<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229</id><updated>2012-02-17T02:06:33.122-02:00</updated><category term='Solidão'/><category term='Debs'/><category term='F.M'/><category term='China'/><category term='Duds'/><category term='Morte'/><category term='Saudade'/><category term='Bim'/><title type='text'>Cikatriz</title><subtitle type='html'>Uma cikatriz não é algo que queremos guardar.. Elas simplesmente acontecem e se tornam inesqueciveis.. Sendo capazes de deixar marcas profundas.
Eu vejo uma beleza triste nas pessoas.. na vida e no mundo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>101</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4115247342461830821</id><published>2012-01-04T12:13:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T20:52:08.068-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.M'/><title type='text'>Começo de ano bom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBn6khw988/TwRebpstAAI/AAAAAAAABv8/bwSxaIF5lbc/s1600/telefonema%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 178px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 321px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" rea="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBn6khw988/TwRebpstAAI/AAAAAAAABv8/bwSxaIF5lbc/s200/telefonema%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;No primeiro dia do ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira noite do ano...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanta chuva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eis que recebo uma ligação tua...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os ponteiros do relógio marcavam 23h...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração foi a mil quando vi teu nome no visor do meu celular...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez a emoção e a ansiedade tomaram conta de mim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a nossa conversa durou apenas 45minutos do 1° tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre risadas e tiradas, vieram também as lembranças e planos para um novo ano que se inicia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os 45 minutos do 2° tempo ficou marcado para a tarde do outro dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como diz a canção ‘a noite foi um inferno, desespero de esperar’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então logo o sono se foi e o que me restou foram apenas os estragos da noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a tremenda ansiedade para uma segunda-feira blues...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A segunda-feira blues amanheceu nublada com chuva fina e chata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez no soar da canção “hoje o céu esta pesado e vem chegando um temporal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva não me trouxe nenhum pouco de alivio imediato...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuva me trouxe apenas a certeza de que os 45 minutos do 2° tempo teria que ficar para uma próxima vez...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ‘amanha talvez esse temporal saia do caminho... Amanha talvez esse temporal faça algum sentido’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em fim os 45 minutos do 2° tempo aconteceu numa bela tarde terça-feira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarde boa regada a risadas e a cerveja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valeu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4115247342461830821?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4115247342461830821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4115247342461830821' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4115247342461830821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4115247342461830821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2012/01/comeco-de-ano-bom.html' title='Começo de ano bom'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-paBn6khw988/TwRebpstAAI/AAAAAAAABv8/bwSxaIF5lbc/s72-c/telefonema%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1813158429325329870</id><published>2011-12-07T20:08:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T12:22:37.569-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Cansada de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wKHlKFWrlY/Tt_juTWhWcI/AAAAAAAABvw/g4x5H0RMcvM/s1600/canssada.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 255px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 211px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200px" mda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6wKHlKFWrlY/Tt_juTWhWcI/AAAAAAAABvw/g4x5H0RMcvM/s200/canssada.jpg" width="157px" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Você já me fez sofrer de mais... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você já me fez derramar lagrima de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ferida ainda está aberta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você apenas fala, fala e nada faz para acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então por isso me desencantei de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso me desiludi de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada de ouvir sempre as mesmas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada de ouvir sempre as mesmas promessas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promessas de que você vai mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, dois anos já se passaram e &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tantas lagrimas já rolaram em nossas faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas palavras continuam sendo falsas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas promessas continuam sendo falsas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas lagrimas continuam sendo falsas &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teus sentimentos continuam sendo falsos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada de ouvir sempre as mesmas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada de ouvir sempre as mesmas promessas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-1813158429325329870?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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width="228" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Infelizmente, hoje faz 8 anos que você se foi &lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente, hoje faz 8 anos que você nos deixou&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças tua vem a todo instante a mha mente&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças tua vem a todo tempo&lt;br /&gt;E junto as tuas lembranças vem a dor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dor da saudade&lt;br /&gt;A dor da tua ausência é visível em meu ser...&lt;br /&gt;A dor da tua ausência é visível em minha face...&lt;br /&gt;A solidão me corroe... 8 anos já se passaram e&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo acreditar que você se foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 anos já se passaram e eu não consigo acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que voce não ira mais voltar...&lt;br /&gt;Como no soar da canção “dores que ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sentiu é o sentimento mais comum”&lt;br /&gt;E o culpado por tua morte vaga por ai&lt;br /&gt;Sem o menor peso... sem o menor pesar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Busco a resposta pra pergunta não respondida&lt;br /&gt;Pq vc se foi?&lt;br /&gt;A minha pergunta continua sem ser esclarecida&lt;br /&gt;E a minha ferida continua mal curada... e nunca &lt;br /&gt;Será cicatrisada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s Saudade... lembrança suave e triste ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;de um bem do qual se está privado... magoa que nos causa&lt;br /&gt;a ausência da pessoa querida.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-9124173209159759525?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/9124173209159759525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=9124173209159759525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/9124173209159759525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/9124173209159759525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/10/saudade-eterna.html' title='Saudade Eterna'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mqCIox7dlSo/Toz32-A5dNI/AAAAAAAABsQ/UdJiybJ7DFs/s72-c/rose_hand.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-436093564430385782</id><published>2011-09-23T18:35:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:08:59.671-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morte'/><title type='text'>Morrendo aos poucos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kln68_gSKk0/Tnz7mGqU73I/AAAAAAAABsM/ouUnRShK0nY/s1600/anjodm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; height: 264px; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; width: 269px;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="191" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kln68_gSKk0/Tnz7mGqU73I/AAAAAAAABsM/ouUnRShK0nY/s200/anjodm.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pena que você esta buscando &lt;br /&gt;A própria morte...&lt;br /&gt;Pena que você esta cavando&lt;br /&gt;Tua própria cova...&lt;br /&gt;Já não és mais criança&lt;br /&gt;Sabes muito bem o que estas fazendo...&lt;br /&gt;Sabes muito bem as conseqüências de teus&lt;br /&gt;Atos e atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;Pena que você esta buscando&lt;br /&gt;A própria morte...&lt;br /&gt;Pena que você esta cavando&lt;br /&gt;Tua própria cova...&lt;br /&gt;Como no soar da canção&lt;br /&gt;“O preço que se paga as vezes é alto demais”&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora não lhe resta mais saída&lt;br /&gt;Você rejeitou ajuda por causa de um orgulho&lt;br /&gt;Ferido...&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que nos resta é apenas cada um com seu peso&lt;br /&gt;Agora o que nos resta é cada um com seu pesar...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não tenho culpa... a culpa é infelizmente toda tua&lt;br /&gt;Pois você teve a opção de escolha...&lt;br /&gt;E você escolheu morrer... aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;E você escolheu se matar... aos poucos&lt;br /&gt;Você simplesmente rejeitou ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Você simplesmente rejeitou a tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Você simplesmente rejeitou a todos.&lt;br /&gt;Agora é só você por si mesmo e mais ninguém...&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo continua a girar ao teu redor&lt;br /&gt;E o relógio continua a tilintar&lt;br /&gt;E o tempo continua a passar&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;você continua a se matar&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;você continua a insistir nos mesmos erros&lt;br /&gt;E&amp;nbsp;você continua a insistir nos mesmos defeitos&lt;br /&gt;Pena que você esta buscando&lt;br /&gt;A própria morte...&lt;br /&gt;Pena que você esta cavando&lt;br /&gt;Tua própria cova...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-436093564430385782?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/436093564430385782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=436093564430385782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/436093564430385782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/436093564430385782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/09/morrendo-aos-poucos.html' title='Morrendo aos poucos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Kln68_gSKk0/Tnz7mGqU73I/AAAAAAAABsM/ouUnRShK0nY/s72-c/anjodm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2494067742610851941</id><published>2011-07-19T16:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T16:48:44.370-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bim'/><title type='text'>Inverno 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRUB3VWjTf4/TiXeu624cPI/AAAAAAAABqM/u96rPJEUr9M/s1600/casal1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="156" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRUB3VWjTf4/TiXeu624cPI/AAAAAAAABqM/u96rPJEUr9M/s200/casal1.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ela via o mundo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ele via o mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Viam sob a mesma luz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Isso é tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E era tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Que havia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Entre os dois em comum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Se conheceram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;No inverno de 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;No vento um prelúdio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Do que viria depois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O frio desculpa se fez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pra ele estender seu casaco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nos ombros dela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O inverno então se desfez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Quando ela em troca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Lhe deu com o olhar um abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O tempo voava pros dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E nem todo o tempo do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Seria o bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Vividos a dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Provavam que a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;É só um instante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2494067742610851941?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2494067742610851941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2494067742610851941' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2494067742610851941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2494067742610851941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/07/inverno-2011.html' title='Inverno 2011'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NRUB3VWjTf4/TiXeu624cPI/AAAAAAAABqM/u96rPJEUr9M/s72-c/casal1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6138631525524178329</id><published>2011-07-18T17:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T17:00:48.532-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Eu Não Entendo a Tua Volta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiUVXnwT8lE/TiSTlH3IEDI/AAAAAAAABp8/X7VpLfAjKxo/s1600/rosa+roxaa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="191" m$="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiUVXnwT8lE/TiSTlH3IEDI/AAAAAAAABp8/X7VpLfAjKxo/s200/rosa+roxaa.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Depois de cinco meses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;em total silencio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Eis que você reaparece..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Fico sem saber o que fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;fico sem saber como reagir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Só me vem a mente o soar da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"Por que você não disse que viria?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Logo agora que eu tinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Me curado das feridas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Que você abriu quando se foi"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Você me ressurge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;cometendo os mesmos erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;cometendo os mesmo pecados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;me fazendo sangrar com teus defeitos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Afinal.. você esquece que eu não sou de ferro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Não vou mentir.. saudades tua eu senti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;mas logo me veio as lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;que me causaram dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;que logo me remeteram ao vazio e a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6138631525524178329?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6138631525524178329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6138631525524178329' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6138631525524178329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6138631525524178329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/07/eu-nao-entendo-tua-volta.html' title='Eu Não Entendo a Tua Volta'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XiUVXnwT8lE/TiSTlH3IEDI/AAAAAAAABp8/X7VpLfAjKxo/s72-c/rosa+roxaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-9222961409080740945</id><published>2011-07-05T19:37:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:18:20.867-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.M'/><title type='text'>Segunda-Feira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSpNdR5QsA/ThOUBm7eu-I/AAAAAAAABo0/-IVSc6AAPkw/s1600/Rosa+roxa.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="150" i$="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSpNdR5QsA/ThOUBm7eu-I/AAAAAAAABo0/-IVSc6AAPkw/s200/Rosa+roxa.JPG" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de grandes surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira também de grandes emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Um telefone que toca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Uma voz do outro lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Que simplesmente faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Meu coração bater.. pulsar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mais forte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Tamanha surpresa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Tamanha emoção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Seja ela boa as vezes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ou não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de grandes surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira também de grandes emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Então surge o sentimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Chamado saudade que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Acompanhado das lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Seja elas boas ou não..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Como no soar da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;“eu me lembro muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Como se fosse amanhã”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de intensidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira de grandes surpresas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Segunda-feira também de grandes emoções.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes boas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Outras vezes não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-9222961409080740945?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/9222961409080740945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=9222961409080740945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/9222961409080740945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/9222961409080740945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/07/segunda-feira.html' title='Segunda-Feira'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bOSpNdR5QsA/ThOUBm7eu-I/AAAAAAAABo0/-IVSc6AAPkw/s72-c/Rosa+roxa.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3802564039146466693</id><published>2011-06-15T17:38:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:19:14.919-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Na Noite Fria</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdnM2xQxAFE/TfkbEtVa1AI/AAAAAAAABoc/rjOA1-82oP4/s1600/Rosa+Preta.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="169" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdnM2xQxAFE/TfkbEtVa1AI/AAAAAAAABoc/rjOA1-82oP4/s200/Rosa+Preta.jpg" t8="true" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Na noite fria &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Vem você me receber de braços e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mas é tarde..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nada do que você me disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;vai mudar o que penso ao teu respeito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nada do que você fizer vai mudar o que passei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nada do que você me disser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;vai mudar o que eu sinto ao teu respeito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Só eu sei o que eu passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;com falsas palavras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Só eu sei o que eu passei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;com falsas promessas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Na noite fria, a tentativa em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;de uma reconciliação..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Você diz que ainda me ama..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Será mesmo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Oh doces palavras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Oh doce ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Na noite fria só me vem a mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;apenas o soar da canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;"eu que não bebo pedi um conhaque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;pra enfrentar o inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;que entra pela porta que você deixou aberta ao sair"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sim.. eu mudei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;mudei com o sofrimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;e com a dor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Sim.. eu mudei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;só não sei se para melhor ou para pior..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mas mudei..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Também aprendi com meus erros e meus defeitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pois sei que tenho as minhas imperfeições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mas você me fez eu me tornar uma pessoa vazia e fria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;e agora quer que eu te receba de braços e abraços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;depois de tudo que você me fez e refez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Não.. Não sou mais ótaria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3802564039146466693?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3802564039146466693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3802564039146466693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3802564039146466693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3802564039146466693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/06/na-noite-fria.html' title='Na Noite Fria'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FdnM2xQxAFE/TfkbEtVa1AI/AAAAAAAABoc/rjOA1-82oP4/s72-c/Rosa+Preta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7556693419747133412</id><published>2011-05-18T10:47:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:24:25.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desilusão</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DNdQOfRKCw/TdPTjjuj7aI/AAAAAAAABm8/Oea8aYCLQbg/s1600/un11titled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608058568845815202" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DNdQOfRKCw/TdPTjjuj7aI/AAAAAAAABm8/Oea8aYCLQbg/s200/un11titled.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Já sofri d+ por amar d+ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Agora sou apenas uma pessoa&lt;br /&gt;fria e vazia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Que não sente mais nada por nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Que não sente mais nada por ninguém..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Como diz a canção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;"Nunca + saiu da minha boca nenhum&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;elogio a nenhuma paixão"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Meu coração está calejado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Meu coração está gelado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Selva de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Deserto freezer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;Você esquece que eu não sou de ferro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;você esquece que eu não sou aço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6600cc;"&gt;então eu faço questão de sangrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-7556693419747133412?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7556693419747133412/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7556693419747133412' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7556693419747133412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7556693419747133412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/05/ja-sofri-d-por-amar-d-agora-sou-apenas.html' title='Desilusão'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--DNdQOfRKCw/TdPTjjuj7aI/AAAAAAAABm8/Oea8aYCLQbg/s72-c/un11titled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3416070384907182198</id><published>2011-04-26T10:14:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T10:17:01.860-03:00</updated><title type='text'>OTempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHJaI9rm0MI/TbbFsTy9TCI/AAAAAAAABkE/6uKXWLAsZwI/s1600/Poema%2BSoliadao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599880551700712482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHJaI9rm0MI/TbbFsTy9TCI/AAAAAAAABkE/6uKXWLAsZwI/s320/Poema%2BSoliadao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBeEs1RyRn8/TbbFbarUB7I/AAAAAAAABj8/zHv7hKjFnlc/s1600/Poema%2BApenas%2BPessoas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599880261489919922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MBeEs1RyRn8/TbbFbarUB7I/AAAAAAAABj8/zHv7hKjFnlc/s320/Poema%2BApenas%2BPessoas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3416070384907182198?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3416070384907182198/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3416070384907182198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3416070384907182198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3416070384907182198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/04/otempo.html' title='OTempo'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gHJaI9rm0MI/TbbFsTy9TCI/AAAAAAAABkE/6uKXWLAsZwI/s72-c/Poema%2BSoliadao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5893197265652211792</id><published>2011-03-21T15:00:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:19:54.891-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Cansada de Ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ejqWtqoc54/TYeVinKSoOI/AAAAAAAABiM/49LMb3arsP0/s1600/cansada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586598284636627170" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ejqWtqoc54/TYeVinKSoOI/AAAAAAAABiM/49LMb3arsP0/s200/cansada.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 145px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;As coisas não funcionam simples assim&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas um telefonema dizendo “Vem aqui”&lt;br /&gt;E pronto.&lt;br /&gt;Não estou ao teu dispor.. Nunca estive.. E nunca vou estar.&lt;br /&gt;Garanto que tempo tu teve pra me avisar que estaria aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mas simplesmente faltou interesse da tua parte&lt;br /&gt;Como sempre faltou e faltará..&lt;br /&gt;Eu te perdoar?&lt;br /&gt;Você vai mudar?&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada das tuas falsas palavras&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada das tuas falsas promessas&lt;br /&gt;Já estou cansada da tua falta de atitude..&lt;br /&gt;Tempo para cumprir tudo o que me prometeu você teve&lt;br /&gt;Mas atitude que é bom nunca vi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5893197265652211792?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5893197265652211792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5893197265652211792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5893197265652211792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5893197265652211792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/03/cansada-de-ti.html' title='Cansada de Ti'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4ejqWtqoc54/TYeVinKSoOI/AAAAAAAABiM/49LMb3arsP0/s72-c/cansada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4970899332028846835</id><published>2011-01-19T15:39:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T22:49:59.198-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>O preço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TTcjo0MCddI/AAAAAAAABc8/7UCjtBl_qUk/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563955048750413266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TTcjo0MCddI/AAAAAAAABc8/7UCjtBl_qUk/s200/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já não tenho mais estomago&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pra suportar tuas canalhices..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já aguentei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já suportei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já te apoiei demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já compartilhei demais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fiz parte dos teus atos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fiz parte dos teus planos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Compartilhei com tuas atitudes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Compartilhei com teus planos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Agora pago pelas atos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e consequencias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Bem que se diz...&lt;br /&gt;"Que o preço que se paga as vezes é alto demais"&lt;br /&gt;E eu paguei esse preço, por algo que eu não cometi...&lt;br /&gt;Paguei devido aos teus atos...&lt;br /&gt;Paguei devido as tuas atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;E as tuas consequências cairam sobre mim.&lt;br /&gt;Então.. Cada um com seu peso? Cada um com seu pesar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4970899332028846835?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4970899332028846835/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4970899332028846835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4970899332028846835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4970899332028846835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-preco.html' title='O preço'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TTcjo0MCddI/AAAAAAAABc8/7UCjtBl_qUk/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5483568141567560395</id><published>2010-11-03T16:01:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:16:56.611-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Pq vc é assim?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNGmL-bKg3I/AAAAAAAABZg/u-cBunbUSck/s1600/purple_rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 199px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535388141680755570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNGmL-bKg3I/AAAAAAAABZg/u-cBunbUSck/s200/purple_rose.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por que você é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre mentindo e engando as pessoas que estão ao teu lado, a tua volta, ao teu redor..&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre cheio de falsas palavras e falsas promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Você pensa que engana a todos..&lt;br /&gt;mas no fundo não percebe que está&lt;br /&gt;enganando apenas a si mesmo..&lt;br /&gt;Por que você é assim?&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ferindo as pessoas com palavras&lt;br /&gt;atos e atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;Como diz a canção "o preço que se paga as vezes é alto d+"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu gosto muito de ti.. eu não te amo.. mas gosto muito de ti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As vezes também tenho pena de ti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Devido aos teus atos e tuas atitudes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tu me provou ser uma pessoa vazia e egoísta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tu não sente nada por ninguém a tua volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não se preocupa e não se importa com as pessoas ao teu redor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não se preocupa e nem se importa com os sentimentos das pessoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tu machuca as pessoas com tuas palavras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tu esquece que as pessoas não são de ferro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Porque você é assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Os tempos são outros.. mas os teus erros são os mesmos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5483568141567560395?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5483568141567560395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5483568141567560395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5483568141567560395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5483568141567560395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/11/pq-vc-e-assim.html' title='Pq vc é assim?'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNGmL-bKg3I/AAAAAAAABZg/u-cBunbUSck/s72-c/purple_rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4199661085485846038</id><published>2010-10-20T16:27:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:56:19.908-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TMnDl0QVCEI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ihvkTHy8p2Q/s1600/0082.png"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533168671651072066" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TMnDl0QVCEI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ihvkTHy8p2Q/s200/0082.png" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 237px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 204px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Falta de tempo&lt;br /&gt;Falta de ar&lt;br /&gt;Preciso respirar&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto sufocada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pressa do mundo moderno&lt;br /&gt;A pressa do mundo atual&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;A pressa do mundo digital&lt;br /&gt;Nos faz abrir mão das coisas&lt;br /&gt;ou das pessoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos em busca de algo&lt;br /&gt;todos sem direção&lt;br /&gt;todos em busca do preenchimento&lt;br /&gt;do vazio do dia-a-dia da solidão..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta de sono&lt;br /&gt;Falta de ar&lt;br /&gt;Falta do que pensar&lt;br /&gt;O silencio da noite&lt;br /&gt;O ruido do vento&lt;br /&gt;O misterio da lua..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Falta de todos&lt;br /&gt;Perdi o sono&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a paz&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a culpa&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/37063229-4199661085485846038?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4199661085485846038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4199661085485846038' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4199661085485846038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4199661085485846038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/10/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TMnDl0QVCEI/AAAAAAAABZQ/ihvkTHy8p2Q/s72-c/0082.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8127379551487428747</id><published>2010-10-20T16:01:00.010-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:16:21.632-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insonia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TL8vJbt57KI/AAAAAAAABVI/lq0Q6x8mZhA/s1600/Quarto_escuro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530190706539883682" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TL8vJbt57KI/AAAAAAAABVI/lq0Q6x8mZhA/s200/Quarto_escuro.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Sábado (16) mais uma vez &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;a insonia tomou conta de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Ontem a insonia tomou conta do meu ser..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;A muito tempo não sentia essa ansiedade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;A muito tempo não sentia essa angustia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Uma estranha sensação não tão boa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não queria Tv para me distrair..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não queria livros para aliviar a minha insonia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Queria apenas algo que me trouxesse alivio imediato..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;E como diz a canção.. quero apenas que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;"a noite caia como uma luva, um diluvio, um delirio"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Já que a insonia insistiu em me acompanhar essa noite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;O que me resta a fazer é ficar mergulhada em meu canto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;é ficar mergulhada em meu quarto escuro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;é ficar mergulhada em minha doce solidão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Em uma madrugada vazia e fria..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;A insonia nos remete a "lembraças do futuro que a gente merecia"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;E eu me pergunto.. "Como chamar a atenção de uma cidade que dorme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;enquanto a gente infelizmente não?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Então.. eu que não sei perder.. perdi o sono na escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8127379551487428747?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8127379551487428747/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8127379551487428747' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8127379551487428747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8127379551487428747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/10/insonia.html' title='Insonia'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TL8vJbt57KI/AAAAAAAABVI/lq0Q6x8mZhA/s72-c/Quarto_escuro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8072510773126521414</id><published>2010-09-17T10:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:14:37.450-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Lembranças x Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TJNw95sN04I/AAAAAAAABTc/5oUpa5NubtQ/s1600/Lembrancas-De-Amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517878177219597186" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TJNw95sN04I/AAAAAAAABTc/5oUpa5NubtQ/s320/Lembrancas-De-Amor.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 175px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 270px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399; font-size: small;"&gt;Sempre me lembro de quando e como a gente se conheceu...&lt;br /&gt;Nos conhecemos de uma maneira tão simples e singela...&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mentir... A saudade ta batendo e ta doendo...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das nossas conversas..&lt;br /&gt;Longas por telefone... Por mensagens... Pessoalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos teus sorrisos...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas risadas...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas histórias...&lt;br /&gt;Repetidas e mal contadas...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas implicâncias...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas teimosias...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas idéias loucas...&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes não executadas...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade das tuas composições&lt;br /&gt;Efetuadas nos locais mais loucos e inusitados...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto te dizer tanta coisa...&lt;br /&gt;Não disse nada por medo de qual seria a tua reação...&lt;br /&gt;Talvez você não tivesse reação alguma...&lt;br /&gt;Ou talvez apenas me abraçasse...&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto fazer tanta coisa contigo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas também não fiz nada por mais uma vez ter medo&lt;br /&gt;De qual seria tua reação...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo com os mesmos desejos...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo com os mesmos pensamentos...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8072510773126521414?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8072510773126521414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8072510773126521414' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8072510773126521414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8072510773126521414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/09/lembrancas-x-saudade.html' title='Lembranças x Saudade'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TJNw95sN04I/AAAAAAAABTc/5oUpa5NubtQ/s72-c/Lembrancas-De-Amor.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1338926906221755436</id><published>2010-09-01T14:19:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:25:00.426-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Mais uma vez..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNL83G40BmI/AAAAAAAABZo/-dW1tmHZVys/s1600/Fallen-Angel-Anjo-Caido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535764915663668834" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNL83G40BmI/AAAAAAAABZo/-dW1tmHZVys/s320/Fallen-Angel-Anjo-Caido.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 262px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 254px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;vc me iludiu..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;vc me enganou..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;você me fez sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;você brincou com os meus sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;você me machucou..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;você me fez sangrar..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;você me fez sangrar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Sempre com falsas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com falsas promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer..&lt;br /&gt;Meu nome é mesmo Otária!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-1338926906221755436?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1338926906221755436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=1338926906221755436' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1338926906221755436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1338926906221755436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/09/mais-uma-vez.html' title='Mais uma vez..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TNL83G40BmI/AAAAAAAABZo/-dW1tmHZVys/s72-c/Fallen-Angel-Anjo-Caido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5859936824638069534</id><published>2010-08-25T17:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:18:41.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/THV7Pyo2cnI/AAAAAAAABRA/kB8cEVl9g2A/s1600/V9J76CA71ICE1CANHQKNZCA9T9XZ0CAV7NZUPCAWRJU57CARRXWHFCAVG8M8ECA8M176MCAJTSJ3WCAEZNYY3CAA4YZ14CAWTW29UCAO68Z3XCA1EW99YCARHE1IJCA3S7PV5CA0UQHM1CAJLQ1H8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 275px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509445230379037298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/THV7Pyo2cnI/AAAAAAAABRA/kB8cEVl9g2A/s400/V9J76CA71ICE1CANHQKNZCA9T9XZ0CAV7NZUPCAWRJU57CARRXWHFCAVG8M8ECA8M176MCAJTSJ3WCAEZNYY3CAA4YZ14CAWTW29UCAO68Z3XCA1EW99YCARHE1IJCA3S7PV5CA0UQHM1CAJLQ1H8.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tento organizar meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada contribui..&lt;br /&gt;As idéias pairam no ar&lt;br /&gt;Em meio ao nada..&lt;br /&gt;E em meio ao vazio&lt;br /&gt;Paro, penso e nada se firma..&lt;br /&gt;Olho para os lados&lt;br /&gt;Todos e tudo se movimentam ao meu redor..&lt;br /&gt;Mas meus pensamentos continuam&lt;br /&gt;Pairando no ar..&lt;br /&gt;Olho para o nada e nada vejo&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei mais o que é verdade&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que é desejo..&lt;br /&gt;Nessa tarde de domingo&lt;br /&gt;Vento frio..&lt;br /&gt;Céu cinza&lt;br /&gt;Ar pesado..&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças constantes&lt;br /&gt;Saudade a tona..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5859936824638069534?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5859936824638069534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5859936824638069534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5859936824638069534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5859936824638069534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/08/pensamentos.html' title='Pensamentos..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/THV7Pyo2cnI/AAAAAAAABRA/kB8cEVl9g2A/s72-c/V9J76CA71ICE1CANHQKNZCA9T9XZ0CAV7NZUPCAWRJU57CARRXWHFCAVG8M8ECA8M176MCAJTSJ3WCAEZNYY3CAA4YZ14CAWTW29UCAO68Z3XCA1EW99YCARHE1IJCA3S7PV5CA0UQHM1CAJLQ1H8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6403144194134239682</id><published>2010-07-15T12:40:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:19:02.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8sEVxP-cI/AAAAAAAABNs/gWLO914PPH8/s1600/janela.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494158523490105794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8sEVxP-cI/AAAAAAAABNs/gWLO914PPH8/s200/janela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cansei de sofrer e estarei mentidndo&lt;br /&gt;se disser que não sofro +..&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sofro.. mas sofro calada..&lt;br /&gt;Pois também tenho sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de chorar pois a dor&lt;br /&gt;que sinto é grande..&lt;br /&gt;Mas a raiva que sinto de ti não deixa..&lt;br /&gt;Tento chorar.. tirar essa dor de dentro&lt;br /&gt;de mim.. dor que me sufoca..&lt;br /&gt;dor que me angustia..&lt;br /&gt;Mas a dor é maior.. dor que me domina..&lt;br /&gt;dor que toma conta do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;do meu viver..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração ainda sofre&lt;br /&gt;meu coração ainda há de sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se fecham&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de chorar feridas que não se curam..&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimentos que só me trazem e me causam&lt;br /&gt;imensa dor e angustia..&lt;br /&gt;Já sofri demais.. sei que ainda vou sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Um sofrimento há mais..&lt;br /&gt;um sofrimento há menos já não faz&lt;br /&gt;a menor diferença..&lt;br /&gt;Já estou acostumada a sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Já estou acostumada a sangrar. &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/37063229-6403144194134239682?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6403144194134239682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6403144194134239682' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6403144194134239682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6403144194134239682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/cansei-de-sofrer-e-estarei-mentidndo-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8sEVxP-cI/AAAAAAAABNs/gWLO914PPH8/s72-c/janela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-40077782361579273</id><published>2010-07-15T12:39:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:19:19.852-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8r4useA0I/AAAAAAAABNk/6ZeJF590gDg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494158324022510402" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8r4useA0I/AAAAAAAABNk/6ZeJF590gDg/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A cicatriz ainda permanece aberta&lt;br /&gt;e não sei por quanto tempo ainda permanecerá&lt;br /&gt;Espero que um dia desapareca..&lt;br /&gt;Mas até então ainda está aberta..&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não se cicatrisou..&lt;br /&gt;Ainda dói.. acompanhada da canção&lt;br /&gt;"dores que ninguém nunca sentiu é o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;mais comum".&lt;br /&gt;Sei que chorar não vai resolver o meu problema&lt;br /&gt;Mas vai aliviar a dor que estou sentindo..&lt;br /&gt;A angustia que está me doendo.. me machucando..&lt;br /&gt;me sufocando.. me matando..&lt;br /&gt;Então me deixe chorar..&lt;br /&gt;me deixe sangrar..&lt;br /&gt;me deixe amar..&lt;br /&gt;me deixe odiar..&lt;br /&gt;me deixe sonhar..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me deixe..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-40077782361579273?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/40077782361579273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=40077782361579273' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/40077782361579273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/40077782361579273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/cicatriz-ainda-permanece-aberta-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8r4useA0I/AAAAAAAABNk/6ZeJF590gDg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5344269448545538307</id><published>2010-07-15T12:27:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:19:41.415-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8o-FtyMgI/AAAAAAAABNc/kaWtiye-yMg/s1600/janela%2Bsolid%25C3%25A3o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494155117566505474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8o-FtyMgI/AAAAAAAABNc/kaWtiye-yMg/s200/janela%2Bsolid%25C3%25A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;No soar da canção&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer meu nome é otaria..&lt;br /&gt;Quero lutar pelo que amo&lt;br /&gt;mas luto por um amor perdido..&lt;br /&gt;Será causa perdida?&lt;br /&gt;Será meu nome otaria?&lt;br /&gt;Por apenas querer algo talvez&lt;br /&gt;insano ou até profano..&lt;br /&gt;Um amor perdido.. Em vão..&lt;br /&gt;Desde o inicio eu já sabia&lt;br /&gt;era só questão de dia&lt;br /&gt;pra um dia acontecer&lt;br /&gt;pra um dia eu te perder..&lt;br /&gt;Eu continuando a lutar&lt;br /&gt;por m amor perdido..&lt;br /&gt;Será eu louca por não conseguir&lt;br /&gt;odiar ninguém?&lt;br /&gt;Será eu louca por continuar&lt;br /&gt;a amar alguém?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5344269448545538307?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5344269448545538307/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5344269448545538307' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5344269448545538307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5344269448545538307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-soar-da-cancao-muito-prazer-meu-nome.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8o-FtyMgI/AAAAAAAABNc/kaWtiye-yMg/s72-c/janela%2Bsolid%25C3%25A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8545638841217564955</id><published>2010-07-15T12:24:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:20:00.637-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Solidão.. Cidade.. Caos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8od7JyhnI/AAAAAAAABNU/iFSSzbRoVmc/s1600/CANSEI%2BDA%2BSOLID%25C3%2583O.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494154564975363698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8od7JyhnI/AAAAAAAABNU/iFSSzbRoVmc/s200/CANSEI%2BDA%2BSOLID%25C3%2583O.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Solidão e cidade&lt;br /&gt;Cidade e caos&lt;br /&gt;Multidão e solidão&lt;br /&gt;Rosto e retrato&lt;br /&gt;Rosto e máscara&lt;br /&gt;Palco e platéia&lt;br /&gt;Real e abstrato&lt;br /&gt;Loucura e lucidez&lt;br /&gt;Mentira e verdade&lt;br /&gt;Realidade e fantasia&lt;br /&gt;Guerra e paz&lt;br /&gt;Amor e odio&lt;br /&gt;Atitude e aparência&lt;br /&gt;Sons e silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Oculto e obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Sagrado e profano&lt;br /&gt;Presença e ausencia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mundo profano&lt;br /&gt;Mundo insano&lt;br /&gt;Mundo sagrado&lt;br /&gt;Mundo oculto&lt;br /&gt;Mundo obscuro&lt;br /&gt;Mundo sujo&lt;br /&gt;Pra onde vão essas pessoas&lt;br /&gt;sem direção que nunca param?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou fria&lt;br /&gt;Sou vazia..&lt;br /&gt;Sou calculista&lt;br /&gt;Sou vingativa..&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de matar&lt;br /&gt;Sou capaz de morrer..&lt;br /&gt;Eu minto&lt;br /&gt;Eu sofro&lt;br /&gt;Eu choro..&lt;br /&gt;Ando só&lt;br /&gt;Sonho só&lt;br /&gt;Vivo só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas insensiveis..&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas insensatas..&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas insanas..&lt;br /&gt;de seus atos e atitudes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8545638841217564955?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8545638841217564955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8545638841217564955' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8545638841217564955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8545638841217564955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/solidao-e-cidade-cidade-e-caos-multidao.html' title='Solidão.. 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WIDTH: 170px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494152437819951394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8miG4aySI/AAAAAAAABNE/Qfyo9SUv0F4/s200/untitled5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cinco da manha nada diferente&lt;br /&gt;chegamos finalmente ao dia de amanha..&lt;br /&gt;Cinco da manha apenas o brilho da lua&lt;br /&gt;a leve brisa a me tocar..&lt;br /&gt;Cinco da manha a espera de um novo dia&lt;br /&gt;e eu trago comigo os estragos da noite&lt;br /&gt;que insistem em me acompanhar..&lt;br /&gt;Cinco da manha e a leve brisa&lt;br /&gt;já não existe mais..&lt;br /&gt;Existe agora apenas o sol&lt;br /&gt;a me queimar..&lt;br /&gt;Cinco da tarde chego em casa&lt;br /&gt;do trabalho quase viva..&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem gosta de nós isso&lt;br /&gt;é um prato cheio..&lt;br /&gt;Cinco da tarde calor escaudante&lt;br /&gt;cansaço ao extremo..&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/37063229-6072084593070061221?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6072084593070061221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6072084593070061221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6072084593070061221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6072084593070061221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/cinco-da-manha-nada-diferente-chegamos.html' title='Cinco'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8miG4aySI/AAAAAAAABNE/Qfyo9SUv0F4/s72-c/untitled5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8071115782037290081</id><published>2010-07-15T11:59:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:21:17.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8iz3cA1cI/AAAAAAAABM8/BGIWvFPDAUE/s1600/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494148344865412546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8iz3cA1cI/AAAAAAAABM8/BGIWvFPDAUE/s200/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pela janela eu vejo a vida passar&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo girando ao meu redor&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sonhos, tantos planos&lt;br /&gt;vao se embora..&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei em quem mais eu posso acreditar&lt;br /&gt;so sei que tenho duvidas em meu olhar..&lt;br /&gt;Os gestos mais banais&lt;br /&gt;as cituaçoes mais cotidianas&lt;br /&gt;farois nos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;cegam mais do que iluminam&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo paralizado&lt;br /&gt;a espera de um movimento qualquer..&lt;br /&gt;Nao sao as explicacoes que nos levam&lt;br /&gt;para a frente.. e sim a nossa vontade&lt;br /&gt;de seguir adiante.&lt;br /&gt;O ser em busca de resposta&lt;br /&gt;e o mundo girando a sua volta&lt;br /&gt;e a total falta de tempo.. do ser&lt;br /&gt;correndo atras de algo&lt;br /&gt;que talvez nunca conseguira alcançar&lt;br /&gt;uma brisa.. uma bruma paira no ar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da janela minha lágrima acompanha&lt;br /&gt;a chuva que cai lá fora..&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a solidão e ao caos..&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a paixão e a desiluzão..&lt;br /&gt;Da janela eu vejo a selva de concreto..&lt;br /&gt;A cidade cresce e tudo fica cada vez menor..&lt;br /&gt;Mudam os tempos..&lt;br /&gt;Mudam as vontades..&lt;br /&gt;Desejo por tempo&lt;br /&gt;o tempo todo..&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/37063229-8071115782037290081?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8071115782037290081/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8071115782037290081' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8071115782037290081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8071115782037290081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TD8iz3cA1cI/AAAAAAAABM8/BGIWvFPDAUE/s72-c/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5250255754339245112</id><published>2010-06-13T15:42:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:01:24.702-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Vc só me faz sofrer..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBUnGK2Zc5I/AAAAAAAABK8/Y3wVZBsngRQ/s1600/violencia-domestica-280508.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482331108338660242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBUnGK2Zc5I/AAAAAAAABK8/Y3wVZBsngRQ/s200/violencia-domestica-280508.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 184px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Você só sabe me fazer sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Você só sabe me fazer chorar..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com falsas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Sempre com falsas promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Muito prazer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Meu nome é mesmo Otária!&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei em você..&lt;br /&gt;E você mais uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente brincou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;com os meus sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Você se esquece que eu não sou de ferro..&lt;br /&gt;Que também sofro e choro..&lt;br /&gt;Afinal.. Tenho sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas uma garota que&lt;br /&gt;Já estou acostumada a sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Já estou acostumada com a dor..&lt;br /&gt;Já estou acostumada a sangrar..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez você preferiu me fazer&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer.. Me fazer chorar.. Me fazer sangrar..&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/37063229-5250255754339245112?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5250255754339245112/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5250255754339245112' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5250255754339245112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5250255754339245112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/06/blog-post.html' title='Vc só me faz sofrer..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBUnGK2Zc5I/AAAAAAAABK8/Y3wVZBsngRQ/s72-c/violencia-domestica-280508.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1811676824211781105</id><published>2010-06-11T14:03:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:34:25.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Violência Travestida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBJtlS96KVI/AAAAAAAABKg/2B-FDBtTNww/s1600/arma_assalto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481564183977404754" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBJtlS96KVI/AAAAAAAABKg/2B-FDBtTNww/s200/arma_assalto.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 142px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tanto se fala, tanto se ouve, tanto se pensa sobre a violência, mas nada se faz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso, não considero como coisa do destino e sim como azar mesmo da minha irmã que é a única pessoa que amo nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Pois em uma semana ela foi assaltada duas vezes, e felizmente os assaltos terminaram com apenas a perda de bens materiais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de quatro homens (filhos de uma boa mãe) resolveram assaltar um ônibus da linha 62, após as 23 horas, próximo a estação são Gabriel na Avenida Cristiano machado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos estavam encapuzados e armados. O que eles queriam?&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o cofre do ônibus (com coisa que teria muito dinheiro por lá, devido à criação do cartão bhbus), o abuso era tanto dos caras que enquanto o motorista era rendido por um deles com a arma na cabeça e obrigado a seguir viagem fora do itinerário, rumo ao bairro morro alto os outros três caras faziam a “festa”, levando tudo o que tinha direito dos passageiros que voltavam do trabalho, da escola após um dia exaustivo. Bolsas, mochilas, documentos, dinheiro, celulares foram tudo roubado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que essas pessoas terão de direito? Apenas o direito de registrar uma queixa que provavelmente não resultara em nada, coisa que sempre acontece. Consequências desse assalto? Pessoas assustadas, traumatizadas é o mínimo que essa violência vai deixar como marca até se tornar apenas uma lembrança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como somos frágeis!&lt;br /&gt;Uma bala perdida encontra alguém perdido, encontra abrigo num corpo que passa por ali.. Nos mata ou até mesmo nos priva dos movimentos mais básicos.&lt;br /&gt;Quantas tragédias estão cada vez mais perto de nós, rondando a nossa rua, rondando a nossa casa, entrando em nosso portão, invadindo nossa sala no horário nobre da TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E uma estranha sensação de impotência me acompanha por não poder fazer nada pela pessoa que eu amo e quero proteger.. Apenas uma total insegurança no peito.. uma total insegurança na alma..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nessa terra sem lei, onde quem deveria estar preso, está solto e quem deveria estar livre está preso entre muros e grades em busca de uma falsa e ilusória proteção.&lt;br /&gt;Entre muros e grades, nas grandes cidades vivemos presos em nossas casas a procura da tal segurança, tentando assim fugir e se proteger de um possível assalto, de um possível seqüestro, de uma possível morte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvimos, vemos casos absurdos de se acreditar sobre a violência:&lt;br /&gt;Pai que mata filho, filho que mata os pais, homem que bate em mulher, crianças violentadas, assaltos são constantes. Muitas são as formas de violência que são praticadas diariamente contra a sociedade, contra os familiares, contra nós mesmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A violência dói pra quem sente, dói pra quem vê, mas a dor logo passa mas deixa marcas, feridas e cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;A violência se tornou banal, corriqueira do dia-a-dia, está nas manchetes, nas paginas dos jornais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda somos violentos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais violentos verbalmente do que fisicamente, mais intencionalmente do que explicitamente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-1811676824211781105?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1811676824211781105/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=1811676824211781105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1811676824211781105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1811676824211781105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/06/violencia-travestida.html' title='A Violência Travestida'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TBJtlS96KVI/AAAAAAAABKg/2B-FDBtTNww/s72-c/arma_assalto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8935980805672616319</id><published>2010-06-08T13:49:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:22:23.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem você não dá</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50rUVAr6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/gM5QNQ6cHvE/s1600/piano+rosa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 249px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480446084096503714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50rUVAr6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/gM5QNQ6cHvE/s200/piano+rosa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Penso no passado&lt;br /&gt;nas mtas coisas que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;meus erros.. meus acertos..&lt;br /&gt;momentos que comigo voce viveu.&lt;br /&gt;Penso no futuro&lt;br /&gt;nao sei o que pode me acontecer..&lt;br /&gt;meus erros.. meus acertos..&lt;br /&gt;momentos que contigo eu quero ter.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o presente&lt;br /&gt;somente pensando em ti&lt;br /&gt;com os meus erros e os meus acertos&lt;br /&gt;so voce consegue me entender.&lt;br /&gt;Vivo o presente&lt;br /&gt;as vezes com medo de te perder..&lt;br /&gt;pra mim voce é tudo..&lt;br /&gt;é tudo o que eu quero ter.&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/37063229-8935980805672616319?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8935980805672616319/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8935980805672616319' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8935980805672616319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8935980805672616319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/06/sem-voce-nao-da.html' title='Sem você não dá'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50rUVAr6I/AAAAAAAABJ4/gM5QNQ6cHvE/s72-c/piano+rosa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7736445022910937063</id><published>2010-06-08T13:46:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:22:42.913-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Sei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50W4NkuwI/AAAAAAAABJw/i2aj4MhsKYE/s1600/rosa+sobre+piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 252px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 201px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480445732951735042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50W4NkuwI/AAAAAAAABJw/i2aj4MhsKYE/s200/rosa+sobre+piano.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por que voce me trata assim?&lt;br /&gt;como se nao gostasse mais de mim?&lt;br /&gt;por que voce é tao radical?&lt;br /&gt;e sempre se acha o tal?&lt;br /&gt;Se voce nao me ama mais..&lt;br /&gt;se voce nao me quer mais..&lt;br /&gt;nao enrole.. fale logo..&lt;br /&gt;deixe o sentimento para tras..&lt;br /&gt;Já nao aguento mais..&lt;br /&gt;eu sou sempre a errada&lt;br /&gt;e voce nada faz..&lt;br /&gt;Ja nao sei o que fazer..&lt;br /&gt;nao sei se vome me quer&lt;br /&gt;nem se eu quero voce..&lt;br /&gt;Se voce nao me ama mais..&lt;br /&gt;se voce nao me quer mais..&lt;br /&gt;nao enrole.. fale logo..&lt;br /&gt;deixe o sentimento para tras..&lt;br /&gt;Me aceite como eu sou..&lt;br /&gt;nao me peça pra mudar..&lt;br /&gt;nao existe a pessoa perfeita&lt;br /&gt;pra amar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-7736445022910937063?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7736445022910937063/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7736445022910937063' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7736445022910937063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7736445022910937063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/06/nada-sei.html' title='Nada Sei'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TA50W4NkuwI/AAAAAAAABJw/i2aj4MhsKYE/s72-c/rosa+sobre+piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5110451787497708950</id><published>2010-05-31T09:23:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:23:06.151-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Teus atos e atitudes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOseQtXY0I/AAAAAAAABI4/VRkroNHxVP8/s1600/db5ad07f068b5fde94a33d02b9331f43a2fa84d1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477411207693951810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOseQtXY0I/AAAAAAAABI4/VRkroNHxVP8/s200/db5ad07f068b5fde94a33d02b9331f43a2fa84d1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você e os teus pecados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você e os teus atos impensados..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Atos insanos e até profanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você só se preocupa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;com o teu próprio umbigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca se importanto com os sentimentos dos outros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como diz a canção.. "Doa a quem doer, doe sangue"..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você se esquece que tuas palavras ferem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Que teus atos e atitudes causam dor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você esquece que as pessoas também tem sentimentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;pois afinal.. ninguém é de ferro.. e sim todos seres humanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Alguns humanos demais.. outros mais humanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você só se preocupa com os teus sentimentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;na tua satisfação.. no teu prazer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nunca se importanto se isso irá fazer o outro sofrer.. sangrar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Egoísmo da tua parte?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez sim.. Talvez não..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez seja somente atos impensavéis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;para apenas satisfações de momentos!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/ Freudstone&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/37063229-5110451787497708950?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5110451787497708950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5110451787497708950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5110451787497708950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5110451787497708950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/05/teus-atos-e-atitudes.html' title='Teus atos e atitudes'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOseQtXY0I/AAAAAAAABI4/VRkroNHxVP8/s72-c/db5ad07f068b5fde94a33d02b9331f43a2fa84d1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-935907299232898194</id><published>2010-05-07T14:49:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:23:40.808-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-RWSSQ04oI/AAAAAAAABHQ/YAzQjPVtc1c/s1600/lagrimas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468590719674671746" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-RWSSQ04oI/AAAAAAAABHQ/YAzQjPVtc1c/s200/lagrimas.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Obrigada por mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;me fazer chorar..&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez tuas palavras&lt;br /&gt;me feriram.. Injustamente!&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca te fiz mal algum..&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca pensei em te fazer mal algum..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sempre te tratei bem..&lt;br /&gt;Quero te ver bem..&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tudo.. Acima de tudo você!&lt;br /&gt;Como diz a canção..&lt;br /&gt;Se fosse fácil achar o caminho das pedras&lt;br /&gt;tantas pedras no caminho não seriam ruim..&lt;br /&gt;É sempre mais fácil fazer como tudo mundo faz&lt;br /&gt;colocar a culpa dos teus problemas no outro..&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho os meus problemas e você tem os teus..&lt;br /&gt;Então cada um com seu peso..&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com seu pesar..&lt;br /&gt;Cada um com suas atitudes.. e consequencias&lt;br /&gt;O preço que se paga as vezes é alto demais..&lt;br /&gt;E eu não vou pagar por algo que não fiz..&lt;br /&gt;A culpa é tua.. o erro é todo teu..&lt;br /&gt;Diga a verdade ao menos uma vez na vida!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/ Freudstone&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/37063229-935907299232898194?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/935907299232898194/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=935907299232898194' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/935907299232898194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/935907299232898194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/05/lagrimas.html' title='Lágrimas'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-RWSSQ04oI/AAAAAAAABHQ/YAzQjPVtc1c/s72-c/lagrimas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2089697026198627124</id><published>2010-05-04T16:46:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:23:59.654-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-B6ZsZ_VCI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cl2n2O8ZkFc/s1600/41498_1228526019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 161px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467504529463268386" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-B6ZsZ_VCI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cl2n2O8ZkFc/s320/41498_1228526019.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Procurei palavras para dar explicaçao&lt;br /&gt;a dor que eu sentia.. era a dor da desilusao..&lt;br /&gt;fazendo assim aumentar a minha indecisao..&lt;br /&gt;acreditei que podia ser feliz ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;mas percebi que seria um sonho nao realizado..&lt;br /&gt;Perdi voce.. perdi tua amizade..&lt;br /&gt;voce quem quiz assim..&lt;br /&gt;por uma simples bobagem..&lt;br /&gt;por que voce nunca consegue me entender?&lt;br /&gt;Por que voce me trata assim?&lt;br /&gt;como se nao gostasse mais de mim?&lt;br /&gt;por que voce é tao radical?&lt;br /&gt;e sempre se acha o tal?&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu so quero ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;nao pensando mais em ti&lt;br /&gt;brincando com o meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;e voce sempre achando que esta&lt;br /&gt;sempre com a razao.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2089697026198627124?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2089697026198627124/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2089697026198627124' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2089697026198627124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2089697026198627124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/05/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S-B6ZsZ_VCI/AAAAAAAABGw/Cl2n2O8ZkFc/s72-c/41498_1228526019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-428618969560335942</id><published>2010-04-16T14:57:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:24:18.373-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S8ilZrDAh_I/AAAAAAAABGc/iT-c5i3UsJ4/s1600/22186_000zcgkk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 228px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460796408657381362" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S8ilZrDAh_I/AAAAAAAABGc/iT-c5i3UsJ4/s200/22186_000zcgkk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Na madrugada fria&lt;br /&gt;eu estava sozinha&lt;br /&gt;pensando em voce..&lt;br /&gt;andava pelas ruas&lt;br /&gt;sem saber pra onde ir&lt;br /&gt;so pensando em te seguir..&lt;br /&gt;A lua iluminava o ceu&lt;br /&gt;enqto a minha lagrima molhava o chao&lt;br /&gt;e a lembrança do teu rosto em meu pensamento&lt;br /&gt;so aumentava a dor em meu coraçao..&lt;br /&gt;Pra qualquer lugar que eu va&lt;br /&gt;lembro so de voce..&lt;br /&gt;pra qualquer lugar que eu olhe&lt;br /&gt;so vejo voce..&lt;br /&gt;Voce passou em minha vida&lt;br /&gt;deixando uma desilusao..&lt;br /&gt;fazendo assim aumentar&lt;br /&gt;a minha indecisao..&lt;br /&gt;acreditei que podia ser&lt;br /&gt;feliz ao teu lado..&lt;br /&gt;mas percebi que seria um sonho&lt;br /&gt;em vao..&lt;br /&gt;Eu gosto de voce&lt;br /&gt;mas to tentando te esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;mas a lembrança do teu rosto&lt;br /&gt;so me faz cada dia mais sofrer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-428618969560335942?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/428618969560335942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=428618969560335942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/428618969560335942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/428618969560335942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S8ilZrDAh_I/AAAAAAAABGc/iT-c5i3UsJ4/s72-c/22186_000zcgkk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7416421376009941942</id><published>2010-03-31T15:51:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:02:14.806-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimento.. Sofrimento..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7Oa0Dt2ceI/AAAAAAAABCw/FWdLgPYTu2g/s1600/luto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454873792817295842" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7Oa0Dt2ceI/AAAAAAAABCw/FWdLgPYTu2g/s400/luto.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 193px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 243px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Hoje o céu esta pesado&lt;br /&gt;vem chegando um temporal..&lt;br /&gt;Tempo nublado&lt;br /&gt;silencio de chumbo..&lt;br /&gt;Nuvens negras do passado&lt;br /&gt;angustia no peito..&lt;br /&gt;Misturada a dor e sentimento..&lt;br /&gt;Misturada a dor e sofriemento..&lt;br /&gt;Dores que ninguem nunca sentiu&lt;br /&gt;é o sentimento mais comum..&lt;br /&gt;Vento frio na solidao de um quarto escuro&lt;br /&gt;vento frio na solidao da alma..&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo passa.. talvez essa dor&lt;br /&gt;misturada a angustia&lt;br /&gt;saia da minha alma..&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a dose que salva?&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a dose letal?&lt;br /&gt;Pra quem gosta de nós&lt;br /&gt;é um prato cheio..&lt;br /&gt;ver o sentimento e a dor alheia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-7416421376009941942?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7416421376009941942/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7416421376009941942' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7416421376009941942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7416421376009941942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post_31.html' title='Sentimento.. Sofrimento..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7Oa0Dt2ceI/AAAAAAAABCw/FWdLgPYTu2g/s72-c/luto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6202820962948195013</id><published>2010-03-31T15:44:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:25:01.280-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Ferimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OYO_3NLtI/AAAAAAAABCo/kUyKaHPB8JI/s1600/luto-7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 222px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454870957104377554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OYO_3NLtI/AAAAAAAABCo/kUyKaHPB8JI/s400/luto-7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Hoje tuas palavras mais uma vez me feriram..&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo bem.. Ja me acostumei ao sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;e a grosseria de tuas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Certa vez tu me pediu pra eu nunca te deixar..&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se foi um pedido sincero..&lt;br /&gt;ou só da boca pra fora..&lt;br /&gt;Carrego comigo essa incerteza..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei pela dor dela..&lt;br /&gt;Chorei pela tua dor..&lt;br /&gt;Chorei pela minha dor..&lt;br /&gt;Afinal você esquece que eu não sou de ferro&lt;br /&gt;também tenho razões pra chorar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu me machucou e muito..&lt;br /&gt;E a ferida ainda esta aberta..&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que a ferida um dia se feche..&lt;br /&gt;A cikatriz permanecerá..&lt;br /&gt;E a lembrança da dor ressurgirá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que se passa na tua cabeça&lt;br /&gt;muito menos no teu coração..&lt;br /&gt;Tu me pede pra sair da tua vida&lt;br /&gt;e depois diz que não!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P/ Freudstone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6202820962948195013?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6202820962948195013/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6202820962948195013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6202820962948195013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6202820962948195013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='Ferimentos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OYO_3NLtI/AAAAAAAABCo/kUyKaHPB8JI/s72-c/luto-7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8475097611123667338</id><published>2010-03-31T15:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:25:24.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu vazio é eterno</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OWJtMvD4I/AAAAAAAABCg/XXJWoMS0sEY/s1600/17238369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454868667171803010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OWJtMvD4I/AAAAAAAABCg/XXJWoMS0sEY/s400/17238369.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feche a porta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;esqueça o barulho..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feche os olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;na solidão de um quarto escuro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;As vezes fico pelos cantos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quieta, mergulhada no meu pranto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sinto uma estranha sensação boa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Onde minhas palavras são poucas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu sorriso é curto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minha tristeza é temporaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minhas lágrimas são poucas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minha alegria é curta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu silêncio é temporario..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minha dor é passageira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu vazio é eterno!&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/37063229-8475097611123667338?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8475097611123667338/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8475097611123667338' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8475097611123667338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8475097611123667338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/meu-vazio-e-eterno.html' title='Meu vazio é eterno'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S7OWJtMvD4I/AAAAAAAABCg/XXJWoMS0sEY/s72-c/17238369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8470287032967422304</id><published>2010-03-13T18:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:25:52.490-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Confusao de Sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S5wIVLVAwGI/AAAAAAAABBE/-Cqaa_m_-vc/s1600-h/insonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 156px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448238809122652258" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S5wIVLVAwGI/AAAAAAAABBE/-Cqaa_m_-vc/s200/insonia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje lágrimas rolam sob minha face..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um sentimento estranho me sufoca..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E me causa imensa dor e angustia ao mesmo tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em minha cabeça.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;passam mil pensamentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E nada ao mesmo tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tudo esta vazio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Frio e sombrio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Talvez essa seja a sensaçao de perder alguém..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um alguém que só se quer bem..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Então agora restara a saudade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que logo se transformara em lembrança..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que se tornarao suaves e tristes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E logo nos remetera a magoa da lembrança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;da ausencia da pessoa querida..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vontade de gritar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nada pra dizer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Quero apenas aliviar essa dor dentro de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;P/ Freudstone&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/37063229-8470287032967422304?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8470287032967422304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8470287032967422304' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8470287032967422304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8470287032967422304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/confusao-de-sentimentos.html' title='Confusao de Sentimentos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S5wIVLVAwGI/AAAAAAAABBE/-Cqaa_m_-vc/s72-c/insonia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2667839121903074537</id><published>2010-03-12T13:47:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T16:08:07.024-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Morte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Debs'/><title type='text'>Dores Que Ninguém Nunca Sentiu..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S5pwP5qfQCI/AAAAAAAABA8/CfXX5AJkomk/s1600-h/db5ad07f068b5fde94a33d02b9331f43a2fa84d1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOoPenOc8I/AAAAAAAABIw/11o5jqoz7T0/s1600/rosa%2520e%2520piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477406555681747906" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOoPenOc8I/AAAAAAAABIw/11o5jqoz7T0/s200/rosa%2520e%2520piano.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 149px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 230px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Entre as tristezas &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S5pwP5qfQCI/AAAAAAAABA8/CfXX5AJkomk/s1600-h/db5ad07f068b5fde94a33d02b9331f43a2fa84d1.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre os rancores&lt;br /&gt;entre as dores&lt;br /&gt;da vida..&lt;br /&gt;Está a dor da morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor doi e passa&lt;br /&gt;mas logo volta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Em meio as lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;a dor fica sufocada..&lt;br /&gt;e volta com a intensidade..&lt;br /&gt;e temos que aprender&lt;br /&gt;a conviver com a dor da&lt;br /&gt;saudade.. junto a lembrança..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é a vida?&lt;br /&gt;É o vazio maldito&lt;br /&gt;que acompanha a todos&lt;br /&gt;na dor da alma..&lt;br /&gt;Será apenas uma etapa sofrida&lt;br /&gt;da vida?&lt;br /&gt;Marcada pela dor infinita&lt;br /&gt;E não podemos detê-la?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No olhar cheio de lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;As dores dos que ficam&lt;br /&gt;intenso sofrimento..&lt;br /&gt;grande dor e angústia&lt;br /&gt;E a paz serena de quem parte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo temos o conforto no peito..&lt;br /&gt;a dor latente.. como a saudade..&lt;br /&gt;lembrança suave e triste ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;de um bem do qual se está privado..&lt;br /&gt;magoa que nos causa a ausência da pessoa querida..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então ficam as lembranças..&lt;br /&gt;O tempo passou.. como passam&lt;br /&gt;as saudades e voltam no outro dia..&lt;br /&gt;E ficam as lembranças que a gente merecia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;P/ Sanguinária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2667839121903074537?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2667839121903074537/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2667839121903074537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2667839121903074537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2667839121903074537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/03/dor-da-morte.html' title='Dores Que Ninguém Nunca Sentiu..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/TAOoPenOc8I/AAAAAAAABIw/11o5jqoz7T0/s72-c/rosa%2520e%2520piano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3892598290048973927</id><published>2010-02-22T11:56:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:27:47.574-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Minha Perfeição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S4Kb5aG7WHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XY72J7JYP5s/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 147px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441082710380206194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S4Kb5aG7WHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XY72J7JYP5s/s200/vazio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Carrego um peso em minhas costas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu trago comigo um rótulo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;que eu não quis..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Por favor, não me idealize,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Assim você está fadado ao deslize.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;É melhor você ter certeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Tô longe de ser a Madre Tereza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Me recuso a buscar essa discutível perfeição.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com seus atos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com suas consequencias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com seu peso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com seu pesar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com seus atos insanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Cada um com seus atos profanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;E o preço que se paga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;as vezes é alto demais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu não sou obrigada a ver isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu não sou obrigada a passar por isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu não sou obrigada a aceitar isso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu sofro dores que sao comuns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Eu sofro dores que ninguém nunca sentiu..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Voce esquece que eu não sou de ferro..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Voce esquece que eu também tenho sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(102,51,102); FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Mas pra voce.. meus sentimentos pouco te importa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;P/ Freudstone&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/37063229-3892598290048973927?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3892598290048973927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3892598290048973927' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3892598290048973927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3892598290048973927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/02/minha-perfeicao.html' title='Minha Perfeição'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S4Kb5aG7WHI/AAAAAAAAA6k/XY72J7JYP5s/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4128453193797999981</id><published>2010-02-11T11:58:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:29:07.184-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Jardim Secreto..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S3QNrDBdFHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ypfn8op7dLA/s1600-h/131036767.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; 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	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Flores em um jardim secreto..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = u1 /&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores pelo chão..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores mortas..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores em um jardim secreto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores secas..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores ao ruído do vento..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;E como diz a canção..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;“sou o dono dos meus passos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sobre folhas mortas”..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Uma estranha sensação boa&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;De dor.. Vazio e solidao..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Vamos colher as flores&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que nascerem no asfalto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores em um jardim secreto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores sem perfume..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Que murcham ao toque gelado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Da alma vazia.. Repleta de dor..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Cheia de solidão..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores em um jardim secreto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Não ouço mais teus gritos&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Nem teus ecos..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u1:p&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores em um jardim secreto..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Flores em um jardim seco..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sem lembranças..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;u1:p style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;/u1:p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;Do futuro que a gente merecia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4128453193797999981?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4128453193797999981/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4128453193797999981' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4128453193797999981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4128453193797999981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/02/o-jardim-secreto_11.html' title='O Jardim Secreto..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S3QNrDBdFHI/AAAAAAAAA0U/ypfn8op7dLA/s72-c/131036767.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6295150769866458658</id><published>2010-01-28T00:11:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:29:58.448-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tudo é..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2EBjFUsKnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aNPPYIoCxaU/s1600-h/untitled1.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 178px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431624327821535858" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2EBjFUsKnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aNPPYIoCxaU/s200/untitled1.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tudo é encanto..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é desencanto..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são flores..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são espinhos..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é tristeza..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é frieza..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são meias verdades..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são meias mentiras..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo são estorias..&lt;br /&gt;Falsas palavras..&lt;br /&gt;Falsas promessas..&lt;br /&gt;Falsos sentimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Total hipocrisia..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras sublimes..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras simples..&lt;br /&gt;Palavras singelas..&lt;br /&gt;Tao perto e&lt;br /&gt;Tao longe de mim..&lt;br /&gt;Flores morrem..&lt;br /&gt;Musicas desaparecem..&lt;br /&gt;Lembranças são esquecidas..&lt;br /&gt;Historias acabam..&lt;br /&gt;Tudo tem um fim..&lt;br /&gt;Doa a quem doer..&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/37063229-6295150769866458658?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6295150769866458658/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6295150769866458658' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6295150769866458658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6295150769866458658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/tudo-e-encanto.html' title='Tudo é..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2EBjFUsKnI/AAAAAAAAAzA/aNPPYIoCxaU/s72-c/untitled1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1673695682890306979</id><published>2010-01-01T15:24:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:30:26.136-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D_yTGiPJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_-GpOAeHWBg/s1600-h/1207599803624fobia_socialdn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431622390195043474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D_yTGiPJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_-GpOAeHWBg/s200/1207599803624fobia_socialdn.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Presente em um futuro nem tão certo de si...&lt;br /&gt;Presente no obscuro obstante de se sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Presente no sentido de tentar encontrar&lt;br /&gt;sentido pra tanto a se sentir...&lt;br /&gt;Presente no dia em que ali deveria estar...&lt;br /&gt;Presente nas palavras, nos gestos, nos sons...&lt;br /&gt;Presente nas cores, presente nos amores...&lt;br /&gt;Presente ante da vida, ante da morte...&lt;br /&gt;Presente diante de tudo, diante de todos...&lt;br /&gt;Presente foi à música latente...&lt;br /&gt;Presente foi o gosto doce da boca quente...&lt;br /&gt;Presente esse gosto do futuro há por vir..&lt;br /&gt;Presente lembranças do passado que a gente merecia..&lt;br /&gt;Presente no futuro esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Presente na nostalgia..&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que se foi...&lt;br /&gt;Presente que aqui grita...&lt;br /&gt;Presente nada hoje faz sentido...&lt;br /&gt;Presente nada aqui hoje se evita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Poema de: Sanguinária&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/37063229-1673695682890306979?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1673695682890306979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=1673695682890306979' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1673695682890306979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1673695682890306979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/presente.html' title='Presente..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D_yTGiPJI/AAAAAAAAAy4/_-GpOAeHWBg/s72-c/1207599803624fobia_socialdn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8931101762922373175</id><published>2010-01-01T14:48:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:30:46.530-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Ano Novo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D9hXaVbXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/HngsnZpm4DU/s1600-h/Portobello_Blog_AnoNovo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431619900270800242" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D9hXaVbXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/HngsnZpm4DU/s200/Portobello_Blog_AnoNovo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feliz ano novo.. aos que hoje acordaram empanturrados..&lt;br /&gt;Dominados pela ressaca.. nostalgia da vida saudável&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto anseiam e não ousam..&lt;br /&gt;Seja feliz o ano de quem desenha belos horizontes..&lt;br /&gt;Que venha em paz o ano que se inicia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Feliz ano novo aos que depositam suas esperanças na ética da solidariedade..&lt;br /&gt;Nas utopias de mudanças..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;nos bens infinitos guardados na essência Da alma..&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano a todos os colecionadores de magoas.. habitantes solitários&lt;br /&gt;De florestas sombreadas de ressentimentos do amor..&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano novo a quem trafega na contra mão da sensatez..&lt;br /&gt;Garimpa miudezas na vida alheia e se debruça sobre o próprio umbigo..&lt;br /&gt;Feliz ano novo aos piratas que tomam De assalto a felicidade alheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e aos que evitam se molhar nas lagrimas Que suscitam...&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/37063229-8931101762922373175?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8931101762922373175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8931101762922373175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8931101762922373175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8931101762922373175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2010/01/feliz-ano-novo.html' title='Feliz Ano Novo..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/S2D9hXaVbXI/AAAAAAAAAyw/HngsnZpm4DU/s72-c/Portobello_Blog_AnoNovo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-308685524457164935</id><published>2009-12-11T13:08:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T17:59:07.163-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Um ano se passou..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SyJh8iUOUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/tR--xVgOcg4/s1600-h/y1pdHzx-Bzp0UMqECJCDyusFRROpGwKpDrFn_ldIQkg6hSybRVqu_jzcs_TR3G36-768v1bpH5SQgk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413997394684432690" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SyJh8iUOUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/tR--xVgOcg4/s200/y1pdHzx-Bzp0UMqECJCDyusFRROpGwKpDrFn_ldIQkg6hSybRVqu_jzcs_TR3G36-768v1bpH5SQgk.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 160px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Um ano se passou..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;um ano de dores e sofrimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;rancores e magoas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;falsas palavras e sentimentos..&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SyJhcOuCS3I/AAAAAAAAAxw/SmLbaS3bUQY/s1600-h/y1pdHzx-Bzp0UMqECJCDyusFRROpGwKpDrFn_ldIQkg6hSybRVqu_jzcs_TR3G36-768v1bpH5SQgk.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Presentes em um futuro nem tão certo de si..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;mas isso nao importa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;doa a quem doer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;doe sangue..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;falsas promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;total hipocrisia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;palavras sublimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;simples e singelas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;tempo perdido ao teu lado..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;tempo fechado e silencio de chumbo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Tão perto e tão longe de mim..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;flores morrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;musicas desaparem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;lembranças sao esquecidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;historias acabam e &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;tudo tem um fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;doa a quem doer!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-308685524457164935?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/308685524457164935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=308685524457164935' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/308685524457164935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/308685524457164935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/12/um-ano-se-passou.html' title='Um ano se passou..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SyJh8iUOUTI/AAAAAAAAAx4/tR--xVgOcg4/s72-c/y1pdHzx-Bzp0UMqECJCDyusFRROpGwKpDrFn_ldIQkg6hSybRVqu_jzcs_TR3G36-768v1bpH5SQgk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-661559967961125447</id><published>2009-12-11T12:42:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:31:34.396-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Na Paz (Gessinger)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hora de escrever cartões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;hora de rever os planos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mais um ano chega ao fim..&lt;br /&gt;que venha em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o ano que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que venha em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o que o futuro trouxer..&lt;br /&gt;cai a neve nas vitrines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e a gente derrete ao sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;deste natal tropical..&lt;br /&gt;os cachorros da vizinhança vão latir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;sob os fogos de artifício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;pensarão que é o fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;e será só o início..&lt;br /&gt;que venha em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o ano que vem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;que venha em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;o que o futuro trouxer..&lt;br /&gt;há quem ignore o calendário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;há quem fique de olho no horário&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;quando mais um ano chega ao fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-661559967961125447?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/661559967961125447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=661559967961125447' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/661559967961125447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/661559967961125447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/12/na-paz-gessinger.html' title='Na Paz (Gessinger)'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8661985021017803702</id><published>2009-10-10T13:36:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:31:49.667-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fragilidade de um ser..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/StD81aRnbMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/jPgSCBpoCSk/s1600-h/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 157px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391086748478958786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/StD81aRnbMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/jPgSCBpoCSk/s200/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A vida é uma sequência de dias vazios..&lt;br /&gt;Consequência de atos e atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;A angustia tem sido uma companheira constante..&lt;br /&gt;O medo reside no sofrimento do passado..&lt;br /&gt;E cria a dor do futuro..&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada desse mundo..&lt;br /&gt;Mundo que só me faz sofrer..&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que só me trouxeram sofrimento..&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo não sou nada..&lt;br /&gt;Não sou ninguém..&lt;br /&gt;Sou apenas um ser frágil com dor e sofrimentos..&lt;br /&gt;Sou um anjo em queda livre..&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu peso e o meu pesar..&lt;br /&gt;Meus atos e atitudes..&lt;br /&gt;Apenas pagando o meu preço..&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/37063229-8661985021017803702?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8661985021017803702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8661985021017803702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8661985021017803702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8661985021017803702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/10/vida-e-uma-sequencia-de-dias-vazios.html' title='Fragilidade de um ser..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/StD81aRnbMI/AAAAAAAAAwA/jPgSCBpoCSk/s72-c/janela_2%2520e%2520mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2872928436470324298</id><published>2009-09-30T22:02:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:32:05.108-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu trago comigo os estragos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SsQD_Seq8hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Mvr_rJY71g8/s1600-h/refugiei-me_dos_teus_sentimentos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387435440069079570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SsQD_Seq8hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Mvr_rJY71g8/s200/refugiei-me_dos_teus_sentimentos.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Carrego um peso em minhas costas..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um peso de guardar um eterno segredo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Segredo de um juramento feito..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Atitudes e consequencias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cada um com seu peso..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cada um com seu pesar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cada um com seus atos insanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cada um com seus atos profanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E o preço que se paga..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as vezes é alto demais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas cumprirei com minha palavra..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A quem fiz o juramento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como diz a canção:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;não espero que você minta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;não se sinta capaz de enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quem não engana a si mesmo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dores que ninguem nunca sentiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;é o sentimento mais comum..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ja senti saudade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ja fiz muita coisa errada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu sofro dores que sao comuns..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2872928436470324298?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2872928436470324298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2872928436470324298' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2872928436470324298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2872928436470324298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/eu-trago-comigo-os-estragos.html' title='Eu trago comigo os estragos..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SsQD_Seq8hI/AAAAAAAAAv4/Mvr_rJY71g8/s72-c/refugiei-me_dos_teus_sentimentos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4159651177446523528</id><published>2009-09-17T03:31:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:15:58.408-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Insonias..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHYqA7kNnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/INOVoqcuyaA/s1600-h/foto-insonia-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382321246000395890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHYqA7kNnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/INOVoqcuyaA/s200/foto-insonia-2.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 161px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Estou acordada em meio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;a mais uma noite de insonia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Estou acordada enquanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;todos dormem ao silencio da noite..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Estou acordada em meio a madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;acompanhada da escuridao oculta..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Estou acordada em plena madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;admirando a lua..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Estou acordada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;insonia constante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;solidao profunda..&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/37063229-4159651177446523528?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4159651177446523528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4159651177446523528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4159651177446523528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4159651177446523528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/insonias.html' title='Insonias..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHYqA7kNnI/AAAAAAAAAuA/INOVoqcuyaA/s72-c/foto-insonia-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6619112070020286686</id><published>2009-09-17T03:10:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:46:56.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sentimentos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHXKtB6lnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m7b1b0eDFuI/s1600-h/untitled0.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382319608570746482" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHXKtB6lnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m7b1b0eDFuI/s200/untitled0.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 167px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Antes de olhar ao redor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e soh enxergar solidao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Enxergo pessos vazias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e frias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Todas tao iguais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e tao desiguais..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Ficam ali em sofrimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;em pensamentos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Perdidos em suas dores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e seus erros..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Com todos os meus erros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e todos meus acertos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Com tudo o que ha de bom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;e tudo o que ha de mal..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Ja senti saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;ja fiz muita coisa errada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;Hoje sem respostas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;hoje sem receio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc33cc;"&gt;apenas ccom a dor sentida..&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/37063229-6619112070020286686?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6619112070020286686/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6619112070020286686' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6619112070020286686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6619112070020286686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/sentimentos.html' title='Sentimentos..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHXKtB6lnI/AAAAAAAAAt4/m7b1b0eDFuI/s72-c/untitled0.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2113574111031996972</id><published>2009-09-17T03:02:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:35:35.227-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHR97c2UAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U1rGApaWHLQ/s1600-h/10000relogio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382313891545370626" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHR97c2UAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U1rGApaWHLQ/s200/10000relogio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de desejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e promessas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de solidariedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e desprezo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de festas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e incertezas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desejos sublimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e ocultos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desejos insanos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e profanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Promessas de felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;com juramento de fidelidade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;acompanhado de lealdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que nao passa de falsidade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Expectativa de uma reconciliaçao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;expectativa frustada de uma amizade!!&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/37063229-2113574111031996972?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2113574111031996972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2113574111031996972' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2113574111031996972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2113574111031996972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHR97c2UAI/AAAAAAAAAtw/U1rGApaWHLQ/s72-c/10000relogio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8954638138810663057</id><published>2009-09-17T02:56:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:00:06.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Um Pouco..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHQek-zFTI/AAAAAAAAAto/vg03rMtc2Pw/s1600-h/JP22304_59631_A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 191px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382312253426177330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHQek-zFTI/AAAAAAAAAto/vg03rMtc2Pw/s200/JP22304_59631_A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e saudade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e solidao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e tao pouco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todos os sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e o silencio total..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de magoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e lagrimas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e angustia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de fadiga&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e nostalgia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Um pouco de hipocrisia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e maldade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ao final de tudo.. Beleza!!&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/37063229-8954638138810663057?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8954638138810663057/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8954638138810663057' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8954638138810663057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8954638138810663057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/um-pouco.html' title='Um Pouco..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHQek-zFTI/AAAAAAAAAto/vg03rMtc2Pw/s72-c/JP22304_59631_A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-441401945528229705</id><published>2009-09-17T02:41:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T16:59:25.722-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempos..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHO8ZM8dFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CD2YBkc1QuI/s1600-h/ampulheta150x190.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382310566637106258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHO8ZM8dFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CD2YBkc1QuI/s200/ampulheta150x190.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de festas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e incertezas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de solidariedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e desprezo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e promessas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e saudade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e solidao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e tao pouco..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de todos os sons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e o silencio total..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de magoas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e lagrimas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de tristezas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e angustias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de promessas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e felicidades..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de fidelidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e lealdade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de amizades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e falsidades..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo de fadigas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e nostalgias..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempos de hipocrisias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e maldades..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ao final de tudo beleza!!&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/37063229-441401945528229705?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/441401945528229705/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=441401945528229705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/441401945528229705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/441401945528229705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/09/tempos.html' title='Tempos..'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SrHO8ZM8dFI/AAAAAAAAAtg/CD2YBkc1QuI/s72-c/ampulheta150x190.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3687426045565540649</id><published>2009-08-30T20:16:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:36:05.475-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><title type='text'>Como Deixar de Gostar?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SpsKL6U56VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nn8VjtEcxRQ/s1600-h/untitled2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 158px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375901779948595538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SpsKL6U56VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nn8VjtEcxRQ/s200/untitled2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como posso deixar de gostar de alguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;se esse tal alguem se faz presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;em minha vida mesmo estando distante?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Parece que ele sente ou presente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;quando estou mal.. quando estou só..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E como num toque de magica ele ressurge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;depois de algum tempo longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e se faz presente em minha vida mais uma vez..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sempre em meus momentos de solidao me faz companhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;em minhas noites de insonia e em tantas outras..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;entao como posso deixar de gostar desse alguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;que de certa forma me faz tão bem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não o amo.. sinto apenas carinho.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Que retribuo pela atençao que tens comigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ps: P/ Freudstone&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/37063229-3687426045565540649?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3687426045565540649/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3687426045565540649' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3687426045565540649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3687426045565540649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/08/como.html' title='Como Deixar de Gostar?'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SpsKL6U56VI/AAAAAAAAAtE/nn8VjtEcxRQ/s72-c/untitled2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3892137095799307711</id><published>2009-07-20T16:26:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:36:37.122-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SmTGRTSFG8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vF8M1xvak8k/s1600-h/caminho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 138px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360627457013914562" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SmTGRTSFG8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vF8M1xvak8k/s200/caminho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Anja parabucolica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;esta em crise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;esta em queda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Percorro um caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;com rosas e espinhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;flores e folhagens..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minha vida esta totalmente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sem sentido..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ando sem direçao e sem rumo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;as coisas nem os lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;ja nao tem mais graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;a vida ja nao tem mais cor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ando desanimada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;com tudo e com todos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sem rumo me vejo aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sem forças para seguir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apenas a Tristeza a me corroer..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nada disso estava em meus planos.&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/37063229-3892137095799307711?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3892137095799307711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3892137095799307711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3892137095799307711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3892137095799307711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/07/vida.html' title='Vida'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SmTGRTSFG8I/AAAAAAAAAsc/vF8M1xvak8k/s72-c/caminho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7761124865896342938</id><published>2009-07-11T10:42:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T19:53:30.735-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Preciso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliYaMCX3xI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DXpc72By0Mg/s1600-h/melancolia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357199332432404242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliYaMCX3xI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DXpc72By0Mg/s200/melancolia.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 150px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso dizer o que penso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso dizer o que sinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não me importo nem com a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;nem com o lugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso desabafar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso expressar minha dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não me importo nem com a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;nem com o lugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso preencher esse vazio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso preencher essa agonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não me importo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso superar as dezilusões..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso superar a melancolia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Não me importa qual seja a hora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;não me importa qual seja o lugar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Preciso dominar a saudade..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Apenas preciso&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/37063229-7761124865896342938?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7761124865896342938/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7761124865896342938' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7761124865896342938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7761124865896342938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/07/apenas-preciso.html' title='Apenas Preciso'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliYaMCX3xI/AAAAAAAAAsU/DXpc72By0Mg/s72-c/melancolia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5949671125106746881</id><published>2009-07-11T10:23:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:43:59.036-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Uma Garota II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliTGA_Pk2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/K9gRzpw8hAU/s1600-h/janela_solidao1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357193488310965090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliTGA_Pk2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/K9gRzpw8hAU/s200/janela_solidao1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;SOU APENAS UMA GAROTA&lt;br /&gt;QUE SOFRE.. QUE CHORA..&lt;br /&gt;TEM SONHOS.. PLANOS E&lt;br /&gt;DESEJOS SUBLIMES..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOU APENAS UMA GAROTA&lt;br /&gt;QUE SOFRE.. DEZILUSOES..&lt;br /&gt;QUE ACIMA DE TUDO AMA..&lt;br /&gt;SE ENTREGA POR INTEIRA..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SE EU TIVESSE A FORÇA&lt;br /&gt;QUE VOCE PENSA QUE EU TENHO&lt;br /&gt;EU GRAVARIA NO METAL DA MINHA PELE&lt;br /&gt;O TEU DESENHO..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JA NAO FAZ MAIS DIFERENÇA..&lt;br /&gt;POIS JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA&lt;br /&gt;A SOFRER..&lt;br /&gt;JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA COM A DOR..&lt;br /&gt;JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA A SANGRAR!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5949671125106746881?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5949671125106746881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5949671125106746881' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5949671125106746881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5949671125106746881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/07/apenas-uma-garota-ii.html' title='Apenas Uma Garota II'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliTGA_Pk2I/AAAAAAAAAsM/K9gRzpw8hAU/s72-c/janela_solidao1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8752777307973003791</id><published>2009-07-11T10:15:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:44:22.374-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Uma Garota I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliQ4Ra4YUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/E_rlhtzzsgM/s1600-h/Gotica_11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5357191053180428610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliQ4Ra4YUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/E_rlhtzzsgM/s200/Gotica_11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota do sorriso timido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota de olhar dramatico&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota de pensamento insano&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota de palavras impulsivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota de sentir o que não se pode explicar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota que as vezes parece não ter medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota que as vezes parece não ter duvidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou garota que as vezes parece não ter nenhuma razao pra chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas sou apenas uma garota que tem sentimentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;e por isso tambem não &lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;sou de ferro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8752777307973003791?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8752777307973003791/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8752777307973003791' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8752777307973003791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8752777307973003791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/07/apenas-uma-garota-i.html' title='Apenas Uma Garota I'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SliQ4Ra4YUI/AAAAAAAAAsE/E_rlhtzzsgM/s72-c/Gotica_11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5705758698484072199</id><published>2009-06-02T12:13:00.011-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:52:30.265-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_Rem9VodI/AAAAAAAAArY/HW-OStoH_ik/s1600-h/MgLizi-RedPierrot-Nimbypolis.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345721606496166354" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_Rem9VodI/AAAAAAAAArY/HW-OStoH_ik/s200/MgLizi-RedPierrot-Nimbypolis.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 148px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Um telefone que toca...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma agenda vazia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Uma vasta falta de opção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vários ao redor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas nenhum a sua volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em seus (meus) tantos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Em meus (seus) poucos momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De alegria intensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De branda solidão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Saudade certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eterna canção...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vida longa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Só aos mortais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternidade aos que permanecem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E sempre permanecerão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eternidade aos que rejuvenescem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E não são velhos de coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aos nobres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aos pobres...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aos "Simples de Coração"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANGUINARIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5705758698484072199?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5705758698484072199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5705758698484072199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5705758698484072199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5705758698484072199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/06/solidao.html' title='Solidao'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_Rem9VodI/AAAAAAAAArY/HW-OStoH_ik/s72-c/MgLizi-RedPierrot-Nimbypolis.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-606944876250703596</id><published>2009-06-02T12:07:00.015-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:17:55.736-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Perda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_RHcsDZhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Jahm5puJBaA/s1600-h/1976-pierrot-88d95.bmp" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345721208602322450" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_RHcsDZhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Jahm5puJBaA/s200/1976-pierrot-88d95.bmp" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 158px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me conte sobre meus pecados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não me diga quem é que sou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ao olhar para trás você pode escolher ser melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas as escolhas são suas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não poderia morrer por você outra vez...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quando o silêncio gritar em minha saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talvez você me olhe nos olhos e se arrependa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de não ter se arrependido antes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Esses olhos fechados, hoje vedados pela certeza do meu fim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se realmente valesse a pena sua certeza não seria essa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã vai doer saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vai sentir na pele o tom dessa certeza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah... Quando olhar meus olhos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não verá mais meu olhar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Então não pergunte onde estou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Para onde vou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nem com quem irei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois minha vida há muito já não é mais sua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Há muito já não estou mais em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Feito o som nobre dessa maioria tão silenciosa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Suas escolhas são o preço que você pagará por elas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu não perdi nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A vida correu lá fora e eu vivi tudo o que sentia e quis aqui dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SANGUINARIA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-606944876250703596?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/606944876250703596/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=606944876250703596' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/606944876250703596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/606944876250703596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/06/perda.html' title='Perda'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Si_RHcsDZhI/AAAAAAAAArQ/Jahm5puJBaA/s72-c/1976-pierrot-88d95.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6067760417750810864</id><published>2009-04-17T09:20:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:16:47.807-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Medo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Seh1JG1TVII/AAAAAAAAArA/JebyroM-unc/s1600-h/O_Medo_de_te_perder.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325635358679061634" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Seh1JG1TVII/AAAAAAAAArA/JebyroM-unc/s200/O_Medo_de_te_perder.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 146px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O MEDO TOMA CONTA DE MIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TOMA CONTA DO MEU SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TOMA CONTA DA MINHA ALMA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O MEDO ME APAVORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;TENHO MEDO DE NAO DAR CONTA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;DESSA SITUAÇAO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EU NO MOMENTO TENHO MUITO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MAIS DUVIDAS DO QUE CERTEZAS..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A UNICA CERTEZA Q TENHO NO MOMENTO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EH QUE EU AINDA TE AMO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MAS NAO ESTOU SEGURA O BASTANTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;PARA AGUENTAR.. SUPORTAR ESSA SITUAÇAO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O QUE ACONTECE COMIGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;O QUE ESTOU VIVENDO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;EH ALGO NOVO.. CONFUSO E INDESEJAVEL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MAS ALGO QUE NAO EH CAPAZ DE NOS SEPARAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ESTOU VIVENDO UMA SITUAÇAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;NA QUAL NUNCA ME IMAGINEI PASSAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;ALGO QUE PODERA ME CAUSAR DOR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;JUNTO AO CIUME..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MEDO DE TAMBEM EM DETERMINADOS&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;MOMENTOS DA VIDA&lt;br /&gt;TER QUE ACEITAR&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;A FICAR EM 2º PLANO NA VIDA DE ALGUEM..&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/37063229-6067760417750810864?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6067760417750810864/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6067760417750810864' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6067760417750810864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6067760417750810864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/medo.html' title='Medo'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Seh1JG1TVII/AAAAAAAAArA/JebyroM-unc/s72-c/O_Medo_de_te_perder.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8269873720588502601</id><published>2009-04-17T09:11:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:56:49.588-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sofrimento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SehzTsySgKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uTN7_g7typ4/s1600-h/desiludida-thumb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325633341642408098" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SehzTsySgKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uTN7_g7typ4/s200/desiludida-thumb.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 155px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;MEU CORAÇAO AINDA SOFRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;MEU CORAÇAO AINDA HA DE SOFRER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;CANSEI DE CHORAR FERIDAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE NAO SE FECHAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;CANSEI DE CHORAR FERIDAS&lt;br /&gt;QUE NAO SE CURAM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;SOFRIMENTOS QUE SOH ME TRAZEM&lt;br /&gt;E CAUSAM&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;IMENSA ANGUSTIA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;JA SOFRI DEMAIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;SEI QUE AINDA VOU SOFRER..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;UM SOFRIMENTO HA MAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;UM SOFRIMENTO HA MENOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;JA NAO FAZEM MAIS DIFERENÇA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA A SOFRER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA COM A DOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;JA ESTOU ACOSTUMADA A SANGRAR..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;NAO CONSIGO EXPRESSAR MEUS SENTIMENTOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;OS DE ALEGRIAS FICAM CLAROS EM MINHA FACE..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;MAS A DOR GUARDO EM MEU SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;DOR QUE ME CONSOME AOS POUCOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;LAGRIMAS QUE ESCORREM EM MEU ROSTO&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;A DOR TOMA CONTA DE MIM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;TOMA CONTA DO MEU SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;TOMA CONTA DA MINHA ALMA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #3333ff;"&gt;A DOR NA MAIORIA ESMAGADORA&lt;br /&gt;DAS VEZES ME APAVORA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8269873720588502601?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8269873720588502601/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8269873720588502601' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8269873720588502601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8269873720588502601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/sofrimento.html' title='Sofrimento'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SehzTsySgKI/AAAAAAAAAq4/uTN7_g7typ4/s72-c/desiludida-thumb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6448397855402713095</id><published>2009-04-12T17:03:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:48:10.403-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sehx0asiYII/AAAAAAAAAqw/dW2UwGFLpt8/s1600-h/ventania.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325631704698871938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sehx0asiYII/AAAAAAAAAqw/dW2UwGFLpt8/s200/ventania.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Rasgando o silencio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;se infiltrando na solidao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;sao assim as palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;que insistem em serem ditas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;mesmo correndo o risco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;de nao serem bem compreendidas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Feche os olhos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Olhe pro tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Sinta o gosto da perda..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Sinta o vazio da alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;repleta de nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Tudo faz sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;nessa madrugada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;Frases sem fim.. talvez como uma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;infinita Highway&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/37063229-6448397855402713095?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6448397855402713095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6448397855402713095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6448397855402713095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6448397855402713095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sehx0asiYII/AAAAAAAAAqw/dW2UwGFLpt8/s72-c/ventania.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-410853952417732503</id><published>2009-04-08T10:45:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:48:29.605-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdytlG1xNPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hpk7KJD8K30/s1600-h/DSCF8717_copy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322319712647984370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdytlG1xNPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hpk7KJD8K30/s200/DSCF8717_copy.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Eu pela noite&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;em meio as luzes da cidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;levando minha duvida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;um passeio em meio a solidao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;perfomatica selva de pedra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;desafiando minha busca ao chegar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;luzes da cidade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;madrugada perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;nao sei onde quero chegar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;os fatos sao saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;resumo minha vida&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;em uma questao&lt;br /&gt;que&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;nao quero esperar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;vejo as coisas passar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;a idade chegar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;e meu sonho realizar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ensinar alguem a me amar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;precinto, apenas sinto&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;a vontade&lt;br /&gt;de um dia encontrar&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;algo que ainda esta pra chegar..&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/37063229-410853952417732503?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/410853952417732503/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=410853952417732503' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/410853952417732503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/410853952417732503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-pela-noite-em-meio-as-luzes-da.html' title=''/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdytlG1xNPI/AAAAAAAAAqo/hpk7KJD8K30/s72-c/DSCF8717_copy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5584889872097877792</id><published>2009-04-03T09:12:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:48:54.318-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem sou eu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX9mdVkfoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wOweyriZ8f4/s1600-h/anjo+negro.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 189px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320437371960065666" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX9mdVkfoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wOweyriZ8f4/s200/anjo+negro.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Sou aquela que já foi amada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;E um dia humilhada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Que nunca teve medo de perder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pois um dia senti, o triste sabor da perda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Eu sou aquela que por onde passa deixa marcas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Sejam boas ou más,sempre serão lembradas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A brisa toca em meu rosto,e sopra meus cabelos,delicadamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;As lembranças dessa vida,jamais sairão da minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;O amor já não existe,mudou de rumo para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Enquanto eu dormia,abandonou-me de repente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Afinal,quem sou eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pensei,pensei e pensei,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;E cheguei à uma dolorosa conclusão:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;-Sou a pura rejeição,que um dia rejeitou,sua única e grande paixão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia de Isabela Esposito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5584889872097877792?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5584889872097877792/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5584889872097877792' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5584889872097877792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5584889872097877792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/quem-sou-eu.html' title='Quem sou eu?'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX9mdVkfoI/AAAAAAAAAqY/wOweyriZ8f4/s72-c/anjo+negro.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3088782679530810639</id><published>2009-04-03T08:46:00.012-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:04:22.363-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Love PerfecT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX49_Hbz9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J25wFSRINtA/s1600-h/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+negro%5B5%5D.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320432278606434258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX49_Hbz9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J25wFSRINtA/s200/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+negro%5B5%5D.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: right; height: 171px; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;TANTO TEMPO PASSEI&lt;br /&gt;A PROCURA DA PESSOA AMADA..&lt;br /&gt;E QUANDO ENCONTREI&lt;br /&gt;PENSEI QUE NAO FOSSE REAL..&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES PARECE QUE JA FAZ MTO TEMPO..&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES PARECE QUE FOI ONTEM..&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES PARECE QUE EU NAO TENHO MEDO..&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES PARECE QUE EU SOH TENHO DUVIDAS..&lt;br /&gt;AS VEZES PARECE QEU EU NAO TENHO NENHUMA&lt;br /&gt;RAZAO PRA CHORAR..&lt;br /&gt;EH UM AMOR PURO..DIFICIL DE SER COMPREENDIDO&lt;br /&gt;POR MEROS HUMANOS..&lt;br /&gt;APENAS POR QUEM AMA ALEM DO UNIVERSO..&lt;br /&gt;LEMBRANÇAS DO FUTURO QUE A GENTE MERECIA..&lt;br /&gt;TENHO MAIS DUVIDAS DO QUE CERTEZAS..&lt;br /&gt;MAS HOJE COM CERTEZA.. EU SOH QUERO VOCE!!&lt;br /&gt;UM AMOR INCOSEQUENTE.. AMOR ENLOQUENTE&lt;br /&gt;MEU MAIS PURO E PRECIOSO AMOR..&lt;br /&gt;QUANDO VOCE ME ABRACA.. O MUNDO GIRA DEVAGAR..&lt;br /&gt;EU GOSTO MESMO DE VOCE.. BEM DO GEITO QUE&lt;br /&gt;VOCE É!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3088782679530810639?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3088782679530810639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3088782679530810639' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3088782679530810639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3088782679530810639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/04/love-perfect.html' title='Love PerfecT'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SdX49_Hbz9I/AAAAAAAAAqQ/J25wFSRINtA/s72-c/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o+negro%5B5%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1099441678453975065</id><published>2009-03-27T09:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:52:10.136-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Caos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sc71O1n6BaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/g55wPW7n3s4/s1600-h/2006072100_solidao-tm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318457845232567714" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sc71O1n6BaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/g55wPW7n3s4/s200/2006072100_solidao-tm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;PRA ONDE VAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ESSAS PESSOAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SEM DIREÇAO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;QUE NUNCA PARAM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A CORRERIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DO DIA A DIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;EM MEIO AO CAOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;E A CONFUSAO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;TODOS TRANCADOS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ENTRE MUROS E GRADES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;QUE NAO DAO PROTEÇAO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;A CIDADE EM CHAMAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;NADA NOS PROTEGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;DE UMA VIDA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;SEM SENTIDO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;VIDA REPLETA DE NADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;APENAS DE VAZIO E SOLIDAO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-1099441678453975065?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1099441678453975065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=1099441678453975065' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1099441678453975065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1099441678453975065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/caos.html' title='Caos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sc71O1n6BaI/AAAAAAAAAqI/g55wPW7n3s4/s72-c/2006072100_solidao-tm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5029343181961172239</id><published>2009-03-27T09:22:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:52:32.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SczHMOuI59I/AAAAAAAAAqA/bviQY2S2JvI/s1600-h/richardkeys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317844272941688786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SczHMOuI59I/AAAAAAAAAqA/bviQY2S2JvI/s200/richardkeys.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;SEXTA-FEIRA DE MONOTONIA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;A HORA NÃO PASSA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;O TEMPO NÃO PASSA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;O TÉDIO TOMA CONTA DE MIM..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;SEXTA-FEIRA DE MONOTONIA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;EU PARO E FICO AQUI PARADA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;OLHANDO ASSIM PARA NADA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;BATE O CANSAÇO..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;A NOITE NAO CHEGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;O TÉDIO SÓ AUMENTA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;TODA TARDE ACABA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;EM MELANCOLIA..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(204,51,204)"&gt;E A NOITE SEMPRE EM SOLIDÃO!&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/37063229-5029343181961172239?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5029343181961172239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5029343181961172239' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5029343181961172239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5029343181961172239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexta.html' title='Sexta'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SczHMOuI59I/AAAAAAAAAqA/bviQY2S2JvI/s72-c/richardkeys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7322440001172427479</id><published>2009-03-26T22:36:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:05:48.271-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='China'/><title type='text'>Sufocada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScwvU4LKO0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/IoJfnJOH41s/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317677295740795714" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScwvU4LKO0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/IoJfnJOH41s/s200/untitled.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: right; height: 200px; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; width: 200px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;ESTOU ME SENTINDO&lt;br /&gt;PRESA, SUFOCADA, CONTROLADA..&lt;br /&gt;TU ME SUFOCA&lt;br /&gt;CONTROLANDO TODOS OS MEUS PASSOS&lt;br /&gt;E MINHAS ATITUDES..&lt;br /&gt;SEI DOS MEUS ERROS E DAS MINHAS CONSEQUENCIAS..&lt;br /&gt;CHEGA! TO CANSADA..&lt;br /&gt;NAO TENHO QUE TE DAR SATISFAÇOES&lt;br /&gt;DA MINHA VIDA, DO QUE FAÇO,&lt;br /&gt;DO QUE EU DEIXO DE FAZER..&lt;br /&gt;DEIXE-ME APRENDER COM MEUS ERROS&lt;br /&gt;COM MEUS ACERTOS.. DEIXE-ME VIVER!&lt;br /&gt;EH FACIL FALAR, FAZER PREVISOES&lt;br /&gt;DEPOIS QUE ACONTECEU..&lt;br /&gt;PRA QUEM GOSTA DE NÓS&lt;br /&gt;EH UM PRATO CHEIO..&lt;br /&gt;CHEIO DE ERROS, CULPAS..&lt;br /&gt;IMPERFEIÇOES..&lt;br /&gt;SERIA MAIS FACIL SIM..&lt;br /&gt;SI TU NAO ME VIESSE&lt;br /&gt;PEDINDO EXPLICACOES&lt;br /&gt;DE ALGO QUE NEM EU MESMA&lt;br /&gt;TENHO CERTEZA DO Q VAI ACONTECER..&lt;br /&gt;SERIA MAIS FACIL SIM..&lt;br /&gt;SI TU NAO VIESSE&lt;br /&gt;JA TIRANDO TUAS CONCLUSOES&lt;br /&gt;PRECIPITADAS..&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU CANSADA DE DAR EXPLICAÇOES&lt;br /&gt;SATISFAÇOES.. DEIXE-ME VIVER!!!&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/37063229-7322440001172427479?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7322440001172427479/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7322440001172427479' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7322440001172427479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7322440001172427479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sufocada.html' title='Sufocada'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScwvU4LKO0I/AAAAAAAAAp4/IoJfnJOH41s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-755053706603246192</id><published>2009-03-18T10:00:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:53:18.473-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDz9_a2ryI/AAAAAAAAApw/7MJPBSCvVfE/s1600-h/gggggg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314515806618824482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDz9_a2ryI/AAAAAAAAApw/7MJPBSCvVfE/s200/gggggg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Eu me lembro muito bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;como se fosse amanha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;lembranças do futuro que a gente merecia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Lembranças que me atormentam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;e que me traz imensa dor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Se eu soubesse antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;o que sei agora,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;erraria tudo exatamente igual..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Sao lembranças do futuro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;que a gente merecia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Lembranças que voltam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;por livres e espontaneas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ocasioes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Pressão do dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;onde toda tarde acaba em melancolia..&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/37063229-755053706603246192?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/755053706603246192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=755053706603246192' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/755053706603246192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/755053706603246192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/lembrancas.html' title='Lembranças'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDz9_a2ryI/AAAAAAAAApw/7MJPBSCvVfE/s72-c/gggggg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3285725041330014448</id><published>2009-03-18T09:43:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:53:36.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDzkn8yJSI/AAAAAAAAApo/_2QA_jnd74g/s1600-h/lua+noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 146px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314515370821952802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDzkn8yJSI/AAAAAAAAApo/_2QA_jnd74g/s200/lua+noite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;A noite chega&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;nos proporcionando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;pensamentos insanos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;atos profanos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Cheiro de noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Lugar de boemia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;noites de insonia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;acompanhada de angustia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;e melancolia..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Fim de noite.. solidao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;E eu fadada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;mergulho na noite do esquecimento..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;multidao em meio ao caos e a solidao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Selva de concreto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;a cidade cresce e tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;fica cada vez menor..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;Onde esquecemos que somos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;simples de coraçao..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;e pra quem gosta de nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;eh um prato cheio..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;onde "nada" é apenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(153,51,153)"&gt;uma palavra esperando traduçao!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3285725041330014448?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3285725041330014448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3285725041330014448' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3285725041330014448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3285725041330014448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/noite.html' title='Noite...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/ScDzkn8yJSI/AAAAAAAAApo/_2QA_jnd74g/s72-c/lua+noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7276968024267117363</id><published>2009-03-13T12:26:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:53:53.471-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sexta Feira 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sbp8coogSJI/AAAAAAAAApg/CQDgirvPexo/s1600-h/blackcat1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312695541822408850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sbp8coogSJI/AAAAAAAAApg/CQDgirvPexo/s200/blackcat1600x1200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta-feira 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta-feira de Lua Cheia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Será que devo evitar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;passar por debaixo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;de alguma escada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Evitar cruzar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;com um gato preto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Será iso tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;apenas mito?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Espero que sim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta-feira 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta de pespectivas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;ansia pelo fim de semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Cansaço ja ao extremo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;devido a correria do caos..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;caos do transito.. da vida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta-feira 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;Sexta de alivio imediato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;onde um fim de semana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;em outro mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(255,0,0)"&gt;pode ser a salvaçao!&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/37063229-7276968024267117363?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7276968024267117363/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7276968024267117363' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7276968024267117363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7276968024267117363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/sexta-feira-13.html' title='Sexta Feira 13'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/Sbp8coogSJI/AAAAAAAAApg/CQDgirvPexo/s72-c/blackcat1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5682901072013207322</id><published>2009-03-06T09:37:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:54:09.823-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tedio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SbEacx-fuKI/AAAAAAAAApY/xKLhHZabk3s/s1600-h/girlgirlgirlbyxxbambixxmv5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310054517400647842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SbEacx-fuKI/AAAAAAAAApY/xKLhHZabk3s/s200/girlgirlgirlbyxxbambixxmv5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Sentada em uma cadeira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;na sala de aula.. as 7h 40&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;em plena sexta-feira..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;A aula começa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;e começa intediante..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;o professor fala, fala..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;e as informaçoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;ficam todas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;pairando no ar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;E eu.. fico aqui parada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;olhando assim para nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;apenas intediada com a aula..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Em minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;passam mil coisas ao mesmo tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;mil coisas que ao mesmo tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;nao se resuma.. nao diz nada..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Apenas o tédio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;toma conta da aula..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;toma conta da minha alma..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;toma conta de mim..&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/37063229-5682901072013207322?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5682901072013207322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5682901072013207322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5682901072013207322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5682901072013207322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/03/tedio.html' title='Tedio'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SbEacx-fuKI/AAAAAAAAApY/xKLhHZabk3s/s72-c/girlgirlgirlbyxxbambixxmv5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8317847529252887222</id><published>2009-02-01T16:05:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:54:24.313-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu e meus sentimentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3YqoG8ylI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O1BSWaMIR-4/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 142px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300130563317615186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3YqoG8ylI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O1BSWaMIR-4/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Busco inspiração e não encontro&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que acontece dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sinto apenas um grande vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Gostaria de escrever versos&lt;br /&gt;Que falassem de morte&lt;br /&gt;Quero escrever... mas meu peito é um deserto&lt;br /&gt;Seguro a caneta por horas&lt;br /&gt;A inspiração não vem&lt;br /&gt;O ser solitário, o ser de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Sozinha no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Apenas a companhia da insônia&lt;br /&gt;A noite fica longa&lt;br /&gt;As horas demoram a passar&lt;br /&gt;Um minuto torna-se uma eternidade&lt;br /&gt;A angustia toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;Toma conta do meu ser..&lt;br /&gt;Toma conta da minha alma..&lt;br /&gt;Toma conta do meu corpo..&lt;br /&gt;A angustia toma conta de mim&lt;br /&gt;E logo vem a dor da saudade..&lt;br /&gt;Lembrança suave e triste ao mesmo tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor dos ventos&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer direção&lt;br /&gt;Vago sem destino&lt;br /&gt;Vago sem hora&lt;br /&gt;Vago para bem longe de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Vago para bem longe de todos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto no rosto somente a brisa suave&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no nada... não sinto nada&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho compromissos com o nada&lt;br /&gt;Nada eh uma palavra esperando tradução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8317847529252887222?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8317847529252887222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8317847529252887222' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8317847529252887222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8317847529252887222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/02/busco-inspiracao-e-nao-encontro-nao-sei.html' title='Eu e meus sentimentos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3YqoG8ylI/AAAAAAAAAoI/O1BSWaMIR-4/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2060418641469390484</id><published>2009-02-01T15:48:00.008-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:54:40.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Razoes e Emocoes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3XR86ArbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8zmN5Ove-lg/s1600-h/eu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 191px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300129039892131250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3XR86ArbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8zmN5Ove-lg/s200/eu.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não sei quem eu fui&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quem eu serei...&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é cheia de perdas&lt;br /&gt;Perdi amores que amei&lt;br /&gt;Perdi amizades que deixei&lt;br /&gt;Perdi sonhos que sonhei&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a vontade de viver&lt;br /&gt;Agora luto por novas conquistas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Perdi a sensibilidade...&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade de amar..&lt;br /&gt;E ser amada&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade de viver..&lt;br /&gt;O sentido da vida&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade da dor&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade do amor&lt;br /&gt;A sensibilidade do beijo&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a sensibilidade do olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sofro calada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sofro sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Por que não interessa&lt;br /&gt;a ninguém o que eu sinto&lt;br /&gt;ou deixo de sentir&lt;br /&gt;por que não interessa&lt;br /&gt;a ninguém o que acontece..&lt;br /&gt;aconteceu ou vai&lt;br /&gt;acontecer comigo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2060418641469390484?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2060418641469390484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2060418641469390484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2060418641469390484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2060418641469390484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/02/nao-sei-quem-eu-fui-nao-sei-quem-eu-sou.html' title='Razoes e Emocoes'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3XR86ArbI/AAAAAAAAAoA/8zmN5Ove-lg/s72-c/eu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-1996854759053949720</id><published>2009-02-01T15:21:00.007-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:54:58.329-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Paisagem da Janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3Wc0rpGbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QtdqcH-47HA/s1600-h/menina%2520janela.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300128127151315378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3Wc0rpGbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QtdqcH-47HA/s200/menina%2520janela.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Da janela de um arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o brilho da lua&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a brisa pairando no ar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o vento forte... minuano...&lt;br /&gt;Da janela de um arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo as ruas desertas de solidão&lt;br /&gt;Vejo multidões passando&lt;br /&gt;Nas ruas e nas calçadas&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o transito um caos...&lt;br /&gt;Da janela de um arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o quadro geral&lt;br /&gt;De uma cidade em meio ao concreto&lt;br /&gt;Com caminhos incertos&lt;br /&gt;Pedra... poeira&lt;br /&gt;Pecado original....&lt;br /&gt;Da janela de um arranha-céu&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a cidade iluminada&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de ruas vazias&lt;br /&gt;Repleta de solidão...&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda ando pelas mesmas ruas&lt;br /&gt;A cidade cresce, e tudo fica cada vez menor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-1996854759053949720?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/1996854759053949720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=1996854759053949720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1996854759053949720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/1996854759053949720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2009/02/paisagem-da-janela.html' title='Paisagem da Janela'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SY3Wc0rpGbI/AAAAAAAAAn4/QtdqcH-47HA/s72-c/menina%2520janela.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6605067744213548148</id><published>2008-09-03T13:13:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:55:18.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O que será que ela quis dizer sem a letra A?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SL668tdBQkI/AAAAAAAAAho/TP6IXAghkS0/s1600-h/noite.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241832568462066242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SL668tdBQkI/AAAAAAAAAho/TP6IXAghkS0/s200/noite.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Em versos curtos&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo o que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentimento de vidro&lt;br /&gt;Um muro de Berlim dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Noite de frio&lt;br /&gt;Tempo de outono, inverno...&lt;br /&gt;Brilho do fogo&lt;br /&gt;No silencio sublime...&lt;br /&gt;Medo do escuro&lt;br /&gt;Vento frio...&lt;br /&gt;Onde sonhei, chorei&lt;br /&gt;Me decepcionei...&lt;br /&gt;Escuto vozes e gritos&lt;br /&gt;Segredo oculto&lt;br /&gt;Mistérios ocultos&lt;br /&gt;Medos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;Desejos ocultos&lt;br /&gt;No fim o silencio de tudo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6605067744213548148?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6605067744213548148/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6605067744213548148' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6605067744213548148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6605067744213548148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-que-ser-que-ela-quis-dizer-sem-letra.html' title='O que será que ela quis dizer sem a letra A?'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SL668tdBQkI/AAAAAAAAAho/TP6IXAghkS0/s72-c/noite.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8875836833880040272</id><published>2008-08-21T18:39:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:55:51.058-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou Humana...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SK3g8n6pTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DMtUg8si-dM/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237089273813487026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SK3g8n6pTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DMtUg8si-dM/s200/lagrima.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sou humana as vezes...&lt;br /&gt;Sou humana quase sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Ou quase nunca... humana de mais&lt;br /&gt;Sou pessoa fria&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de matar alguém&lt;br /&gt;Capaz de matar a todos...&lt;br /&gt;Sou pessoa capaz de me matar&lt;br /&gt;Por alguém ou por mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Me sacrificar por alguém&lt;br /&gt;Por que sou humana...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que me acompanham&lt;br /&gt;E sempre me acompanharão&lt;br /&gt;Pra qualquer lugar que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Onde quer que eu esteja...&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos são outros&lt;br /&gt;Mas os erros os mesmos!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8875836833880040272?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8875836833880040272/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8875836833880040272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8875836833880040272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8875836833880040272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/08/sou-humana.html' title='Sou Humana...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SK3g8n6pTbI/AAAAAAAAAhI/DMtUg8si-dM/s72-c/lagrima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-814307382080875169</id><published>2008-04-29T09:50:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:56:08.158-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Pessoas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBclGwCDOnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lkSdAWlT2K8/s1600-h/multidao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194661493098101362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBclGwCDOnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lkSdAWlT2K8/s200/multidao.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Pessoas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nunca mudam&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nunca mudarao...&lt;br /&gt;Continuarao sempre&lt;br /&gt;Com as mesmas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Covardes e hipocritas...&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas não mudam&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nunca mudam&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas nunca mudarao...&lt;br /&gt;Continuarao sempre&lt;br /&gt;Com suas atitudes estranhas&lt;br /&gt;Com seus sonhos e desejos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-814307382080875169?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/814307382080875169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=814307382080875169' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/814307382080875169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/814307382080875169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/apenas-pessoas.html' title='Apenas Pessoas'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBclGwCDOnI/AAAAAAAAAf4/lkSdAWlT2K8/s72-c/multidao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3129736306633400169</id><published>2008-04-29T09:48:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:56:32.720-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu &amp; Meus Momentos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBck1wCDOmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zBMct-uPHiU/s1600-h/Pierot+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194661201040325218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBck1wCDOmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zBMct-uPHiU/s200/Pierot+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de insanidade&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de loucura&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de delirio&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de lucidez&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de insonia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de angustia&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de dor&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de medo&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de solidao&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de revolta&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de odio&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de compaixao&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de paixao&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de ciumes&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de desejos&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de possessao&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de saudade&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Tenho os meus momentos de paz&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Tenho os Meus Momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3129736306633400169?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3129736306633400169/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3129736306633400169' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3129736306633400169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3129736306633400169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/eu-meus-momentos.html' title='Eu &amp; Meus Momentos'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBck1wCDOmI/AAAAAAAAAfw/zBMct-uPHiU/s72-c/Pierot+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4878622783958537282</id><published>2008-04-29T09:43:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:06:28.676-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.M'/><title type='text'>Apenas Te Amei</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBckTACDOlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m1UJK4zoIQg/s1600-h/Gotica+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660604039871058" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBckTACDOlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m1UJK4zoIQg/s200/Gotica+05.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Te amei sem voce saber&lt;br /&gt;Te amei em meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Te amei em minhas insonias&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te amei...&lt;br /&gt;Tentei te amar de todas as maneiras que pude&lt;br /&gt;Mas voce não conseguiu enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;Não enxergou talvez porque não pode&lt;br /&gt;ou porque talvez não quis...&lt;br /&gt;Te amei em minha solidao&lt;br /&gt;Te amei em minhas angustias&lt;br /&gt;Te amei em meu silencio&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te amei...&lt;br /&gt;Amei sem ter tido a chance de ter sido amada&lt;br /&gt;Apenas te amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4878622783958537282?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4878622783958537282/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4878622783958537282' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4878622783958537282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4878622783958537282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/apenas-te-amei_29.html' title='Apenas Te Amei'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBckTACDOlI/AAAAAAAAAfo/m1UJK4zoIQg/s72-c/Gotica+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-3520404349440535300</id><published>2008-04-29T09:37:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:57:09.386-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tarde de Domingo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBcj4wCDOkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SY_PmfyNe1Y/s1600-h/Por+do+sol.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194660153068304962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBcj4wCDOkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SY_PmfyNe1Y/s200/Por+do+sol.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Uma tarde de domingo ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;Um sol escaldante&lt;br /&gt;Que queima minha pele&lt;br /&gt;Queima meu corpo...&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde de domingo ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;Um calor insurpotavel&lt;br /&gt;Que sufoca meu corpoSufoca meus sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Uma tarde de domingo ensolarado&lt;br /&gt;A tarde vai se embora&lt;br /&gt;E a noite vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;Agora já não existe mais a tarde&lt;br /&gt;E nem o domingo ensolarado...&lt;br /&gt;A noite vem chegando e levando embora&lt;br /&gt;o sol escaldante...&lt;br /&gt;o calor insurpotavel&lt;br /&gt;Aff... Agora posso respirar aliviada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-3520404349440535300?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/3520404349440535300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=3520404349440535300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3520404349440535300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/3520404349440535300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarde-de-domingo_29.html' title='Tarde de Domingo'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBcj4wCDOkI/AAAAAAAAAfg/SY_PmfyNe1Y/s72-c/Por+do+sol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6077181094137046932</id><published>2008-04-27T22:25:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:57:25.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quem Possa Interessar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUsGwCDOjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/dxV6AMGInfw/s1600-h/Solidao+8.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194106239726074418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUsGwCDOjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/dxV6AMGInfw/s200/Solidao+8.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;esta minha busca eterna pela felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;o corrigir dos meus erros...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;o meu castigo pelas minhas atitudes...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;os meus sonhos de menina...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;os meus planos de garota....&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;os meus anseios e desvaneios...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;minhas noites de insonia...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;meus momentos de solidao...&lt;br /&gt;A quem possa interessar&lt;br /&gt;a busca pelos meus acertos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6077181094137046932?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6077181094137046932/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6077181094137046932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6077181094137046932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6077181094137046932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/apenas-te-amei.html' title='A Quem Possa Interessar'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUsGwCDOjI/AAAAAAAAAfY/dxV6AMGInfw/s72-c/Solidao+8.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6002597382413376823</id><published>2008-04-27T21:59:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:07:04.899-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Duds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='F.M'/><title type='text'>Eu Errei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUlYgCDOeI/AAAAAAAAAew/k-fJmkJ3sos/s1600-h/Solidao+07.gif"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194098848087357922" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUlYgCDOeI/AAAAAAAAAew/k-fJmkJ3sos/s200/Solidao+07.gif" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Eu errei... Eu me precipitei com voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu gostei de voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu confiei em voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu acreditei em voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu me decepcionei com voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu me entreguei a voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu me enganei com voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu me iludi com voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu me dediquei a voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei... Eu mudei por voce&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei ... Eu me apaixonei por voce&lt;br /&gt;Esse sim foi o meu maior erro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6002597382413376823?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6002597382413376823/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6002597382413376823' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6002597382413376823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6002597382413376823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/tarde-de-domingo.html' title='Eu Errei...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/SBUlYgCDOeI/AAAAAAAAAew/k-fJmkJ3sos/s72-c/Solidao+07.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8352656663736907210</id><published>2008-04-04T23:32:00.019-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:58:07.934-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hoje e Sempre... Voce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bmacdLfkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jSddOg2GZOY/s1600-h/Gotica+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185585362953272898" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bmacdLfkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jSddOg2GZOY/s200/Gotica+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Veja a saudade batendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A dor roubando minha vida inteira em um segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Minha vida inteira vivida num segundo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu ainda sou menina...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Te juro acreditei em você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Outra vez meu caminho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Todos os meus caminhos me levam a você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Lembranças que eu vejo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Saudades que sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mundos que crio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas ainda não é você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Tempo que vem e que vai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mundo que passa a gente pra trás...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Caminhando sozinha, a noite, na rua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sozinha, no quarto escuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Meu esconderijo obscuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Com medo de tudo e sem você pra me proteger...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sei que ninguém é capaz de entender minhas escolhas, meus caminhos e o que me leva até você por todo esse tempo e a todo momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas apesar de tudo o que acontece, vou sem medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Vou sem pesar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por que eu ainda sei te amar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E eu continuarei sem medo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Continuarei com minhas malditas esperanças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Esperando por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por mais que daqui a pouco eu sofra, chore e morra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ninguém tira de mim o que eu sinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Apesar de meus erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De meus tantos pecados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ao menos meu amor é puro e raro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Amor inoscente... De garota que sonha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ninguém pode tomar de alguém a pureza de um sentimento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E agora com toda a dúvida de minhas certezas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Com tanta vontade de voltar e mudar tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Com tanta vontade de poder mudar meu futuro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;De fazer algo por você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Triste por não ter mais você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Querendo o abrigo do abraço daquele que me fez mulher...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Daquele que me fez chorar e morrer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Do mesmo que me fez amar e o querer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Desejando só por hoje e sempre ter você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Texto: Sanguinaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8352656663736907210?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8352656663736907210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8352656663736907210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8352656663736907210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8352656663736907210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/hoje-e-sempre-voce.html' title='Hoje e Sempre... Voce'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bmacdLfkI/AAAAAAAAAeY/jSddOg2GZOY/s72-c/Gotica+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4183462856228098370</id><published>2008-04-04T23:27:00.014-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:58:27.802-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Palavras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bkLsdLfjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hG-1ds8vWNU/s1600-h/Gotica+00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185582910526946866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bkLsdLfjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hG-1ds8vWNU/s200/Gotica+00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu queria encontrar palavras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas não encontro nem forças...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Eu queria encontrar a dose certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mas a vida não é feita de doses e medidas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Como logo diria o poeta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A medida de amar é amar sem medida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ainda quero e desejo tanto encontrar tudo aquilo que quero te dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Dói saber que você não vai me escutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E ainda não encontrei as palavras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nem forças para ser quem sou hoje nesse dia mais que triste...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não leio muitos livros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não vejo televisao...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nem ouço mais musicas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;E não encontro à dose certa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Nem motivos eu encontro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não encontro nada e mais ninguém...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Hoje, para ser mais exata, agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até mesmo as palavras me deixaram...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até mesmo o teu vazio e o som da sua ausência me esqueceram..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Até mesmo o fim se esqueceu de lembrar de mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Texto: Sanguinaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4183462856228098370?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4183462856228098370/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4183462856228098370' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4183462856228098370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4183462856228098370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/sem-palavras.html' title='Sem Palavras'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bkLsdLfjI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/hG-1ds8vWNU/s72-c/Gotica+00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2082884590779071258</id><published>2008-04-04T23:21:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:58:43.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Só Voce</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bi-sdLfiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBbT_-9iR-s/s1600-h/helena-m-p-de-sousa1246988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185581587677019682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bi-sdLfiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBbT_-9iR-s/s200/helena-m-p-de-sousa1246988.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Você e teus erros...&lt;br /&gt;Só por hoje e sempre você...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe bem que no final das contas não sei viver sem você...&lt;br /&gt;Minha Vida se torna mais vazia...&lt;br /&gt;Mais repleta de nada...&lt;br /&gt;Dia mais que profundo de agonia nostálgica...&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio na alma...&lt;br /&gt;Um vazio em mim...&lt;br /&gt;A falta que me faz...&lt;br /&gt;Os delírios que me traz...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, hoje é mais um daqueles dias que me matam tanto...&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles dias em que me arrependo de existir...&lt;br /&gt;Nos quais eu penso em todo o momento em estar com você...&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo apenas teu toque me esqueço do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Esqueço-me da dor...&lt;br /&gt;Na memória, você e teus gestos...&lt;br /&gt;Todo teu carinho e amor...&lt;br /&gt;Declaração... Declarações...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de concertar tudo...De mudar o mundo...&lt;br /&gt;Essas marcas... Essas feridas que não fecham...&lt;br /&gt;Essas dores que eu não quero...&lt;br /&gt;Passado que quero esquecer...&lt;br /&gt;Só você nesse inverno para poder me aquecer......&lt;br /&gt;Só você,Teu calor... Só você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto: Sanguinaria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2082884590779071258?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2082884590779071258/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2082884590779071258' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2082884590779071258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2082884590779071258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-voce.html' title='Só Voce'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R_bi-sdLfiI/AAAAAAAAAeI/jBbT_-9iR-s/s72-c/helena-m-p-de-sousa1246988.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8936224008833649088</id><published>2008-03-25T09:38:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:58:58.996-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Maldita, Bendita e Infinita Madrugada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7ZSsdLfgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hPLSWCqWC8I/s1600-h/Solidao+12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183319136344440322" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7ZSsdLfgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hPLSWCqWC8I/s200/Solidao+12.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Mais uma repetida noite de insonia&lt;br /&gt;e o que me resta agora?&lt;br /&gt;apenas admirar o brilho da lua&lt;br /&gt;Nessa quase madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em nao chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A dor da solidao e a angustia&lt;br /&gt;tomam conta do meu peito...&lt;br /&gt;Nessa quase maldita madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em nao chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;O vento frio e sombrio&lt;br /&gt;paira no ar&lt;br /&gt;congela meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;congela minha alma&lt;br /&gt;Nessa quase bendita madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em nao chegar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ouço vozes que nao eh tua&lt;br /&gt;vejo vultos que nao éh teu&lt;br /&gt;será ilusao ou será loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Nao... eh apenas a dor da saudade&lt;br /&gt;Nessa infinita madrugada&lt;br /&gt;que demorou a chegar&lt;br /&gt;e veio me contemplar...&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/37063229-8936224008833649088?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8936224008833649088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8936224008833649088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8936224008833649088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8936224008833649088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/03/maldita-bendita-e-infinita-madrugada.html' title='Maldita, Bendita e Infinita Madrugada'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7ZSsdLfgI/AAAAAAAAAd4/hPLSWCqWC8I/s72-c/Solidao+12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6923108242961582962</id><published>2008-03-25T09:36:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:59:17.898-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Madrugada Oculta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7X7cdLffI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U3Tx9h8KK9U/s1600-h/Solidao+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183317637400854002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7X7cdLffI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U3Tx9h8KK9U/s200/Solidao+5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sozinha nessa madrugada oculta&lt;br /&gt;Na solidao de outra noite... o silencio&lt;br /&gt;Oculta nesse vazio... repleto de tanto silencio&lt;br /&gt;Levo a vida em passos desordenados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Sozinha nessa madrugada oculta&lt;br /&gt;Caminho por ruas escuras&lt;br /&gt;Acompanhda somente do brilho da lua&lt;br /&gt;Minha madrugada permanece oculta&lt;br /&gt;E no silencio dessa madrugada oculta&lt;br /&gt;nem meu coraçao ouço mais bater&lt;br /&gt;Talvez porque vou morrer no silencio&lt;br /&gt;e no vazio dessa madrugada oculta...&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/37063229-6923108242961582962?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6923108242961582962/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6923108242961582962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6923108242961582962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6923108242961582962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/03/madrugada-oculta.html' title='Madrugada Oculta'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-7X7cdLffI/AAAAAAAAAdw/U3Tx9h8KK9U/s72-c/Solidao+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-916279285989927825</id><published>2008-03-23T00:03:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:59:34.309-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Discutivel Perfeiçao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-XL48dLfeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3KDsYJIgw/s1600-h/Gotica+10.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180771125521251810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-XL48dLfeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3KDsYJIgw/s200/Gotica+10.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Por favor não me idealize&lt;br /&gt;Assim você tá fadado ao deslize&lt;br /&gt;Verdade seja dita&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais me irrita&lt;br /&gt;Do que essa estupidez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É melhor você ter certeza&lt;br /&gt;Tô longe de ser a Madre Tereza&lt;br /&gt;Não pise no meu calo&lt;br /&gt;Ou viro bicho e falo o que não quer ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A princesa também sente, chora, sofre,&lt;br /&gt;Sonha e ouve não&lt;br /&gt;Eu prefiro a verdade a essa discutível perfeição&lt;br /&gt;A princesa também briga, encrenca, berra e fala palavrão&lt;br /&gt;Me recuso a buscar essa discutível perfeição&lt;br /&gt;Também mente, é inconseqüente,&lt;br /&gt;Tem preguiça, Perde a direção&lt;br /&gt;Porque ninguém nesse mundo é cem por cento&lt;br /&gt;Cheio de razão&lt;br /&gt;Me recuso a buscar essa Discutível perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Já tá mais do que comprovado&lt;br /&gt;Mentira um dia escorre pelo ralo&lt;br /&gt;Taxada de mimada,&lt;br /&gt;Rapunzel aprisionada&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem vou ligar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-916279285989927825?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/916279285989927825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=916279285989927825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/916279285989927825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/916279285989927825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/03/discutivel-perfeiao.html' title='Discutivel Perfeiçao'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R-XL48dLfeI/AAAAAAAAAdo/pI3KDsYJIgw/s72-c/Gotica+10.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6942563819522459306</id><published>2008-03-01T19:11:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T01:59:54.240-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca Mais...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nheeW7XOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UUlfIq4VWqM/s1600-h/solidao+no+espelho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172913560673279202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nheeW7XOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UUlfIq4VWqM/s200/solidao+no+espelho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;(lullabye - shawn mullins. versão: gessinger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é o que se pode chamar de uma história original&lt;br /&gt;não importa : é a vida real&lt;br /&gt;acordar de madrugada vindo de outro planeta&lt;br /&gt;sentir-se só&lt;br /&gt;uma criança num berço de ouro&lt;br /&gt;e a ferrugem ao seu redor&lt;br /&gt;os muros da cidade falavam alto demais&lt;br /&gt;coisas que ela não podia mudar nem suportar&lt;br /&gt;ela quis voltar para casa&lt;br /&gt;cansou da violência que ninguém mais via&lt;br /&gt;viu milhões de fotografias e achou todas iguais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta pra mim o que te fez chorar&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais quero te ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofereci abrigo, um lugar para ficar&lt;br /&gt;e ela me olhou como se soubesse desde o início&lt;br /&gt;que eu também não era dali&lt;br /&gt;e quando sorriu ficou ainda mais bonita&lt;br /&gt;tinha a força de quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;que a hora certa vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;lágrimas no sorriso&lt;br /&gt;mãe e filha, chuva e sol&lt;br /&gt;segredos que não podia guardar&lt;br /&gt;e não conseguia contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conta pra mim o que te fez chorar&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais quero te ver chorar&lt;br /&gt;nunca mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6942563819522459306?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6942563819522459306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6942563819522459306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6942563819522459306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6942563819522459306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/03/nunca-mais.html' title='Nunca Mais...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nheeW7XOI/AAAAAAAAAdY/UUlfIq4VWqM/s72-c/solidao+no+espelho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-5415107446348898557</id><published>2008-02-21T09:36:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:00:09.315-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto Vale a Vida?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nX1-W7XKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Sw4uOuB2aXs/s1600-h/Qto+vale+a+vida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172902969283927202" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nX1-W7XKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Sw4uOuB2aXs/s200/Qto+vale+a+vida.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Humberto Gessinger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;?quanto vale a vida de qualquer um de nós?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida em qualquer situação?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida perdida sem razão?&lt;br /&gt;?num beco sem saída, quando vale a vida?&lt;br /&gt;são segredos que a gente não conta&lt;br /&gt;contas que a gente não faz&lt;br /&gt;quem souber quanto vale, fale em alto e bom som ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quantas vidas vale o tesouro nacional?&lt;br /&gt;?quantas vidas cabem na foto do jornal?&lt;br /&gt;?às sete da manhã, quanto vale a vida?&lt;br /&gt;depois da meia-noite, antes de abrir o sinal?&lt;br /&gt;são segredos que a gente não conta&lt;br /&gt;(faz de conta que não quer nem saber)&lt;br /&gt;quem souber, fale agora ou cale-se para sempre ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quanto vale a vida acima de qualquer suspeita?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida debaixo dos viadutos?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida perto do fim do mês?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida longe de quem nos faz viver?&lt;br /&gt;são segredos que a gente não conta&lt;br /&gt;contas que a gente não faz&lt;br /&gt;coisas que o dinheiro não compra&lt;br /&gt;perguntas que a gente não faz:&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nas garras da águianas&lt;br /&gt;asas da pomba&lt;br /&gt;em poucas palavras&lt;br /&gt;no silêncio total&lt;br /&gt;no olho do furacão&lt;br /&gt;na ilha da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida na última cena&lt;br /&gt;quando todo mundo pode ser herói?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida quando vale a pena?&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale quando dói?&lt;br /&gt;são coisas que o dinheiro não compra&lt;br /&gt;perguntas que a gente não faz:&lt;br /&gt;?quanto vale a vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-5415107446348898557?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/5415107446348898557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=5415107446348898557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5415107446348898557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/5415107446348898557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/quanto-vale-vida.html' title='Quanto Vale a Vida?'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8nX1-W7XKI/AAAAAAAAAc4/Sw4uOuB2aXs/s72-c/Qto+vale+a+vida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-7167418917165658873</id><published>2008-02-09T22:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:22:05.113-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade Eloquente</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165139019173881698" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R65CkmVeZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DNY5eJlP2Ns/s200/Solidao+3.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Saudade dos teus abraços&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos teus carinhos&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos teus beijos&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dos teus toques&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Saudade da tua proteçao...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade reprimida&lt;br /&gt;Saudade infinita&lt;br /&gt;Saudade dolorida...&lt;br /&gt;Saudade constante&lt;br /&gt;Saudade angustiante&lt;br /&gt;Saudade sufocante&lt;br /&gt;Saudade intolerante...&lt;br /&gt;Resumindo...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas Saudade de todos os tipos... Saudade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-7167418917165658873?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/7167418917165658873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=7167418917165658873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7167418917165658873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/7167418917165658873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/saudade-eloquente.html' title='Saudade Eloquente'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R65CkmVeZ2I/AAAAAAAAAbo/DNY5eJlP2Ns/s72-c/Solidao+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-2034015281328420389</id><published>2008-02-09T22:03:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:03:30.371-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165135926797428546" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R64_wmVeZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ihNMqKjBj2c/s200/Tempo.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Olho para o relogio&lt;br /&gt;e cada minuto me parece uma eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Uma angustia me sufoca&lt;br /&gt;e volto a olhar para o relogio&lt;br /&gt;e se passaram apenas alguns minutos...&lt;br /&gt;Que me parecem mais uma vez durar&lt;br /&gt;uma eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;A noite vem chegando&lt;br /&gt;e com ela minha angustia aumentando...&lt;br /&gt;A unica companhia que tenho&lt;br /&gt;é o tic-tac do relogio que a cada minuto&lt;br /&gt;só aumenta minha angustia...&lt;br /&gt;E nada da bendita hora passar,&lt;br /&gt;e cada minuto continua a ser uma eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;Que a noite caia, que a noite traga&lt;br /&gt;alivio imediato, alivio na minha angustia&lt;br /&gt;e a hora continua sem passar,&lt;br /&gt;os minutos continuam a ser uma eternidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-2034015281328420389?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/2034015281328420389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=2034015281328420389' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2034015281328420389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/2034015281328420389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R64_wmVeZ0I/AAAAAAAAAbY/ihNMqKjBj2c/s72-c/Tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4309051199842232737</id><published>2008-02-09T22:00:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T19:05:37.926-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Violencia</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172906409552731314" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8na-OW7XLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ea3Wua_z4EI/s200/963_im_grande.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: right; margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;Nas grandes cidades &lt;br /&gt;num país tao violento &lt;br /&gt;os muros e as grades &lt;br /&gt;nos protegem de quase tudo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma bala perdida &lt;br /&gt;encontra alguem perdido &lt;br /&gt;encontra abrigo num corpo &lt;br /&gt;que passa por ali... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um corpo cai do oitavo &lt;br /&gt;a solidao as pessoas nas capitais &lt;br /&gt;a violencia da noite &lt;br /&gt;a intolerancia do trafego.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A violencia travestida faz seu trottoir... &lt;br /&gt;Todo suicida acredita &lt;br /&gt;na vida depois da morte, &lt;br /&gt;A vida quando acaba; &lt;br /&gt;acaba em qualquer lugar...&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/37063229-4309051199842232737?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4309051199842232737/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4309051199842232737' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4309051199842232737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4309051199842232737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/violencia.html' title='Violencia'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R8na-OW7XLI/AAAAAAAAAdA/Ea3Wua_z4EI/s72-c/963_im_grande.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6732490819049239294</id><published>2008-02-09T21:50:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T18:22:41.724-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165133474371102514" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R649h2VeZzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JkAV6lrksNs/s200/Saudade.bmp" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #993399;"&gt;Bate a saudade e entao me lembro que agora estou só...&lt;br /&gt;A solidao invade meu quarto,&lt;br /&gt;invade meu corpo, invade minha alma...&lt;br /&gt;A unica companhia que tenho é a escuridao&lt;br /&gt;da noite e a lua cheia a me olhar...&lt;br /&gt;Me sinto cada vez mais só...a tristeza me domina&lt;br /&gt;e meu olhar fosco...sem direçao no escuro&lt;br /&gt;do meu quarto...na escuridao da noite&lt;br /&gt;insiste em te procurar...&lt;br /&gt;Já são tres da manha...ouço a tua voz me chamar&lt;br /&gt;como um delirio volto a te procurar...&lt;br /&gt;e não há nada, nem ninguem a minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;Sera loucura ou ilusao? Eh apenas a saudade&lt;br /&gt;que insiste em ficar e me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;pra qualquer lugar que eu vá...&lt;br /&gt;As horas continuam a passar&lt;br /&gt;e a dor da saudade e a solidao insistem em ficar...&lt;br /&gt;aumentando mais a minha dor...&lt;br /&gt;pego no sono sem perceber...no cansaço de te esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6732490819049239294?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6732490819049239294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6732490819049239294' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6732490819049239294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6732490819049239294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R649h2VeZzI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/JkAV6lrksNs/s72-c/Saudade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4190917341364788404</id><published>2008-02-09T21:42:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:01:39.859-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Solidão II</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165143301256275858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R65Gd2VeZ5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/7H-XGSfZhpE/s200/Solidao+6.jpg" width="197" height="115" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ao final do dia... toma conta de mim um vazio&lt;br /&gt;imenso e inesplicavel...&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos se confundem...&lt;br /&gt;a dor se instala e a solidao&lt;br /&gt;torna-me mais dura e triste...&lt;br /&gt;E a cada momento a vida me parece&lt;br /&gt;mais vazia e sem saida...&lt;br /&gt;A unica companhia que tenho&lt;br /&gt;eh o brilho da lua...&lt;br /&gt;A noite entao se torna bem mais que longa&lt;br /&gt;se torna um lar de tortura constante&lt;br /&gt;para os amores não correspondidos...&lt;br /&gt;A ilusao do amanha... a ternura do dia seguinte...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas aguardo o amanha chegar&lt;br /&gt;Espero entao por mais um dia&lt;br /&gt;a solidao da noite chegar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-4190917341364788404?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4190917341364788404/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4190917341364788404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4190917341364788404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4190917341364788404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/solido-ii.html' title='Solidão II'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R65Gd2VeZ5I/AAAAAAAAAcA/7H-XGSfZhpE/s72-c/Solidao+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-6568336978251658879</id><published>2008-02-09T21:25:00.006-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:02:07.296-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Solidão'/><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165131949657712418" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R648JGVeZyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_dH7hu2Enkc/s200/Solidao+2.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A chuva cai.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;molha meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;mas não molha minha alma&lt;br /&gt;que esta repleta de dor...&lt;br /&gt;Vem o vento.. frio congela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;meu coraçao que agora&lt;br /&gt;junto com a chuva.. chora de dor...&lt;br /&gt;Penso em voce.. como queria te-lo&lt;br /&gt;ao meu lado agora.. poder sentir teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;e o calor do teu corpo junto ao meu...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora estou só.. andando sem direçao&lt;br /&gt;por essas ruas... pela chuva...&lt;br /&gt;A noite vem chegando...a chuva continua&lt;br /&gt;a cair e junto minhas lagrimas...&lt;br /&gt;Lagrimas de dor... lagrigmas de saudade&lt;br /&gt;“Que a chuva caia como uma luva&lt;br /&gt;um diluvio, um delirio;&lt;br /&gt;Que a chuva traga alivio imediato”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-6568336978251658879?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/6568336978251658879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=6568336978251658879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6568336978251658879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/6568336978251658879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2008/02/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R648JGVeZyI/AAAAAAAAAbI/_dH7hu2Enkc/s72-c/Solidao+2.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-672054417673207951</id><published>2007-12-27T01:05:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:02:20.422-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Quero...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7dCwGVeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/3MN2Z-W-g8w/s1600-h/Gotica+13.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; FLOAT: right; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167672491532773330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7dCwGVeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/3MN2Z-W-g8w/s200/Gotica+13.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por&lt;br /&gt;mim, só preciso de alguém que viva&lt;br /&gt;feliz por mim, que queira estar junto de mim,&lt;br /&gt;me abraçando.&lt;br /&gt;Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu&lt;br /&gt;amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me&lt;br /&gt;importando com que intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as&lt;br /&gt;pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim, nem&lt;br /&gt;que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem.&lt;br /&gt;O importante pra mim é saber que eu, em&lt;br /&gt;algum momento, fui insubstituível, e que esse&lt;br /&gt;momento será inesquecível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar&lt;br /&gt;alguém e poder ter a absoluta certeza de&lt;br /&gt;que esse alguém também pensa em mim&lt;br /&gt;quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando&lt;br /&gt;não estou por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto&lt;br /&gt;a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto&lt;br /&gt;ele é especial e importante pra mim,&lt;br /&gt;sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros...&lt;br /&gt;Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas&lt;br /&gt;com esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que, apesar de minhas&lt;br /&gt;renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza&lt;br /&gt;pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Que me veja como um ser humano completo,&lt;br /&gt;que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;que a vida lhe proporciona,&lt;br /&gt;que dê valor ao que realmente importa,&lt;br /&gt;que é o meu sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;e não brinque com ele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando,&lt;br /&gt;em meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for&lt;br /&gt;muito alegre, e que esse meu sorriso consiga&lt;br /&gt;transmitir paz para os que estiverem&lt;br /&gt;ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas, se um dia&lt;br /&gt;isso acontecer quero ter forças suficientes para&lt;br /&gt;mostrar que o amor existe, que ele é superior&lt;br /&gt;ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória&lt;br /&gt;sem humildade e paz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu&lt;br /&gt;fracassar, amanhã será outro dia e, se eu não&lt;br /&gt;desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos,&lt;br /&gt;talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que&lt;br /&gt;nada foi em vão...que o amor existe,&lt;br /&gt;que vale a pena se doar às amizades e as pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;que a vida é bela, sim e que eu sempre dei o melhor&lt;br /&gt;de mim... e que valeu a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-672054417673207951?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/672054417673207951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=672054417673207951' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/672054417673207951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/672054417673207951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2007/12/apenas-quero.html' title='Apenas Quero...'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7dCwGVeZ9I/AAAAAAAAAcw/3MN2Z-W-g8w/s72-c/Gotica+13.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-4095356399364680096</id><published>2007-09-28T10:32:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:02:36.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Odiar Você</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7c_JWVeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/qOu5JEAnwRY/s1600-h/Olhar+01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167668527277959074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7c_JWVeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/qOu5JEAnwRY/s200/Olhar+01.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;É você a quem eu + odiaria, se isso fosse possível.&lt;br /&gt;Odiaria com toda a minha capacidade e com todo o meu emprenho.&lt;br /&gt;Descarregaria em cima de você a pureza que o ódio, assim como o amor, tem quando não tem culpa.&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixaria distrair pelos talentos, como você deveria ter se deixado.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu pudesse odiar você, meu ódio seria aquele mesmo que aperta lágrimas do coração, que queima o peito e o infla com a razão de todos os injustiçados.&lt;br /&gt;E depois, odiaria friamente, calculadamente se fosse possível odiar você,&lt;br /&gt;trancar-me em meu quarto sozinha e faria listas, um manual, sobre cada coisinha que odiaria em você, se isso fosse possível.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que seja assim, não lhe ofereceri meu amor que nem é amor, é mais uma admiração misturada com medo de ser parecida contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Para você, só tenho meu ódio impossível. Para você, só tenho isso!&lt;br /&gt;Você que odiou a vida&lt;br /&gt;Você que deixou de procurar e de esperar&lt;br /&gt;Você que recusou a vida que lhe impuseram, mas que desistiu da vida, de seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Você que descobriu quem realmente era, que reconheceu seu próprio valor (e gostou dele).&lt;br /&gt;Você que descobriu e deu todos os passos, mas se esqueceu (ou não teve coragem?) de dar o ultimo.&lt;br /&gt;Você que se deixou esmagar pela desesperança, sua e dos outros (e minha também).&lt;br /&gt;Você que poderia ter sido e não foi.&lt;br /&gt;Você a quem eu odiaria se fosse possível, odiar você sem odiar a mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;E na impossibilidade do mundo, no qual seu passado se encontrou com o seu presente, vou odiando você.&lt;br /&gt;Acabo com a força do meu ódio e o desespero da minha inquietação, faço isso por que é preciso que você viva, por que é preciso que você ressuscite, para que eu me salve, é preciso que eu não veja o meu corpo no lugar onde o seu reside.&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/37063229-4095356399364680096?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/4095356399364680096/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=4095356399364680096' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4095356399364680096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/4095356399364680096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2007/09/odiar-voc.html' title='Odiar Você'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R7c_JWVeZ6I/AAAAAAAAAcY/qOu5JEAnwRY/s72-c/Olhar+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37063229.post-8122527775222398486</id><published>2007-09-28T10:14:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-08T02:02:54.619-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta Frágil</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; FLOAT: left; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159265429425931362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R5lkkrbixGI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oDNEw76bYbo/s200/Gotica+02.bmp" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça o caminho do meio, estude o espaço de trás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;absorva por entre o escuro, se salve em cima do muro.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Diga somente a mentira, conserve o oposto da ira&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;machuque o estranho que chora.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não deixe que neguem o medo, permita o descanso da terra,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;observe os pés de quem erra.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Construa um passado irritante, humilhe o seu desviante,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aposte no horror do existir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espere o momento de ver, conspire contra o oposto do ser,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;visite o inferno onde está.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Despreze o começo do amor, implore o perdão do terror,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;não negue o que não for capaz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nomeie o vacilo com o outro, indique o sentir que está solto,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas lembre não ser o que diz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Respeite a desordem, a lei, constranja o capricho da cor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e escreva o que der para escrever.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Péricles Drelos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37063229-8122527775222398486?l=cikatriz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/feeds/8122527775222398486/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37063229&amp;postID=8122527775222398486' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8122527775222398486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37063229/posts/default/8122527775222398486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cikatriz.blogspot.com/2007/09/carta-frgil.html' title='Carta Frágil'/><author><name>Priscila Mendes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06633590435556057687</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ikQ-P5nzcps/TxANSslLCAI/AAAAAAAABwI/vZ2diSK_TSs/s220/eu03.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Nq3Dp5GPm8k/R5lkkrbixGI/AAAAAAAAAaA/oDNEw76bYbo/s72-c/Gotica+02.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
