<?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-8161270609542457654</id><updated>2012-02-05T17:46:33.588-08:00</updated><category term='Tempo'/><category term='Infância'/><category term='Inverno..'/><category term='Música'/><category term='Alice'/><category term='Viver-Morrer'/><category term='Spider'/><category term='Adormeci'/><category term='Conversa'/><category term='Vida'/><category term='Inverno'/><category term='Crime'/><category term='Sonho'/><category term='Amor de Mãe'/><category term='Palavras'/><category term='Mar'/><category term='Partners'/><category term='Desejo'/><category term='Esperança.. Sonhos'/><title type='text'>Ancient dreams</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>47</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-301656566284380309</id><published>2012-02-05T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T17:46:33.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O melhor de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPd9F_OEXnI/Ty8w8zD-8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/luuNM1ONWOg/s1600/448685722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 308px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPd9F_OEXnI/Ty8w8zD-8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/luuNM1ONWOg/s400/448685722.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705833073958908322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora eu vejo&lt;br /&gt;Percebo tudo o que está errado.&lt;br /&gt;Errado comigo, contigo, com tudo o que importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora percebo porque nunca conseguite de novo ver, o bom em mim, o melhor de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, quando estou sozinha...&lt;br /&gt;Quando não te tinha,era uma pessoa muito melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de ver as notícias e pensas, Deus, este Mundo anda louco.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de passar por senhores velhinhos e sorrir,&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me na verdade de sonhar acordada e rir sozinha, em qualquer lugar, sorria com o coração, porque sabia que era melhor e que me esforçava mais a cada dia.&lt;br /&gt;Quando fugi de Lisboa, em busca de um abrigo para as minhas lágrimas, lembro-me da dor de todos os dias, ao pensar como seria se simplesmente o Mundo desaparecesse, não teria tempo de me despedir de ti, só de te ver, beijar uma última vez.&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me que era feita de sonhos, amor, e mesmo na dor, de esperança...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Hoje sinto saudades disso&lt;br /&gt;Porque, mesmo que te diga, não sabes, não acreditas, que nas nossas memórias, no nosso, ainda e sempre presente amor, reside o melhor de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje.. sinto falta de tudo, o Mundo não chega!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca conseguiste de novo ver o melhor de mim, o meu arrependimento, o peso que carrego nas costas, a dor que preferia e sofro por ti e por mim, porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou contigo, esqueço-me das guerras, do sofrimento do Mundo, da loucura lá fora, e fico no sonho... para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava apenas que um dia entendesses que não são apenas palavras, por mais que doam os meus actos, porque...se me esqueceres como sou, eu desapareço, sem mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando os dias forem mais dificeis, lembra-te&lt;br /&gt;que só tu tens o melhor de mim, e se até tu te esqueceres, eu esqueço-me de mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-301656566284380309?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/301656566284380309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-melhor-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/301656566284380309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/301656566284380309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/02/o-melhor-de-mim.html' title='O melhor de mim'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SPd9F_OEXnI/Ty8w8zD-8aI/AAAAAAAAANw/luuNM1ONWOg/s72-c/448685722.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-7415604464623244204</id><published>2012-01-10T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T07:15:19.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope you understand it all one day</title><content type='html'>I believe... Nothing ever comes to light -&lt;br /&gt;Chasing shadows in the night&lt;br /&gt;In a starless sky and I wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe... We will never find a way -&lt;br /&gt;That darkness lights the day&lt;br /&gt;We never question why, still I wonder why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes lost in a memory&lt;br /&gt;Just like a candle in the wind&lt;br /&gt;What could have been, with just one kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You spread your wings to fly&lt;br /&gt;Far away, somehow, someday you will understand&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll understand... someday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent pictures speak like ghosts in the machine&lt;br /&gt;Haunting my reflection in the frame&lt;br /&gt;Chasing down the hopeful child inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Where'd it all go wrong and who's to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass the time away&lt;br /&gt;With empty lives, the laughter dies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all we have to show?&lt;br /&gt;Is this all they'll ever know? Can they find their way?&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? Where have all the heroes gone?&lt;br /&gt;Trading futures for a song we gave away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking only of myself, I forged ahead&lt;br /&gt;No regrets, no apologies&lt;br /&gt;Bitter tears reward the life that I have led&lt;br /&gt;A world of lies brings me to my knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took the road with every twist and every turn&lt;br /&gt;The words of wisdom is the lesson never learned&lt;br /&gt;Lose your fear and free your soul or&lt;br /&gt;The mysteries of life you'll truly never know&lt;br /&gt;You’ll never know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all we have to show?&lt;br /&gt;Is this all they'll ever know? Can they find their way?&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? Where have all the heroes gone?&lt;br /&gt;Trading futures for a song we gave away&lt;br /&gt;Just gave it away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, lost in that memory&lt;br /&gt;Like a candle in the wind&lt;br /&gt;What could have been, with just one kiss goodbye&lt;br /&gt;You spread your wings to fly far away&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll understand one day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pass the time away&lt;br /&gt;With empty lives the laughter dies&lt;br /&gt;And the colors fade – fade away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all we have to show?&lt;br /&gt;Is this all they'll ever know? Can they find their way?&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong? Where have all the heroes gone?&lt;br /&gt;Trading futures for a song we gave away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong?&lt;br /&gt;Where have all our heroes gone?&lt;br /&gt;Trade our future for a song,&lt;br /&gt;We gave it all away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sNEuZ7djQuE"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7415604464623244204?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7415604464623244204/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-you-understand-it-all-one-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7415604464623244204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7415604464623244204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-hope-you-understand-it-all-one-day.html' title='I hope you understand it all one day'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-5169376343171368159</id><published>2012-01-09T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:37:30.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I do believe in soulmates</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPs16KPg5oI/TwuIMRhkLYI/AAAAAAAAANk/fNhmbYIf5ro/s1600/dont-say-you-love-me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPs16KPg5oI/TwuIMRhkLYI/AAAAAAAAANk/fNhmbYIf5ro/s400/dont-say-you-love-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695795898184117634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what the truth I can refuse is...&lt;br /&gt;I always knew that you are my soulmate!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-5169376343171368159?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5169376343171368159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-do-believe-in-soulmates.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5169376343171368159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5169376343171368159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-do-believe-in-soulmates.html' title='I do believe in soulmates'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dPs16KPg5oI/TwuIMRhkLYI/AAAAAAAAANk/fNhmbYIf5ro/s72-c/dont-say-you-love-me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-8270048740647195195</id><published>2011-09-25T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-25T17:06:23.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence me</title><content type='html'>Now, I know...&lt;br /&gt;I always had this question:&lt;br /&gt;How could you always made my mind return to silence when I'm about to say Hi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After days, weeks, months, years...I know the answer&lt;br /&gt;It's so simple...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is you're a liar...&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart that coul be filled with something, someone, just some person...&lt;br /&gt;When you're alone, crying at night, you cursed the days, the nights&lt;br /&gt;The love &amp;amp; pain...&lt;br /&gt;I read your sorrow...everyday&lt;br /&gt;But after some days...here you are making the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me baby, did I missed something left to say?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just don't lie...live your f** life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-8270048740647195195?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8270048740647195195/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/09/silence-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8270048740647195195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8270048740647195195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/09/silence-me.html' title='Silence me'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-5289983791278279949</id><published>2011-05-16T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T11:00:07.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Esboço</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-CD5cnnRuk/TdFl8eU5FTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c7k6JU06ZZY/s1600/tumblr_layv86cpF21qcgbiwo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-CD5cnnRuk/TdFl8eU5FTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c7k6JU06ZZY/s320/tumblr_layv86cpF21qcgbiwo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607375100660225330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou apenas a mostrar um esboço, &lt;br /&gt;Quando quero mostrar tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E todos sabemos que com o tempo, a tinta desaparece&lt;br /&gt;O lápis apaga-se e o que restará aí de mim, de ti?&lt;br /&gt;De nós...? Isso ainda existe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo vai matar tudo o que um dia existiu...&lt;br /&gt;E ai, o que restará de mim?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-5289983791278279949?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5289983791278279949/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/05/esboco.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5289983791278279949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5289983791278279949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/05/esboco.html' title='Esboço'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H-CD5cnnRuk/TdFl8eU5FTI/AAAAAAAAAL4/c7k6JU06ZZY/s72-c/tumblr_layv86cpF21qcgbiwo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1283614416632362906</id><published>2011-05-09T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T17:59:07.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fool me</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you made me complety fool of myself&lt;br /&gt;When I fall so in love with you again&lt;br /&gt;You make me so fast return ro reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lies lies and lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Were any love or even words true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause you smile anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;With or without me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such this big lie...&lt;br /&gt;To make my heart suffer again...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1283614416632362906?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1283614416632362906/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/05/fool-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1283614416632362906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1283614416632362906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/05/fool-me.html' title='Fool me'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2255482276931334986</id><published>2011-04-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T13:31:10.567-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Numa prisão sem grades</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwvzDkhdA4g/TaYH3odvGaI/AAAAAAAAALw/KyxltEU3Dl0/s1600/IMG_0255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwvzDkhdA4g/TaYH3odvGaI/AAAAAAAAALw/KyxltEU3Dl0/s320/IMG_0255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595168239390759330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante os dias, semanas, meses que passam queria que apenas tivesses lutado Mais&lt;br /&gt;Que não tivesses desistido... &lt;br /&gt;Que a dor não te tivesse feito recuar para o papel de mero observador &lt;br /&gt;Como todos aqueles que deixam a vida correr.&lt;br /&gt;(Mas quem sou eu para julgar as atitudes que também eu tomo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que tu, apenas tu, todos os dias lesses as palavras que escrevo&lt;br /&gt;Ouvisses os murmúrios que digo, &lt;br /&gt;Limpasses as lágrimas que choro,&lt;br /&gt;Soubesses o que penso.&lt;br /&gt;(Como antes, naquelas nossas conversas silenciosas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas tivesses lutado mais tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Se apenas ainda acreditasses na rapariga que conheces-te.&lt;br /&gt;(Sabes que eu nunca poderei mudar, &lt;br /&gt;Que por mais erros que faça te vou sempre amar,&lt;br /&gt;E que nunca te poderei esquecer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Que guardo cada momentos especial do passado para recordar do que sou, &lt;br /&gt;Do que fui, de como cheguei ao dia de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que todos os dias me deito a medo &lt;br /&gt;E se as promessas que fazes forem palavras.&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia eu não for mais a tua mulher, &lt;br /&gt;Que lugar restará neste mundo para mim?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2255482276931334986?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2255482276931334986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/numa-prisao-sem-grades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2255482276931334986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2255482276931334986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/numa-prisao-sem-grades.html' title='Numa prisão sem grades'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uwvzDkhdA4g/TaYH3odvGaI/AAAAAAAAALw/KyxltEU3Dl0/s72-c/IMG_0255.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4566634772216887721</id><published>2011-04-12T06:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T06:53:01.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gritos e Lágrimas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe5pOFAsv5g/TaRZJUIavwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X6I_j1xG2Nc/s1600/mascara.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 250px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe5pOFAsv5g/TaRZJUIavwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X6I_j1xG2Nc/s320/mascara.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594694653658709762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia olhei para ti como o meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;porque usas gritos e lágrimas para me fazer querer esquecer o inesquecivel;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque me ignoras quando só preciso de falar&lt;br /&gt;Porque me obrigas a calar de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Será que realmente não vês?&lt;br /&gt;Será que não entendes que tenho que falar, porque já não me entendes em silêncio?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque... eu serei sempre... aquilo que fui e sou.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim, estou partida, magoada, pronta a desistir&lt;br /&gt;E gritos e lágrimas só levam mais de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque...estava sempre pronta a desistir se apenas lutasses de novo por mim&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que sou, pelo que sinto, pelo que quero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque... tu e eu... éramos assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas na vida já vi corações mudarem;&lt;br /&gt;Tempo a levar tudo, a varrer memórias e sentimentos como o vento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será tudo isto levado?&lt;br /&gt;Pior, estarei eu aqui sentada de novo a lamentar tudo o que perdi?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4566634772216887721?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4566634772216887721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/gritos-e-lagrimas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4566634772216887721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4566634772216887721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/gritos-e-lagrimas.html' title='Gritos e Lágrimas'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Pe5pOFAsv5g/TaRZJUIavwI/AAAAAAAAAK8/X6I_j1xG2Nc/s72-c/mascara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-3164546815390576742</id><published>2011-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:07:20.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clockwork</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jqT7BQE6do/TZyPHdtjZuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYIIPE4pbMc/s1600/5382173421_f1a15eea12_z_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jqT7BQE6do/TZyPHdtjZuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYIIPE4pbMc/s320/5382173421_f1a15eea12_z_large.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592502195684861666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No silêncio dos dias passados sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Fico a ouvir o bater dos ponteiros do relógio marcar os anos que passo sem ti.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-3164546815390576742?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/3164546815390576742/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/clockwork.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/3164546815390576742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/3164546815390576742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/clockwork.html' title='Clockwork'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_jqT7BQE6do/TZyPHdtjZuI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oYIIPE4pbMc/s72-c/5382173421_f1a15eea12_z_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2743574672883081716</id><published>2011-04-06T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T16:41:09.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Porque ninguém é de ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPaHhXZjbIE/TZyMhtHHngI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xbfEb7CoZ-g/s1600/Embrace.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPaHhXZjbIE/TZyMhtHHngI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xbfEb7CoZ-g/s320/Embrace.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592499347960339970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque ninguém é de ninguém,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez seja natural perder-te.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na vida deve ter uma razão de ser,&lt;br /&gt;Até aquelas coisas que mais fazem doer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não entendes-te o que queria naquele dia...&lt;br /&gt;Com as minhas palavras, e com a tua voz.&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podias ouvir quando chamei?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não podes simplesmente ver que são estes os maiores erros que sempre nos separam.&lt;br /&gt;Eu chorei, eu pedi.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo, apenas me ignoras-te de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez...&lt;br /&gt;Não vendo que foi por isto que eu parei de lutar e desisti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como esperas assim que volte, &lt;br /&gt;Quando todos os teus actos mostram que não queres saber de mim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentei dizer-te...e apenas&lt;br /&gt;Me calas-te de novo, obrigada, oprimida.&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que não podia falar ou chorar a mais ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;Fica no ar a pergunta;&lt;br /&gt;O pensamento de cada manhã, quando me olho no espelho:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-"Porquê?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2743574672883081716?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2743574672883081716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2743574672883081716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2743574672883081716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/porque-ninguem-e-de-ninguem.html' title='Porque ninguém é de ninguém'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lPaHhXZjbIE/TZyMhtHHngI/AAAAAAAAAKs/xbfEb7CoZ-g/s72-c/Embrace.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-8837462701724134296</id><published>2011-04-04T13:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T13:25:48.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My secret &amp; only one...</title><content type='html'>Cause only you will break my heart&lt;br /&gt;Cause only you will make me die, in the end!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I'd give up forever to touch you &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know that you feel me somehow &lt;br /&gt;You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be &lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to go home right now &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I can taste is this moment &lt;br /&gt;And all I can breathe is your life &lt;br /&gt;Cause sooner or later it's over &lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to miss you tonight &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't fight the tears that ain't coming &lt;br /&gt;Or the moment of truth in your lies &lt;br /&gt;When everything feels like the movies &lt;br /&gt;Yeah you bleed just to know you're alive &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the world to see me &lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't think that they'd understand &lt;br /&gt;When everything's made to be broken &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know who I am"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little perfect one!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-8837462701724134296?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8837462701724134296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-secret-only-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8837462701724134296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8837462701724134296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-secret-only-one.html' title='My secret &amp; only one...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1495034982367715275</id><published>2010-11-04T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:51:31.716-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Palavras'/><title type='text'>Palavras ao vento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNNG710VZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/F4CUl5hdTa8/s1600/beautiful-woman-and-delicate-blue-butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNNG710VZ-I/AAAAAAAAAKQ/F4CUl5hdTa8/s320/beautiful-woman-and-delicate-blue-butterfly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535846360841283554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, &lt;br /&gt;Sei que amor não existe.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei entre mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o tempo leva tudo.&lt;br /&gt;E que o silêncio tudo guarda.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, tu nunca saberás porque te deixei partir.&lt;br /&gt;Pois, com o tempo, eu para ti, deixarei mesmo de existir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNNG1Z2-HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uaflRMCawdE/s1600/borboletas_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 243px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNNG1Z2-HRI/AAAAAAAAAKI/uaflRMCawdE/s320/borboletas_b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535846250256932114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1495034982367715275?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1495034982367715275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/11/palavras-ao-vento.html#comment-form' title='0 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-6100842330583703076</id><published>2010-11-03T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T16:53:28.312-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inverno'/><title type='text'>De fora...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNIKn255V4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nEypx49v9_8/s1600/novas-augusto-peixoto-luzes-de-outono.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNIKn255V4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nEypx49v9_8/s320/novas-augusto-peixoto-luzes-de-outono.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535498571861284738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim visto de fora,&lt;br /&gt;Eu entendo que os outros sejam felizes,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que culpa tenho eu de procurar mais,&lt;br /&gt;De precisar de mais?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim na primeira, de muitas tardes deste Inverno,&lt;br /&gt;Me sento sozinha, &lt;br /&gt;Em sensação de dor repetida,&lt;br /&gt;A observar os outros que ao longe sorriem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A observar aqueles para quem sou invisível.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim, eu não me importo de, hoje, estar triste,&lt;br /&gt;A pensar sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Porque significa que um dia fuí feliz.&lt;br /&gt;E que guardo isso para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este é um bom final de tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Comigo sentada num canto esquecido,&lt;br /&gt;A ver a noite nascer,&lt;br /&gt;A ver o dia morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luzes a marcarem as sombras dos desconhecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, hoje, não me importo de estar sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo aqueles que juntos estão, &lt;br /&gt;Não podem ter este meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não esteja sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Um dia...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-6100842330583703076?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6100842330583703076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-fora.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6100842330583703076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6100842330583703076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/11/de-fora.html' title='De fora...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TNIKn255V4I/AAAAAAAAAJo/nEypx49v9_8/s72-c/novas-augusto-peixoto-luzes-de-outono.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1472821871649994099</id><published>2010-10-28T14:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T14:13:38.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Still loving you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TMnnfxSaJZI/AAAAAAAAAJg/ERKngJVeHRk/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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type='html'>Hoje fiquei completamente sem saber o que fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Os sentimentos que sempre escondo foram expostos a todos os desconhecidos presentes.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sem saber o que responder, sem saber reagir.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei sozinha sem saber falar e sem ter como correr para ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu teria dado o meu coracao.&lt;br /&gt;Eu teria pago com a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Mas num ultimo dia disseste sem pensar um nao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ligaste durante horas sem descanso.&lt;br /&gt;Como se nao houvesse amanha.&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos pudesses ter lutado assim antes.&lt;br /&gt;Dito que me amavas, chamares.me amor.&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos tivesses tentado uma vez antes de perder o sentido ao mundo, &lt;br /&gt;Ao ponto  de nem o meu nome, por segundos, saber de cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim foi bom saber que tentaste,&lt;br /&gt;Mostra que ate esse dia me amas.te.&lt;br /&gt;Agradeco os dias felizes que me des.te,&lt;br /&gt;Foram os unicos e sinceros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre soube que aquela pessoa que amei ainda existia&lt;br /&gt;Mostras.te.me no ultimo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que me tivesses vindo buscar mas nao soube falar.&lt;br /&gt;Nao soube pedir que o fizesses, porque tudo partiu, quando a caminhos dos teus bracos ia e negaste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que tivesses ficado.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que tivesses acreditado.&lt;br /&gt;Queria que apenas tivesses sabido a verdade do amor no meu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;A dor no meu coracao,&lt;br /&gt;O desespero nos meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que e tarde demais.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre foi e parece que sempre e.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que o tempo passa sem que possamos voltar atras.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda assim mais que nunca, &lt;br /&gt;Naquele dia esperei apenas que acreditasses,&lt;br /&gt;Que nada mais importasse,&lt;br /&gt;Que tivesses vindo buscar.me e batido a porta fosse a qualquer hora.&lt;br /&gt;Dado um beijo  e apenas dizer&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta tudo bem, eu nao vou a lugar algum!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o silencio ganhou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2741509544638000293?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2741509544638000293/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-10-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2741509544638000293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2741509544638000293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-10-10.html' title='10-10-10'/><author><name>Ancient 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me amas, tambem a eles  devias amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que, um dia, viesses sabendo que nao ias perder a calma&lt;br /&gt;Nao me culpando se isso acontecesse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que viesses para me ver e uma vez admitir que tenho razao!&lt;br /&gt;Que embora nao possamos ficar juntos&lt;br /&gt;Que embora ambos nao possamos voltar atras este tempo todo que erramos,&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas admitisses como tudo foi verdade.&lt;br /&gt;Que eu ainda te amo.&lt;br /&gt;Que tu ainda me amas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puque andamos, afinal, a enganar quem?&lt;br /&gt;Quando no fim do dia, ao deitar, pensamos que o dia ate pode nao ter sido mau, mas esta longe de ter sido completo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que ainda pudesses ver o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Que gostasses sempre de mim de uma maneira especial.&lt;br /&gt;Que me tratasses assim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque te importas.&lt;br /&gt;Porque apenas nao estamos juntos porque nao podemos e nao porque nao ha sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que, um dia, baixasses a guarda,&lt;br /&gt;Porque poderiamos ter recuperado por inteiro o que tivemos se nao tivesses deixado passar tanto tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era e vai ser sempre verdade!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que nao queres ninguem, por agora, com medo de te magoar.&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente eu tambem nao.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ja nao acredito em contos ou historias de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu sei que nem todas acaba bem como contam &lt;br /&gt;E quer queiras ou nao eu continuo a achar que o que tivemos foi o melhor que podiamos ter,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas mais curto que o suposto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixa de ser uma historia de amor por nao te ter,&lt;br /&gt;Continua, antes, a ser porque ainda te amo...porque ainda me amas.&lt;br /&gt;Cada um a sua maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava que, um dia, apenas viesses.&lt;br /&gt;Que conversasses sobre isto sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque mesmo longe nao passa &lt;br /&gt;E eu pergunto se algum dia passara?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por algum motivo maior ainda nos continuamos a amar.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com o mundo todo eu estou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;E acredito se me disseres que tambem e assim contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar uma ou mil vidas.&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim nao vai importar.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade vai estar no passado,&lt;br /&gt;No tempo em que deixamos a verdade escapar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7136149798578829575?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7136149798578829575/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-os-nossos-corpos-se-costumavam-ter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7136149798578829575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7136149798578829575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/09/como-os-nossos-corpos-se-costumavam-ter.html' title='Como os nossos corpos se costumavam ter...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2860602329336076749</id><published>2010-08-22T15:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T18:14:23.858-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viver-Morrer'/><title type='text'>Apenas um sonho</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/THHLInVDysI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jOmsyGDM-ko/s1600/18.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/THHLInVDysI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jOmsyGDM-ko/s320/18.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5508407168107530946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a vida fosse isso, apenas um sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Se nada do que tocamos como real sequer existir?&lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo que conhecemos como nosso, for como um programa instalado com evolucoes e recuos consoante as escolhas...&lt;br /&gt;Só assim a vida tem sentido para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Saber que o que hoje passo e como um treino, para quando acordar deste sonho saber realmente como a minha vida viver.&lt;br /&gt;Nao posso acreditar que seja real apenas o que vejo, oiço e penso que sei, porque isso num momento se torna tudo mentira...Sempre a mudar as certezas que tinha!&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que há algo mais, mas onde eu não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Estou perdida no meio de um sonho e não encontro a porta de saída.&lt;br /&gt;Poderá ser que quando morremos seja o primeiro momento em que começamos a viver?&lt;br /&gt;Será que morremos porque estamos prontos para a vida, após o jogo anterior de sonho, como um treino de preparação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recuso-me a aceitar que os coracoes podem mudar...&lt;br /&gt;Ia jurar que estavas neste sonho comigo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2860602329336076749?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/THHLInVDysI/AAAAAAAAAIg/jOmsyGDM-ko/s72-c/18.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-6137411144834741640</id><published>2010-08-06T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T05:39:03.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had so many dreams with you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-6137411144834741640?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6137411144834741640/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-so-many-dreams-with-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6137411144834741640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6137411144834741640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-had-so-many-dreams-with-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-801912125672011127</id><published>2010-08-03T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T08:11:23.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por quem nao presta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgxltxsWQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vxMAQXlpJQo/s1600/258.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgxltxsWQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vxMAQXlpJQo/s320/258.3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501201468846004482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quimeras por alcançar...&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir parar de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Relembro o que me magoou mais&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas ultimas palavras&lt;br /&gt;~Tu não prestas~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não presto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-801912125672011127?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/801912125672011127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-quem-nao-presta.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/801912125672011127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/801912125672011127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/08/por-quem-nao-presta.html' title='Por quem nao presta'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgxltxsWQI/AAAAAAAAAIY/vxMAQXlpJQo/s72-c/258.3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4489339985123448752</id><published>2010-08-03T06:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T06:41:51.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Para que sejas livre de mim</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgccnI-ihI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QVfwVCvJojc/s1600/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgccnI-ihI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QVfwVCvJojc/s320/2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501178222701611538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso andar longe, posso andar perto.&lt;br /&gt;Posso andar muito, posso andar muito pouco.&lt;br /&gt;Posso demorar horas ou poucos minutos.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade e que sempre que não me encontrares &lt;br /&gt;Estarei, sem nada de mal fazer, a fugir de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ate que me iras esquecer&lt;br /&gt;E um dia deixar de procurar por mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4489339985123448752?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFgccnI-ihI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/QVfwVCvJojc/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-5663586425655072875</id><published>2010-07-31T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:56:50.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Continuar a andar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSODKRflAI/AAAAAAAAAII/UnBOWNdnBe0/s1600/andar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 243px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSODKRflAI/AAAAAAAAAII/UnBOWNdnBe0/s320/andar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500177229874697218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andar ate me perder nos meus próprios passos.&lt;br /&gt;Correr para tentar ser mais rápida que a dor.&lt;br /&gt;A dor que insiste em correr atrás de mim&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais que possa importar.&lt;br /&gt;Ter que partir, visto que tudo o que me ligava a este lugar parecer ter morrido e continuar vivo apenas em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ficar só teria sentido se as palavras que tenho a dizer fossem ouvidas.&lt;br /&gt;Só teria sentido se a verdade da mentira que tentei desvendar fosse revelada.&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida na acaba num conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais nada que mude.&lt;br /&gt;Sem qualquer outra hipóteses&lt;br /&gt;Continuo, perdida, a andar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-5663586425655072875?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSODKRflAI/AAAAAAAAAII/UnBOWNdnBe0/s72-c/andar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-163682768495989789</id><published>2010-07-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-31T13:57:44.822-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crime'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Partners'/><title type='text'>Partners in this crime</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSKOGc7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/wNb3wxI-Bzw/s1600/maos22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSKOGc7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/wNb3wxI-Bzw/s320/maos22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500173019780975474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could have keep, forever, the best of you.&lt;br /&gt;As you could have done the same with me,&lt;br /&gt;But instead you followed my steps.&lt;br /&gt;Making the same mistake I did,&lt;br /&gt;By taking the easier way.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make you better or worse.&lt;br /&gt;It make us partners in this crime.&lt;br /&gt;This suicidal crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I can say that no one will know you like I did.&lt;br /&gt;Just as no one could have it all from me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-163682768495989789?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFSKOGc7i3I/AAAAAAAAAIA/wNb3wxI-Bzw/s72-c/maos22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2694098703228704229</id><published>2010-07-29T03:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T03:41:23.798-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Se pudesses apenas saber...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFFaywwFtvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KV0ju8t66J0/s1600/9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TFFaywwFtvI/AAAAAAAAAH4/KV0ju8t66J0/s320/9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499276448122648306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque razão escolhes-te sair do meu lado avô?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida só fica pior,&lt;br /&gt;E dia após dia me são tiradas as únicas coisas que me davam força.&lt;br /&gt;Tento levantar a cabeça, mas estou sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesses como vou sentir a tua falta?&lt;br /&gt;Se soubesses, pelo menos tu, o quanto me és importante...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que hoje choro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fico eu, no escuro, a guardar secretamente tudo só para mim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2694098703228704229?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2694098703228704229/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-pudesses-apenas-saber.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2694098703228704229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2694098703228704229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/se-pudesses-apenas-saber.html' title='Se pudesses apenas saber...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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dos mesmos olhos.&lt;br /&gt;Valorizado pelos mesmo actos,&lt;br /&gt;Sentido pelos mesmos corações.&lt;br /&gt;Desde pequena sonhei ter alguém só para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditei na palavra sempre, como poderia não acreditar?&lt;br /&gt;Sonhava acordada e desejava crescer depressa para ter um lugar no mundo só meu.&lt;br /&gt;Para ter a pessoa que estaria sempre ligada a mim,&lt;br /&gt;Porque nas histórias de encantar e contos de fada&lt;br /&gt;O bem vence sempre no fim e a mentira é desmascarada&lt;br /&gt;Mas percebi demasiado tarde que na realidade as coisas não são bem assim.&lt;br /&gt;Não basta lutar pelo que queremos, porque nunca vai chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu maior desejo era voltar a ser pequenina.&lt;br /&gt;Do tamanho em que na cama passava dias a chorar, mas sem a dor de hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Chorava porque parecia que esse dia de crescer e ser aquilo que sei que sou não chegava, mas agora é pior, porque sei que esse dia nunca vai chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse apenas voltar a acreditar em amor sem medo.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse apenas fazer mais alguém acreditar que o amor vence tudo quando é verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje já sou grande e o mundo não vai esperar.&lt;br /&gt;Os milagres já não existem. &lt;br /&gt;Assim como a magia se parece evaporar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já não acredito no amor, não como costumava antes acreditar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1006827559840045609?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1006827559840045609/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/ingenuidade-do-amor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1006827559840045609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1006827559840045609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/ingenuidade-do-amor.html' title='Forgotten Fairytales'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TE7IRuHrHEI/AAAAAAAAAHw/jjYBXSj4jrU/s72-c/forgotten_fairytales_by_zemotion1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2948670583392222454</id><published>2010-07-16T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T11:10:20.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If we had ever listen to each other words...</title><content type='html'>You're holding all the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;And you're thinking about the end to come&lt;br /&gt;It seems to be the only thing for you what's real&lt;br /&gt;So you feel that you've become&lt;br /&gt;Too cynical to live your life&lt;br /&gt;And you believe that there is no way to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So you're losin' all your time&lt;br /&gt;To figure out what's wrong and right&lt;br /&gt;But, I believe that you have more than this to give&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's not me who will decide&lt;br /&gt;Who's lovin' who and what is right&lt;br /&gt;Because it's you who has the power to forgive&lt;br /&gt;(yourself)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're blessed to cry&lt;br /&gt;As you change your point of view&lt;br /&gt;And you lead your fears to burn&lt;br /&gt;You're blessed to fly&lt;br /&gt;And able to return&lt;br /&gt;When you're bleeding for the cure&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2948670583392222454?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2948670583392222454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-we-had-ever-listen-to-each-other.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2948670583392222454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2948670583392222454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/if-we-had-ever-listen-to-each-other.html' title='If we had ever listen to each other words...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2672921097079759167</id><published>2010-07-13T04:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T20:26:42.198-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Explicação de Eternidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDxRlLkkHCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aMssPjS06dI/s1600/o_tempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDxRlLkkHCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aMssPjS06dI/s320/o_tempo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493355344688323618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebi com o tempo, &lt;br /&gt;Que a culpa não está em não sermos perfeitos um para o outro&lt;br /&gt;Porque ainda somos.&lt;br /&gt;O problema está no que crescemos, obrigados pela dor, enquanto longe estamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje temos medo de acreditar.&lt;br /&gt;Medo de acreditar que tudo pode voltar tão facilmente àquela paz,&lt;br /&gt;Então, nós próprios, criamos as barreiras que nos cruzam o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Até que depois com toda a esperança perdida, o mundo volta-nos a juntar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí, nesse simples momento.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse segundo da eternidade, tudo começa tão inexplicávelmente como acabou.&lt;br /&gt;Todas as dúvidas partem e finalmente choramos abraçados, não sozinhos, por tudo estar no seu devido lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Num segundo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A explicação da eternidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2672921097079759167?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2672921097079759167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/explicacao-de-eternidade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2672921097079759167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2672921097079759167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/explicacao-de-eternidade.html' title='Explicação de Eternidade'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDxRlLkkHCI/AAAAAAAAAHo/aMssPjS06dI/s72-c/o_tempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-6204439692514638622</id><published>2010-07-06T12:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:22:31.809-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDOB2TlyjcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SZc9rPjiAD8/s1600/h%C3%A7j.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDOB2TlyjcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SZc9rPjiAD8/s320/h%C3%A7j.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875140666461634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo nunca pára.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso infelizmente todos temos passado&lt;br /&gt;E todos teremos, mesmo que não seja o desejado, um futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que ninguém entende porque isso me magoa&lt;br /&gt;E talvez nem eu entenda;&lt;br /&gt;E talvez não devesse magoar;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade é que magoa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso é que contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez na vida conheci a paz.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo não tinha de pensar no passado.&lt;br /&gt;Contigo não tinha de pensar que ambos vivemos uma vida antes separados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passava antes o meu tampo a pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que mesmo sem sabermos estávamos destinados a nos encontrar.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre nos meus lugares.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre perto mas sem chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até que o dia finalmente chegou.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite de luar,&lt;br /&gt;Em que o céu se iluminou apenas para celebrar&lt;br /&gt;O nosso abraçar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora saiba que o tempo nunca vai parar.&lt;br /&gt;E que quer queiramos ou não o futuro nos vai tocar.&lt;br /&gt;E que quer queiramos ou não no passado vamos pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse escolher serias eternamente parte do meu futuro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDOCSxSa6oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CE2d5Is-7A0/s1600/time_by_dream_traveler.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDOCSxSa6oI/AAAAAAAAAHg/CE2d5Is-7A0/s320/time_by_dream_traveler.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490875629674621570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-6204439692514638622?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6204439692514638622/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/tempo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6204439692514638622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6204439692514638622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/tempo.html' title='Tempo'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDOB2TlyjcI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/SZc9rPjiAD8/s72-c/h%C3%A7j.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-7058439917573414841</id><published>2010-07-06T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:06:53.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Velas usadas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN-xlTg0EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7LVlyc6B3fc/s1600/Undying_dreams_by_Dancers_in_the_dark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN-xlTg0EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7LVlyc6B3fc/s320/Undying_dreams_by_Dancers_in_the_dark.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490871760987410498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumo guardar velas usadas,&lt;br /&gt;Quase gastas,&lt;br /&gt;Para recordar a infeliz dor que passaram enquanto em fogo ardiam por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto em fogo se magoavam para me iluminar ou aquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardar velas gastas é como guardar memórias de quem magoei.&lt;br /&gt;Guardar velas gastas é como reconhecer que errei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se guardasse em mim o coração das pessoas magoadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardar todas estas velas gastas&lt;br /&gt;É a maneira de secretamente lhes pedir desculpa e lhes dizer que nunca os esquecerei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7058439917573414841?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7058439917573414841/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/velas-usadas.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7058439917573414841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7058439917573414841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/velas-usadas.html' title='Velas usadas'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN-xlTg0EI/AAAAAAAAAHI/7LVlyc6B3fc/s72-c/Undying_dreams_by_Dancers_in_the_dark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1903301729693847183</id><published>2010-07-06T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:00:46.851-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pelos teus olhos sabes amar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN9VxnkOII/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lwas_Wfif28/s1600/anos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN9VxnkOII/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lwas_Wfif28/s320/anos.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490870183744780418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa querido avô&lt;br /&gt;Quando me perguntas porque choro&lt;br /&gt;E te minto dizendo que não o faço&lt;br /&gt;Tentando não te infelicitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas tu me conheces bem&lt;br /&gt;Porque sempre que me olhas vês o que realmente sou.&lt;br /&gt;Porque pelos teus olhos me vais sempre amar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1903301729693847183?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDN9VxnkOII/AAAAAAAAAHA/Lwas_Wfif28/s72-c/anos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1123953165425002022</id><published>2010-07-06T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T09:23:33.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope someday you learn how to smile again</title><content type='html'>You could be happy and I won't know&lt;br /&gt;But you weren't happy the day I watched you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all the things that I wished I had not said&lt;br /&gt;Are played in loops 'till it's madness in my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it too late to remind you how we were&lt;br /&gt;But not our last days of silence, screaming, blur&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of what I remember makes me sure&lt;br /&gt;I should have stopped you from walking out the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be happy, I hope you are&lt;br /&gt;You made me happier than I'd been by far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow everything I own smells of you&lt;br /&gt;And for the tiniest moment it's all not true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that you always wanted to&lt;br /&gt;Without me there to hold you back, don't think, just do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything I want to see you, &lt;br /&gt;Take a glorious bite out of the whole world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1123953165425002022?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1123953165425002022/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-someday-you-learn-how-to-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1123953165425002022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1123953165425002022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-hope-someday-you-learn-how-to-smile.html' title='I hope someday you learn how to smile again'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-814301359500471744</id><published>2010-07-03T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T12:02:24.401-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDNcUlQZF5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9MrNJXiVZyU/s1600/Cute_Sleeping_Girl_jpg_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 180px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDNcUlQZF5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9MrNJXiVZyU/s320/Cute_Sleeping_Girl_jpg_595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490833879362770834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é que não encontrarei alguém para confiar.&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que me ame e para amar.&lt;br /&gt;Magoar é algo que todos fazemos, de uma forma ou outra, culpados ou não&lt;br /&gt;Mas não precisamos de ser maldosos para isso.&lt;br /&gt;Ao longo de todos estes meses fizeste o que podias para me afastar.&lt;br /&gt;Cada gesto que eu julgava não seres capaz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu errei antes, e estou, sempre estive arrependida,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que arrependimento e amor tem alguém que todos os dias comete o mesmo erro ao magoar-me assim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora te amarei para sempre pelo que de bom guardei e de mal apaguei de ti, &lt;br /&gt;sei que não fazes o mesmo por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá outra oportunidade.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez tenhas razão em tudo, mas se tivesses mais amor e menos raiva no coração nada teria de ter um fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-814301359500471744?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/814301359500471744/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/verdade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/814301359500471744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/814301359500471744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/07/verdade.html' title='Verdade'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TDNcUlQZF5I/AAAAAAAAAG4/9MrNJXiVZyU/s72-c/Cute_Sleeping_Girl_jpg_595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4873578315639302679</id><published>2010-06-05T04:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T04:47:32.490-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vida'/><title type='text'>Liberdade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4YtMmmII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0TmE2wtluNE/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4YtMmmII/AAAAAAAAAGQ/0TmE2wtluNE/s320/17.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479253893750102146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4YYCqZDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IlE8RJQ2H1A/s1600/41.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4YYCqZDI/AAAAAAAAAGI/IlE8RJQ2H1A/s320/41.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479253888071263282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4XyzV-wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AK4CGhaC26M/s1600/8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 225px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAo4XyzV-wI/AAAAAAAAAGA/AK4CGhaC26M/s320/8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479253878074899202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade,&lt;br /&gt;Se me perguntarem não posso mentir.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não sou feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Esqueci-me dessa essência dos dias, daquilo que me fazia sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Quase como se os meus sonhos se evaporassem.&lt;br /&gt;Como se as horas dos dias que passam vazios os levassem,&lt;br /&gt;Como se me roubassem as memórias sagradas que guardo no coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coração...&lt;br /&gt;Nesse lugar fechado a sete chaves, das quais não possuo nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu mesma não as encontro &lt;br /&gt;Como posso esperar que alguém as encontre para mim?&lt;br /&gt;Como posso esperar que alguém me devolva o meu sorriso apagado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me lembro de ser uma pessoa feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Menos naquela fase porque todos nós passamos na infância.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela falsa inocência de alegria despreocupada que todos, em mais novos, provamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre questionei demasiado o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Questionei todas aquelas razões que os outros aceitam apenas porque assim deve ser.&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui diferente e isso tirou-me a capacidade de me interessar pela maioria do mundo, e principalmente pelas pessoas, mas fez-me crescer forte com os meus próprios valores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;O querer questionar e entender sempre tudo&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me hoje sofrer na procura incansável da felicidade criada ao meu pensar.&lt;br /&gt;Percebo finalmente que não é algo real para viver, pois para isso teria de haver um outro eu, no mesmo sonho e não há duas pessoas iguais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que talvez assim nunca possa ser totalmente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O problema não é eu não saber ser feliz.&lt;br /&gt;O problema é eu procurar uma felicidade, um sonho irreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Embora a vida, de muitas maneiras, nunca me tenha sorrido.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui pessoa de desistir.&lt;br /&gt;Embora não possa ser feliz como sonhava tenho de tentar então, criar uma nova realidade irreal de felicidade e sorrir, se algum dia voltar a conseguir, com o que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Tentar com aquilo que é meu e não me podem tirar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com a minha Liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que nem todos têm .&lt;br /&gt;Disso ninguém deveria ser privado.&lt;br /&gt;Porque pior do que hoje não saber sorrir, é ser proibida de o fazer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo o que aconteceu e que por mais que lamente não pode voltar,&lt;br /&gt;A única solução que resta é continuar com aquilo que ninguém me pode tirar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4873578315639302679?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4873578315639302679/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/06/liberdade.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4873578315639302679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4873578315639302679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/06/liberdade.html' title='Liberdade'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477240315042372850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Em tempos sonhei viver numa casa branca perto do mar.&lt;br /&gt;Onde todos os dias poderia ver a sua magia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que o mar acalma.&lt;br /&gt;Dizem que por vezes até mesmo nos ajuda.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje falei com o Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Verdade é que ele me deu respostas,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas não me deu as respostas que queria e esperava ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperava que ele em última esperança me dissesse que não importaria como, acabaríamos juntos no fim.&lt;br /&gt;A verdade é que nunca fugi do amor, como agora fujo de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda querendo-te vejo tudo o que se passa longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje falei com o Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de o escutar em silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;o Mar viu as minhas lágrimas unirem-se às suas imensas ondas.&lt;br /&gt;Viu-as tornarem-se maiores, ainda que com uma pequena insignificante parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Aí ele percebeu como eu te amava&lt;br /&gt;Que só um amor verdadeiro poderia ter um poder assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em segredo contou-me que foi assim formado cada pedaço dele.&lt;br /&gt;Formado por lágrimas de amor de muitos amantes.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns, aqueles a que a vida lhes sorriu, ficaram juntos&lt;br /&gt;E outros como eu, tiveram de ver tudo o que quero ir embora com as ondas do Mar.&lt;br /&gt;Ir embora para longe, sem em nada poder tocar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confessei-lhe que nunca acreditei antes em ninguém como acreditei em ti.&lt;br /&gt;Contei que a teu lado tinha encontrado uma casa, um abrigo, um lugar para ficar.&lt;br /&gt;E ele disse-me que já nada vai mudar.&lt;br /&gt;Que o nosso tempo foi contado e já não pode voltar atrás.&lt;br /&gt;Disse-me que eu era a eterna filha do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;A criança perdida.&lt;br /&gt;A menina do mar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-6063519572859928930?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6063519572859928930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/perto-do-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6063519572859928930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6063519572859928930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/perto-do-mar.html' title='Perto do Mar'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMRC_-MnPI/AAAAAAAAAFw/ODRTIy8x9m8/s72-c/DSCN1107.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-9101502840144534052</id><published>2010-05-30T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:54:31.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Amor de Mãe'/><title type='text'>Amor de Mãe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMG4KaUIcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hEDAzB6UItw/s1600/bw_princess_by_evgeshka29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMG4KaUIcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hEDAzB6UItw/s320/bw_princess_by_evgeshka29.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477229133749821890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chorei à tua frente.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não entendes como ou sequer porquê.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não se te contasse a razão, talvez até te queixasses.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que darias valor ao que sinto, mas não sabes que sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não pensarias que sou,o que na verdade não sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chorei á tua frente,&lt;br /&gt;Porque queria ir comer contigo fora de novo.&lt;br /&gt;(Queria apenas ocupar mais tempo, fazer qualquer coisa, para não voltar a casa, onde as memórias doem.)&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez que até tinha fome e estavamos na rua, rodeadas de restaurantes com comida boa.&lt;br /&gt;Fosse ela rápida e leve ou mais demorada e pesada.&lt;br /&gt;Não pedi porque sei que o farias por mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farias tudo por mim.&lt;br /&gt;E no fundo eu sei bem que te esforças para me dar todas as coisas que sabes que quero.&lt;br /&gt;Farias isso por mim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda assim não te pedi que fossemos&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que logo chegariamos a casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que a vida nunca foi,&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora pior que algum dia, não está fácil.&lt;br /&gt;E sei que ainda assim farias tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Só quis de alguma maneira dar valor a isso.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que nunca o saibas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só gostava que como eu, também outros filhos dessem valor.&lt;br /&gt;Só queria que alguém pudesse entender o porquê de tanto coração que tenho.&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes nem eu mesma entendo.&lt;br /&gt;Estas coisas simples que ninguém liga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-9101502840144534052?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/9101502840144534052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-chorei-tua-frente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/9101502840144534052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/9101502840144534052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-chorei-tua-frente.html' title='Amor de Mãe'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMG4KaUIcI/AAAAAAAAAFI/hEDAzB6UItw/s72-c/bw_princess_by_evgeshka29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-1249645277132442432</id><published>2010-05-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T17:18:05.814-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Infância'/><title type='text'>Hoje sonhei contigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAGYzx_bI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WtRqIF-lIdE/s1600/The_princess_by_Gerry_And_Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAGYzx_bI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WtRqIF-lIdE/s320/The_princess_by_Gerry_And_Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477221681551506866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAGEkZCoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ovC0jxudzRk/s1600/a813b74748f09427.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAGEkZCoI/AAAAAAAAAE4/ovC0jxudzRk/s320/a813b74748f09427.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477221676118248066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAF0CZiCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lZ72TjPx0E4/s1600/Run_away_with_me_by_Thestral_wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAF0CZiCI/AAAAAAAAAEw/lZ72TjPx0E4/s320/Run_away_with_me_by_Thestral_wings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477221671680706594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAL_tUC5wBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UdscrTVUB-Y/s1600/Intrusion_Child_by_MyHeartToYours.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAL_tUC5wBI/AAAAAAAAAEo/UdscrTVUB-Y/s320/Intrusion_Child_by_MyHeartToYours.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477221250776023058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sonhei de novo contigo e com a tua festa de chá, como uma princesa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas quem és tu rapariga doce e misteriosa?&lt;br /&gt;Quem és tu..que pensas que o mundo é perfeito fechada no teu castelo?&lt;br /&gt;Que pensas que tudo é felicidade apenas porque não cresces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-1249645277132442432?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/1249645277132442432/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-sonhei-contigo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1249645277132442432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/1249645277132442432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/hoje-sonhei-contigo.html' title='Hoje sonhei contigo'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAMAGYzx_bI/AAAAAAAAAFA/WtRqIF-lIdE/s72-c/The_princess_by_Gerry_And_Me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-320386123594938533</id><published>2010-05-28T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:53:26.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sands of Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAAx6_AfIcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdTe_qaATqA/s1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAAx6_AfIcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdTe_qaATqA/s320/me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476432036298170818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  Hope...&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when life don't shine for me&lt;br /&gt;I know there will be a better day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in my castle I'll smile living my own fairytale alone but dreaming of you.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering what we used to be;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the way you were for me;&lt;br /&gt;The eternal love deep inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;that not even all time and pain could make you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't let you go anywhere but my arms,&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's dark and cold outside.&lt;br /&gt;Still in silence I dream of you every night.&lt;br /&gt;It was that look in your eyes that make me swear:&lt;br /&gt;-"I will always love you in my way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't lie and say I don't miss you everyday&lt;br /&gt;But we can't go back, not without the Sands of Time.&lt;br /&gt;In my world I'm still looking for it.&lt;br /&gt;Wherever you are just keep looking too.&lt;br /&gt;So one day we can be finally together again&lt;br /&gt;...Forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And complete this picture)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-320386123594938533?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/320386123594938533/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/sans-of-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/320386123594938533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/320386123594938533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/sans-of-time.html' title='Sands of Time'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/TAAx6_AfIcI/AAAAAAAAAEg/ZdTe_qaATqA/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-5979728975091708567</id><published>2010-05-17T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T09:57:19.131-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Da janela</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S_F1Sp1CrzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u0_Ft7yLWXk/s1600/DSC_0066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S_F1Sp1CrzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u0_Ft7yLWXk/s320/DSC_0066.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5472283985558286130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Da janela de uma casa desconhecida&lt;br /&gt;  Que não poderia ser a minha,&lt;br /&gt;  Vejo o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;  Olho para as ruas.&lt;br /&gt;  Olho para as ruas do alto do céu.&lt;br /&gt;  Observo as janelas e varandas de todos os prédios vizinhos&lt;br /&gt;  Mas ninguém se avista.&lt;br /&gt;  Não há ninguém cá fora, a olhar para o mundo e  a pensar nele como eu.&lt;br /&gt;  Será que só eu perco os dias em pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;  Será que só eu prefiro ficar em casa a pensar, beber chocolate quente e escrever?&lt;br /&gt;  Será que só eu prefiro ficar a ver o mundo de fora, do que realmente participar nele?&lt;br /&gt; Será que só eu prefiro ficar rodeada de sabedoria do que viver momentos vazios dos quais nada de útil, um dia vou poder recordar?&lt;br /&gt;  Será que só eu prefiro guardar os valores e sentimentos/ razões, ou o que se lhes possam chamar, para mim mesma, do que gritar a sete ventos só para o provar?&lt;br /&gt;  Assim da janela,&lt;br /&gt;  De uma casa desconhecida,&lt;br /&gt;  Olho para o mundo e &lt;br /&gt;  Vejo que estou realmente sozinha!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-5979728975091708567?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/5979728975091708567/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/da-janela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5979728975091708567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/5979728975091708567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/da-janela.html' title='Da janela'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S_F1Sp1CrzI/AAAAAAAAAEY/u0_Ft7yLWXk/s72-c/DSC_0066.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-6857540799529745623</id><published>2010-05-06T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T04:08:59.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiven</title><content type='html'>Couldn't save you from the start&lt;br /&gt;Love you so it hurts my soul&lt;br /&gt;Can you forgive me for trying again?&lt;br /&gt;Your silence makes me hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;All the time has passed you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the clouds drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Still the sun can't warm my face&lt;br /&gt;I know it was destined to go wrong&lt;br /&gt;You were looking for the great escape&lt;br /&gt;To chase your demons away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lost since you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Why not me before you?&lt;br /&gt;Why did fate deceive me?&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me in silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando vão passar as noites sem dormir, em que as memórias ocupam o lugar dos sonhos e me proibem de descansar?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não posso baixar a cabeça e por um segundo esquecer?&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas escorrem e criam rios que passam devagar comos os dias sem que eu os consiga fazer parar..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só quero que tudo pare..&lt;br /&gt;Voltaram os dias do passado, cheios de dor..&lt;br /&gt;Pesadelos.. Grito ate nao ter mais voz mas nao ouves&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vais sentir esta dor que me mata a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Não sao apenas palavras ou sentidos figurativos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque nem tu ficas para me abraçar...&lt;br /&gt;Como no primeiro dia.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em silencio.. para sempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-6857540799529745623?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/6857540799529745623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/forgiven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6857540799529745623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/6857540799529745623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/05/forgiven.html' title='Forgiven'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-2178436844323927086</id><published>2010-04-09T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-09T06:53:37.325-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música'/><title type='text'>Música para os meus ouvidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S78xM_y-3LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CSrbRgJjFEI/s1600/49.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S78xM_y-3LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CSrbRgJjFEI/s320/49.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458135372749790386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro...&lt;br /&gt;O som maravilhoso das notas que saiam da guitarra enquanto tocavas.&lt;br /&gt;Jurei que seria assim para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Estaria presente, a cada tarde, para te apoiar.&lt;br /&gt;Estaria presente, a cada tarde, para te inspirar.&lt;br /&gt;A perder-me no teu olhar.&lt;br /&gt;Na magia daquelas tardes passadas contigo a tocar e cantar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-2178436844323927086?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/2178436844323927086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/04/musica-para-os-meus-ouvidos.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2178436844323927086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/2178436844323927086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/04/musica-para-os-meus-ouvidos.html' title='Música para os meus ouvidos'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S78xM_y-3LI/AAAAAAAAAEI/CSrbRgJjFEI/s72-c/49.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-7178834758272061083</id><published>2010-03-31T10:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:05:45.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tempo'/><title type='text'>Como se isso fosse vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S7OA4t2YpVI/AAAAAAAAADw/NFfbSeREdl4/s1600/DSCN0376.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S7OA4t2YpVI/AAAAAAAAADw/NFfbSeREdl4/s320/DSCN0376.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454845285544535378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo os dias a olhar pela janela.&lt;br /&gt;A pensar em tudo o que podia estar a fazer se as coisas tivessem sido diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Tento afastar as memórias que, teimosas, se querem vincar na mente e pior, no coração.&lt;br /&gt;Fico aqui só a olhar para as coisas mortas á espera que ganhem vida para me sentir menos sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Como se isto algum dia fosse vida.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o tempo passar.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo o tempo correr para aquele inevitável dia em que me voltarei a perder no teu olhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7178834758272061083?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7178834758272061083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-se-isso-fosse-vida.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7178834758272061083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7178834758272061083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/como-se-isso-fosse-vida.html' title='Como se isso fosse vida'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S7OA4t2YpVI/AAAAAAAAADw/NFfbSeREdl4/s72-c/DSCN0376.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-282488584551296325</id><published>2010-03-23T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:17:22.264-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Desejo'/><title type='text'>Um desejo: Ser feliz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6i_Wjd5KvI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_cSv51Or6Q/s1600-h/83.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6i_Wjd5KvI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_cSv51Or6Q/s320/83.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451817743130634994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse pedir um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Seria que pudesse ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Seria que pudesse voar&lt;br /&gt;Seria que pudesse ir até ao fundo do mar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse pedir um desejo &lt;br /&gt;Seria te poder encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Sentado nos lugares onde costumávamos passear&lt;br /&gt;Sentado apenas a pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse pedir um desejo &lt;br /&gt;Seria que soubesses o que sinto com a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;Seria que tivesses ouvido os conselhos de quem só te queria bem&lt;br /&gt;Seria que tornasses perfeito o único defeito que tens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse pedir um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Seria que as palavras contassem mais do que simples palavras&lt;br /&gt;Seria que as promessas fossem inquebráveis&lt;br /&gt;Seria que os sentimentos fossem infindáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se pudesse pedir um desejo&lt;br /&gt;Seria que estivesses aqui&lt;br /&gt;Seria que fosses o que eras e não o que agora és para mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-282488584551296325?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/282488584551296325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-desejo-ser-feliz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/282488584551296325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/282488584551296325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/um-desejo-ser-feliz.html' title='Um desejo: Ser feliz'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6i_Wjd5KvI/AAAAAAAAADg/z_cSv51Or6Q/s72-c/83.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-7773583220766758652</id><published>2010-03-22T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T06:19:30.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alice'/><title type='text'>Deixa a chuva cair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6frTAGS-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/OWYfDWm1tHk/s1600-h/118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6frTAGS-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/OWYfDWm1tHk/s320/118.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451584585631726178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me como na pele da Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Pobre rapariga que sonhava e teve de recusar o sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me parva por ter negado o meu tamanho quando era grande.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me parva por ter chorado e quase me afogado nas próprias lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje choro...&lt;br /&gt;Deixo os gritos sufocantes quebrarem o silêncio da noite.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo os pirilampos iluminarem o caminho que antes se iluminava por si próprio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje choro..&lt;br /&gt;Porque um dia segui uma bela borboleta&lt;br /&gt;A borboleta mais bela e de coração puro que algum dia conhecera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje choro..&lt;br /&gt;Porque segui essa borboleta &lt;br /&gt;Porque me deixei voar sem medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pobre rapariga ingénua que esta Alice me saiu&lt;br /&gt;Não pode decerto ser a verdadeira Alice.&lt;br /&gt;Não pode decerto ser a Alice escolhida para mudar o destino de um mundo quebrado pelo mal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje choro...&lt;br /&gt;Porque o sonho se tornou realidade&lt;br /&gt;Porque o medo ganhou forma no escuro&lt;br /&gt;Ganhou forma no escuro desta noite que não terei os teus braços á minha volta para me adormecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7773583220766758652?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7773583220766758652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-it-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7773583220766758652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7773583220766758652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2010/03/let-it-rain.html' title='Deixa a chuva cair...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/S6frTAGS-mI/AAAAAAAAADY/OWYfDWm1tHk/s72-c/118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4972076020623526688</id><published>2009-12-17T18:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:37:13.470-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adormeci'/><title type='text'>Ao perceber que não vinhas, adormeci....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/Syrq0YCOqCI/AAAAAAAAADI/svaMTh8YgT4/s1600-h/_MG_0502.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/Syrq0YCOqCI/AAAAAAAAADI/svaMTh8YgT4/s320/_MG_0502.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416399687392340002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti-me sozinha quando partis-te&lt;br /&gt;Não queria que o tivesses feito, mas ainda assim não podia gritar para ficares&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo sabendo que o farias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria que olhasses para dentro dos meus olhos e visses o que significava cada pequena coisa que cresce em mim&lt;br /&gt;Esperei.. esperei&lt;br /&gt;A noite avançou e eu fiquei aqui&lt;br /&gt;Esperei que viesses..sem dizer uma palavra&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste-me aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje senti a tua falta logo cedo desde o segundo que foste&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que vai ser sempre assim&lt;br /&gt;Sempre que num segundo ou nos muitos que o mundo nos vai sempre afastar ficarei assim&lt;br /&gt;Por isso fujo.. fujo de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durante meses habituei-me a chorar sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Temos demasiados buracos a separar-nos...&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir a tua falta..&lt;br /&gt;Não quero precisar de ti.. por isso afasto-te de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se gostas de mim compreende.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca quis que o fim fosse assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando percebi que não vinhas nesta noite,&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez sozinha adormeci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4972076020623526688?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4972076020623526688/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/12/ao-perceber-que-nao-vinhas-adormeci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4972076020623526688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4972076020623526688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/12/ao-perceber-que-nao-vinhas-adormeci.html' title='Ao perceber que não vinhas, adormeci....'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/Syrq0YCOqCI/AAAAAAAAADI/svaMTh8YgT4/s72-c/_MG_0502.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4518413281152505926</id><published>2009-10-31T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T19:33:00.155-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spider'/><title type='text'>A pequena aranha e eu</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SuyokwwPC9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Kn9DR3x_o7A/s1600-h/Some+demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 208px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SuyokwwPC9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Kn9DR3x_o7A/s320/Some+demons.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398875402826353618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto chorava uma pequena aranha veio para a meu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentou-se ao meu lado a fazer companhia.&lt;br /&gt;Passou o tempo que faltava até a viagem de regresso a vaguear nas minhas mãos&lt;br /&gt;A nadar nas minhas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria que um pequeno animal entenderia.&lt;br /&gt;Deu-me forças para entender.&lt;br /&gt;Se ela luta para sobreviver, também eu posso vencer.&lt;br /&gt;Sou mais forte e ainda me posso proteger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixei-a no banco&lt;br /&gt;Com a promessa de uma nova visita para uma vez mais me ajudar a crescer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4518413281152505926?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4518413281152505926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/pequena-aranha-e-eu.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4518413281152505926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4518413281152505926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/pequena-aranha-e-eu.html' title='A pequena aranha e eu'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SuyokwwPC9I/AAAAAAAAADA/Kn9DR3x_o7A/s72-c/Some+demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-8332155158828927850</id><published>2009-10-13T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T21:26:40.778-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonho'/><title type='text'>No baloiço dos sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVS9oxNfCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4hMXcUOw3sI/s1600-h/_MG_0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVS9oxNfCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4hMXcUOw3sI/s320/_MG_0327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392307347715357730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui estou eu...&lt;br /&gt;Numa das repetidas noites que passam.&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo baloiço de sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando e partilhando comigo mesma a beleza das simples coisas da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;Ganho força para o impulso da viagem que a seguir vai começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a velocidade aumenta e fico mais perto do céu&lt;br /&gt;penso por segundos que tudo pode ser real.&lt;br /&gt;Antes do momento repentino em que o mundo me faz cair em mim e me obriga a parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me e ao retomar o caminho sem rumo que procuro destinar&lt;br /&gt;Decido que não quero mais viver em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sabendo que amanhã estarei sentada no mesmo baloiço dos sonhos, a sonhar enquanto toco o céu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-8332155158828927850?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/8332155158828927850/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/blood-brothers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8332155158828927850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/8332155158828927850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/blood-brothers.html' title='No baloiço dos sonhos'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVS9oxNfCI/AAAAAAAAACY/4hMXcUOw3sI/s72-c/_MG_0327.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-4006385548849769260</id><published>2009-10-04T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T14:29:51.847-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Esperança.. Sonhos'/><title type='text'>Menina sonhadora do meu olhar...</title><content type='html'>Hoje..&lt;br /&gt;Neste dia vazio que tentava encontrar uma razão para lutar..&lt;br /&gt;Revi-me nos teus olhos..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recordei anos atrás..&lt;br /&gt;Quando deveria ter perto da tua idade..&lt;br /&gt;Recordei o começar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não sabes quem sou...&lt;br /&gt;E verdade é que não sei quem és.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei apenas o teu ar angelical..&lt;br /&gt;E vi o sonho a formar-se nesse olhar enquanto &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;olhávamos&lt;/span&gt; para o mundo pela mesma janela do comboio..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu, encontravas a beleza nas coisas simples..&lt;br /&gt;Sorrias discretamente para ti..&lt;br /&gt;E pensavas.. que tonta sou em sonhar assim..&lt;br /&gt;Depois escreves-te esses sonhos e guardaste-os para ti..&lt;br /&gt;Como eu escrevi para ti e guardo para mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste-me esperança...&lt;br /&gt;Doce menina sonhadora&lt;br /&gt;E o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sorriso&lt;/span&gt; regressou ao encontrar-te a ti..&lt;br /&gt;Continua a sonhar assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-4006385548849769260?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/4006385548849769260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/menina-sonhadora-do-meu-olhar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4006385548849769260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/4006385548849769260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/menina-sonhadora-do-meu-olhar.html' title='Menina sonhadora do meu olhar...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8161270609542457654.post-7090747260651505808</id><published>2009-10-02T05:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T22:13:25.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inverno..'/><title type='text'>Quando chega o Inverno...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVd8NpjucI/AAAAAAAAACo/YqwRI_OpORA/s1600-h/95.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVd8NpjucI/AAAAAAAAACo/YqwRI_OpORA/s320/95.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392319417883539906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai vem o Inverno de novo ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento começa levemente a soprar..&lt;br /&gt;Vai anunciando a sua chegada..&lt;br /&gt;Algo que os distraídos, ocupados da vida.. ou como lhes queiram chamar não reparam, no seu correr apressado de tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo com as horas ocupadas que passam ..&lt;br /&gt;Fico atenta..&lt;br /&gt;Fico atenta a estes sinais que lentamente se entranham nos nossos dias  e que duram quase a eternidade de uma vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Essa altura especial..&lt;br /&gt;A altura em que preciso de alguém para me fazer sorrir.&lt;br /&gt;Essa altura em que me sento sozinha a janela só a ver a chuva a cair.&lt;br /&gt;Sonho.. a cada gota fria que molha o chão...&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que um dia, naquela mesma janela não estarei apenas eu...&lt;br /&gt;Sonho que num segundo se fizer muita força, podes aparecer para me abraçares e secares as lágrimas mais uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Inverno...&lt;br /&gt;Sonho.. choro.. e volto a sonhar...&lt;br /&gt;Esta é a altura que mais preciso de amar.&lt;br /&gt;As tardes quentes passadas debaixo da manta..&lt;br /&gt;Com o frio de matar do lado de fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chove, gosto de passear.&lt;br /&gt;Por tudo isto.. que no fim não é nada..&lt;br /&gt;Para aquelas pessoas que deixam o tempo que foge apenas passar..&lt;br /&gt;Sou o que sou.&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz com pouco..&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda assim a felicidade tende a não chegar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isto...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto daquele lugar que apenas tu sabes onde fica.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as luzes o estão a enfeitar..&lt;br /&gt;Quando os casais se juntam para mais um passeio romântico ao luar..&lt;br /&gt;Ir lá... seria.. como encontrar um lugar mágico.&lt;br /&gt;Saber que nada poderia mudar..&lt;br /&gt;Um lugar na eternidade..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8161270609542457654-7090747260651505808?l=magicneverdies.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/feeds/7090747260651505808/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-chega-o-inverno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7090747260651505808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8161270609542457654/posts/default/7090747260651505808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://magicneverdies.blogspot.com/2009/10/quando-chega-o-inverno.html' title='Quando chega o Inverno...'/><author><name>Ancient dreams..</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04149846376874122148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/SsXrguvT4lI/AAAAAAAAAAU/TNRs6mvyc-U/S220/_MG_0445.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_CJjuuBR6bxo/StVd8NpjucI/AAAAAAAAACo/YqwRI_OpORA/s72-c/95.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
