<?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-28900907</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:00:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amimninguemmepega</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-298261411035797859</id><published>2008-03-14T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:45:44.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>STOP AND STARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R9s4DVyd8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YyJN-d-wzok/s1600-h/olhos3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177793826632102210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R9s4DVyd8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YyJN-d-wzok/s400/olhos3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desde o primeiro texto até hoje já passaram 2 anos, muita coisa se passou desde então alegrias, tristezas em que tudo senti e partilhei… embora algumas vezes não o tenha feito… O importante ficou, o resto vêm comigo no segredo dos meus momentos e sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Acabo por ter de fazer uma reflexão, talvés por tudo o que já aconteceu desde o primeiro momento em que escrevi o primeiro texto e tudo o que veio depois dele.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade essa mantêm-se…. procuro deixar, procuro manter e fazer lembrar quem sou que de bom posso dar, mas também o que não posso levar…Hoje sinto-me como que antevendo o que vêm como se do passado viesse o futuro, como se &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;DOKU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; me mostrasse a mim próprio do que sou e de como fui …&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Mérito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;….. as palavras sempre foram dificeis e tu sabes, sempre me preocupei por te dar força e tentar mostrar-te a tua. Talvés contigo iniciei um ciclo que ainda não fechou e não sei quando acontecerá… Já o disse aqui Bita sei que estás bem e já te o disse fico muito feliz… O meu descanso só chegou com a mensagem que me enviaste e que guardo comigo.. não te disse mas as lagrimas correram e finalmente senti-me em paz…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Diferent…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; como o és e eu não vi… Dor….. eu sei Lamechas, quem me dera nunca o ter feito… hoje as tuas palavras são as minhas “ chegou a vez de serem outros a me magoar… tu já tiveste a tua vez…”. Como tens razão, ainda assim não me tiras o facto de hoje seres aquilo que sempre vi em ti e nem tu sabias do que eras capaz … Procuro ainda assim, às vezes a brincar mas, sem saberes colocar a verdade no fundo das palavras mostrando-te aquilo que és para mim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Unbelievable…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; contas no teu mundo a Angel que és, que foste e que desejas ser… hoje te pergunto qual de nós foi o anjo…. eu ou tu?.. cheguei à tua vida quando não acreditavas mais nela.. enchi-te de vida e mostrei o valor que ela têm… o poder de estar vivo… o poder dos sentimentos quando achavas que eles já não existiam, hoje consegues acreditar novamente que é possivel mas……… será que olhas para trás e consegues ver tudo aquilo que te quis mostrar?…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Samurai L…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; o que posso eu dizer de ti… apenas e só a pessoa que mais me deu de si, nunca tive alguem como tu. Sinto que entrei na tua vida do mesmo modo que deixas a minha.. como única… sabes que por mais anos que possam passar a nossa cumplicidade será eterna e talvés a minha passagem apenas pode ser positiva pelo sonho que concretizas-te… Hoje sei que melhor é impossível, da mesma forma que sei que melhor do que estas também… Ficas em mim acredita por muito distante que te pareça o tempo não apaga o que de bom me deste.. É como diz a letra “&lt;strong&gt;All that I am,All that I ever was, Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see”&lt;/strong&gt; ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Deeper…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Deite a força que precisavas para mudares a tua vida, neste momento estas junto da menina que mais faz brilhar os teus olhos e é nela que deves apostar.Nunca te disse mas foste importante para mim, tal como eu fui para ti.. sei que nunca te consegui demonstrar isso mas não foste só mais um caminho… foste uma solução que terminou pelos mesmos motivos que começou…. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Hoje o momento é da calmia, já à muito tempo que não me sentia assim…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This town is colder now, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think it's sick of us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It's time to make our move,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm shakin off the rust&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've got my heart set on anywhere but here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm staring down myself, counting up the years Steady hands, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;just take the wheel... And every glance is killing me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Time to make one last appeal... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;for the life I lead Stop and stare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but I go nowhere Yeah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that everyone gets scared But&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I've become what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be, oh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You start to wonder why you're 'here' not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, can u see what I see &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They're tryin to come back, all my senses push&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Un-tie the weight bags, I never thought I could... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steady feet, don't fail me now &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Gonna run till you can't walk &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But something pulls my focus out And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm standing down... Stop and stare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go nowhere Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that everyone gets scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've become what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be, oh &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You start to wonder why you're here not there &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And you'd give anything to get what's fair &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But fair ain't what you really need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Oh, you don't need &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;What u need, what u need... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stop and stare &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I think I'm moving but &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I go nowhere Yeah &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know that everyone gets scared &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;But I've become what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I can't be Oh, do u see what &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I see...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Republic- Stop and Stare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-298261411035797859?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/298261411035797859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/298261411035797859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2008/03/stop-and-stare.html' title='STOP AND STARE'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R9s4DVyd8UI/AAAAAAAAABQ/YyJN-d-wzok/s72-c/olhos3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-5010987105195239641</id><published>2007-10-03T16:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T16:55:32.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DEEPER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RwQroXrqkII/AAAAAAAAAA0/xj5ATsSm49U/s1600-h/IFFTzX114175-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117263049151647874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RwQroXrqkII/AAAAAAAAAA0/xj5ATsSm49U/s400/IFFTzX114175-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheguei a ti como quem pede um favor, levado pela vontade de outro que deseja te conhecer……só pode ser ironia pois mal sabiamos o laço que nos iria envolver….&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu sorriso de &lt;strong&gt;“blábláblá&lt;/strong&gt;”, ouviste aquilo que dissemos e nessa noite não te vi mais naquele bar.&lt;br /&gt;No dia seguinte depois de um convite e sentado, encontrei pela primeira vez o teu ar de quem manda e sabe, mas que na verdade&lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;não o sente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;……….. Sentado e sem saberes ofereceste-me uma bebida e eu respondi-te “mas eu não bebo”…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua resposta para não estranhar foi……… “ não quero saber vais ter de beber ou então fica ai”…, o que não sabias é que naquele momento despertas-te em mim o teu sentido, a descoberta do teu ser.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que se seguiu fica registado na minha memória, nesse noite quando chegaste com elas junto de nós, já tinhas por mim o teu destino traçado e pouco a pouco fui-me aproximando……. Fomos falando até que te perguntei…” se conheceres alguém mesmo que te deixe mal não arriscavas?…” e tu disseste.. “ arriscava..” o que não sabias é que já o estavas a fazer. Nessa noite a mim te despis-te sem saberes, em ti vi-te sem véus, sem máscaras, sem jogo e embora o continuasses a fazer no fim dessa mesma noite te disse….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;……. “&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;quando quiseres deixar de jogar falamos….. eu já te vi, no teu ser, na tua essência e tudo o que faças em contrário eu sei que não és tu….. por isso não vale apena”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;…… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;saí de perto de ti e quando voltaste aproximaste-te e ao te abraçar envolveste as tuas mãos na minha, como que a comprovar que na realidade eu tinha razão e essa foi a primeira vez que o fizeste. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O dia a seguir foi de total ausência de ti, da tua presença e como que a fugir do destino te encontrei já pronta para saires e de volta para a tua vida, só que eu não deixei e obriguei-te a ficar e tu deixaste. No dia a seguir em tua casa me aproximei e tentei mostrar-te que nada do que te dizia era em vão, entre as nossas lutas em que me tratavas mal, havia ao mesmo tempo o aproximar e entre o aperto do nosso corpo e a luta do teu espirito acabámos por nos beijar e foi nesse momento que te entregas-te finalmente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lay back relax girl tonight would be a night that you never forget&lt;br /&gt;Tonight would be a night that you wont regret&lt;br /&gt;And tonight girl is you're night……… so go ahead and lay down your guard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos o resto do dia sem falar, apenas trocámos mensagens e só à noite é que nos voltámos a ver e foi ai que naquele espaço acabámos por nos unir por fim, mas não antes de me dizeres &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;…… &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;“&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sabes que isto é tudo culpa tua não sabes&lt;/span&gt;?”&lt;/span&gt;…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…….À tua pergunta nesse momento te respondi ……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…..” &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;e tu sabes que eu não me podia ir embora sem que isto acontecesse não sabes&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;/span&gt;”………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio que se seguiu foi de cumplicidade e nada mais havia a dizer a não ser deixar finalmente o nosso desejo sair e tomar conta de nós. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we'll take it slow&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let u decide the tempo… but one thing is for sure&lt;br /&gt;I'm hittin' it tonight girl!&lt;br /&gt;Ooh girl tell me if you feel me too the way that i'm feeling you.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can go deeper (deeper), deeper(deeper)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabámos por ir para o teu quarto onde acordámos já de manhã, onde entre sorrisos e constragimentos acabámos por deixar o momento ficar até ao máximo possível, tinhas de ir embora trabalhar e acabámos por despedir à pressa deixando para mais tarde a despedida.&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde encontrámos-nos, esta antecedendo já o adeus que prometeu retorno quer teu quer meu. Aí se calhar pelo facto de não nos vermos durante algum tempo foste tu quem me puxaste, quem me agarraste um pouco forçadda pelas minhas palavras mas onde escapas-te um… “&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;vê-lá se eu não te obrigo a ir até lá cima despedir&lt;/span&gt;”….&lt;/strong&gt; que me deixou surpreendido e ai sim em crer que eu também, tal como tu em mim, não tinha sido indiferente……. foi então ao som desta música que nos despedimos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Its a joyride, so enter my world and enjoy the ride.&lt;br /&gt;See I can make you feel like a kid in a candy shop give you all that I've got girl,&lt;br /&gt;Cause you are by far the most beautiful girl I've been with so far&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we are gonna go all the way, goon make you feel like a princes today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lyricsspot.com/nelson+freitas-lyrics-63615.html"&gt;Nelson Freitas&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.lyricsspot.com/nelson+freitas--album-lyrics-0.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;- Deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Esta despedida apenas marca o fim de uma aventura, mas o principio quem sabe de algo mais…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&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/28900907-5010987105195239641?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5010987105195239641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5010987105195239641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/10/deeper.html' title='DEEPER'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RwQroXrqkII/AAAAAAAAAA0/xj5ATsSm49U/s72-c/IFFTzX114175-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-2891572788206399475</id><published>2007-07-20T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T17:00:15.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ICEBOX</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RqG3xezMTwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pO37M8m2lA/s1600-h/iceGallery_hero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5089551114614624002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RqG3xezMTwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pO37M8m2lA/s400/iceGallery_hero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vejo nos teus olhos os laços vermelhos dos teus sentimentos, procuro não ficar sem palavras à medida que vais dizendo as tuas, mas fico sempre atrás de ti parado nos momentos de cada palavra tua &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sem resposta ou expressão&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falamos e dançamos à procura de algo mais do que sons, talvez seja na seguinte que as portas se abrem e nos alertam para a realidade do momento e do seu significado. Procuro dizer-te ou mostrar, que é deles que vivemos e são os verdadeiros que nos alimentam e que nos impulsam para a frente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por vezes são insuficientes, eu sei, são pouco para aquilo que dás e para o que acreditas ser possivel, mas é dificil dizer-te tudo aquilo que existe dentro de mim e mostrar-te os seus cantos e encantos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saiste de perto de mim e eu mais uma vez &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;sinto-me sem as palavras certas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; que&lt;/span&gt; gostava de te dizer e neste momento o mais proximo que consigo é partilhar a musica que ouço na tua ausência e que me dá força para lutar e continuar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Fussin and fightin we back at it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know that, it's my fault, you don't understand (no)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got memories, this is crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You ain't nothin like, the girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Good with ma, good with pa, cool with all my niggas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I should try to decide want let you in, but no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That means memories, and its crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You ain't nothing like the girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out, cause &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;I'm tired of fightin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I got this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got this &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;icebox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; where my heart used to be (but I got this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;icebox &lt;/span&gt;where my heart used to be (said I got this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why can't I get it right, just can't let it go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I opened up, she let me down, I won't feel that no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got memories, this is crazy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;She ain't nothing like the girl I used to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't mean to take it out on you baby but I can't help it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;'Cause my heart is in the same ol' condition that baby left it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I, I apologize, for makin' you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;Look me in my eye and promise you won't do me the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Girl I really wanna work this out, 'cause I'm tired of fightin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And I really hope you still want me the way I want you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I said I really wanna work this out, damn girl I'm tryin'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It's no excuse, no excuse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;But I got this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;icebox&lt;/span&gt; where my heart used to be (but I got this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I got this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;icebox&lt;/span&gt; where my heart used to be (said I got this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I'm so cold, I'm so cold, I'm so col&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I don't wanna be stuck up in this &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;cold cold world&lt;/span&gt; ('cause I don't wanna be) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Don't wanna mess this up better keep your eye on me girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Omarion-Icebox&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-2891572788206399475?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/2891572788206399475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=2891572788206399475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/2891572788206399475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/2891572788206399475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/07/icebox.html' title='ICEBOX'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RqG3xezMTwI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_pO37M8m2lA/s72-c/iceGallery_hero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-7592711865787326012</id><published>2007-07-12T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:57:28.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What i´ve done</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R2R-jPFPXQI/AAAAAAAAABI/sIiPB0F4sxk/s1600-h/322337435_cc5cd9b293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144375818172980482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R2R-jPFPXQI/AAAAAAAAABI/sIiPB0F4sxk/s400/322337435_cc5cd9b293.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Já fizemos anos e foram tantas as vezes que senti a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;minha injustiça em ti&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. Na altura era dificil explicar ou falar as razões e quais as justificações, isto se alguma vez existiram, para ter sido assim. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As palavras que foram feitas e o vazio que ficou, obrigou a que o mesmo se mantivesse e só algum tempo depois se tornou possivel voltarmos a falar e partilhar alguns &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;sentimentos de alegria e de tristezas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabes bem que nunca estive ausente, segui e sigo da melhor forma possivel os teus passos, as tuas alegrias, expectativas e fico contente por te ver assim.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te disse e nunca duvidei do que eras capaz e do que poderias fazer e só hoje me vais dando razão aquilo que já dizia à tanto tempo .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Quando estivemos juntos a ultima vez não consegui deixar de ter no pensamento, razão pela qual escrevo este texto, a clara noção de que me sinto liberto do peso que sentia sempre que me recordei ou falei de ti. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje deixo esse mesmo sentimento presente, convicto de que hoje e de certo modo estou em paz comigo mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In this farewell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There’s no blood &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;There’s no alibi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;‘Cause I’ve drawn regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;From the truth Of a thousand lies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let mercy come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And wash away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I'll face myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To cross out what I’ve become &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erase myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And let go of what I’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Put to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What you thought of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well I cleaned this slate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;With the hands Of uncertainty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So let mercy come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And wash away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll face myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To cross out what I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erase myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And let go of what I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;For what I’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I start again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And whatever pain may come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today this ends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’m forgiving what I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I’ll face myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;To cross out what I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Erase myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And let go of what I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I’ve done &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Forgiving what I’ve done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;liking Park&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What I've Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/28900907-7592711865787326012?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/7592711865787326012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=7592711865787326012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7592711865787326012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7592711865787326012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/07/what-ive-done.html' title='What i´ve done'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/R2R-jPFPXQI/AAAAAAAAABI/sIiPB0F4sxk/s72-c/322337435_cc5cd9b293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-5340402491032767918</id><published>2007-07-12T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T12:26:39.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Has Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I lay down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;With no will to show you who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I just walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cause I'm tired of seeing how messed up you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's rotten, so jealous I searched and kept my distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, I did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cause it's not worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Fighting against all of you losers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems like I'm giving up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems I am lost in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It seems my term expired&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;If you paid some attention you'd see I might lose my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Well I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I’ve had enough of your unfinished business&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I won't resist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;'cause that's what you want but I won’t play a part in your game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;It's easier to change and be a stranger to ourselves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yes, it is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;But it's not worth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Wrecking my health and my precious youth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Something has broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Fingertips-Something has broken&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-5340402491032767918?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/5340402491032767918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=5340402491032767918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5340402491032767918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5340402491032767918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/07/something-has-broken.html' title='Something Has Broken'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-7403948368622873828</id><published>2007-07-07T06:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-14T06:17:49.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shining Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RpjM4RFaLTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1jKr3CYSE6w/s1600-h/DSC02437.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5087041046145805618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RpjM4RFaLTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1jKr3CYSE6w/s400/DSC02437.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a minha mana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescemos e vivemos sempre com o peso de sermos cumplices de uma dor de ausência que nos voltava e atormentava nos passos de infância que percorriamos. Nem sempre seguimos as mesmas linhas e várias foram as vezes que não nos falámos durante meses a fio sendo que algumas vezes admito por teimosia minha, outras pelas tuas mas sempre voltámos a ter presente a nossa ligação .&lt;br /&gt;Sendo sangue do meu sangue sempre fui contra algumas atitudes e da forma como encaravas certas situações, tentando lembrar-te constantemente das &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lições e exemplos de vida que nos tinham sido transmitidos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can see clearly now, the rain is gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33ffff;"&gt;I can see all obstacles in my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me como se ainda estivessemos dentro do carro do pai, &lt;strong&gt;no entanto já passaram 15 anos&lt;/strong&gt;, no largo da Igreja de Alvalade estávamos à espera dele e tu fixamente olhavas para uma noiva que passava em cortejo por nos e tu deixaste naquele momento a tua infância e com a tristeza de quem já sofreu e com os olhos derramados, olhaste para mim como quem pede um desejo e perguntaste-me……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Quando é que vai ser a minha vez? Para quando o dia em que também serei assim feliz, vestida de noiva……..”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na altura a vida só te mostrava o que de amargo se tem e como tudo muda de um momento para o outro e então respondi-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;” …… O teu dia também chegará onde serás igualmente ou ainda mais feliz, do que ela pois tu mereces e esse momento te será devido …”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal sempre tive razão, de tal forma que no momento em que te aproximavas do altar acompanhada pelo pai, foi então a minha vez de olhar para ti e de chorar pois o momento que estavas a ter era merecido e acredito que para ti terá sido sem dúvida um momento que nunca esquecerás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I think I can make it now, the pain is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All of the bad feelings have disappeared&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the rainbow I’ve been prayin for &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Foi a primeira vez que chorei por ti, por sentimento, por alegria, por saber que depois de tudo o que passaste finalmente encontraste a paz que tanto ansiavas e que tanto choraste. Naquele dia todos os momentos que passamos vieram à cabeça, as alegrias, os momentos de terror de ouvir todo o dia músicas da Madonna,&lt;strong&gt;( era um abuso e digo mesmo uma agressão aos meus ouvidos&lt;/strong&gt;), mas que ajudou a enriquecer a minha cultura musical e estou a ser simpático ao dizer isto e tu sabes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas também me fez lembrar de tudo o que me deste, &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a alegria de partilhar contigo uma familia, de partilhar a vivência com os teus filhos,&lt;/span&gt; tendo a honra de ser padrinho de um deles, no qual me revejo e me lembro do carinho que sem saberem me deram em momentos que tanto precisei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mana velha sei que nem sempre te consigo mostrar nem tão pouco demonstrar, mas espero que o teu coração neste momento não tenha qualquer dúvida de que gosto muito de ti e fico feliz porque tu também estas feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look all around, there’s nothing but blue skies &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Look straight ahead, nothing but blue skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It’s gonna be a bright (bright), bright (bright)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Sun-Shiny day.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johnny Nash - I Can See Clearly Now&lt;/strong&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/28900907-7403948368622873828?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/7403948368622873828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=7403948368622873828' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7403948368622873828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7403948368622873828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/07/shinning-day-para-minha-mana-crescemos.html' title='Shining Day'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RpjM4RFaLTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/1jKr3CYSE6w/s72-c/DSC02437.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-5555330575818438999</id><published>2007-03-11T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:25:22.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Samurai L &amp; Sunrise P</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbCRjHKRrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gs94mYnsIro/s1600-h/sem+tÃ&amp;shy;tulo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041430439626688178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbCRjHKRrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gs94mYnsIro/s400/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgiste vinda do nada, numa noite mista entre o ódio e quem desconfia que lhe estao a passar a perna. Sim ausente, como sempre, falávamos de coisas banais num passo meio lento meio rápido.... num misto daquilo que se estava a sentir entre o interesse do desinteresse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez por não saber falar de cor, imaginei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Talvez por saber&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;o que não será melhor, aproximei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois sorri pensei não pode ser assim, e perguntei...... "o que quer dizer a tua tatuagem"....... a resposta esta afastou-me, como sempre, .............. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"se fosse para se saber não estava escrito em japonês"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;............. mal sabiamos que como pontos que acumulam num cartão que não têm validade eles já estavam a contar. Depois foi a minha vez em tom de vingança a querer demonstrar que nem sempre as coisas são como pareçem, onde ao aproximar-me te disse.... &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;" isto dança-se assim"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; .......&lt;br /&gt;Mais tarde por motivo de uma desculpa qualquer aproximei os meus lábios ao teu pescoço e foi ai nesse momento que tremeste e eu senti, o meu veneno ja percorria o teu corpo e tu sem te aperceberes já te tinhas entregue.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo seguinte foi de aprendizagem, conhecimento mútuo do meu, teu, nosso........... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;será que posso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't quite know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How to say&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How I feel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Those three words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Are said too much &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They're not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os momentos foram ficando eternos e a tua dedicação uma surpresa, sempre te vi sem mascaras mas assim nunca tinha pensado que poderia acontecer. Tentei contudo dizer-te como sou, como como posso fazer mal, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;será que agora me dás a razão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dias depressa passavam e cada vez mais a diferença me angustiava, como era possível manter-me distante de tudo o que me davas, o bem que me tratavas e do amor que entregavas ........&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu olhar para ti, ver como és para mim sem te poder dar o mesmo de volta?. Ver tudo o que me dás e sem o poder devolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Obrigado por saberes cuidar de&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mim, tratar de mim, olhar para mim... &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Escutar quem sou e&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;se ao menos tudo fosse igual a ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Gift - Fácil De Entender&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verdade essa era bem mais cruel, sem conseguir sentir afundava num vazio cada vez mais presente. A minha ausência em ti as situações que aconteceram e que por muito que lutasse me afastaram.&lt;br /&gt;Sem duvida que o que resta será sempre a forma como me vês, o carinho como me acolheste, não pensei que algum dia iria ter alguem assim, o elo esse sabes bem que irá persistir para sempre por todos os motivos que sabes e daqueles que não sabes e que ficam guardados em mim para todo o sempre. Mesmo que assim não sintas, mesmo que não te pareça não te esqueci ficas guardada no meu coração &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;por tudo aquilo que és, por tudo o que foste e por tudo o que sempre serás para mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O maior dos meus medos já tu disse.............. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;não consigo suportar a imagem de não ter sido especial para ti e que no futuro apenas seja mais um sem memorias para lembrar ou algo para recordar ......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para mim não será assim, embora ausente como sempre fui das coisas e tu sabes, naqueles momentos meus em que ninguem consegue entrar estas lá guardada para sempre e mais dentro de mim é impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Esta é a minha carta de dizer adeus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Serás sempre Samurai L e eu Sunrise P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I am &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All that I ever was &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is here in your perfect eyes, they're all I can see &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't know where &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confused about how as well &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just know that these things will never change for us at all &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SNOW PATROL- Chasing Cars&lt;/strong&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/28900907-5555330575818438999?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/5555330575818438999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=5555330575818438999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5555330575818438999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/5555330575818438999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/03/samurai-l-sunrise-p.html' title='Samurai L &amp; Sunrise P'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbCRjHKRrI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gs94mYnsIro/s72-c/sem+t%C3%ADtulo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-7626027459631320286</id><published>2007-02-25T15:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T08:21:54.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenix</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbBdzHKRqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKBlyQ_4soA/s1600-h/Img015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041429550568457890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbBdzHKRqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKBlyQ_4soA/s400/Img015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal como o nascimento, também a morte têm a sua própria esperança....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preso pelo próprio ser, motivador de um crescer e de novamente ir mais além do que nós pode ser dado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Full of sorrow and pain&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Janeiro marca um regresso, um desejo cumprido, o triunfo da vontade de lutar, de tentar ser novamente aquilo que me caracteriza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We have to move faster and faster to know where we belong&lt;br /&gt;We need to move faster and faster to know where we must go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parte da alegria voltou, o sentido de pensar aquilo que me motiva e que me faz viver ............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:180%;"&gt;.................. &lt;strong&gt;MEU DEUS&lt;/strong&gt; ...................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause the world is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's time to free your mind&lt;br /&gt;'cause the world is in your hands&lt;br /&gt;It's time to free your mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;que saudades de sentir que é meu, que posso guardar ali as minhas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coisas porque amanhã vai estar ali outra vez, que não o tenho de devolver, pôr, tirar, voltar a pôr. ..................... &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ACABOU................&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;agora chegou ao fim a angustia do vazio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;As ruinas permanecem, deixando na memoria o que já foram e o significado que tiveram. Daqui renasce das suas cinzas a sua &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FENIX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, procurando novos caminhos e lembrar que apenas é uma evolução daquilo que fora antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's our duty to change&lt;br /&gt;Everything that's wrong&lt;br /&gt;Being bright and strong&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere&lt;br /&gt;I know there is someone who'll say&lt;br /&gt;For sure it's fun enough&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to move faster and faster to find out who we are&lt;br /&gt;We need to move faster and faster 'cause everyone has a star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fingertips&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;- Move Faster&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-7626027459631320286?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/7626027459631320286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=7626027459631320286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7626027459631320286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/7626027459631320286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2007/02/fenix.html' title='Fenix'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KY-6d5fe_k8/RfbBdzHKRqI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SKBlyQ_4soA/s72-c/Img015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-116425255170115045</id><published>2006-11-22T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T19:31:01.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7169/3067/1600/236941/PUD1FA552888-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7169/3067/400/506280/PUD1FA552888-02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a Joana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm drowning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Asphyxiated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wanna break this spell&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;That you've created&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;È assim que me sinto cada vez que penso em ti, como eu queria fingir que não existes……… nunca o foste, quer para mim ou para a minha vida………… mas existes, tens forma ….. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;a tua, na minha, o meu, o teu, o nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, mesmo que sem voz, ainda ouço, penso e sinto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You're something beautiful&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A contradiction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wanna play the game&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;I want the friction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de pensar assim, de sentir assim, em cada momento em cada instante, de cada vez que me fecho e vejo-te a ti em mim no principio …….. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Gostava de manter eternos, os teus olhos, o teu ser que sem eu saber me tornou assim, sem nada poder fazer, sem poder compreender………. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;A TI me dei, me deste, viste, fugiste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ………… como quem espera por ver aquilo que sempre fingiste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor, como eu sei o que significa ……. As memórias que a mim me ficam, tento perceber e aprender o que de bom me deixaste e como isso me deixa em contraste com tudo o que sempre achaste ……. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffff00;"&gt;A vida, pela vida e para a vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; …….. Assim eram as tuas palavras doces que me enfeitiçaram e que tão depressa me abandonaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bury it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you bury it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you smother it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I won't let you murder it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois percebo, entendo e escrevo, &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“As pessoas não são especiais dizem-me, são os momentos que assim as tornam”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; e como eles foram, tu foste ………. Eu sou e fomos. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquele momento, aquele respirar, o teu beijar, o meu gritar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ………….. porque afinal &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;vivi e renasci&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, nos teus braços, na tua boca e foi por ti que fiquei assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas são aquelas que me deixam rouca, presa ao vazio do teu sentir, da tua ausência ao qual fiquei presa. O tempo corre para bem longe de nós os dois onde a memória se socorre dos nossos momentos e as espalha pelo vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje começo a pensar e talvez a me encontrar …….. O depois, do que resta, para que presta?...... Talvez nada ou tudo, ou um pouco do que é o mundo, na sua palidez ou cor disfarçada onde tudo passa e ninguém diz nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um adeus, um sorriso é tudo o que eu preciso de ti ........... para mim, para que seja tudo sem fugir e sem ficar com a sensação de que é para sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our time is running out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't push it underground&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't stop it screaming out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muse- Our Time Is Running Out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-116425255170115045?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/116425255170115045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=116425255170115045' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/116425255170115045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/116425255170115045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/11/running-out.html' title='Running Out'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-116424972612219475</id><published>2006-11-22T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T18:52:39.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinal</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7169/3067/1600/762091/s500x500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7169/3067/400/661332/s500x500.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ja estava deitado e tu nao deixas-te de aparecer&lt;br /&gt;percebi a tua mensagem velho amigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;And always will be&lt;br /&gt;Some day youll return to&lt;br /&gt;Your valleys and your farms&lt;br /&gt;And youll no longer burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be brothers in arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje foi dificil nao lembrar a dor sim aquela que me persegue hà 12 anos e que me faz lembrar aquele dia.&lt;br /&gt;sim nunca vou esquecer tu nos meus bracos &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;e o frio a entrar nos nossos corpos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; .................. &lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;e tu a desaparecer-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-nunca me esqueço apenas arrefeço, sim tenho sorte eu sei e tu me lembras como a recordar que tudo continua e apenas o tempo apazigua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As tuas palavras nunca as esquecerei &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A amizade nunca acabará disseste tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; .......... e eu sei que em mim viverás para sempre e aqui vais ficar para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nuno, meu irmao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we ride together we die together&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Brother in arms for life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And always will be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Some day youll return to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your valleys and your farms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And youll no longer burn&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To be brothers in arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Theres so many different worlds&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So many differents suns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we have just one world&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But we live in different ones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every man has to die&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But its written in the starlight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And every line on your palm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On our brothers in arms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dire Straits&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-116424972612219475?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/116424972612219475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=116424972612219475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/116424972612219475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/116424972612219475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/11/sinal.html' title='Sinal'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-115369911131103322</id><published>2006-07-23T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T13:42:29.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BANDIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/147399811.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/320/147399811.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com os teus olhos semi-serrados me disseste, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);font-size:180%;" &gt;" Tu estragas-me com mimos, percebes ou não?"&lt;/span&gt;, e eu sem saber como reagir, sem saber o que dizer. Tu tens sido a surpresa da amizade, do carinho e do afecto, eu que nunca dei por tu chegares, por surgires entre os momentos e por preencheres os meus tempos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 204);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the only thing that i want&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;to feel you&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;the only thing that i want &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is to be with you, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and watch the sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro do &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nosso café na praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, da viagem de regresso pela marginal juntos e a ouvir aquele &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; que fluía entre nós. Cercados pela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;magia de estarmos juntos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, parecia que só por isso tudo à nossa volta ficava mais pequeno, mais acessível como se as portas do tempo se abrissem só para nós e que só nós comandávamos a vida ao sabor do nosso tempo e do momento.&lt;br /&gt;O tempo tem passado e entre nós só fica cada vez mais a amizade, o sentimento puro e a cumplicidade e por isso cada vez mais gosto de estar ao pé de ti e de sentir que de ti só posso esperar o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOMAAA!!!!&lt;br /&gt;DÁ-MEEEE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes são os nossos gritos de guerra mas também a nossa cumplicidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-115369911131103322?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/115369911131103322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=115369911131103322' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/115369911131103322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/115369911131103322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/07/bandit.html' title='BANDIT'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-115014023481130341</id><published>2006-06-12T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T12:23:54.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FIM DE UM CICLO 2006/05/30</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/Img006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/400/Img006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha prometido a mim mesmo que o único texto que faria sobre mim seria o primeiro, contudo devido a eventos bastante recentes tive de mudar essa promessa……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde sempre procurei ser eu mesmo, inabalável nos meus critérios e nas minhas decisões, essas levaram-me desde cedo a seguir vários rumos independentes daquilo que me rodeia e das opiniões que me cercam.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre lutei por coisas que achei serem necessárias, mas que não tinham obrigação e pelas quais sempre achei terem mais prazer se fossem ganhas por mim. Por isso comecei cedo a criar e a planear as mesmas de modo a conseguir os meus objectivos, mesmo contra tudo e todos. Para tal usei as garras que me transmitiram, as lições que me deram sobre a vida e a necessidade de ser independente.&lt;br /&gt;Comecei com pequenas coisas, fui subindo à medida que o tempo ia passando, testando os meus próprios limites e assim fui crescendo, tendo dentro de mim a vontade inabalável de ir sempre além do meu mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I’m waiting for the night to fall&lt;br /&gt;Were everything is bearable&lt;br /&gt;And here when your still&lt;br /&gt;All that you feel is tranquillity&lt;br /&gt;There is a star in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Guiding my way from behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depeche Mode- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Violator&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite ia longa tal como qualquer outra e o percurso no seu curso normal, com as luzes a passar de lado, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;como estranhos que se cruzam numa cidade anónima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; como qualquer outra e vivendo a cada pulso. Cheguei e como quem vê e não esquece tudo o resto deixa de ser ficção e se transforma na realidade de quem sonha, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;rasgado pela invasão de três sombras que sem alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; vagueiam e descobrem o segredo da luz assim foi o seu ataque sem aviso, sem amor pelo que vêem inóspitos ao sentir, ao sonho, ao que representa aquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele som no ar, o vento corrido pela tempestade daquele bater e a pensar no meu lema e de tudo o que já fiz……. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Viver cada momento como o último, daí as escolhas, a necessidade de me sentir vivo e de não me arrepender &lt;/span&gt;……….. As crianças estão protegidas pensei, sempre foi esse o meu desejo e sei que será cumprido …….. Eles ficarão bem ….. Tristes, mas bem.&lt;br /&gt;Já vivi tudo não deixo nada, mesmo nada, incompleto ou por dizer, só o pensamento numa pessoa naquele momento me deixava pior e a necessidade de a deixar daquele modo me colocava mais triste ……….. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ffff99;"&gt;Viver, sim Viver &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;……….. Foi a opção mesmo quando me levavam três anos da minha vida e mais um pelo que acontecia e momentos houve em que isso quase não me detinha e o sangue sorria como a querer sair, soltar-se e juntar-se a outros.&lt;br /&gt;Nada poderia voltar a ser o mesmo, o momento sem razão e sem verdade, pelo crescer por tudo o que significava, por tudo o que me roubaram. Sim a vida é mais importante eu sei, e não me esqueço do que ela significa, mas e os sonhos onde ficam? As ruínas o que significam? Apenas passado, presente e a certeza de um dia talvez ainda se vejam como retratando o que um dia já foram no seu esplendor e alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Assim vou ficando na esperança de também eu poder sorrir um dia, sabendo que existe uma razão que desconheço, que me puxa para a frente e que me permite ser como sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Transport&lt;br /&gt;Motorways and Tramlines&lt;br /&gt;Starting and then Stopping&lt;br /&gt;Taking off and Landing&lt;br /&gt;The emptiest of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Sentimental drivel…..&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;Crushed like a bug in the Ground&lt;br /&gt;Let down and hanging around&lt;br /&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;One day&lt;br /&gt;I am going to grow wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiohead- &lt;strong&gt;Let Down&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem quiser ouvir esta música, talvez consiga perceber como me sinto, como respiro, como fiquei naquela noite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-115014023481130341?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/115014023481130341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=115014023481130341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/115014023481130341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/115014023481130341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/06/fim-de-um-ciclo-20060530.html' title='FIM DE UM CICLO 2006/05/30'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-114984932539071265</id><published>2006-06-09T03:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-25T15:15:15.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UNBELIEVABLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/borbuleta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/320/borbuleta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei-te numa noite como outra qualquer, &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#000000;"&gt;ESCURA FRIA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; como eu era. Morto, sem alma vagueando pelo mundo e por todos. Sem sentido, sem sentir, como um ser mas sem viver.&lt;br /&gt;O teu sorriso no movimento………….. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;OS TEUS OLHOS…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;…… &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o teu sentido ……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;….. Pensei não! Não posso, não devo, não quero ………….. e tu ali ao meu lado e eu sem querer acreditar nos teus olhos e nas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;“Não devia dizer-te isto mas sabes, tenho saudades tuas”, disseste-me tu num dos teus bons dias e eu a pensar no impossível a tornar-se possível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;BECAUSE I SAW THE END BEFORE WE´D BEGUN&lt;br /&gt;YES I SAW YOU WERE BLINDED AND I KNEW I HAD WON&lt;br /&gt;SO I TOOK WHAT´S MINE BY ETERNAL RIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt- Goodbye my lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como um mágico que descobre a caixa de Pandora e se deixa enfeitiçar, também eu me deixei acreditar novamente no sabor da paixão, do momento de tudo o que eras e do que podias ser. Mais rápida que um raio de sol, assim foi como rapidamente entraste em mim sem para tal nada o fazer. Apenas &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Tu E Só O Teu Ser Bastava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; para provocar em mim esse sentido, esse momento de estar assim contigo acompanhada pelo desejo, pelo prazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BUT YOU CAME AND YOU CHANGE MY WORLD NOW&lt;br /&gt;I´M SOMEWHERE I NEVER BEEN BEFORE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I FEEL LIKE YOU ALWAYS BEEN FOREVER A PART OF ME&lt;br /&gt;IN MY HEART IN MY HEAD IS SO CLEAR NOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Craig David- Unbelievable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As horas eram infindáveis, sem nos apercebermos delas, os momentos esses sei os de cor e para sempre aqui vão permanecer. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ffcccc;"&gt;O espelho do quarto, a nossa imagem junto a ele, a cama…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;……. As tuas palavras, o teu sabor………….. o teu sorriso, esse fatal movimento de instinto que me puxava e me fazia sentir único e real, como só tu o podias fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;I´VE SEEN YOU CRY, I´VE SEEN YOU SMILE&lt;br /&gt;I´VE WATCHED YOU SLEEPING FOR A WHILE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Blunt- Goodbye my Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como me senti um ser aprendiz a voltar a viver tudo como se fosse novo………&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;tal como tudo o que me fazias sentir………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;………esquecer o que já fui, tudo o que já passei e sonhei e que o passado apagara e roubara de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Senti-me vivo de novo ………..&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; “Não consigo fazer ninguém feliz” &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;dizias tu, comigo ao teu lado e enquanto isso eu no meu segredo, no meu medo, apenas te podia responder o que me fazias a mim. Quando estava só e sem ti o mundo parava e à noite só com a tua voz adormecia, tal como uma criança que precisa daquele abraço, de que lhe digam que está tudo bem e que amanhã o dia vai continuar a sorrir assim eras tu para mim naquele momento, naquela magia do teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;AND I STILL HOLD YOUR HAND IN MINE&lt;br /&gt;IN MINE WHEN I´M ASLEEP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes perguntavas, questionavas &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;“Porquê eu?”..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;...... e sem poder responder, sem saber como te dizer que além do sentir, do saber, como podia eu explicar aquilo que não se diz com palavras mas sim com sentidos…………. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;“Tu porquê não sei ……….. mas se algo eu sei, é que não me importava de descobrir durante e até ao fim da minha vida contigo esse porquê”…………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;só isto chegaria &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BABY,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; para sem dúvidas e sem questões saberes que para ti sou um livro aberto. È escusado fugir, esconder e não dizer que no fim de tudo eras tu quem eu mais queria na minha vida, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999900;"&gt;(Du ar klivmen in mit vit). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;BECAUSE TO LOVE YOU MEANS SO MUCH MORE………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-114984932539071265?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/114984932539071265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=114984932539071265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114984932539071265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114984932539071265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/06/unbelievable.html' title='UNBELIEVABLE'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-114902561484898254</id><published>2006-05-30T14:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T07:09:33.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diferente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/HNCDOL469322-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/320/HNCDOL469322-01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chegas-te com o teu ar,&lt;br /&gt;segura do teu ser inabalável e eu.........sorrindo, olhando para ti e sabendo no gozo que me dava em saber que a frieza com que falavas mudava para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sim não nego foi o desejo de te ver solta, de sentir e de ver o que podias ser, tão longe do que &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;NA ALTURA PENSAVAS SER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; e ninguém o via só eu . Sabendo isso lentamente te mostrei o pequeno sabor do desejo, o cheiro do pecado e dos sentidos perdidos como quem já sabe o que esta para vir.&lt;br /&gt;Procurei ir de encontro aos teus desejos, tentei acredita, em ser aquilo que precisas e merecias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;FIND IT HARD TO SAY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I WANTEND TO SEE EVERYTHING U SAID &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ANYTHING DIFFERENT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;EVERYTHING U CHANGE IN ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Acceptance- Different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#999999;"&gt;Mas a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;....................... essa invadiu-me, a culpa foi minha já to disse várias vezes,&lt;br /&gt;deixei morrer em mim tudo o que eram sentimentos, devido à culpa.................&lt;br /&gt;essa foi superior e o abandono em mim da tua luz foi insuportável&lt;br /&gt;e tu com os teus olhos já sabias e sentias e ainda assim ficavas, tentávas, perguntavas..................... mas sem saberes que na realidade o sentimento &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;já estava perdido, a alegria, a paixão, o viver.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;apenas restava o vazio do meu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Procurei inventar, mudar, corresponder aquilo que em mim estava perdido.Tentei mas perdi a batalha, perdi a minha alma e como quem deixa de ver a luz assim fiquei, &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;como um anjo negro ao teu lado &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;……………apenas o suficiente para continuar sem te aperceberes, sem te culpares do que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei ser sincero, mostrar que na realidade &lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;só a minha pura maldade&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;poderia manter-me contigo destruindo aquilo que sentiste e pelo qual tanto fizeste. Não penses que me esqueço das lutas que tiveste, das lágrimas que sentiste e das palavras que gritaste……….Ainda assim tentei mostrar-te que a distância não apagava os momentos e que esses seriam eternos e vivos como testemunhos da nossa amizade e cumplicidade, mas tu não quiseste. Ferida pelo teu orgulho, perdida pelos teus mundos preferiste mudar, atacar e matar.............&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo depois do que disseste, mesmo depois do que fizeste................................................... o &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#33ccff;"&gt;carinho, a palavra, a amizade&lt;/span&gt;..................nenhuma desapareceu e sempre as terás…......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-114902561484898254?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/114902561484898254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=114902561484898254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114902561484898254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114902561484898254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/05/diferente.html' title='Diferente'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-114898678196102922</id><published>2006-05-30T03:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T14:32:33.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MERITO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/img1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/320/img1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raro, esta é a sensação com que fico&lt;br /&gt;sempre que me lembro das tuas palavras e riso.&lt;br /&gt;Na altura arriscámos e brincámos com o nosso destino, com a sorte de quem nada tinha a perder. Ainda me lembro da 1º vez que nos vimos&lt;br /&gt;perguntei-te &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;"tocas ou arranhas ?"&lt;/span&gt;, ao qual tu ficaste com aquele sorriso de quem disfarça.&lt;br /&gt;Procurei ausentar-me, negar, afastar como quem foge do frio e tu sempre a mostrar-me o calor, o sorriso e a inocência de quem gosta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;IF U COULD ONLY SEE THE WAY SHE LOVES ME&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;MAYBE YOU UNDERSTAND &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;WHY I FEEL THIS WAY ABOUT YOUR LOVE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;AND WHAT I MUST DO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;TONIC-If you could only see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti como quem não queria, mesmo depois de todas as barreiras, tu conseguiste ultrapassas-te todos os muros e mostraste-me que valia apena nunca esquecerei isso.&lt;br /&gt;Contudo nunca poderei deixar de sentir que outras criámos à nossa volta que nos afastou.&lt;br /&gt;Como poderam quatro paredes parar o que não tinha espaço?&lt;br /&gt;Como podemos deixar morrer o sentimento q sentimos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bita, hoje olho e sinto. Sei que estás bem mesmo depois de tudo o que passaste e fico feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca esquecerei o segredo que me mostraste, os momentos que passámos e a vida que partilhámos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-114898678196102922?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/114898678196102922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=114898678196102922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114898678196102922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114898678196102922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/05/merito.html' title='MERITO'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28900907.post-114886542985227058</id><published>2006-05-28T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T18:17:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Till there was you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/1600/120038686.img[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7169/3067/320/120038686.img%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonhei correr entre mundos fantasmas&lt;br /&gt;saltar entre muralhas&lt;br /&gt;voltar no espaco&lt;br /&gt;só depois percebi&lt;br /&gt;não posso mudar&lt;br /&gt;nem ser aquilo que nunca fui&lt;br /&gt;apenas posso lembrar o que de bom se da&lt;br /&gt;eu sou como o vento&lt;br /&gt;sabe-se que ta la&lt;br /&gt;apenas nao se ve&lt;br /&gt;so se sente&lt;br /&gt;acompanho todas as sombras&lt;br /&gt;e corro todos os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;na esperanca de um dia quem sabe um espaco encontrar&lt;br /&gt;onde o vento ja nao esta e apenas nos ficamos&lt;br /&gt;sem tempo para nos afastar&lt;br /&gt;e sem memorias para lembrar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/28900907-114886542985227058?l=amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/feeds/114886542985227058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=28900907&amp;postID=114886542985227058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114886542985227058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/28900907/posts/default/114886542985227058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://amimninguemmepega.blogspot.com/2006/05/till-there-was-you.html' title='Till there was you'/><author><name>amimninguemmepega</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
