<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771</id><updated>2024-11-01T04:02:50.401-03:00</updated><category term="Poemas"/><category term="Outros"/><category term="Textos"/><title type='text'>Habitual Imoral</title><subtitle type='html'>“QUE A FRONTEIRA DA SANIDADE E DA LOUCURA NÃO SEJA A DESCULPA PARA A ALIENAÇÃO”</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-181394888340007840</id><published>2011-04-17T11:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T11:07:37.186-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRAxaCuiDE7FgQqf0C-da41BY9RJV9igbmKPimc7EiiNI7zZGlqsDpGRfHGAA0BgGCUfAiii-B0EKYUdDk5slFEi51-Qm1t1VL8FMIsqG4fJb0ssJ1ScqD3wybKHwCPCOAT9wVrPlQMU/s1600/silencio.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;307&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRAxaCuiDE7FgQqf0C-da41BY9RJV9igbmKPimc7EiiNI7zZGlqsDpGRfHGAA0BgGCUfAiii-B0EKYUdDk5slFEi51-Qm1t1VL8FMIsqG4fJb0ssJ1ScqD3wybKHwCPCOAT9wVrPlQMU/s400/silencio.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/181394888340007840/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/181394888340007840?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/181394888340007840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/181394888340007840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyRAxaCuiDE7FgQqf0C-da41BY9RJV9igbmKPimc7EiiNI7zZGlqsDpGRfHGAA0BgGCUfAiii-B0EKYUdDk5slFEi51-Qm1t1VL8FMIsqG4fJb0ssJ1ScqD3wybKHwCPCOAT9wVrPlQMU/s72-c/silencio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-7936511909212469192</id><published>2011-02-27T16:51:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T16:58:49.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mosca</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both;&quot;&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen=&#39;allowfullscreen&#39; webkitallowfullscreen=&#39;webkitallowfullscreen&#39; mozallowfullscreen=&#39;mozallowfullscreen&#39; width=&#39;320&#39; height=&#39;266&#39; src=&#39;https://www.youtube.com/embed/4d4PzZ5bXYM?feature=player_embedded&#39; frameborder=&#39;0&#39;&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;The Fly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;A Mosca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I pull the wings off of the fly &lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu arrancar as asas da mosca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fly never wonders why I did it &lt;br /&gt;
A mosca nunca se pergunta por que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I pull the wings off of the fly &lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu arrancar as asas da mosca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fly never wonders why I did &lt;br /&gt;
A mosca nunca se pergunta por que eu fiz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know they didn&#39;t ever&lt;br /&gt;
Você sabe que eles não nunca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have to love me &lt;br /&gt;
Tem que me amar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no&lt;br /&gt;
Não, não, não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And no one will ever&lt;br /&gt;
E ninguém nunca vai&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Love them now &lt;br /&gt;
Ame-os agora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, but they&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, mas eles&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They always wanted somehow &lt;br /&gt;
Eles sempre quis de alguma forma&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To save me&lt;br /&gt;
Para me salvar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why, oh, why&lt;br /&gt;
Por que, oh, por&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For pity&#39;s sake, they should&#39;ve saved themselves&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo amor de Deus, eles deveriam ter se salvaram&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, but you&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, mas você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You always said I never missed a note&lt;br /&gt;
Você sempre disse que nunca perdeu uma nota&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only ever wanted to be with you &lt;br /&gt;
Eu só queria estar com você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only wanted someone to play&lt;br /&gt;
Eu só queria alguém para jogar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Play, play, play&lt;br /&gt;
Jogar, brincar, brincar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I pull the wings off the fly &lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu arrancar as asas da mosca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fly never wonders why &lt;br /&gt;
A mosca nunca se pergunta por que&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You know they never really ever had to love me&lt;br /&gt;
Você sabe que eles realmente nunca tinha me amar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No, no, no &lt;br /&gt;
Não, não, não&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But no one will ever love them now&lt;br /&gt;
Mas ninguém nunca vai amá-los agora&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, but they&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, oh, mas eles&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They always thought that somehow they could save me&lt;br /&gt;
Eles sempre pensei que de alguma forma eles poderiam me salvar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But why oh why&lt;br /&gt;
Mas por que oh por&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For pity&#39;s sake me, they should&#39;ve saved themselves&lt;br /&gt;
Por piedade de mim, eles deveriam ter se salvaram&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
but you&lt;br /&gt;
mas você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
you always said I never missed a note&lt;br /&gt;
Você sempre disse que nunca perdeu uma nota&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
and nobody ever knew me like you do, you do&lt;br /&gt;
e nunca ninguém me conheceu como você faz, você faz&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You always said it&#39;s gonna be ok, ok&lt;br /&gt;
Você sempre disse que vai ficar ok, ok&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only ever really wanted to be with you &lt;br /&gt;
Eu só queria estar com você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I only wanted someone to play, play, play, play &lt;br /&gt;
Eu só queria alguém para jogar, brincar, jogar, jogar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I pull the wings off of the fly&lt;br /&gt;
Quando eu arrancar as asas da mosca&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The fly never wonders why I did it&lt;br /&gt;
A mosca nunca se pergunta por que eu fiz</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7936511909212469192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/7936511909212469192?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7936511909212469192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7936511909212469192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/02/fly-mosca-when-i-pull-wings-off-of-fly.html' title='A Mosca'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-2729278313328771157</id><published>2011-02-26T07:13:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:13:38.217-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;As vezes penso em dizer algo, isso é engraçado, se disser estou louco, se não disser vou ficar louco.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2729278313328771157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/2729278313328771157?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2729278313328771157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2729278313328771157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/02/solidao.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-635571899309185920</id><published>2011-02-26T07:13:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:13:14.066-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Parei de fuma</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;O ultimo trago da ultima carteira do ultimo tostão, nem foi tão bom, mas o próximo sei que será ótimo e triste.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/635571899309185920/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/635571899309185920?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/635571899309185920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/635571899309185920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/02/parei-de-fuma.html' title='Parei de fuma'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1276323099140197425</id><published>2011-02-26T07:12:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T07:12:40.065-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rotina</title><content type='html'>Acordo ao meio dia, olho meu e-mail e o filme que baixei, faço minha comida e como, deito assisto um ou dois filmes levanto faço minha comida, assisto um pouco de tv, deito assisto um seriado ou algo parecido enquanto tento ler, não consigo faze nada tiro um cochilo, acordo assinto o que perdi do seriado, levando, como a comida que sobrou e deito, olho pro teto, procuro um filme na internet, durmo, internet, comida, filme, tv, seriado, leitura, descanso, seriado, comida, teto, pesquisa, dormi. Quarta eu lavo roupa.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1276323099140197425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1276323099140197425?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1276323099140197425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1276323099140197425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/02/rotina.html' title='Rotina'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1614556170845100691</id><published>2011-01-04T02:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-04T02:08:42.041-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&amp;nbsp;Já me disseram que o inferno está cheio de boas intenções&lt;br /&gt;
Mas vamos para o inferno então&lt;br /&gt;
Se não gosta das minhas intenções melhor me odiar&lt;br /&gt;
Pois elas não vão mais se curvar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1614556170845100691/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1614556170845100691?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1614556170845100691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1614556170845100691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2011/01/me-disseram-que-o-inferno-esta-cheio-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-5091674100564029564</id><published>2010-12-31T18:02:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-31T18:11:21.947-02:00</updated><title type='text'>De joelho é mais fácil acerta a sua garganta</title><content type='html'>Perdendo aquilo que achei que não tinha&lt;br /&gt;
Agora já estou pronto para guerra&lt;br /&gt;
Pronto para o fim&lt;br /&gt;
Bem vindo ao inferno&lt;br /&gt;
Inferno de me amar&lt;br /&gt;
O simples inferno da minha presença&lt;br /&gt;
E as novas palavras de ordem são&lt;br /&gt;
Me provoque&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Finalmente vivo&lt;br /&gt;
Sobre o precipício&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Já realizei o seus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Já vi o ceu, não é tão diferente do inferno&lt;br /&gt;
Minha historia está viva&lt;br /&gt;
E eu estou matando&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos desejam estar em minha pele&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos não desejam sentir o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;
Muitos sonhos com o que fiz&lt;br /&gt;
E a todos só trago dor e sangue&lt;br /&gt;
A cada lagrima um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
Sua morte será lenta&lt;br /&gt;
E quando olhar de novo no espelho não vai se reconhecer&lt;br /&gt;
Por que perdeu seu nobreza&lt;br /&gt;
Então estão mortos na vastidão das mentes</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5091674100564029564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/5091674100564029564?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5091674100564029564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5091674100564029564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/12/de-joelho-e-mais-facil-acerta-sua.html' title='De joelho é mais fácil acerta a sua garganta'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-2446903491265394413</id><published>2010-12-11T06:56:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-11T07:17:39.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A caminho do inferno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQGKLUvrz5wXmi0nTFf30Fe4Y9G7wwP56GhH8mbETrSwmq60f4vofEHhqF_EeCdRvOMthyzQild-CmL0Ac99NemqvGC7O_-QI4-vJHB9jHOVpg731U41e9xDsjmIc-9AbdUEJVIQEleQ/s1600/ccff9660264484add706397f8ca321b4%255B1%255D.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;133&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQGKLUvrz5wXmi0nTFf30Fe4Y9G7wwP56GhH8mbETrSwmq60f4vofEHhqF_EeCdRvOMthyzQild-CmL0Ac99NemqvGC7O_-QI4-vJHB9jHOVpg731U41e9xDsjmIc-9AbdUEJVIQEleQ/s200/ccff9660264484add706397f8ca321b4%255B1%255D.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tentei parecer friamente feliz por tempo de mais&lt;br /&gt;
Agora que fiquem com minhas armas&lt;br /&gt;
Eu me lanço a inferno&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Prometo não ser mais esse posso de frieza&lt;br /&gt;
Serei pútrido como em meu interior&lt;br /&gt;
Vivendo apenas pelo doentio, por amor&lt;br /&gt;
Por um fim&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos ao tudo ou nada&lt;br /&gt;
Com todas a minhas fichas na mesa&lt;br /&gt;
Me mostre o que tem&lt;br /&gt;
E se a vida ficar pior que o inferno&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo bem, assim será bem mais fácil o&amp;nbsp;inevitável&lt;br /&gt;
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Envelhece é a habilidade de transformar dor em raiva&lt;br /&gt;
Transformar depressão em amargura&lt;br /&gt;
Me odeie se quiser&lt;br /&gt;
Não pedi para compreender&lt;br /&gt;
Pode me ajudar a ir para o inferno</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2446903491265394413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/2446903491265394413?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2446903491265394413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2446903491265394413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/12/caminho-do-inferno.html' title='A caminho do inferno'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLQGKLUvrz5wXmi0nTFf30Fe4Y9G7wwP56GhH8mbETrSwmq60f4vofEHhqF_EeCdRvOMthyzQild-CmL0Ac99NemqvGC7O_-QI4-vJHB9jHOVpg731U41e9xDsjmIc-9AbdUEJVIQEleQ/s72-c/ccff9660264484add706397f8ca321b4%255B1%255D.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-864770032696044490</id><published>2010-12-03T23:53:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T23:53:19.392-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Raiva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xTaian5TIv4_SVFVZPU3od_cM38flpy8ql-yErkVxTpgPr6_lAICMVqpksaqX3q08P-u-5qflCai3G4FjxIzGfAfzw5SKvgSZziaHa_WoM_iFpWr6DLjJhMMqcQzBi6hXbAlg2pub4M/s1600/arma-sangue-movimento.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xTaian5TIv4_SVFVZPU3od_cM38flpy8ql-yErkVxTpgPr6_lAICMVqpksaqX3q08P-u-5qflCai3G4FjxIzGfAfzw5SKvgSZziaHa_WoM_iFpWr6DLjJhMMqcQzBi6hXbAlg2pub4M/s200/arma-sangue-movimento.gif&quot; width=&quot;150&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Apenas ludibriando a raiva do meu silencio&lt;br /&gt;
Divagando há atitude da minha covardia&lt;br /&gt;
E apreciando a minha auto-repulsa&lt;br /&gt;
É eu sou um lixo, mas você me da muito mais nojo&lt;br /&gt;
Um mundo podre e eu me sinto mal por estar sujo&lt;br /&gt;
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---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
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Sentindo a distancia de tudo que acredito&lt;br /&gt;
Assistindo enterros de dentro de um caixão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que lutar&lt;br /&gt;
Por que sonhar&lt;br /&gt;
O que você quer mudar&lt;br /&gt;
Parar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Já não há em que acreditar&lt;br /&gt;
Você já pode me modelar&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vou comprar, trabalhar, estudar&lt;br /&gt;
E é só com isso que vou sonhar&lt;br /&gt;
Que o álcool me cale&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Amar e matar&lt;br /&gt;
Confrontado com possíveis sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
A negação virando o um vicio&lt;br /&gt;
Contradição que me censura&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quero o fim, o limite da dor&lt;br /&gt;
A morte ou a vida&lt;br /&gt;
Sem medidas paliativas&lt;br /&gt;
Malditas drogas que apenas me mantem vivo&lt;br /&gt;
Quero a morte ou a vida&lt;br /&gt;
Uma dose que me curre ou me mate&lt;br /&gt;
Me levante, por que eu vou dizer que quero deitar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;
E só digo adeus&lt;br /&gt;
E você não vai ouvir&lt;br /&gt;
Mais um vicio</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/864770032696044490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/864770032696044490?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/864770032696044490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/864770032696044490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/12/raiva.html' title='Raiva'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7xTaian5TIv4_SVFVZPU3od_cM38flpy8ql-yErkVxTpgPr6_lAICMVqpksaqX3q08P-u-5qflCai3G4FjxIzGfAfzw5SKvgSZziaHa_WoM_iFpWr6DLjJhMMqcQzBi6hXbAlg2pub4M/s72-c/arma-sangue-movimento.gif" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-4867757207076919053</id><published>2010-11-29T23:21:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T23:21:39.668-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Cansei, como se fizesse diferença&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;Um dia apos o outro, sem parar, não importa o que aconteça&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot;&gt;É um inferno, e para ter certeza se pode sonhar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4867757207076919053/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/4867757207076919053?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4867757207076919053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4867757207076919053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/11/cansei-como-se-fizesse-diferenca-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1489488042540233095</id><published>2010-11-10T01:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T03:06:36.575-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caoticlindo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQINkrg979Ah1aLq17w5k7nXWzw-hYkSY9XwFd-vOINmTm31t3ah5enh1Qm2nOcBu5i6_0jyeCG52PvDsiHf5iHk2ZvQQ08QyKbuQ4qELq8eiVRL4rwlXUEE8hwF-mg9cJR7J3BleGVE/s1600/dali-salvador-dali-881560_1066_9432.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;353&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQINkrg979Ah1aLq17w5k7nXWzw-hYkSY9XwFd-vOINmTm31t3ah5enh1Qm2nOcBu5i6_0jyeCG52PvDsiHf5iHk2ZvQQ08QyKbuQ4qELq8eiVRL4rwlXUEE8hwF-mg9cJR7J3BleGVE/s400/dali-salvador-dali-881560_1066_9432.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Que o mundo acabe logo&lt;br /&gt;
Antes que eu canse&lt;br /&gt;
E eu acabe com mundo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quis sonhar e não me permitiram&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quis a morte e não me deixaram&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quis amar e me humilharam&lt;br /&gt;
Eu quero fazer seu nariz sangrar&lt;br /&gt;
E você não vai me segurar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um filho do caos&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tive medo&lt;br /&gt;
A esperança do caos&lt;br /&gt;
Eu chorei, sangrei e vomitei&lt;br /&gt;
Um agente do caos&lt;br /&gt;
Sequei minha lagrimas e provei do meu sangue e do meu fel&lt;br /&gt;
Um inimigo do caos&lt;br /&gt;
Aprendi a sorrir e o fogo devora tudo sem me tocar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu obsceno e deprimente&lt;br /&gt;
Eu assassinei você&lt;br /&gt;
Apenas colocando apenas uma arma em sua mão&lt;br /&gt;
Não tenho sangue nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Mas posso sentir o cheiro&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A seringa perfura a veia&lt;br /&gt;
O sangue leva em pouco segundo ao coração&lt;br /&gt;
Com essa pulsação muita gente já morreu&lt;br /&gt;
A repulsa do seu corpo leva todo seu interior a sua boca e nariz&lt;br /&gt;
Suas entranhas querem respirar e isso vai te sufocar&lt;br /&gt;
Ou elas querer te matar&lt;br /&gt;
Você sente que vai desmaia, você sonha em desmaia&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a noite mal começou&lt;br /&gt;
E ainda pode acontecer o pior&lt;br /&gt;
Você sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;
Repudio, sim eu sei</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1489488042540233095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1489488042540233095?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1489488042540233095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1489488042540233095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/11/caoticlindo.html' title='Caoticlindo'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAQINkrg979Ah1aLq17w5k7nXWzw-hYkSY9XwFd-vOINmTm31t3ah5enh1Qm2nOcBu5i6_0jyeCG52PvDsiHf5iHk2ZvQQ08QyKbuQ4qELq8eiVRL4rwlXUEE8hwF-mg9cJR7J3BleGVE/s72-c/dali-salvador-dali-881560_1066_9432.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-7585170366546067915</id><published>2010-11-04T16:59:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T03:09:20.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>30mg de morfina</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QNuHLzRkpBarxAKOW0RRz8DAmDcQ2Lfux8ZjufJEe871fZxNL3REQD0wxhpSRd_a5BXZouSBzqs0pXd8Rnqc18HllsR_pI50UwrEQ23q7SFXOShHUhvjePKRGwrQdHcLD7bXXKAYWBk/s1600/indiferenca2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;150&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QNuHLzRkpBarxAKOW0RRz8DAmDcQ2Lfux8ZjufJEe871fZxNL3REQD0wxhpSRd_a5BXZouSBzqs0pXd8Rnqc18HllsR_pI50UwrEQ23q7SFXOShHUhvjePKRGwrQdHcLD7bXXKAYWBk/s200/indiferenca2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O mais alto estrondo&lt;br /&gt;
Eu vejo as bocas vibrando freneticamente, mas não escuto&lt;br /&gt;
A mais de 100 metro um corpo vai ao chão&lt;br /&gt;
Em um pequeno reflexo meu rosto se vira a direita&lt;br /&gt;
Meu corpo clama desespero&lt;br /&gt;
Minha mente se desespera em pedidos de calma&lt;br /&gt;
O meu ônibus chega eu entro vou me acalmando&lt;br /&gt;
Chego em casa, sirvo meu jatar e comento:&lt;br /&gt;
-Vi uma pessoa levar um tiro hoje&lt;br /&gt;
Alguém diz que passou na tv&lt;br /&gt;
O assunto, a historia, o desespero, acabam</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7585170366546067915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/7585170366546067915?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7585170366546067915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7585170366546067915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/11/30mg-de-morfina.html' title='30mg de morfina'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9QNuHLzRkpBarxAKOW0RRz8DAmDcQ2Lfux8ZjufJEe871fZxNL3REQD0wxhpSRd_a5BXZouSBzqs0pXd8Rnqc18HllsR_pI50UwrEQ23q7SFXOShHUhvjePKRGwrQdHcLD7bXXKAYWBk/s72-c/indiferenca2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1606805397171634909</id><published>2010-10-30T06:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-30T06:20:15.528-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZEzHNyBzKdj-i7N4zMLLFqO-xv6WxGGsYB9tjORR6P_nXd_LjsSSSX36_vLLbcLIf-GOOEtLau9nF-RAjL-qCb2ERY9QBHU1AAwQSC2qY-YPT74IDh-zZtK5Cv2OhC0OwdA3OQMbgrQ/s1600/foto20irmaos20precipicio.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;400&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZEzHNyBzKdj-i7N4zMLLFqO-xv6WxGGsYB9tjORR6P_nXd_LjsSSSX36_vLLbcLIf-GOOEtLau9nF-RAjL-qCb2ERY9QBHU1AAwQSC2qY-YPT74IDh-zZtK5Cv2OhC0OwdA3OQMbgrQ/s400/foto20irmaos20precipicio.jpg&quot; width=&quot;350&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1606805397171634909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1606805397171634909?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1606805397171634909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1606805397171634909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvZEzHNyBzKdj-i7N4zMLLFqO-xv6WxGGsYB9tjORR6P_nXd_LjsSSSX36_vLLbcLIf-GOOEtLau9nF-RAjL-qCb2ERY9QBHU1AAwQSC2qY-YPT74IDh-zZtK5Cv2OhC0OwdA3OQMbgrQ/s72-c/foto20irmaos20precipicio.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1388696288440443987</id><published>2010-10-07T05:59:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T06:02:18.384-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Horrendo e Pleno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvHHdaalXxkbN_19HGpAiPfEkPiPewRJZWOJLNkgIku39oG9JABsmnCXjYCbtoulhMxzh7oVxhVw93iLtsMebXBMk_oIzJYg_BT6UiT1ddgxrFg24DbhXXgsz1bX_MnuJWuQc2Ezpb5s/s1600/Estou+morrendo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvHHdaalXxkbN_19HGpAiPfEkPiPewRJZWOJLNkgIku39oG9JABsmnCXjYCbtoulhMxzh7oVxhVw93iLtsMebXBMk_oIzJYg_BT6UiT1ddgxrFg24DbhXXgsz1bX_MnuJWuQc2Ezpb5s/s1600/Estou+morrendo.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Horrendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Deformado, já confundo carrinho com dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O corpo se desmanchando em sangue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Das minhas entranha que vem o cheiro do podre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Assustando? Apavorado por ainda respirar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Minha voz ainda posso ouvir, na minha cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;É assim que vão me matar, no silencio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Matar ou morrer, e eu nem sei se quero sobreviver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Mas se sobreviver quero comer, pode ser você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;“Talvez um soldado sozinho na guerra, um mendigo da esquina ou você quanto todos ou você enlouquecer”&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFri6NGdvWDtDKblZItPnw0cwqWw1qD-77rwZjCYpg5k0f_JmIEnhXyHPqesevyXHOhRTIIpozmqQmuhwIx7BdTrldfgpUxOdDY4OwoCNeS1O_6Xf0ZzPyKy0SPEnn7GtzzcTGD2AOLjE/s1600/corpos.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;266&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFri6NGdvWDtDKblZItPnw0cwqWw1qD-77rwZjCYpg5k0f_JmIEnhXyHPqesevyXHOhRTIIpozmqQmuhwIx7BdTrldfgpUxOdDY4OwoCNeS1O_6Xf0ZzPyKy0SPEnn7GtzzcTGD2AOLjE/s400/corpos.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: medium;&quot;&gt;Pleno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O choque, grito, dor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Magnífico!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu preciso de mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu preciso sentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O calor, carne, cansaço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E os risos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Meu corpo transpira&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Meu fôlego se foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sede e fome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Desespero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Um pensamento a cada milissegundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O tempo não me alcança&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu vejo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Eu escuto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;E tudo explode em vazio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;O ouvido zumbi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;A visão escurece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sinto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Sou apenas eu em mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Viver a vida não é estar vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1388696288440443987/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1388696288440443987?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1388696288440443987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1388696288440443987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/10/horrendo-e-pleno.html' title='Horrendo e Pleno'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKvHHdaalXxkbN_19HGpAiPfEkPiPewRJZWOJLNkgIku39oG9JABsmnCXjYCbtoulhMxzh7oVxhVw93iLtsMebXBMk_oIzJYg_BT6UiT1ddgxrFg24DbhXXgsz1bX_MnuJWuQc2Ezpb5s/s72-c/Estou+morrendo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-4961747025069343049</id><published>2010-10-03T02:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-03T02:55:01.783-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lágrima</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnH-qKfIDVOi783EKKw9Pjk9Fkv4Fb3gWaPRVCSf-icEIde8ybj79EIQwi09dImh754JwpJsUp-5WF3hT0_9qo5yUsn0pMUsh6bGD4Q7qMVQXdPuJOTKc-_xRF2vzMAfY5TQuFj6RQIE/s1600/lagrima.jpeg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;202&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnH-qKfIDVOi783EKKw9Pjk9Fkv4Fb3gWaPRVCSf-icEIde8ybj79EIQwi09dImh754JwpJsUp-5WF3hT0_9qo5yUsn0pMUsh6bGD4Q7qMVQXdPuJOTKc-_xRF2vzMAfY5TQuFj6RQIE/s320/lagrima.jpeg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Não confie em mim&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei as regras&lt;br /&gt;
Então vamos dança?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não me toque&lt;br /&gt;
Não escute&lt;br /&gt;
Me sentenciei&lt;br /&gt;
E é justo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A dor&lt;br /&gt;
Alma, sangue e a&amp;nbsp;lágrima&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo espalhado pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;
Brincando com demônios&lt;br /&gt;
Tão divertido quanto cruel&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estou sego, encarcerado&lt;br /&gt;
Um simples aroma de vida&lt;br /&gt;
Perplexo, puro e severo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Meus cabelos já estão entranhados em seus dedos&lt;br /&gt;
Mergulhe por um bom tempo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Em guerra abdico as armas&lt;br /&gt;
Morrerei, por que sonhar é incomum&lt;br /&gt;
Viva ao agora, pobres seres putrefactos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Aos vivo a sangue&lt;br /&gt;
Aos mortos, almas&lt;br /&gt;
A nós, medo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Tudo me diz tanto que nem sei o que quer dizer&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4961747025069343049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/4961747025069343049?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4961747025069343049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4961747025069343049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/10/lagrima.html' title='Lágrima'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUnH-qKfIDVOi783EKKw9Pjk9Fkv4Fb3gWaPRVCSf-icEIde8ybj79EIQwi09dImh754JwpJsUp-5WF3hT0_9qo5yUsn0pMUsh6bGD4Q7qMVQXdPuJOTKc-_xRF2vzMAfY5TQuFj6RQIE/s72-c/lagrima.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-5804029015190443266</id><published>2010-09-30T17:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T17:23:36.155-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hiato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTd5eD4jsDT5GypOzLG2urT_j-2ju5ArIyByqg-SLlYBMjoKlcIUhyY9oLCg2oDi6kXyu4VHqlQHgLFn_B4eG1noZNB-YWoAqXkCTlHP0E8WksW9iFspSi8j7tpVpFlKIq9u5hKGRCo/s1600/dor+(1).jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTd5eD4jsDT5GypOzLG2urT_j-2ju5ArIyByqg-SLlYBMjoKlcIUhyY9oLCg2oDi6kXyu4VHqlQHgLFn_B4eG1noZNB-YWoAqXkCTlHP0E8WksW9iFspSi8j7tpVpFlKIq9u5hKGRCo/s1600/dor+(1).jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hiato&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5804029015190443266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/5804029015190443266?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5804029015190443266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5804029015190443266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/09/blog-post.html' title='Hiato'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibvTd5eD4jsDT5GypOzLG2urT_j-2ju5ArIyByqg-SLlYBMjoKlcIUhyY9oLCg2oDi6kXyu4VHqlQHgLFn_B4eG1noZNB-YWoAqXkCTlHP0E8WksW9iFspSi8j7tpVpFlKIq9u5hKGRCo/s72-c/dor+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-5538644888791181464</id><published>2010-09-02T07:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T07:20:59.352-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Esboço</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFyO9E9HQBFF1jjvazAx8F475ZxkYmR1wa7GssG6vr1nHdu1AelYbhToL-x8BDb48Ib5FEv0nIrjiWygMcgf3sLezUoKLMw65d8wlXTdB-lgEJ6zgIjOKpnzlyyBOrzpfuHJVOwwSp2ks/s1600/chineses-de-cabeca-pra-baixo.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;165&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFyO9E9HQBFF1jjvazAx8F475ZxkYmR1wa7GssG6vr1nHdu1AelYbhToL-x8BDb48Ib5FEv0nIrjiWygMcgf3sLezUoKLMw65d8wlXTdB-lgEJ6zgIjOKpnzlyyBOrzpfuHJVOwwSp2ks/s400/chineses-de-cabeca-pra-baixo.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O calor, frio, sede, fome, o cansaço e o tédio. É assim que se conta o tempo?&lt;br /&gt;
Já faz alguns anos, talvez mais, não importa o que seja.&lt;br /&gt;
Será que já sou um velho, morto em corpo vivendo memória, assim tão novo.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Uma vez eu disse, que abandonar o meu medo era o mesmo que morrer em mim mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;
Muitas vezes eu disse merdas e muitas vezes eu morri.&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso morrer de novo.&lt;br /&gt;
Quem sabe viver de verdade ou na mentira.&lt;br /&gt;
Agora eu não lembro e talvez nem tenha acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Continua...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/5538644888791181464/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/5538644888791181464?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5538644888791181464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/5538644888791181464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/09/esboco.html' title='Esboço'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFyO9E9HQBFF1jjvazAx8F475ZxkYmR1wa7GssG6vr1nHdu1AelYbhToL-x8BDb48Ib5FEv0nIrjiWygMcgf3sLezUoKLMw65d8wlXTdB-lgEJ6zgIjOKpnzlyyBOrzpfuHJVOwwSp2ks/s72-c/chineses-de-cabeca-pra-baixo.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-3417647914818396012</id><published>2010-08-31T05:42:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T05:42:55.946-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansado vagabundo?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaSgb8mqnKc_LRyENJOuSXGZykQVKcNO8tHk0okM5H8PLVJXVZqC_29Cj1mdSIdyhtlr5iv0unTdFe7q74wQNHcarTCzbWHtZLJMGoaZPamjcVSUZSTNc8wwMXITx-y-GSZZOlsuObUo/s1600/insonia+de+jfmarq.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;216&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaSgb8mqnKc_LRyENJOuSXGZykQVKcNO8tHk0okM5H8PLVJXVZqC_29Cj1mdSIdyhtlr5iv0unTdFe7q74wQNHcarTCzbWHtZLJMGoaZPamjcVSUZSTNc8wwMXITx-y-GSZZOlsuObUo/s320/insonia+de+jfmarq.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Deitado olhando para um bocal de luz que faz um pequeno ruído, o sol seco o suor do meu braço direito, mas o resto do meu corpo está encharcado, a cama parece infinita, aquela dor no peito com sensação do sangue se chocando em cada articulação é continua, meu olho lacrimeja e eu estou triste, mas não estou chorando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Não agüento mais dormi, mas a única coisa que pode me fazer levantar e a vontade de fumar que sinto, os outros motivos não suportaram minha determinação, olho para a janela e penso que pode ser domingo, provavelmente não é, mas não faz diferença. Acho que tive um sonho em que transava, de qualquer maneira sei que me decepcionei ao acorda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: justify;&quot;&gt;Escuto vozes na sala e a TV ligada, só sei que é um dia da semana por volta das cinco horas, sinto a fraqueza típica que me faz comer, viro paro o lado e tento dormi, acho que se passaram umas três horas de virando e revirando, ou talvez apenas uns 2 minutos. Resolvo levantar acendo um cigarro e começo a conversa com os estranhos que se encontram na minha varanda com aquele sorriso amarelo estampado na cara. É como a morte, pouco a pouco já não sei de nada, o medo da culpa me faz sorrir e ser agradável assim vou até que venha o sono de novo.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/3417647914818396012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/3417647914818396012?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/3417647914818396012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/3417647914818396012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/cansado-vagabundo.html' title='Cansado vagabundo?'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizaSgb8mqnKc_LRyENJOuSXGZykQVKcNO8tHk0okM5H8PLVJXVZqC_29Cj1mdSIdyhtlr5iv0unTdFe7q74wQNHcarTCzbWHtZLJMGoaZPamjcVSUZSTNc8wwMXITx-y-GSZZOlsuObUo/s72-c/insonia+de+jfmarq.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-1272318387252997821</id><published>2010-08-23T03:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T03:05:25.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um velho rascunho (26/07/07)</title><content type='html'>Sonhos e mais sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Como navalhas cortando a realidade&lt;br /&gt;
Laminas que fazem sangra a sanidade&lt;br /&gt;
Cedidas a vocês pequenos anjos&lt;br /&gt;
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O desejo inconcebível da chama que arde em meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
O renascimento das cinzas através do seu doce e delicado toque&lt;br /&gt;
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Jogado no lixo que você me deixou&lt;br /&gt;
Milhares de vozes repetem sem para&lt;br /&gt;
Não sonhe você não pode&lt;br /&gt;
Pouco a pouco eu vou acreditando&lt;br /&gt;
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E me matando me rendendo&lt;br /&gt;
Que a morte me leve&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu não tenho futuro&lt;br /&gt;
Minha historia não pode ser chamada de passado&lt;br /&gt;
Estou perdido nessa sociedade&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sou o lixo que todos reclamam&lt;br /&gt;
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Abraçado a minha própria carne fria&lt;br /&gt;
Perdido deitado de olhos abertos&lt;br /&gt;
Tentando não pensar&lt;br /&gt;
Tentando esquecer quem sou&lt;br /&gt;
Maldições feita de sorrisos&lt;br /&gt;
Lagrimas feita pela razão&lt;br /&gt;
Um verme querendo ser um homem&lt;br /&gt;
Confuso perdido derrotado</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/1272318387252997821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/1272318387252997821?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1272318387252997821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/1272318387252997821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/08/um-velho-rascunho-260707.html' title='Um velho rascunho (26/07/07)'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-8677626859173824121</id><published>2010-07-10T20:20:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T21:13:40.585-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paz, Novo de novo, Dor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Paz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Na velocidade da luz meus pensamentos trincam a realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Eu tirei meus pés do chão e já estou tão longe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Daqui de cima é tudo tão calmo, bonito e frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Eu estico a mão, mas não ti alcanço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Sinto o frio, vejo as luzes e o vento me faz companhia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Eu podia fechar os olhos e acorda, mas eu ia esperar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Eu espero a tanto tempo que provavelmente ficarei surpreso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Grito o seu nome e você não escuta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;E tão fácil sorrir sem medo de cair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Eu peço e o vento me leva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Queria dizer adeus, mas não quero acorda&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Novo de novo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Andando de um lado ao outro&lt;br /&gt;
A expressão da raiva sai de meu estéreo&lt;br /&gt;
Eu minto a demonstração de animo&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo só&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Da cozinha até a varanda&lt;br /&gt;
16 passos largos, as vezes 13&lt;br /&gt;
O cigarro na cozinha&lt;br /&gt;
Acendo na varanda&lt;br /&gt;
A musica acaba&lt;br /&gt;
Eu estava cantando?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez não seja raiva&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez loucura&lt;br /&gt;
Engraçada essa dor que sempre me finta&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mais uma musica&lt;br /&gt;
Uma crise de risos&lt;br /&gt;
Segundos de silencio e a musica começa&lt;br /&gt;
Vamos participar&lt;br /&gt;
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Dor&lt;br /&gt;
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Junto aos vermes&lt;br /&gt;
E mesmo lá&lt;br /&gt;
Uma bela flor&lt;br /&gt;
A beleza é insana&lt;br /&gt;
E eu que sou louco sem ser belo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Deixe-me em paz ou me abrase&lt;br /&gt;
Suas verdades tão exatas&lt;br /&gt;
E tão impróprias&lt;br /&gt;
Sinta não reflita&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Um dia foi tão confortante&lt;br /&gt;
A noite era tão bela&lt;br /&gt;
Os medos eram outros&lt;br /&gt;
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Eu lhe trago o silencio&lt;br /&gt;
E lhe espero dor</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8677626859173824121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/8677626859173824121?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/8677626859173824121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/8677626859173824121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/07/novo-de-novo.html' title='Paz, Novo de novo, Dor'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-2361976561220391389</id><published>2010-05-31T02:07:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T03:25:45.210-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fria e sinuosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;A vida em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Águas calmas, um sopro de ar gelado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;já não sou mais eu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;talvez agora faça parte da nossa fantasia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;de nosso silencio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;No alto da torre,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;vejo o quanto estou distante agora&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;da vida, dos riscos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Seu sorriso me leva a lugares em que nunca permanecerei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;De tudo que nos cerca, nada nunca chegara nem perto de quão perfeitos somos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;onde houver solidão tristeza e dor em mim,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;você preenchera,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;me invadindo com sua ternura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;me resgatando do mundo que se distancia de mim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;a cada passo em sua&amp;nbsp;direção.&lt;/div&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;
oh! querido não me decepcione!&lt;br /&gt;
não novamente, pra quem você mente mesmo? eu não me lembro mais.&lt;br /&gt;
ar, solidão ...&lt;br /&gt;
são as minhas tristeza&lt;br /&gt;
não me decepcione !&lt;br /&gt;
não pense em fazer parte disto tudo ,&lt;br /&gt;
fique com as velhas magoas ,as engula&lt;br /&gt;
você não esta em condições de pedir, então nem pense em implorar&lt;br /&gt;
viva &amp;nbsp;a vida que conhece,&lt;br /&gt;
pois continuarei voando&lt;br /&gt;
mesmo &amp;nbsp;machucada ,mesmo arrasada pela solitude&lt;br /&gt;
plena e inebriante.&lt;br /&gt;
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acreditou na sorte na vida na morte.&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;&#39;Quer uma chance de tentar viver sem dor...&#39;&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
não a entendera, pois não é feito disso.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela é uma mariposa&lt;br /&gt;
que se transforma e morre.&lt;br /&gt;
Ela não quer ser feliz, não quer sonhar&lt;br /&gt;
não pode lidar com a vida que jamais estará sobre seu controle&lt;br /&gt;
Isso a consome. Seria um adeus, se não tivesse partido a muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;
um único dia de vida e o seguinte, o primeiro de toda eternidade em que ela acredita existir.&lt;br /&gt;
Como todo ser humano que não sabe voar... você a manteve em seu punho.&lt;br /&gt;
você viu muitas pieridaes, encantadoras como são&lt;br /&gt;
com sua magia e sua simplicidade doce, que o acolhe em dias severos.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;Ela, porem foi a única riodinidae de que se aproximou.&lt;br /&gt;
Todos temos escolhas por mais severa que sejam as opções&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Vitoria Guerra&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/2361976561220391389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/2361976561220391389?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2361976561220391389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/2361976561220391389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/fria-e-sinuosa.html' title='Fria e sinuosa'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9rAS7zFfhLj8a2JwvBPsJuBCem7x8IlyhjMO-v_Qe5zOU0LIVOeUhSIX9ZgXwGIhX_BJ2nqzXKdX6dEhU7OhqmtHrHbI0rrD8A1KBOInk8sM3dPqfxEFRl8fzUUAr07fCS1Vuhq8cWQQ/s72-c/1R-144.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-8767846636847445222</id><published>2010-05-26T03:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T03:17:33.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Merda</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2dJztH95Zjxa_b2o2ie0fXpEyxFnfOw0wxTXs10Wip5HjDH5ZMxAo8zilNEIYZtqEUIWpG7FPZEAHR1VTfEsrjnLx56H7_GMmiaWUDwewbjV8g2XaN5AiyLZAG6-u51j-uE4VI7jJrs/s1600/copo_quebrado.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;200&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2dJztH95Zjxa_b2o2ie0fXpEyxFnfOw0wxTXs10Wip5HjDH5ZMxAo8zilNEIYZtqEUIWpG7FPZEAHR1VTfEsrjnLx56H7_GMmiaWUDwewbjV8g2XaN5AiyLZAG6-u51j-uE4VI7jJrs/s200/copo_quebrado.jpg&quot; width=&quot;195&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Mas merda e liberdade é algo de grande conectividade, por que liberdade, se a licença poética me permite, é praticamente não ter o que fazer, e não ter o que fazer é uma verdadeira merda, exercer a liberdade entre outras coisas é falar merda é fazer merda, e os dois eu faço muito bem.&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo assim eu acredito na liberdade, por que não ter o que fazer é uma merda mas todo mundo deseja, mas não é uma merda tão grande quando todo mundo cuida da merda que fez.&lt;br /&gt;
Sempre tive uma considerável liberdade, e fiz muita merda com ela, mas mesmo assim, acho que a insignificante partícula de genialidade que eu tenho é devido a merda.&lt;br /&gt;
Provavelmente minha concepção foi merda, para ser concebido num basta existir, tem que pensar pra realmente existir, ou, existir pela concepção de alguém, na idealização de alguma pessoa, e muito provavelmente devem ter olhado o exame positivo de minha existência intra-uterina e pensaram deu merda, fiz merda, ou alguma merda do tipo. Então muito provavelmente, eu posso afirma que antes de tudo eu sou um merda.&lt;br /&gt;
No fim entre uma grande obra mal compreendida e um monte de merda é apenas ponto de vista.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/8767846636847445222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/8767846636847445222?isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/8767846636847445222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/8767846636847445222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/um-merda.html' title='Um Merda'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk2dJztH95Zjxa_b2o2ie0fXpEyxFnfOw0wxTXs10Wip5HjDH5ZMxAo8zilNEIYZtqEUIWpG7FPZEAHR1VTfEsrjnLx56H7_GMmiaWUDwewbjV8g2XaN5AiyLZAG6-u51j-uE4VI7jJrs/s72-c/copo_quebrado.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-4291057759353618660</id><published>2010-05-08T06:58:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:58:49.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De frases a poemas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jfIUETG8lI6FC1fRx4UEduTArMND2n2PWieIojMHtPTo0yx78jaErJIB9B09qfGpPm_HxQ5qAb9ClfdarqNosNiKDQSaCjSmDEcAjK8H3TDKvssFj1f99mynFH_QuoxbFnu7zJUE0s4/s1600/surto.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;199&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jfIUETG8lI6FC1fRx4UEduTArMND2n2PWieIojMHtPTo0yx78jaErJIB9B09qfGpPm_HxQ5qAb9ClfdarqNosNiKDQSaCjSmDEcAjK8H3TDKvssFj1f99mynFH_QuoxbFnu7zJUE0s4/s200/surto.jpg&quot; width=&quot;200&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;As frases&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Parece assim tão fácil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Com você -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Você não vai entender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Me ensina a escrever sobre amor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Mas sem dor -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Vazio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;Abraços de olhos bem fechados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;&quot;&gt;De olhos aberto os braços encostam ao meu peito -&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Simples noite fria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Vazio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sem sua companhia&lt;br /&gt;
Sinto a solidão&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso chorar&lt;br /&gt;
Preciso dormir&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Não sei o que fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Por que um dia imaginei em saber?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Me ensina a escrever sobre amor?&lt;br /&gt;
Mas sem dor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Simples noite fria&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
O céu vermelho&lt;br /&gt;
A noite fria&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
O vibrar do corpo&lt;br /&gt;
Um pedido pelo calor&lt;br /&gt;
Eu preciso sentir a dor?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Abraços de olhos bem fechados&lt;br /&gt;
De olhos aberto os braços encostam ao meu peito&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Vento frio machuca o rosto molhado&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu não agüento mais isso&lt;br /&gt;
Seria fácil se fosse apenas dizer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Você não vai entender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Sofrer é engraçado&lt;br /&gt;
Engraçado enquanto eu tenho um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;
Sorriso de que segura tudo aqui&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Engraçado&lt;br /&gt;
Perder a voz na hora de gritar&lt;br /&gt;
Ter medo de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;
Gostar de pesadelos&lt;br /&gt;
Viver em ausência&lt;br /&gt;
Viva a abstinência da vida&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
È hilário&lt;br /&gt;
Dizer tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;
Sorrir&lt;br /&gt;
Dizer que não sinto&lt;br /&gt;
Que não amo&lt;br /&gt;
Tanto faz, hilário</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4291057759353618660/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/4291057759353618660?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4291057759353618660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4291057759353618660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/05/de-frases-poemas.html' title='De frases a poemas'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5jfIUETG8lI6FC1fRx4UEduTArMND2n2PWieIojMHtPTo0yx78jaErJIB9B09qfGpPm_HxQ5qAb9ClfdarqNosNiKDQSaCjSmDEcAjK8H3TDKvssFj1f99mynFH_QuoxbFnu7zJUE0s4/s72-c/surto.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-4851789060714418195</id><published>2010-04-06T19:31:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:31:14.991-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite viva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzcSjw1_bLAwGCWzOR9MmmJpQ8XFvYp0LjA8N2Ui3gggOnfSMvegg0E7Fc7_Uq-zv_G8WScxloppmuwE1ZXFc6VpHp9lE0uOsRg6eXgP50mgR_Vt5amiird0ZdhxRMjEafQZBCwfM-W0/s1600/foz+noturna+a.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;145&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzcSjw1_bLAwGCWzOR9MmmJpQ8XFvYp0LjA8N2Ui3gggOnfSMvegg0E7Fc7_Uq-zv_G8WScxloppmuwE1ZXFc6VpHp9lE0uOsRg6eXgP50mgR_Vt5amiird0ZdhxRMjEafQZBCwfM-W0/s320/foz+noturna+a.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Já não quero mais gritar&lt;br /&gt;
Já nem sei se quero falar&lt;br /&gt;
Talvez, modestamente, escrever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Por que as pedras nas mãos&lt;br /&gt;
Os punhos cerrados&lt;br /&gt;
Por que gritos e gemidos&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
É o choque&lt;br /&gt;
A oscilação&lt;br /&gt;
O desconforto&lt;br /&gt;
A anciã&lt;br /&gt;
O vomito&lt;br /&gt;
A dor&lt;br /&gt;
O som&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Então o silencio&lt;br /&gt;
Silencio que precede a surpresa&lt;br /&gt;
Silencio da vitória não anunciada&lt;br /&gt;
Ou da derrota&lt;br /&gt;
Silencio é o pleno&lt;br /&gt;
O controle&lt;br /&gt;
A essência&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas a mente explode em sangue&lt;br /&gt;
Pelo nariz&lt;br /&gt;
A fumaça encobre as vozes e os risos&lt;br /&gt;
Em tosses&lt;br /&gt;
O silencio da paranóia&lt;br /&gt;
Visita&lt;br /&gt;
O descontrole da gargalhada&lt;br /&gt;
Domina&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Está rindo de que&lt;br /&gt;
Sei lá&lt;br /&gt;
Veja-me mais um copo</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/4851789060714418195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/4851789060714418195?isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4851789060714418195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/4851789060714418195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/04/noite-viva.html' title='Noite viva'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibzcSjw1_bLAwGCWzOR9MmmJpQ8XFvYp0LjA8N2Ui3gggOnfSMvegg0E7Fc7_Uq-zv_G8WScxloppmuwE1ZXFc6VpHp9lE0uOsRg6eXgP50mgR_Vt5amiird0ZdhxRMjEafQZBCwfM-W0/s72-c/foz+noturna+a.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1924728241998840771.post-7273542947359664342</id><published>2010-04-06T15:53:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:19:07.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma vez sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjNnsewewfhpZAZH0wRbZI35iP8HTopb_YjSrdkbL5-DNYiSeGeh3_0GBCAJklxOKeLcu-MEJSwiW78AS8INdFyv9Kzk6jOlSf5SxEopH6mPokWiHrn4TIYop92gh5F9qnU1w5dRFvOo/s1600/OgAAAK9A6gPoby1V1Bp3_4iDcb4ErcX5FhFsAxGXuzUODk5YcECbepk6tXxjc8KvDQcOpyOvkl1FKk1Mgt0JODSsZdwAm1T1UOkVPr3hMkdvJmgjJexte6fJfEE9.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjNnsewewfhpZAZH0wRbZI35iP8HTopb_YjSrdkbL5-DNYiSeGeh3_0GBCAJklxOKeLcu-MEJSwiW78AS8INdFyv9Kzk6jOlSf5SxEopH6mPokWiHrn4TIYop92gh5F9qnU1w5dRFvOo/s320/OgAAAK9A6gPoby1V1Bp3_4iDcb4ErcX5FhFsAxGXuzUODk5YcECbepk6tXxjc8KvDQcOpyOvkl1FKk1Mgt0JODSsZdwAm1T1UOkVPr3hMkdvJmgjJexte6fJfEE9.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Tudo morto&lt;br /&gt;
Está frio&lt;br /&gt;
Distante do controle&lt;br /&gt;
Distante da verdade&lt;br /&gt;
Silencio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Acho que já não sei mais viver&lt;br /&gt;
Se é que se aprende&lt;br /&gt;
Se é que um dia eu soube&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Mas vamos rastejando até o fim&lt;br /&gt;
Derrotas, sempre simplórias&lt;br /&gt;
Estou protegido pelo medo&lt;br /&gt;
Estou me acostumando com o nada&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Agora livre, a dor da liberdade&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo bem, como sempre&lt;br /&gt;
O fim virá, cedo ou tarde&lt;br /&gt;
Só resta esperar&lt;br /&gt;
Sobreviver, apenas por sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;
Já que não posso por você&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daniel Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;06/04/2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Suplica pela calma&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;
Tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;
O que eu posso fazer&lt;br /&gt;
Esquecer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eu sonhei&lt;br /&gt;
Sonho bobo&lt;br /&gt;
Eu senti&lt;br /&gt;
Eu menti&lt;br /&gt;
Isso dói&lt;br /&gt;
Mas tudo bem&lt;br /&gt;
Fique bem&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Só quero estar bem&lt;br /&gt;
Eu tentei&lt;br /&gt;
Eu desisto&lt;br /&gt;
Cruel, silencio&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Todo fim é assim&lt;br /&gt;
Mesmo sem começo&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Daniel Abreu&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;06/04/2010&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/feeds/7273542947359664342/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/1924728241998840771/7273542947359664342?isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7273542947359664342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1924728241998840771/posts/default/7273542947359664342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://habitualimoral.blogspot.com/2010/04/mais-uma-vez-sempre.html' title='Mais uma vez sempre'/><author><name>Daniel Abreu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09584069354303147792</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQjNnsewewfhpZAZH0wRbZI35iP8HTopb_YjSrdkbL5-DNYiSeGeh3_0GBCAJklxOKeLcu-MEJSwiW78AS8INdFyv9Kzk6jOlSf5SxEopH6mPokWiHrn4TIYop92gh5F9qnU1w5dRFvOo/s72-c/OgAAAK9A6gPoby1V1Bp3_4iDcb4ErcX5FhFsAxGXuzUODk5YcECbepk6tXxjc8KvDQcOpyOvkl1FKk1Mgt0JODSsZdwAm1T1UOkVPr3hMkdvJmgjJexte6fJfEE9.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>