho agora, afinal, são 6 bilhões, 470 milhões, 818 mil, 671 de almas que buscam o impossível....&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"&gt;FELICIDADE!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Thomas é um personagem que surgiu da minha mente aos 17 anos, e que hora ou outra insiste em ressuscitar na minha memória, Thomas é jovem, de dupla personalidade, cheio de questões e grande questionador do mundo. Um sonhador sem destino &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-4524708477794731837?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/4524708477794731837/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=4524708477794731837&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/4524708477794731837?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/4524708477794731837?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2009/10/thomas-um-ser-diferente-porem-normal.html" title="Thomas um ser diferente, porém normal" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SueQAycTUjI/AAAAAAAACd4/RDL1eKR3HOY/s72-c/edie+pb.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8NR344fCp7ImA9WxJUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-2474385621510379759</id><published>2009-07-12T19:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:41:36.034-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T19:41:36.034-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Distância</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SlqerAeIsnI/AAAAAAAACK8/C86V1_OM3AY/s1600-h/distancia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SlqerAeIsnI/AAAAAAAACK8/C86V1_OM3AY/s320/distancia.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357769168408588914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maldita e infinita distância que separa dois corações que só querem se encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Maldita e impetuosa distância que parece não ter fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Infinita a afasta de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Intolerante, nefasta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Leva-me o olhar de minha amada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Deixa-me perdido, sem esperanças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paredes rochosas, impetuoso mar que beira infinitos abismos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Todos... a afastam de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-2474385621510379759?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/2474385621510379759/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=2474385621510379759&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2474385621510379759?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2474385621510379759?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2009/07/maldita-e-infinita-distancia-que-se.html" title="Distância" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SlqerAeIsnI/AAAAAAAACK8/C86V1_OM3AY/s72-c/distancia.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ASXo_eip7ImA9WxFVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-3709368529020431468</id><published>2009-04-09T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:49:08.442-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T19:49:08.442-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Heart</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd65RUoQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/640BHqJQGok/s1600-h/ATgAAAAQWszl0K_y_isLLjWepaWxpxlEUWOOHTLrW-o8mhBp40UuZRnhvNjcG7KhSI114DApVDU2lRXG5W5AkJlBG39VAJtU9VBNqIr0ZYVbGJR3UgsVoKiItXDD6A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd65RUoQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/640BHqJQGok/s320/ATgAAAAQWszl0K_y_isLLjWepaWxpxlEUWOOHTLrW-o8mhBp40UuZRnhvNjcG7KhSI114DApVDU2lRXG5W5AkJlBG39VAJtU9VBNqIr0ZYVbGJR3UgsVoKiItXDD6A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322895516845007874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Ser infiel é maldito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;entre tantos escolhestes aqueles que não pode ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;porque logo o ser das trevas tu queres ter?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Amor amaldiçoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;pelas trevas e pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;amaldiçoado por aquele que sente dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;dor de tocar e não sentir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;seus olhos não são como os humanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;que eu posso olhar e descobri todas as mentiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tu és aquele que nenhum consegue interpretar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tu és aquele que ninguém tem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;tu és meu dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Aquele que obedeço sem saber o porque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;sem questionar seus motivos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;e mesmo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;questionando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt; não obtenho respostas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;Maldito seja meu dono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;que se chama coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-3709368529020431468?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/3709368529020431468/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=3709368529020431468&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3709368529020431468?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3709368529020431468?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2009/04/heart.html" title="Heart" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd65RUoQ5AI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/640BHqJQGok/s72-c/ATgAAAAQWszl0K_y_isLLjWepaWxpxlEUWOOHTLrW-o8mhBp40UuZRnhvNjcG7KhSI114DApVDU2lRXG5W5AkJlBG39VAJtU9VBNqIr0ZYVbGJR3UgsVoKiItXDD6A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4ASXo_eip7ImA9WxFVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-8757548530225236372</id><published>2009-02-26T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:49:08.442-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T19:49:08.442-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Mente Insana</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd66b0_VA8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eOLWdHQrloQ/s1600-h/ATgAAACYPqEWs0DDQSdfK1yDNF8falXsv2zPEPJsZBYe_WKWst_ZY3HfcZL7JYaCAg4I02SUp_kHieJ9okgOrdHMAVWrAJtU9VC2sExhrHhw3HWq3zuMBskIeu5z_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 225px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd66b0_VA8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eOLWdHQrloQ/s320/ATgAAACYPqEWs0DDQSdfK1yDNF8falXsv2zPEPJsZBYe_WKWst_ZY3HfcZL7JYaCAg4I02SUp_kHieJ9okgOrdHMAVWrAJtU9VC2sExhrHhw3HWq3zuMBskIeu5z_A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322896796842001346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Noites sem sonhos de minha mente insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Em busca de calidos desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Nesse mundo de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Sonhos que se tornam pesadelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Belas paisagens que se tornam cenas de guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Cantos de passaros que se tornam desafinadas sinfonias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Belas pinturas que se tornam borrões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"&gt;Em poucos instantes nesta mente insana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-8757548530225236372?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/8757548530225236372/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=8757548530225236372&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8757548530225236372?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8757548530225236372?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2009/02/mente-insana.html" title="Mente Insana" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/Sd66b0_VA8I/AAAAAAAAAEY/eOLWdHQrloQ/s72-c/ATgAAACYPqEWs0DDQSdfK1yDNF8falXsv2zPEPJsZBYe_WKWst_ZY3HfcZL7JYaCAg4I02SUp_kHieJ9okgOrdHMAVWrAJtU9VC2sExhrHhw3HWq3zuMBskIeu5z_A.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CRns9fip7ImA9WxFVF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-8754476011878459804</id><published>2008-10-30T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:49:27.566-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-16T19:49:27.566-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Freund</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SQp6Idb-u9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qb0kPqw1EmQ/s1600-h/epona.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Estas nos meus caminhos a me guiar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Com suas mãos e seus passos firmes e sinceros,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Sem a angustia da incerteza, sem medo de amar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Amar o meu ser como amo o seu, &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Apenas como complementos de nossas almas,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;E juntos continuamos a eterna buscar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Por nossos eternos complementos...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;i style=""&gt;Nossas almas gêmeas.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-8754476011878459804?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/8754476011878459804/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=8754476011878459804&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8754476011878459804?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8754476011878459804?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/10/freund.html" title="Freund" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SQp6Idb-u9I/AAAAAAAAAC8/Qb0kPqw1EmQ/s72-c/epona.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUQBQHc7cSp7ImA9WxRWE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-7063192924181484509</id><published>2008-10-29T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T13:49:11.909-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-10-29T13:49:11.909-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Traga-me....</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try 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style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Afaste de mim esse sofrer&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iluda-me, deixe me sonhar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não desejo despertar...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois em meus sonhos eu posso ti ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Caso eu desperte...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que sentes o mesmo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me que nosso esforço não foi a esmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Afastaremos todo mal, dor e distância...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Compartilharemos forças e esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;Juntos, desejaremos viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;O mundo não pode mais nos separar.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traga-me força&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traga-me a essência do viver&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva a minha alma&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;A cada dia necessito mais de você!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNhaYWYdF8I/AAAAAAAAACk/1qkjj14LmZ8/s1600-h/536306231_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNhaYWYdF8I/AAAAAAAAACk/1qkjj14LmZ8/s320/536306231_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249044740071823298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monstro&lt;/span&gt; que jaz&lt;br /&gt;Dentro das sombras de minha´&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Preso pelas correntes da libido,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas forças da sociedade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Lutando&lt;/span&gt; a cada dia para se libertar&lt;br /&gt;E poder viver o prazer de ser livre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais que sonhar.&lt;br /&gt;Com sua liberdade&lt;br /&gt;Sem correntes impostas,&lt;br /&gt;Correntes feitas de Orgulho e Pena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de meu corpo estar preso,&lt;br /&gt;minha alma é livre.&lt;br /&gt;Vaga e anda por onde quer,&lt;br /&gt;Vai a lugares que num irei,&lt;br /&gt;Vê pessoas que nunca verei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração puro e indomado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sobrepõem&lt;/span&gt; qualquer barreira física,&lt;br /&gt;do bem e do mal.&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/2333945428890795800-9079230071871134719?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNhaYWYdF8I/AAAAAAAAACk/1qkjj14LmZ8/s72-c/536306231_small.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSXw5eyp7ImA9WxRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-3158131076847765903</id><published>2008-09-20T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:55:58.223-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T08:55:58.223-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Sol</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXUFhGI8VI/AAAAAAAAACY/CaxNZoaoGfM/s1600-h/ATgAAABoJ5O0T8C0bJpRm1GmIaoi1p9u_u7EAbCOiVvj345M_zIx4N_vIcImzVf9AbU8BlfWmGfFnSoG9gRe3ttb1SVgAJtU9VBRzjAex3am8Oq58cJwOjtNwjNc0Q.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXUFhGI8VI/AAAAAAAAACY/CaxNZoaoGfM/s320/ATgAAABoJ5O0T8C0bJpRm1GmIaoi1p9u_u7EAbCOiVvj345M_zIx4N_vIcImzVf9AbU8BlfWmGfFnSoG9gRe3ttb1SVgAJtU9VBRzjAex3am8Oq58cJwOjtNwjNc0Q.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248334132018737490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic; font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Sol eterno,&lt;br /&gt;de luz e esplendor,&lt;br /&gt;traz a Terra,&lt;br /&gt;vida e rancor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Amado por muitos ,&lt;br /&gt;odiado por poucos,&lt;br /&gt;sois &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;símbolo&lt;/span&gt; de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;grandeza&lt;/span&gt; e esplendor,&lt;br /&gt;sois nobre e gentil,&lt;br /&gt;mais tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;és&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;implacável&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cega e queima,&lt;br /&gt;todos aqueles que ousarem&lt;br /&gt;encarar a tua majestosa presença.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sois tão &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;onipresente&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;quanto a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;única&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;certeza&lt;/span&gt; de um humano,&lt;br /&gt;a Morte...&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/2333945428890795800-3158131076847765903?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/3158131076847765903/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=3158131076847765903&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3158131076847765903?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3158131076847765903?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/09/sol-eterno-de-luz-e-esplendor-traz.html" title="Sol" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXUFhGI8VI/AAAAAAAAACY/CaxNZoaoGfM/s72-c/ATgAAABoJ5O0T8C0bJpRm1GmIaoi1p9u_u7EAbCOiVvj345M_zIx4N_vIcImzVf9AbU8BlfWmGfFnSoG9gRe3ttb1SVgAJtU9VBRzjAex3am8Oq58cJwOjtNwjNc0Q.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSXw5fCp7ImA9WxRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-5477274788751947287</id><published>2008-09-20T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Escolhas</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXSuEzPgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yMGtUXligZk/s1600-h/crian%C3%A7a+chorando+sangue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXSuEzPgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yMGtUXligZk/s320/crian%C3%A7a+chorando+sangue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248332629774663794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assombrado&lt;/span&gt; por te uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;existência&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Sou culpado de meu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;maior&lt;/span&gt; pecado,&lt;br /&gt;Sou culpado de quer vir pra terra e sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;inevitável&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;impalpavel&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;intangível&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofro pela minha escolha,&lt;br /&gt;Sofro pelo meu viver,&lt;br /&gt;Sofro pelo viver daqueles que escolheram não viver,&lt;br /&gt;Sofro por todos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém sofre por mim...&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/2333945428890795800-5477274788751947287?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXSuEzPgHI/AAAAAAAAACQ/yMGtUXligZk/s72-c/crian%C3%A7a+chorando+sangue.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSXw5fCp7ImA9WxRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-7072851999486012340</id><published>2008-09-20T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Humano</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXPW3dC7CI/AAAAAAAAACI/AXKe9hGu7G0/s1600-h/ATgAAAAUjrv6vqrprYxOap-340IXwYLfdZpLj-RKe_CctBwZkycq1Rp3y9EX4ZwSr03W6c2UllEft_g1PdVm5bxmNRnXAJtU9VDxoMDYq6uo33O2nJC1vhHBmsmN9A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXPW3dC7CI/AAAAAAAAACI/AXKe9hGu7G0/s320/ATgAAAAUjrv6vqrprYxOap-340IXwYLfdZpLj-RKe_CctBwZkycq1Rp3y9EX4ZwSr03W6c2UllEft_g1PdVm5bxmNRnXAJtU9VDxoMDYq6uo33O2nJC1vhHBmsmN9A.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248328932520029218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou mais um entre muitos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;sou simples,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;sou mortal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Meu corpo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;padece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;nesse mundo cruel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou mais um,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;a sobreviver na selva da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;Sou um corpo preste a cair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;no vazio do infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;no silencio eterno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-style: italic;"&gt;no mundo sem medo ou fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-7072851999486012340?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/7072851999486012340/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=7072851999486012340&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" 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branco que me corrompe&lt;br /&gt;que me traga,&lt;br /&gt;que me atormenta,&lt;br /&gt;que me sufoca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trazendo soluços e gestos,&lt;br /&gt;que só voz sabes tirar,&lt;br /&gt;do mais nobre e audacioso guerreiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu que invade e corrompe&lt;br /&gt;a alma dos mortais,&lt;br /&gt;a alma das damas,&lt;br /&gt;a alma da crianças.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sois por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;vezes&lt;/span&gt; silencioso,&lt;br /&gt;outras &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;vezes&lt;/span&gt; barulhento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;és&lt;/span&gt; o começo e o fim de um humano,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;és&lt;/span&gt; nosso primeiro som,&lt;br /&gt;e por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vezes&lt;/span&gt; nosso último gesto.&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/2333945428890795800-8838136949331683777?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/8838136949331683777/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=8838136949331683777&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8838136949331683777?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8838136949331683777?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/09/sangue-branco.html" title="Sangue Branco" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNXOPNY3-_I/AAAAAAAAACA/xQ22eG1cOTM/s72-c/boca.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSXw5fCp7ImA9WxRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-8901905097513345138</id><published>2008-09-17T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Pecados meus...</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHDsYKcsxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kGOQpof-H4E/s1600-h/imagenes_goth_9979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHDsYKcsxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kGOQpof-H4E/s320/imagenes_goth_9979.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247190208031273746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pecado meu, aonde tu estas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Se é nesse eterno vazio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;desfoque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; e dormente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;brilhante e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;abençoado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; de palavras vis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem sentido ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;escrúpulos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem pecados ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;bênçãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Somos apenas humanos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;errantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem sombra,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem pátria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Amados por um Deus vil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;venerados por anjos pecadores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;de seus votos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Somos sobras de nossa criação.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;somos sombra de nós mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem alma, sem brilho, sem esplendor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Sou negro de alma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;branco de corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;meus olhos enxergam o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;como eles são,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;pálidos e sem vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Agradeço as  sombras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;por me abençoarem com seu manto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Pois é na tua hora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;que sou eu mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sem votos, crenças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;ou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" &gt;mistérios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;sou simplesmente EU.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHDsYKcsxI/AAAAAAAAAB4/kGOQpof-H4E/s72-c/imagenes_goth_9979.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QBSXw5fCp7ImA9WxRREUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-1568285076982270519</id><published>2008-09-17T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-23T08:55:58.224-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHA0vQe4EI/AAAAAAAAABw/7y4KgKTWd28/s1600-h/triste.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHA0vQe4EI/AAAAAAAAABw/7y4KgKTWd28/s320/triste.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247187053134667842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Lágrimas são como brumas,&lt;br /&gt;nos rodeiam e nos cegam sem aviso,&lt;br /&gt;vindas de não sei onde,&lt;br /&gt;invadem o nosso ser&lt;br /&gt;e se transformam em poder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecados jogados ao vento,&lt;br /&gt;Demônios de nós mesmos,&lt;br /&gt;sucumbindo por mais sangue,&lt;br /&gt;com sede de saber&lt;br /&gt;o verdadeiro saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagens disfoques pelas brumas&lt;br /&gt;de minha´lma, sob a noite bela e cinzenta,&lt;br /&gt;sou mais um no meio do inferno,&lt;br /&gt;preste a cair mais um degrau&lt;br /&gt;preste a sucumbir pelo meu desejo,&lt;br /&gt;minha alma se lava de sangue,&lt;br /&gt;infectando o anjo dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais um a cair,&lt;br /&gt;sem niguém para me erguer,&lt;br /&gt;dessa queda, é dificíl me reerguer,&lt;br /&gt;sou pecador e a redenção não é para mim,&lt;br /&gt;sou um demônio com um anjo dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;sou apenas humano,&lt;br /&gt;neste mundo sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/2333945428890795800-1568285076982270519?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SNHA0vQe4EI/AAAAAAAAABw/7y4KgKTWd28/s72-c/triste.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADRHg5eCp7ImA9WxRTGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-2398193420394065518</id><published>2008-09-07T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T13:36:15.620-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-07T13:36:15.620-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citações" /><title>Solidão é...</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMQ7EF-l2HI/AAAAAAAABBg/GZD083VcKgM/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMQ7EF-l2HI/AAAAAAAABBg/GZD083VcKgM/s320/anjo.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243380807676319858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão não é a falta de gente para conversar, namorar,passear ou fazer sexo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é carência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão não é o sentimento que experimentamos pela ausência de entes queridos que não podem mais voltar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão não é o retiro voluntário que a gente se impõe,às vezes, para realinhar os pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é equilíbrio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão não é o claustro involuntário que o destino nos impõe compulsoriamente para que revejamos a nossa vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é um princípio de natureza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão não é o vazio da gente ao nosso lado..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;Isto é circustância.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Solidão é muito mais que isto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Solidão é quando nos perdemos de nós mesmos e procuramos em vão pela nossa alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Francisco Buarque de Holanda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Solidão segundo Chico Buarque(o.O nunca pensei que fosse concondar com ele um dia!o.O)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-2398193420394065518?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2398193420394065518?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2398193420394065518?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/09/solido.html" title="Solidão é..." /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMQ7EF-l2HI/AAAAAAAABBg/GZD083VcKgM/s72-c/anjo.bmp" height="72" width="72" /></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IFRXs_eip7ImA9WxRTF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-6257769397924742370</id><published>2008-09-06T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:18:34.542-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-06T15:18:34.542-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Despertar para o pesadelo</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMMA3xF53yI/AAAAAAAABBY/LTidZ9SW_iI/s1600-h/Imagem+para+o+poema+today.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMMA3xF53yI/AAAAAAAABBY/LTidZ9SW_iI/s320/Imagem+para+o+poema+today.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243035349260295970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hoje eu acordei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Acordei de um sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Percebi que o mundo a minha volta mudou;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Assustei-me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Percebi que o tempo passou...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adormeci por anos!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queria despertar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já sabia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Estava aguardando;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Aguardava a crueldade exterior.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus sonhos já alertavam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ilusões, derrotas, decepções...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Tristeza, lamentos, dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Já me aguardam...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão lá!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A minha espera...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt;Não sei se suportarei dessa vez!&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/2333945428890795800-6257769397924742370?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/6257769397924742370/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=6257769397924742370&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6257769397924742370?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/6257769397924742370?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/09/despertar-para-o-pesadelo.html" title="Despertar para o pesadelo" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SMMA3xF53yI/AAAAAAAABBY/LTidZ9SW_iI/s72-c/Imagem+para+o+poema+today.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIHRHs5eip7ImA9WxdUFkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-7942231327346539164</id><published>2008-08-01T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:42:15.522-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-08-01T20:42:15.522-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Eterno Sentimento</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SJPXTcd9ozI/AAAAAAAAA8k/766482lyF-Q/s1600-h/anjo+7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229760321366631218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SJPXTcd9ozI/AAAAAAAAA8k/766482lyF-Q/s320/anjo+7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;Minhas lágrimas cessam ao tarda do tempo&lt;br /&gt;Minha voz se cala&lt;br /&gt;Meus ouvidos desejam ouvir sua voz&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mas a quem clamar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só desejo que o mundo proporcione um final&lt;br /&gt;Mãe terra, céu... Imponente mar.&lt;br /&gt;Levem essa dor para longe.&lt;br /&gt;Carregue às magoas, cicatrizes e esses&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que tenham que arrancar-me a alma &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me para o infinito&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me repousar entre o vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Retire-me daqui me leve da escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;Me proporcione a liberdade de vagar pelo&lt;br /&gt;desconhecido,&lt;br /&gt;Acalme meu espírito, e me de paz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mesma paz que tanto busco,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que me foi retirada por ela...&lt;br /&gt;A dama que levastes meu viver...&lt;br /&gt;E entregou-me a dor desse sentimento eterno&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-7942231327346539164?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/7942231327346539164/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=7942231327346539164&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/7942231327346539164?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/7942231327346539164?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/08/eterno-sentimento.html" title="Eterno Sentimento" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SJPXTcd9ozI/AAAAAAAAA8k/766482lyF-Q/s72-c/anjo+7.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkYGQXs6cCp7ImA9WxdVGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-5983549704158737701</id><published>2008-07-24T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T18:08:40.518-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-24T18:08:40.518-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="citações" /><title>Ser Gótico</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SIkl_kEjxYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xLUxFVP10ps/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3o+6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226750616484955522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SIkl_kEjxYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xLUxFVP10ps/s320/solid%C3%A3o+6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser Gótico está na maneira de pensar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;De ser, de agir...Ser Gótico é gostar da escuridão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Da solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Muitas vezes Gótico é aquele que menos parece ser,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;E não aquele que se veste diferente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser gótico é ter cultura, é ser você mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser original e pensar diferente do mundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ser gótico é andar sem rumo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Em uma eterna e infindável busca pela verdade....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-5983549704158737701?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/5983549704158737701/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=5983549704158737701&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/5983549704158737701?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/5983549704158737701?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/ser-gtico.html" title="Ser Gótico" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SIkl_kEjxYI/AAAAAAAAA8E/xLUxFVP10ps/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o+6.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0YMQ3k5cSp7ImA9WxRTF0k.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-3649459912942960811</id><published>2008-07-22T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T15:46:22.729-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-09-06T15:46:22.729-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><title>TOP 11 FEMININO</title><content type="html">As músicas não estão em ordem de importancia, por isso não há numeração, o porque elas estão nesse top 11 vem logo a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epica - Solitary Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sigo caminhos ilusórios&lt;span id="palavra183"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="palavra184"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="palavra185"&gt;&lt;input style="display: none;" size="15" onclick="muda_palavra(185)" class="input_texto" onmouseover="this.style.background='#EEEEEE';" onmouseout="this.style.background='';" readonly="readonly" type="text"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, parece que eles foram escritos em pedra&lt;br /&gt;E a porta para uma nova vida está se fechando rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;Queimar as potes não irá me trazer de volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que em mim ainda há um lugar que me completa&lt;br /&gt;Uma santidade que eu chamo de lar, para onde corro&lt;br /&gt;Quando cai o inverno&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tentar, posso encontrar um chão firme?&lt;br /&gt;Ou estou desperdiçando tempo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdBKnsDkDGs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vdBKnsDkDGs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="palavra187"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rebirth - Angra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essa música é importante porque eu ouvi ela pela primeira vez num momento que eu estava precisando me lembrar do significado da palavra "Rebirth", e por incrivel que pareça, foi uma prima minha pagodeira que me apresentou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwcTBoMJV4A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pwcTBoMJV4A&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Angels - Within Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Anjo cintilante, eu acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Que tu eras meu salvador quando eu mais precisei&lt;br /&gt;Cegada pela fé, Eu não pude ouvir&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sussuros, os avisos tão claros"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigada a todos aqueles que me deram muitos avisos e eu não escutei, e depois quebrei a cara, desculpa gente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VK9qfVQ4Z04&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Freak on a leash - Korn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eles não podem relaxar e me deixar livre?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso me livrar de toda essa dor?&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho toda a noite,&lt;br /&gt;tudo em vão, em vão"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=10031770"&gt;KoRn - Freak on a leash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=10031770,t=1,mt=video"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=10031770,t=1,mt=video" allowfullscreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="360" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Islander - Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos tempos eu tenho ouvido essa musica muitas veses, e eu me apaixonei por ela tomara que eles toquem quando vierem pro rio em novembro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRc9rNDZOCE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/hRc9rNDZOCE&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love ain´t no stranger - Whitesnake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imaginem, beijar a pessoa que você esta gostando no momento ouvindo essa música ao vivo, perto do palco? É isso aconteceu comigo há alguns anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6m5rrrO9Os&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/A6m5rrrO9Os&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What have you done? - Within temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Você se importaria se eu te matasse?&lt;br /&gt;Você se importaria se eu tentasse?&lt;br /&gt;Porque você se transformou no meu pior inimigo&lt;br /&gt;Você carrega o ódio que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;Esta acabado agora&lt;br /&gt;O que você fez?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que se a pessoa que eu dedico essa música ver, ela vai sacar que é pra ela, e eu deixo o seguinte recado pra ela " Você foi muito burro, tentar me usar do jeito que você tentou me usar?? Cuidado com seus atos, talvez a próxima "pedra no seu caminho" seja muito pior que eu"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEgXDhiayz4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gEgXDhiayz4&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O tempo não para - Cazuza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A músicas do Cazuza falam sozinhas não se precisa fazer nenhum comentário sobre elas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMf61nYTp7c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OMf61nYTp7c&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Breaking the habit - Linkin Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Eu não sei pelo que vale lutar&lt;br /&gt;Ou porque eu tenho que gritar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei por que eu insisto&lt;br /&gt;E falo o que eu não quero&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei como cheguei a esse ponto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que isso não está certo&lt;br /&gt;Então eu estou&lt;br /&gt;Quebrando o hábito&lt;br /&gt;Nesta noite"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso dizer mais alguma coisa??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCg3EgMXmqs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DCg3EgMXmqs&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pai – Fabio Jr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedico ao meu pai apesar de todos os problemas que ele me causou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4_tVMSPjFo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/H4_tVMSPjFo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dois de maio - zerocinco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto muito dessa musica, mais ela é mais uma homenagem ao meu comanheiro de blog: FOX.&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/zerocinco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-3649459912942960811?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/3649459912942960811/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=3649459912942960811&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3649459912942960811?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/3649459912942960811?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-11-feminino.html" title="TOP 11 FEMININO" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04DSHw6eSp7ImA9WxdVEUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-7910234321028852603</id><published>2008-07-15T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T11:19:39.211-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-15T11:19:39.211-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="música" /><title>Top 10- músicas que fazem parte da minha vida!</title><content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Estive visitando outros blogs e pude perceber uma espécie de corrente gótica.&lt;br /&gt;Onde se escolhe 10 músicas para definir sua vida. Resolvi me desafiar a fazer isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora muito difícil sente-me a frente do PC e fui a fundo à minha biblioteca musical.Logo de cabeça já tinha umas canções que marcaram e ainda marcam minha vida.Só que ao chegar ao fim tive de iniciar um triste e doloroso processo eliminatório...Mas aqui está o Top da minha vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1° Black- Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- Conheci essa música a cerca de 6 anos atrás, minha vida estava dando voltas incontáveis, e eu estava tentando cessar esses giros. E foi essa música que me deu forças para isso. Considero como a música da minha vida!( Desculpe a outros apreciadores dessa canção, mas ela foi composta para minha pessoa!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="200" height="200"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFVlJAi3Cso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AFVlJAi3Cso&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2° November Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Gun´s N Roses-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Composta de um grande solo de piano, e estridentes acordes de guitarra que se juntam à calma e a leveza do violino. Essa canção me faz recordar bons e maus momentos do meu passado. Foi a mesma que me apresentou a Banda de Axel, que me fez tornar um grande fã da mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/siBoLc9vxac&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3° Brave Heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; (Tema da 1° fase de Digimom, mas especificamente do Angemon)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Perdão, mas eu não conheço o cantor desta música. Essa canção mistura fortes elementos que remetem a minha infância. É uma das poucas que faz lágrimas saírem dos meus olhos. Ao escutá-la me retorna a sensação de que o mundo não me cobra nada, e que eu poderia ser o que quisesse sem a responsabilidade e as cobranças que o mesmo me faz. Sensação obtida somente em uma fase da vida: A infância.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2vtwzV28To&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P2vtwzV28To&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4° Aerosmith-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I Don´t Wanna Miss A Thing- Amargedon foi um filme que me marcou devido a ação e o romantismo heróico demonstrado nele. Mas deve se concordar que sem essa música o filme não apresentaria essa atmosfera. Só que devido a recentes fatos essa música tomou outro sentido em minha vida. Ela faz me lembrar do rosto, da voz, e do jeito dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3XyntvZS7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q3XyntvZS7I&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5° Um minuto para o Fim Do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;- Cpm 22- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;“Me sinto só, mas quem é que nunca se sentiu assim, procurando um caminho pra seguir uma direção”...” Só de pensar em te perder por um segundo, eu sei que isso é o fim do mundo”. Preciso dizer mais alguma coisa? Acredito que não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvH85GlfogY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvH85GlfogY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6°Iris Goo Goo Dools-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Trilha sonora de Cidade Dos Anjos, filme que deu outro sentido à existência e a eternidade. Canção que me remete novamente a ela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3a1ofwg_ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/I3a1ofwg_ns&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7° Nemo-NightWish-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Foi à música que me apresentou o gótico, e a mesma me ajudou naquelas voltas do passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIw30OYSnqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cIw30OYSnqg&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8° Vermilion parte 2- Slipknot –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; “Ela pareceu vestida em todo o meu ser, esticado através de minha vergonha.” A letra fala tudo por si. Eu já adorava essa música há muito tempo, sem prever que ela faria todo o sentido no meu futuro... Tem horas que penso que tudo foi um sonho, e que tudo que passei não se trata de uma mera ilusão! E às vezes gostaria que realmente fosse isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pk0dPtT4kLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pk0dPtT4kLo&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9° Haruka Kanata-Asian KUNG-FU Generation-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Para o nona posição tentei buscar uma música que me traga somente boas lembranças, afinal de contas esse 19 anos de estada terrestre não foram só de sofrimento. Tive sim minhas conquistas e grandes vitórias que hoje fazem trilhar caminho que estou tomando. Escolhi essa música pela melodia a letra e toda áurea contida nela. Sempre que a escuto passa como se fosse um videoclipe em minha cabeça, com tudo de bom que já fiz. As grandes amizades sempre estão lá nesse filme...( Queria dizer q todos que estão na minha vida por anos, amo vocês, e saibam que sempre farei o possível pra manter contato com vocês! Pois as verdadeiras amizades devem ser eternas!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1DpOm0C83k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/z1DpOm0C83k&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10° SilverChair- Miss your Love-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; E a música do meu momento, não poderia faltar nessa lista... Só esta em décimo pelo fato de não saber se me fará sentindo no futuro, mas no meu presente é a música que mais escuto e que mais me faz sofrer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkMysgyR-lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bkMysgyR-lk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;É um corte no coração fazer isso! Tive de eliminar The Reason do Hoobastank, Ghost Love Score do Nightwish, Lugar Ao Sol de Charlie Brown Junior, Living Shields do After Forever, I Don't Wanna Stop do mestre Ozzy, Wake me up when september ends do Green Day além de Welcome The Black Parade do My Chemical Romance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viu? Foram tantos cortes que já dava para construir outra lista… E você tem 10 músicas que marcaram sua vida e falam tudo sobre você? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-7910234321028852603?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/7910234321028852603/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=7910234321028852603&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/7910234321028852603?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/7910234321028852603?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/top-10-msicas-que-fazem-parte-da-minha.html" title="Top 10- músicas que fazem parte da minha vida!" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C04NQX49fSp7ImA9WxdVEE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-2770203365707311960</id><published>2008-07-13T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T19:19:50.065-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-13T19:19:50.065-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>Narrativa Depreciativa</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SHqF9UAVelI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ho_KuqujpuY/s1600-h/solid%C3%A3o+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222634006278142546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SHqF9UAVelI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ho_KuqujpuY/s320/solid%C3%A3o+5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era uma estranha manhã. Ao contrário das outras, o sol brilhava fortemente no céu.&lt;br /&gt;Estávamos no início de um Outono.&lt;br /&gt;Ele olha fixamente pra longe e diz:&lt;br /&gt;Olhe, veja! Uma doce garota parece estar perdida, diria até abatida!&lt;br /&gt;Já a conheço de vista, mas não sei como verdadeiramente é. – me confessa em um otimismo sem igual.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se levanta e vai junto à mesma!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá anja! O que te afliges? –perguntou&lt;br /&gt;Não sou o que desejo ser – angustiada lhe responde&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que queres ser? – ele insiste&lt;br /&gt;Quero almejar a emoção. É tudo um “simples plano”... Só que ninguém me apóia - desabafa emocionada.&lt;br /&gt;Fique tranqüila. Eu vou te apoiar, e você será do jeito que deseja. - Ele diz a ela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde então dias maravilhosos e conturbados foram vividos.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém conseguia entender ao certo aqueles dois...&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos sabiam e pregavam:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Essa história não terá fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que tempos se foram, a distância não é empecilho, os sonhos muito menos...&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada um vive em seu mundo, separados por uma concha que os envolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eles vivem papéis inversos.&lt;br /&gt;Antes, ela dependia dele para ser o que queria (e conseguiu!)&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje ele corre atrás dela...&lt;br /&gt;Pois nela é que está contido tudo que ele quer ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele depositou todo o seu ser nela.&lt;br /&gt;E como agradecimento..&lt;br /&gt;A mesma lhe levou a vida, o destino, a razão e seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Agora ele está em busca da verdade, sem querer fechar os olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Pois repentinamente ela pode passar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto ela abriu asas para alçar vôos...&lt;br /&gt;Ele está lá. A espera dela, sentado a beira de um precipício...&lt;br /&gt;Sem fé que ela irá retornar&lt;br /&gt;E sem coragem para pular...&lt;br /&gt;Proporcionando assim um trágico final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que em um momento de lucidez Ele olha fixamente para o céu,&lt;br /&gt;- Algo meu ficou guardado em você! – Grita em alto som, que ecoa pelas paredes rochosas.&lt;br /&gt;- Grito, para que você possa me escutar! – Ele pensa angustiado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Permanecerei aqui imóvel à sua espera,&lt;br /&gt;te amo, no presente, e pelo resto da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;E se não for você, nobre dama, mas ninguém será! –Conclui com lágrimas, que escorrem pelo seu pálido rosto...&lt;br /&gt;Lágrimas de incerteza, de um futuro que tarda em chegar.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-2770203365707311960?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/2770203365707311960/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=2770203365707311960&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2770203365707311960?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/2770203365707311960?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/narrativa-depreciativa.html" title="Narrativa Depreciativa" /><author><name>FOX Xavier .</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/104928119633184919018</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh4.googleusercontent.com/-AGJXHr4D4x8/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAEHU/JXZtV23KmD8/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp2.blogger.com/_HWYbhF-VzKg/SHqF9UAVelI/AAAAAAAAA7g/Ho_KuqujpuY/s72-c/solid%C3%A3o+5.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkMARn8_cSp7ImA9WxdWFUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-1312636075412313556</id><published>2008-07-08T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T13:54:07.149-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2008-07-08T13:54:07.149-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title /><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPQ4GKm6pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDBxTvQpn1w/s1600-h/black+casal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPQ4GKm6pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDBxTvQpn1w/s320/black+casal.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220746055198894738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobre damas que me encanta,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;seus lábios sedentos me chamam,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;porém,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua alma me rejeita.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando aceitarás, que a verdade está em mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Procuras suas verdades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nas lágrimas dos puros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais, apenas eu tenho as verdades que tu procuras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando aceitar a verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nas sombras da noite estarei esperando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mais sou só seu e de ninguém mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O coração, que não bate no meu peito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;clama pela tua presença em meus braços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;próximo ao meu corpo sem vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amor... Foi o único sentimento que eu não tive em vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;e agora, depois de meu renascimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;descubro ele em ti,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Uma simples mortal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;que conquistou este coração sem vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Está Raposa da Noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;irá lhe esperar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Até depois do sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-1312636075412313556?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/1312636075412313556/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=1312636075412313556&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/1312636075412313556?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/1312636075412313556?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/nobre-damas-que-me-encanta-seus-lbios.html" title="" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp3.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPQ4GKm6pI/AAAAAAAAAAw/vDBxTvQpn1w/s72-c/black+casal.bmp" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRXs6cCp7ImA9WxJUFEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2333945428890795800.post-8604699132955432695</id><published>2008-07-08T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:36:34.518-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-12T19:36:34.518-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="poemas" /><title>A Sacerdotisa e a Sereia</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPK4lDBQBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YEzIqIsMjhg/s1600-h/ATcAAADBPTR5u_n16R4OsbxklFPwnNOzSdB6mmlfJ6A3Lb7AOdEc-L06C5P0tCUdEwKhkXqTrp3nb8GNUv_J4UkWSeTIAJtU9VD1EnyHFN8GteTMGaqflUdEQopwBw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPK4lDBQBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YEzIqIsMjhg/s320/ATcAAADBPTR5u_n16R4OsbxklFPwnNOzSdB6mmlfJ6A3Lb7AOdEc-L06C5P0tCUdEwKhkXqTrp3nb8GNUv_J4UkWSeTIAJtU9VD1EnyHFN8GteTMGaqflUdEQopwBw.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220739466418798610" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Senhora dos mares,&lt;br /&gt;Sereia encantada,&lt;br /&gt;tu que és serva de Poseidon,&lt;br /&gt;tu que levas a perdição aos homens do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invoquei teu nome,&lt;br /&gt;eu, serva do Deus Thor,&lt;br /&gt;para meu coração ter de volta,&lt;br /&gt;sei que mantém-o sobre seu encanto,&lt;br /&gt;nas profundesas do mar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;Sacerdotisa do trovão,&lt;br /&gt;o que me pedes é caro para mim,&lt;br /&gt;o coração que tu chamas de seu,&lt;br /&gt;não esta mais sobre o dominio do trovão,&lt;br /&gt;no fundo do mar, trovão não há.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2333945428890795800-8604699132955432695?l=darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/feeds/8604699132955432695/comments/default" title="Postar comentários" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2333945428890795800&amp;postID=8604699132955432695&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comentários" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8604699132955432695?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2333945428890795800/posts/default/8604699132955432695?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://darkstarsdarksky.blogspot.com/2008/07/sacerdotisa-e-sereia.html" title="A Sacerdotisa e a Sereia" /><author><name>Kiya Varella</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12383566098009646116</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="21" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/TBqJkB6D4bI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHrKL1Wq8fU/S220/bela.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://bp0.blogger.com/_hBz3qmCnVds/SHPK4lDBQBI/AAAAAAAAAAo/YEzIqIsMjhg/s72-c/ATcAAADBPTR5u_n16R4OsbxklFPwnNOzSdB6mmlfJ6A3Lb7AOdEc-L06C5P0tCUdEwKhkXqTrp3nb8GNUv_J4UkWSeTIAJtU9VD1EnyHFN8GteTMGaqflUdEQopwBw.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>

