<?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-1063093772126786876</id><updated>2012-01-19T19:35:26.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>OÃÇANIRCUZA</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-8203222047482125454</id><published>2012-01-16T21:50:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:50:46.657-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Amor..com ardor..para sempre Gabriela( qualquer parte)</title><content type='html'>Ela era uma flor rara.Branca ou alva eu não sei ao certo.Tinha os cabelos de mel e anelados.Sorriso largo.Olhos de esmeralda.Era delicada.Pequena.Gabi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não foi os olhos que me chamaram a atenção! Não,Não e Não!!! Nunca foi!!!Foi desde o ínicio a gargalhada sincera.Desde o íncio tinha sido o sorriso.Depois vieram os quadris ...e sim sua pele.Seus olhos eram relâmpagos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando ha vi no saguão do hotel pela primeira vez ela estava com vestidinho cheio de flores tão pequenas..tão miudas...usava sandalias rasteiras de tira de couro crua e os cabelos estavam presos num coque de vovó.Mas ela garagalhava tão gostoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virei a volta sai do meio da comitiva de seguranças sai de perto da banda não queria dividir com ninguém aquela joia,a minha pérola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei próximo o bastante as pessoas que estavam com ela ficaram sérias e ela se voltou por inteiro para ver o que estava acontecendo.Gelei.O saguão todo parecia fazer silêncio naquele momento,o mundo perdera naquele instante o dom de falar. Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Ela esticou a mão em minha direção.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais soltei daquelas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Mãos que me tocaram,me amaram...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perde-la foi ....como se algo de mim fosse retirado sem anestesia ...nada aplaca esta dor.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes caminho horas.Ja visitei todos os lugares em que estivemos juntos na busca de acha-la de novo.&lt;br /&gt;Gabi,foi o meu único amor.&lt;br /&gt;Não tivemos filhos.Gabi tinha problemas para engravidar.Eu não permitia a adoção.Como me arrependo de não ter esta criança.Minha ou não adotada ou não.Seria a nossa criança!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ela as vezes se senta a beira de nossa cama para me ver domir.Eu sei que ela faz isso...eu sei que ela nunca deixara de fazer isso.Ela velava meu sono.Eu me sento bem.Era como a proteção de uma droga.Foi assim que parei de usar dorgas.Quando acordava de madrugada e a olhava ao lado e ela estava lá com olhos em prontidão me amando e me velando o sono.Me trancou certa vez&amp;nbsp;um semana no quarto para que não fosse atras de drogas e chorou todos os dias sentada na porta.&lt;br /&gt;Quando ela abriu a porta estava linda de olhos fundos.Eu a amei.Mas...lhe bati no rosto que sangrou e ficou roxo.Eu me odeio por isso!&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite quando cheguei da luxúria ela dormia tinha os lábios num formato triste e o rosto marcado por mim.Larguei as drogas.A amava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j_G2AGwfA4/TxS3rMsWtwI/AAAAAAAABgI/iAO0J6JDmMY/s1600/13.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j_G2AGwfA4/TxS3rMsWtwI/AAAAAAAABgI/iAO0J6JDmMY/s1600/13.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8203222047482125454?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8203222047482125454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/com-amorcom-ardorpara-sempre-gabriela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8203222047482125454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8203222047482125454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/com-amorcom-ardorpara-sempre-gabriela.html' title='Com Amor..com ardor..para sempre Gabriela( qualquer parte)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j_G2AGwfA4/TxS3rMsWtwI/AAAAAAAABgI/iAO0J6JDmMY/s72-c/13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2233064622121633943</id><published>2012-01-16T21:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T21:39:22.065-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mergulho no fundo no mar de metal.&lt;br /&gt;lançadas apontadas para mim ...me ferem me marcam e talvez algum dia me matem&lt;br /&gt;não brigo eu só me curvo...de volto ao útero de volta a doce solidão das entranhas de minha mãe!&lt;br /&gt;Eu feto sem dor...eu mulher com dor ...&lt;br /&gt;Fui santa...e me perdi..ando só por este caminho de curvas e chuvas as vezes não sei direito para onde vou.&lt;br /&gt;mas eu sigo. Tem que ser assim...não parar nunca, sempre em frente..mas meu tempo sim parece perdido!!&lt;br /&gt;Eu me revolto me descabelo me encolho...eu tenho medo...o medo me trava!&lt;br /&gt;não ataco...nunca..sempre me encolho...me mordo e choro.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes o choro vem na hora errada eu o engulo feito remédio ruim.&lt;br /&gt;Não sobrou nada de mim. eu não sou eu....e a mesma pergunta de sempre! nem raiva mais eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Afinal o que eu sinto?&lt;br /&gt;Presa neste labirinto de emoções hora me torturam mas horas me abandonam no meio de tudo e como agora eu não sinto nada...e uma lastima....me esparramo...e não choro.&lt;br /&gt;Só fico aqui quieta&amp;nbsp; parada e o tempo passa e meu coração e alma não chegam a um consenso comum.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei que direção tomar...eu não sei nem se quero ficar!!!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! eu tenho medo...nada ,nada e nada de parar!! Sempre em frente...de frente para o nada a confusão me assola me abate e açoita...eu remou todos os dias os meus erros não consigo ver nenhum acerto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando o sol nasce eu trabalho até que a lua se torne dona do céu...e não paro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aLE2xGmbo/TxSxSBAS6tI/AAAAAAAABgA/op8CFwvGtys/s1600/Coisa-tao-triste-aqui-esta-mulher.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="232" kba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aLE2xGmbo/TxSxSBAS6tI/AAAAAAAABgA/op8CFwvGtys/s320/Coisa-tao-triste-aqui-esta-mulher.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu continuo mas não vivo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-2233064622121633943?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2233064622121633943/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/mergulho-no-fundo-no-mar-de-metal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2233064622121633943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2233064622121633943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2012/01/mergulho-no-fundo-no-mar-de-metal.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--4aLE2xGmbo/TxSxSBAS6tI/AAAAAAAABgA/op8CFwvGtys/s72-c/Coisa-tao-triste-aqui-esta-mulher.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4090523263535393927</id><published>2011-12-18T22:20:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T22:20:53.771-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etd2lQTC9AU/Tu6ChBMJowI/AAAAAAAABfs/vs2OfBIijnU/s1600/Sensualidade_167.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etd2lQTC9AU/Tu6ChBMJowI/AAAAAAAABfs/vs2OfBIijnU/s320/Sensualidade_167.jpg" width="311" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que são feitos os sonhos?&lt;br /&gt;as vezes eles não se realizam&lt;br /&gt;as vezes eles tentam contra nós&lt;br /&gt;as vezes eles não se realizam&lt;br /&gt;outras vezes nos mudamos o foco&lt;br /&gt;em outras desistimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei do que são feitos os sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei nem se eles se realizam&lt;br /&gt;não tenho certeza sobre nada do que as pessoas falam sobre este assunto&lt;br /&gt;acho que sonhos só existem nas padarias&lt;br /&gt;cheio de recheio amarelo que você come com muito gosto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas, o pior de tudo e quando você expressa o desejo de ser ou ter algo&lt;br /&gt;para alguem e este alguem vai lá e tira de você!!!&lt;br /&gt;chute na canela e soco no estomago!&lt;br /&gt;você não sabe como reagir&lt;br /&gt;e fica pensando - é ele merece!- e fica feliz por estar tendo um bom&lt;br /&gt;"pensamentinho" quando na verdade você queria era se matar ou xingar o "cabra"&lt;br /&gt;e pensar- porque- o destino sempre lhe tira o tapete porque o mundo sempre conspira&lt;br /&gt;contra você-....ou ainda tem o pensamento do deprimido - é ele merece- então vem o nó na garganta&lt;br /&gt;e chora de ficar com a cara inreconhecível!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah! eu sei lá se sonhos existem ou são feitos e comprados sob medida....eu sei que eles parecem&lt;br /&gt;Deuses- longe dos olhos,criam fé e esperança e depois se parecem com lanças afiadas enfincadas&lt;br /&gt;em seu peito fazendo você sangrar devagar e sempre.... então alguem vem e arranca a lança ou você morre de irá (pecado capital) ou você tira sua vida( suicídio é pecado!)&lt;br /&gt;aff...cansei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4090523263535393927?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4090523263535393927/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-que-sao-feitos-os-sonhos-as-vezes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4090523263535393927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4090523263535393927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/12/de-que-sao-feitos-os-sonhos-as-vezes.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Etd2lQTC9AU/Tu6ChBMJowI/AAAAAAAABfs/vs2OfBIijnU/s72-c/Sensualidade_167.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1126060502709772648</id><published>2011-11-05T22:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T22:14:07.593-02:00</updated><title type='text'>em vão...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...é partindo -lhe ao meio&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em tantas partes&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que não se pode contar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; nem num quebra-cabeças juntar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;um coração em frangalho deixar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;é como a morte levar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e como o coveiro um corpo morto a sepultar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em deverás de dias nem vi se era sol ou lua ...(amarga solidão)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;meu coração para sempre mergulhou num mar de águas turvas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;e para o fundo levou a minh'alma acorrentada ao gelo diluída em sal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;não tenho para onde ir só tenho um lugar ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;para onde olhar e lá que de novo me vejo a me juntar "catar" de novo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;há me colar de novo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;um coração retalhado conservado em águas gélidas e polvilhado de sal! (tenho horror!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;que tipo de amor eu poderia oferecer?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;sei o tipo de amor que eu nunca mais quero pra mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em feridas eu me curo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em chamas eu me queimo&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;em dor eu cultuo&amp;nbsp; o meu auto flagelo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;parte alguma de mim deseja de novo se entregar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;parte alguma de mim deseja de novo amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;parte alguma de mim deseja novamente se retalhar em vida...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbGH6ZONt8c/TrXRJvwO2LI/AAAAAAAABfU/gDUSzItqUw4/s1600/Gotica13.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbGH6ZONt8c/TrXRJvwO2LI/AAAAAAAABfU/gDUSzItqUw4/s320/Gotica13.jpeg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1126060502709772648?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1126060502709772648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-vao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1126060502709772648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1126060502709772648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/11/em-vao.html' title='em vão...'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PbGH6ZONt8c/TrXRJvwO2LI/AAAAAAAABfU/gDUSzItqUw4/s72-c/Gotica13.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-833336703756757103</id><published>2011-10-02T14:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T14:57:36.744-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock In Rio 2011 - Red Hot Chili Peppers - Full Show(Show Completo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/haki8O6OlPY?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-833336703756757103?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/833336703756757103/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/10/rock-in-rio-2011-red-hot-chili-peppers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/833336703756757103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/833336703756757103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/10/rock-in-rio-2011-red-hot-chili-peppers.html' title='Rock In Rio 2011 - 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A música martela em meu coração repetitiva eu não enjoô..eu não me canso!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As vezes assim num dia qualquer eu caio num sono profundo e eu vivo aquilo que poderia seria a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não choro. Não peço.Não imploro.Eu vou...por ai...sem rumo..sem prumo...até quando? Eu nunca sei...como poderia saber? Se ningúem sabe? E para que saber se a surpresa e o que nos faz saltar de alegria e chorar de susto!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doce vida,doce vida pasmaceira sem sentido passar a vida olhando pela janela e desejando pular para fora dentro da vida que outrora eu amei e desejei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aff..vou dormir ..beijo pra quem fica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2dSlXkSSM0/ToaBBeLliTI/AAAAAAAABfA/1ItgDkXvQiI/s1600/LAOS-D%257E1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" kca="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-j2dSlXkSSM0/ToaBBeLliTI/AAAAAAAABfA/1ItgDkXvQiI/s320/LAOS-D%257E1.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4883935733036055055?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/k6HceAvvZKc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-407738879981917548</id><published>2011-09-18T20:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:57:09.069-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doces Sonhos (são Feitos Disso)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doces sonhos são feitos disso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sou eu para discordar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu viajei pelo mundo e pelos sete mares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo mundo está procurando alguma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem te usar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser usados por você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem abusar de você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser abusados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doces sonhos são feitos disso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sou eu para discordar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu viajei pelo mundo e pelos sete mares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo mundo está procurando alguma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem te usar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser usados por você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem abusar de você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser abusados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero usar você e abusar de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu quero saber o que está dentro de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conserve sua cabeça erguida, seguindo em frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mantenha sua cabeça erguida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;seguindo em frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conserve sua cabeça erguida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seguindo em frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mantenha sua cabeça erguida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seguindo em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Conserve sua cabeça erguida, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;seguindo em frente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mantenha sua cabeça erguida, s&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eguindo em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seguindo em frente!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Doces sonhos são feitos disso,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Quem sou eu para discordar?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu viajei pelo mundo e pelos sete mares,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Todo mundo está procurando alguma coisa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem te usar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser usados por você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem abusar de você,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Alguns deles querem ser abusados...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou usar você e abusar de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou saber o que está dentro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vou usar você e abusar de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu vou saber o que está dentro de você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Minha opinião- gosto mto da versão do Marilyn Manson...baci(by amigo Fábio rs)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-407738879981917548?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/407738879981917548/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/09/doces-sonhos-sao-feitos-disso-doces.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/407738879981917548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/407738879981917548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/09/doces-sonhos-sao-feitos-disso-doces.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3530487330868123099</id><published>2011-09-18T20:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T20:38:59.361-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eurythmics Sweet Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rJE_Sc1Wags?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="459" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Dreams'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/rJE_Sc1Wags/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-6158091850587494702</id><published>2011-09-18T19:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-18T19:30:54.430-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Marilyn Manson - Sweet dreams ( with lyrics )</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/J75Zrc-7v1M?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="459" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/J75Zrc-7v1M/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7152505404514167015</id><published>2011-09-15T12:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T12:06:05.091-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>declino minh'alma em favor dessa amor que corrompe e me rompe em duas&lt;br /&gt;declino oh!minh'alma que luta contra o que meus olhos não vêem &lt;br /&gt;declino oh!minh'alma nesta guerra sem vencedores...sem grandes amores..muitos perdedores&lt;br /&gt;declino oh!minh'alma neste caminho de curvas e morros de terrenos inospidos de frio corações&lt;br /&gt;declino oh!minh'alma que tudo me parece em vão!!!&amp;nbsp;Oras torrente!! Oras só contemplo !&lt;br /&gt;declino oh!minh'alma e me acabo em dor suplicio e lamento!! Dilacero e rasgo este amor!!!&lt;br /&gt;declino&amp;nbsp;minh'alma em um ódio quase que doente ! És louca??? respondo:- Sou infame!!!&lt;br /&gt;declino minh'alma&amp;nbsp;de ttempos em tempos mergulho na vida e no mundo e me esqueço por breve instante daquilo que me devora!!!&lt;br /&gt;deito-me oh! minha alma na noite escura tão breu tão vazia tão sozinha e fecho meus olhos e meus sonhos&amp;nbsp; me trazem você....e como criança eu sonho e desejo e tudo e tão breve e tudo e tão insustentável e eu sou feliz ali.Longe de tudo..longe de todos onde a hora não&amp;nbsp;é a senhora do tempo, eu navego,eu vivo eu afronto o mar que me engole que cospe de volta ao mundo ...&lt;br /&gt;eu declino oh! minha alma este meu coração benevolente que espera por clemencia por sonhos e um pouco de solidão para chorar então as lágrimas que chicoteiam a minh'alma quando num rompante de&amp;nbsp;orgulho eu as engulo turbando meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Declino oh!alma minha ferida sentada na estrada fria envolvida por leves doses de&amp;nbsp;pensamentos.Suspiros doces de sopro de uma vida que ainda não vivi...eu declino passiva, algumas vezes triste outras com veias de esperança bufando em minh'alma explodindo em face... a doce brisa entusiasta do vencer a batalha que travam minh'alma,meu coração, meu corpo e minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyjU6bW_qE/TnITSKGxVTI/AAAAAAAABe8/LNQgtEfnaOE/s1600/untitled.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" rba="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DnyjU6bW_qE/TnITSKGxVTI/AAAAAAAABe8/LNQgtEfnaOE/s320/untitled.bmp" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7152505404514167015?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="text-align: center;"&gt;não se vê e talvez não queira!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são as certezas infames&lt;br /&gt;as dores de angustias&lt;br /&gt;tristes lembranças&lt;br /&gt;arrependimentos&lt;br /&gt;cortes e depois &lt;br /&gt;a solidão do ser acompanhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não se tem nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nada que se una&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que se faça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que se sinta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e dor e vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sangue que pulsa&lt;br /&gt;empurra &lt;br /&gt;imutável&lt;br /&gt;ser &lt;br /&gt;egoísta&lt;br /&gt;dolorida&lt;br /&gt;e irrefútavel vida&lt;br /&gt;de doce lembrança&lt;br /&gt;da infância e depois&lt;br /&gt;da tenra e festiva adolescência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo era som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo era grande&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e tudo era forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;entrega..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;era bom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;devagar sem nada pra falar&lt;br /&gt;na verdade e assim que somos&lt;br /&gt;muitas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;somos feitos de historias&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;contos,epílogo e epitáfios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as vezes letras umas boas outras não&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei ainda quem sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1970511632645215118</id><published>2011-07-26T20:57:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-28T20:17:52.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Com Amor,com Ardor....Para sempre Gabriela (qualquer parte )</title><content type='html'>"À noite ela me assombra.&lt;br /&gt;Eu a vejo andar pelo quarto com toda sua delicadeza.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não durmo.&lt;br /&gt;Fico ali parado olhando ela se movimentar oras se vestindo falando comigo( eu não a ouço).&lt;br /&gt;Acompanho somente sua&amp;nbsp;face mudar de expressão triste,zangada e explodindo naquela gargalhada ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não durmo ela me assombra.&lt;br /&gt;ainda à amo.&lt;br /&gt;ela ainda me apavora.&lt;br /&gt;eu a queria aqui.&lt;br /&gt;eu choro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia nasce.Ela se deita ao meu lado eu imploro para que ela não feche os olhos ela sorri e adormece.&lt;br /&gt;O sol invade minha janela e seca minhas lágrimas,soluço adormeço ela se foi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida,meu amor,minha dor,meu calor,minha lua,meu desejo,minha mulher ...meu desespero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tarde eu espero...por ela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua solta no céu envolta em sua grandeza e beleza atrás de volta para mim.Eu a desejo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não veio.Adormeci.Chorei.Sonhei com ela eu ouvi a sua voz mas desejei não te-la ouvido.&lt;br /&gt;A raiva tomou conta dos meus sentidos a segurei pelos braços ela não teve medo de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Me olhou como fez muitas vezes lá no fundo e disse:&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;- solte-me!&lt;br /&gt;Ela tinha ódio escorrendo em suas palavras.Ela queria ir....Eu a odiei...Ela se foi...para sempre!&lt;br /&gt;Aquela saudade me invandiu e eu só queria dormir dias e noites na esperança de ve-la.&lt;br /&gt;Então numa noite quando minhas lágrimas secaram ela sentou-se ao meu lado com seus cabelos soltos aquele largo sorriso que sempre vou amar me beijou eu a abracei não falamos nada eu a perdoei,ela me beijou e partiu....para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda penso nela.Saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um jardim ele esta cheio de flores de todas as formar e cores quando a primavera chega o sol da manhã as banha e em cada uma delas eu vejo você com seu sorriso e enquanto o meu jardim se enche de vida eu me sento e escrevo sobre nós.Estou longe de terminar este relato acho que nunca o terminarei e tudo o que eu sei e que um dia vou te encontrar."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_409BV2Esg/TjHuBHuIUQI/AAAAAAAABew/aFxvSNFWCoY/s1600/homem+apaixonado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_409BV2Esg/TjHuBHuIUQI/AAAAAAAABew/aFxvSNFWCoY/s320/homem+apaixonado.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3_409BV2Esg/TjHuBHuIUQI/AAAAAAAABew/aFxvSNFWCoY/s72-c/homem+apaixonado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-8906586574377719873</id><published>2011-06-19T22:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-19T22:26:42.505-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wb6vgzMexng/Tf6d0NkkxNI/AAAAAAAABeU/DzxTWAxolLw/s1600/off.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wb6vgzMexng/Tf6d0NkkxNI/AAAAAAAABeU/DzxTWAxolLw/s320/off.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YARgBeKXQbE/Tf6d6B-GZGI/AAAAAAAABeY/5z0hzmEEP5k/s1600/fechado_para_balanco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="234" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YARgBeKXQbE/Tf6d6B-GZGI/AAAAAAAABeY/5z0hzmEEP5k/s320/fechado_para_balanco.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;vou ali e já volto,já!!&lt;br /&gt;são tantos pontos e ponto tantas virgulas ....tantas coisas tantas perguntas eu não tenho respostas ...as palavras dançam em minha mente eu não sei usa-las não a favor de mim,nem a favor de ningúem...o mundo não para! Me sinto parada a margem da estrada da vida..estou indo ali...eu volto..pq eu sempre volto...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8906586574377719873?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8906586574377719873/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/06/vou-ali-e-ja-voltoja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8906586574377719873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8906586574377719873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/06/vou-ali-e-ja-voltoja.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-wb6vgzMexng/Tf6d0NkkxNI/AAAAAAAABeU/DzxTWAxolLw/s72-c/off.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1079654360447756779</id><published>2011-05-28T23:12:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T23:12:34.445-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Guns N' Roses - Don't Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zRIbf6JqkNc?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1079654360447756779?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1079654360447756779/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/guns-n-roses-dont-cry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1079654360447756779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1079654360447756779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/guns-n-roses-dont-cry.html' title='Guns N&apos; Roses - Don&apos;t Cry'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/zRIbf6JqkNc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1225034417229722741</id><published>2011-05-28T22:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T22:55:35.279-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>e de um profundo céu de uma louca vontade..que eu to falando....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lá fora no frio dessa noite enquanto o mundo dorme eu acordo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu rondo as vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;surripio os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;engano os corações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e mato os sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as pessoas parecem vulneráveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são medíocres e fracas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são cansativas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chatas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e não parecem&amp;nbsp; saber quem são de verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o vento me corta a fronte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu olho..sigo em frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;morrer faz parte...viver e um caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBb6cQ1dkh4/TeGnbO_dcgI/AAAAAAAABds/bKlq0o4FoLM/s1600/noite+de+lua+cheia+e+magia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBb6cQ1dkh4/TeGnbO_dcgI/AAAAAAAABds/bKlq0o4FoLM/s320/noite+de+lua+cheia+e+magia.jpg" t8="true" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1225034417229722741?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1225034417229722741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-de-um-profundo-ceu-de-uma-louca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1225034417229722741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1225034417229722741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/e-de-um-profundo-ceu-de-uma-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uBb6cQ1dkh4/TeGnbO_dcgI/AAAAAAAABds/bKlq0o4FoLM/s72-c/noite+de+lua+cheia+e+magia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3491362660545074853</id><published>2011-05-22T22:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:07:55.338-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream On - Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/txlXcJDtDwM?fs=1" frameborder="0" width="425" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-3491362660545074853?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3491362660545074853/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-on-aerosmith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3491362660545074853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3491362660545074853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/dream-on-aerosmith.html' title='Dream On - Aerosmith'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/txlXcJDtDwM/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1430920985740605349</id><published>2011-05-22T22:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T22:06:17.196-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...é noite..domingo...frio...respiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;era o fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o fim de tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o coração pulsa..forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sangra..azul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as lágrimas...salgadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;afagam meus lábios&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o corpo treme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as mãos soam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;os pés pisam ..em falso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o vento...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;céu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu não tenho mais nada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqHs_6oc2PM/Tdmy42jph3I/AAAAAAAABdQ/vm3jpVVtKCI/s1600/azucrina%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="244" j8="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqHs_6oc2PM/Tdmy42jph3I/AAAAAAAABdQ/vm3jpVVtKCI/s320/azucrina%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1430920985740605349?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1430920985740605349/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1430920985740605349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1430920985740605349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MqHs_6oc2PM/Tdmy42jph3I/AAAAAAAABdQ/vm3jpVVtKCI/s72-c/azucrina%25C3%25A7%25C3%25A3o1.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2340342204569149037</id><published>2011-05-22T20:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-22T20:54:18.150-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA NOITE NO CAIRO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noite no Egito. O céu claro e profundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fulgura. A rua é triste. A Lua cheia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Está sinistra, e sobre a paz do mundo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A alma dos Faraós anda e vagueia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os mastins negros vão ladrando á lua...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Cairo é de uma formosura arcaica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No ângulo mais recôndito da rua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Passa cantando uma mulher hebraica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O Egito é sempre assim quando anoitece!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Às vezes, das pirâmides o quedo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E atro perfil, exposto ao luar, parece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma sombria interjeição de medo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Como um contraste àqueles misereres,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Num quiosque em festa alegre turba grita,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E dentro dançam homens e mulheres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Numa aglomeração cosmopolita.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tonto do vinho, um saltimbanco da Ásia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Convulso e roto, no apogeu da faria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Executando evoluções de razzia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Solta um brado epilético de injúria!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Em derredor duma ampla mesa preta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Última nota do conúbio infando -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vêem-se dez jogadores de roleta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Fumando, discutindo, conversando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Resplandece a celeste superfície.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dorme soturna a natureza sábia...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Embaixo, na mais próxima planície,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pasta um cavalo esplêndido da Arábia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vaga no espaço um silfo solitário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Troam kinnors! 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yL1C8kkQOdM/TcbRlG7vZMI/AAAAAAAABc4/RpFVb_BaA6A/s1600/sensual-3230.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yL1C8kkQOdM/TcbRlG7vZMI/AAAAAAAABc4/RpFVb_BaA6A/s320/sensual-3230.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vamos por ai....perdidos no mundo como se tudo fosse novidade numa felicidade falsa numa amarga alegria.&lt;br /&gt;Até parece que nós somos quem somos?! Parecemos produtos pré-fabricados moldados ao mundo e aos sonhos de alguém ou de outrora...e quanto na verdade eu queria dizer F...o mundo ..você e a vida!&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria me balançar em cordas descer corredeiras viajar sem destino e me revelar...poder dizer não e não sofrer por isso. Poder dizer sim e sofrer com certeza por isso...que os sonhos alheios se realizem ...bem longe de mim! Que eu não faça parte dos planos de ninguém nem do sonhos de alguém. Eu quero despejar minha sã loucura e viver a minha efémera felicidade acompanha e banhada seja de amor ou água....&lt;br /&gt;Queria mesmo agora partir corações,rasgar os véus e mutilar desejos...to querendo partir para minha vida sem meias palavras sem meios sonhos sem meias intenções! E dai quem vai chorar!!! Eu queria ser assim!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou assim..sou meiga pequena de largo sorriso...ninguém me vê!&lt;br /&gt;Alias, as pessoas me vêem e muito conveniente me ver eu tenho algo...eu sou algo..eu detenho algo..que me move..algo que me mantém...algo que me sustem! É tedioso! É insuportável! Dane-se ....e sempre assim eu me danando toda! É ai? Nada! Sempre nada...minha loucura ..meu ser...não tenho nada...nem você...eu vejo a minha estrada e minha história ela tem dias de luz de sol..e dias que me marcam como a noite de tempestade...aprender e bom ..errar e humano...mas,eu quero esquecer...voltar a viver...respirar..os dias são como novas chances...eu não sei aproveita-los...me cansei...vou dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgE-IpSTNu8/TcbSFePUEvI/AAAAAAAABc8/57tu8hYbze0/s1600/let45.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="225" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QgE-IpSTNu8/TcbSFePUEvI/AAAAAAAABc8/57tu8hYbze0/s320/let45.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-3534376953545797934?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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center;"&gt;eu fujo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e me pergunto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde você foi?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as vezes não me importo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as vezes eu choro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas em todas as vezes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o silêncio me acalenta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as lágrimas secam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu sorriso me esconde&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ninguém sabe o que me vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ninguém sabe quem eu sou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amigos? se tenho não os conheço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;amiga? se eu sou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para todos sempre e sempre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu só quero as vezes ter alguém&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;para rir ..de mim...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ja fui feliz hoje eu vivo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vivo ...respiro e só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez eu não precise de mais nada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez eu ainda seja feliz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez eu esteja só passando por &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"fase".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;talvez tudo e nada sejam a mesma coisa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu tô cansada....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quanto a você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;vai ficar onde sempre esteve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas memorias ...nas lembranças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas músicas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nos sonhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e isso é só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-It6xevK8g/TcYSrynnPxI/AAAAAAAABc0/_7SeHYcFp7U/s1600/28.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j8="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2-It6xevK8g/TcYSrynnPxI/AAAAAAAABc0/_7SeHYcFp7U/s320/28.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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bem...estou procurando ou esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;eu não sei te dizer...hoje nada disso me faz bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não tem música&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nem vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;cor &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;religião.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mudo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;reviro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;não curto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;meu coração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bate...forte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;descompassado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;é triste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quero ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: 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src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2NQIPVqLMUg" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c56vEgA4fjU" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/-sZzCyJVb4o" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-6271910572026163115?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6271910572026163115/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/musicas.html#comment-form' title='0 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nunca e para sempre ou tudo sempre sera eu não sei como é?!! Sí sei eu não quero ver se adoro eu não sei dizer .Eu gosto do vendo ,do som do mar e do cheiro de flores .Gosto do novo e do desafio eu gosto de fazer o bem mas hoje eu tô meio eu ..bem perdida com os olhos fechados com a imaginação embaçada com uma oração lamentosa em tom de murmurios me deixando levar me deixando guiar. Vou me deitar e deixar minha mente repousar e deixar minha alma vagar para que ela possa se achar e para mim em tão retornar e então mais forte eu vou ficar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/rLtqsEDxlqk" title="YouTube video player" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mude Minha Cabeça&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;qualquer um, sabe de seu mistério&lt;br /&gt;fique zangado&lt;br /&gt;fique tranquilo&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho tropeçado&lt;br /&gt;bêbado com teus sucos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mude minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;mude minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;está apontando prá você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;templo funk seu vestido é dilacerado demais&lt;br /&gt;seus olhos estão loucos&lt;br /&gt;Eu abaixei para salvar minha cabeça e&lt;br /&gt;Eu não posso esquecer você&lt;br /&gt;mas eu posso me lembrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mude minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;mude minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;está apontando prá você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh não, nós viemos te amar todos os dias&lt;br /&gt;esses bastardos já estão indo&lt;br /&gt;alguém precisa ficar&lt;br /&gt;qualquer um que chame você&lt;br /&gt;pelo seu nome&lt;br /&gt;só pelo nome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5497775753770564218?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5497775753770564218/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5497775753770564218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5497775753770564218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-to.html' title='Eu tô..'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-erdWf00V_Yc/TbHKMmA3BtI/AAAAAAAABcg/N4mufkPdxr0/s72-c/asas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3333674567675634951</id><published>2011-03-26T22:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T22:29:33.960-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou de volta,não sei se melhor ou pior...voltei &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;voltei e aqui estou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tem vento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;som&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a saudade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;esta nunca se foi&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sempre comigo ficou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estou de volta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e isso é tudo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lua me inquieta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sombra me encobre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O silêncio me protege.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O sono me fortalece.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O beijo e uma benção de maldição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As badaladas da noite e o som do fim&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me lambem o corpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Eu fujo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E84yPBXfSOs/TWGyfjrdqDI/AAAAAAAABYE/p1LcSZAsxJA/s1600/esperando2.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-E84yPBXfSOs/TWGyfjrdqDI/AAAAAAAABYE/p1LcSZAsxJA/s320/esperando2.bmp" width="201" 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Eu gostei...meio adolescente ..mas acho eu hoje,agora&amp;nbsp; e aqui neste instante que promete....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="345" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/k7CovorATpQ" title="YouTube video player" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TU83FDg_dHI/AAAAAAAABX8/plBuNqbypCg/s1600/the-pretty-reckless.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TU83FDg_dHI/AAAAAAAABX8/plBuNqbypCg/s320/the-pretty-reckless.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Make Me Wanna Die&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take me, I'm alive&lt;br /&gt;Never was a girl with a wicked mind&lt;br /&gt;But everything looks better when the sun goes down&lt;br /&gt;I had everything, opportunities for eternity&lt;br /&gt;And I could belong to the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your eyes, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be good enough&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;And everything you love&lt;br /&gt;Will burn up in the light&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Taste me, drink my soul&lt;br /&gt;Show me all the thing that I should've known&lt;br /&gt;When there's a new moon on the rise&lt;br /&gt;I had everything, opportunities for eternity&lt;br /&gt;And I could belong to the night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your eyes, your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can see in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes, everything in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;I'll never be good enough&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;br /&gt;And everything you love&lt;br /&gt;Will burn up in the light&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I'm burning in the light)&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would die for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;br /&gt;I would lie for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;My love (Make me wanna die)&lt;br /&gt;And I would steal for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;My love (Make me wanna die)&lt;br /&gt;And I would die for you, my love&lt;br /&gt;My love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Will burn up in the light&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I'm burning in the light)&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;(I'm burning in the light)&lt;br /&gt;Look inside your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Me Faz Querer Morrer&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me pegue, eu estou viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nunca foi uma garota com uma mente pervertida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas tudo fica melhor quando o Sol se põe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tinha tudo, oportunidades para a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu poderia pertencer à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos, seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu posso ver em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca serei boa o bastante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo o que você ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai queimar na luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E sempre que olho dentro de seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Experimente-me, beba minha alma&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me mostre todas as coisas que eu deveria saber&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quando há uma Lua Nova em ascensão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu tive tudo, oportunidades para a eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu poderia pertencer à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos, seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu posso ver em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos, tudo em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu nunca serei boa o bastante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E tudo o que você ama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai queimar na luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E toda vez que olho dentro de seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Estou queimando na luz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu poderia morrer por você, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu poderia mentir por você, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu amor (Faça-me faz querer morrer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu poderia roubar por você, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu amor (Faça-me querer morrer)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E eu poderia morrer por você, meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Vai queimar na luz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E toda vez que olho em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Estou queimando na luz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Estou queimando na luz)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olho em seus olhos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você me faz querer morrer&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Dica - Quem navega acha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Site com lista muito legal sobre vocalistas : &lt;a 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both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui anjo,algumas vezes fui louca, em outras ocasiões fui crente e raras foram as vezes que exerci meu lado bruxa.&lt;br /&gt;Tinha dia que o vento acompanhava meus passos...e tudo que eu queria era só respirar o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca fui boa com&amp;nbsp; pessoas. Nunca fui seca. Sempre gostei de beijos e abraços,mas nunca falei as coisas que precisavam ser ditas,feitas,ouvidas e faladas..é uma valsa ..um sono..um descompasso..eu vivo..respiro...nunca fui boa em muitas coisas....ainda não achei algo que possa me orgulhar e sorrir para mim mesma. Acho que as vezes gosto de música,gosto de escrever e de olhar a vida de longe...meus medos me podam e me limitam não respiro bem nas alturas tenho pavor da queda,das pessoas que vão e vêm o tempo todo sempre deixando marcas pequenos beijos de beiços lambuzados de doce mel e céu....o medo que me faz ficar e contemplar o sonhos azedo adormecendo de novo no colo ...quem sabe morrendo finalmente...não sou anjo e nem&amp;nbsp; inferno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUCdDzfEsF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lUCdDzfEsF4?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TSfbk1d-sxI/AAAAAAAABXM/nb-z3idTh7k/s1600/let.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="95" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TSfbk1d-sxI/AAAAAAAABXM/nb-z3idTh7k/s320/let.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-165038805309996179?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/165038805309996179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-fui-anjoalgumas-vezes-fui-louca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/165038805309996179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/165038805309996179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2011/01/nunca-fui-anjoalgumas-vezes-fui-louca.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TSfbZ9d02NI/AAAAAAAABXI/gLuBM2PD4vQ/s72-c/aprendi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1402646186116817305</id><published>2010-12-28T23:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T23:38:21.880-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sou eu aqui azucrinando!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/SgObECIgZMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wUZ3nE17WcY/s1600-h/letheia27.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333276877331129538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/SgObECIgZMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wUZ3nE17WcY/s320/letheia27.gif" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 243px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 319px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah!! MAs hoje eu estou numa agonia inquietante,irritante ,&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;exasperante&lt;/span&gt; e inoperante!!&lt;br /&gt;Irritada com a hora covarde que me devora e me ignora!&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;relógio&lt;/span&gt;, horas espaço e tempo!! E chato demais as horas,os compromissos voam para longe de você graças ao mundo que gira e te empurra!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To muito irritada&amp;nbsp; com a conta,com a amiga e o mundo... com a intriga.&lt;br /&gt;Sou contraria a oposição &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; eu sou contra tudo que se reproduz e morre. &lt;br /&gt;Sou libertária por &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;natureza&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Por&lt;/span&gt; ser louca tosca e boba!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chateada com a esta historia arrogante de ser aquilo que preciso ser para continuar a ser quem eu sou ! Loucura ! Isso sim e saída digna, falar o que quer do jeito que melhor convir e &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;alguém&lt;/span&gt; te dar um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;remédio&lt;/span&gt; para dormir e Bons sonhos!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira não ao seu redor ,mas gira para vê se consegue passar por cima de você!!! Corre gente!!Que a roda do mundo vai girar e pode ser que dessa vez você seja a próxima pedra na curva da esquina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vim aqui hoje escrever nada que fale do meu lado escuro ou obscuro quem sabe obtuso de ver a minha vida ou vida alheia, vim aqui hoje dizer que to aqui,que certa nunca fui , mas doida fui as vezes e louca pode ser que seja um dia,vim aqui só para dizer que isso ta com cara de &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;TPM&lt;/span&gt; e das bravas e melhor ir tomar banho me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;enfeitar&lt;/span&gt; de flores e espinhos e que venha o próximo da fila para me infernizar &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;pq&lt;/span&gt; eu to cuspindo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;maribondo&lt;/span&gt; e fazendo curativo com &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;álcool&lt;/span&gt; e ainda posso assoprar se &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;você&lt;/span&gt; reclamar !! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;hehehe&lt;/span&gt; que o trem ta vindo mas veloz que ontem ,mas quente hoje e mas intenso que o manhã!! &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;big&lt;/span&gt; beijo no meio da loucura para todo o doido que se dispor a ler tudo isso!!! fui...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;aff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TRqQojqM8eI/AAAAAAAABXA/J7mAp5h-ntU/s1600/ir_embora.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="314" n4="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TRqQojqM8eI/AAAAAAAABXA/J7mAp5h-ntU/s320/ir_embora.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1402646186116817305?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1402646186116817305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/12/sou-eu-aqui-azucrinando.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1402646186116817305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1402646186116817305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/12/sou-eu-aqui-azucrinando.html' title='Sou eu aqui azucrinando!'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/SgObECIgZMI/AAAAAAAAAXE/wUZ3nE17WcY/s72-c/letheia27.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2902924779351655464</id><published>2010-12-26T20:22:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-26T20:22:28.281-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até 2011</title><content type='html'>Fim de ano a correria de um "tempo fatiado" segundo Drumond!! &lt;br /&gt;Eu entro na correria pq não tenho outra opção,pq assim é...&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá como será o ano que vem...nem sei se será..nem sei se lá eu chego...tudo não é..tudo pode não ser..nada é mais importante.chegamos mesmo no fim. &lt;br /&gt;E que venha então o fim do ano e todas as suas promessas que eu aconselho que ninguém as faça e frustrante chegar&amp;nbsp;ao fim e ver que nada continua nada! Só se prometa rir mais, amar mais e gastar de menos! De resto o que vier será bem vindo.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Bom fim de ano à todos que alguns sonhos bons se realizem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TRe_xbki8aI/AAAAAAAABWs/d8ie2jD09Pk/s1600/070101_ano-novo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="281" n4="true" 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type='html'>&lt;iframe class="youtube-player" frameborder="0" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/2Q9AuIMDUzg" title="YouTube video player" type="text/html" width="425"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias de verão e noites de inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade as vezes é o inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criei então um universo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde tudo era perfeito e feito pra nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passamos muito tempo sentados na calçada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando sobre tudo e não dizendo nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu sorriso vale mais de mil palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que o futuro fica pra depois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite nós acendemos as luzes da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos e ficamos juntos até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites de verão e dias de inverno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poucos minutos parecem eternos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe eu não sei mentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo perfeito nunca vai existir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero esquecer as noites viradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falando sobre o mundo até a madrugada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos seus olhos eu vejo a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça o que você fizer diga o que você quiser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite nós acendemos as luzes da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos e ficamos juntos até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por quanto tempo só nós dois &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite nós acendemos as luzes da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos e ficamos juntos até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite nós acendemos as luzes da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos abraçamos e ficamos juntos até nascer o sol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois da meia-noite&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-6242911812823588652?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6242911812823588652/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/12/depois-da-meia-noite-capital-inicial.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6242911812823588652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6242911812823588652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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mais só.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ..mais...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TQQuKnmIT9I/AAAAAAAABWk/QNGtmwgGIMg/s1600/img-thing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TQQuKnmIT9I/AAAAAAAABWk/QNGtmwgGIMg/s1600/img-thing.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-3073391563159649062?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3073391563159649062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/12/sabado.html#comment-form' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2087682230022323306</id><published>2010-12-05T23:31:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T16:56:28.365-02:00</updated><title type='text'>"Rascunho na escuridão"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TP6DPFAIhyI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ug0ZsNRbrL8/s1600/imagesCA0SACLF.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TP6DPFAIhyI/AAAAAAAABWc/Ug0ZsNRbrL8/s1600/imagesCA0SACLF.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A lua negra me presenteia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com uma estranha figura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;lépida e esvoaçante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que projeta sua sombra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nas paredes de minha morada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sigo-a rapidamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;com meus olhos afeitos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a penumbra da da noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e vejo que é uma mariposa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;através do lufar de suas asas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma doce e obscura sensação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;permeia meu corpo e minha mente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sons de uma conhecida melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;densificam-se em meus sentidos;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;as notas graves e descompassadas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me traz a recordação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da imagem pálida do teu corpo -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- uma ode ao sobrenatural!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sei que tua sede é grande, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;tão grande quanto a minha, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mas aguardo o momento exato&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de sentir teu chamado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ir ao teu encontro, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;protegido pelo manto&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;da nossa Mãe, a Escuridão.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sairei de minha pousada, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que vela minha não-Vida e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num breve espaço de tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que não pertence aos mortais,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;estarei defronte a tua cripta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;onde uma lápide cinza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;ainda enaltece teu nome &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;num curto e singelo epitáfio - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- uma tentativa humana &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de tentar eternizar aquela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que foste no passado...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estarás me esperando&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de braços abertos e,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como sempre, nossos corpos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;mórbidos e gelados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;se entrelaçarão num abraço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que velará nossa maldição;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nossos olhos iridescentes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;penetrar-se-ão simultâneamente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;até que nossos afiados caninos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;perfurem nossas línguas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;até sermos tocados pelo prazer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do beijo frio e renovador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;a consagrar nossa não-Morte.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ligados um ao outro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;através de nossas jugulares, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;uma vez mais padeceremos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o sofrimento do gozo ímpar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;intensificado e perpetuado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;na troca acolhedora e indizível&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de nosso negro fluído vital - &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- o sangue renovador&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dos nossos aguçados instintos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao término de mais uma jornada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;já fartos e banqueteados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;do sangue vermelho e quente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;jorrado de nossas vítimas, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;imersos na eternidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que nos acolhe e tortura, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;retornamos as nossas criptas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;plenos, porém, insatisfeitos, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;sabedores que nossa meta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;culmina&amp;nbsp;em amarga solidão...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E tudo isso, até quando!?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: 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value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jW37NuCDWwU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jW37NuCDWwU?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Te encontro nas ruas até de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a tua presença e a lembrança que eu tenho de você&lt;br /&gt;Me faz querer te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;Querer te encontrar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Das coisas que digo sobre a gente ter coragem&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes me esqueço e quando vejo, outro dia clareou&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei aqui&lt;br /&gt;E eu fiquei aqui&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;É difícil viver as verdades do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o seu coração não se sente à vontade&lt;br /&gt;É difícil viver as verdades do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o seu coração não se sente à vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sigo os seus passos invento certezas&lt;br /&gt;É certo que fracasso algum será capaz de me fazer desistir&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não vou me entregar, eu não vou desistir&lt;br /&gt;E se eu puder fazer por ti o que ninguém jamais fez por mim&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; É difícil viver as verdades do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o seu coração não se sente à vontade&lt;br /&gt;É difícil viver as verdades do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quando o seu coração não se sente à vontade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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mundo'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5120427736781503650</id><published>2010-11-28T20:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-28T20:50:29.617-02:00</updated><title type='text'>me ame</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5d595b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem pressa, sem medo, sem pensar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com carinho, com desejo, com ardor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;com dor, com tesão, com amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de manhã, à tarde e à noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me ame de madrugada com aquele soninho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que vai despertando de mansinho &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;e transformando o menino em homem, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;a menina em mulher,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....me ame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #5d595b; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TPLch1aG4JI/AAAAAAAABV4/Mze7d7SjkOM/s1600/paixao.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TPLch1aG4JI/AAAAAAAABV4/Mze7d7SjkOM/s320/paixao.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TPLch1aG4JI/AAAAAAAABV4/Mze7d7SjkOM/s72-c/paixao.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-145493359449068972</id><published>2010-11-21T20:42:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T20:42:21.197-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Até...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOmfngR715I/AAAAAAAABVg/qCahgk9cdSU/s1600/MULHER_%2528143%2529_-_20_08_08.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOmfngR715I/AAAAAAAABVg/qCahgk9cdSU/s320/MULHER_%2528143%2529_-_20_08_08.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você não vê o fim da vida até que alguém muito próximo desfalece...morre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um coração pulsante na estrada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;um fio de cabelo levado pelo tempo,pelo vento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Os olhos de luz e vida. Fechados.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breve..silêncio..amanhecer..o sol..vida?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Assombro,dor e lamento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Muito mais que isso..ela morreu!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você acorda..e percebe que o "fim"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;caminha com você todos os dias...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E a máxima de que todos os dias são únicos é verdade!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Verdades,mentiras,juras de amos,morte ou vida..certeza de nada!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dúvidas que sejam doces!? Não é André?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Então olho no relógio na minha frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;me levanto e hora de me despedir...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;no fim..do corredor..ouço soluços...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;murmuros,gente com olhar de compaixão..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;então ..era o fim..Adeus,querida..Adeus!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOmgAj18U1I/AAAAAAAABVk/FgeJ9KQZUFg/s1600/let111.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOmgAj18U1I/AAAAAAAABVk/FgeJ9KQZUFg/s1600/let111.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; para "P" que a paz esteja contigo.&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;Let's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-145493359449068972?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/145493359449068972/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/ate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/145493359449068972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/145493359449068972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/ate.html' title='Até...'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOmfngR715I/AAAAAAAABVg/qCahgk9cdSU/s72-c/MULHER_%2528143%2529_-_20_08_08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1089046248137967541</id><published>2010-11-14T20:02:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T20:02:17.753-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuva - Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT7sc4iwInM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TT7sc4iwInM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito bom..vale a pena dá uma conferida. Todo som de chuva feito com uma orquestra..uma orquestra muito especial!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Let's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1089046248137967541?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1089046248137967541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/chuva-rain.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1089046248137967541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1089046248137967541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/chuva-rain.html' title='Chuva - Rain'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3765747637024425448</id><published>2010-11-14T19:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:54:25.367-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Domingo..chuva</title><content type='html'>Domingo...chuva...Novembro...lembranças&lt;br /&gt;Dormir e acordar hoje é um dia lento...chove&lt;br /&gt;Ouço músicas..elas me trazem lembranças,histórias e loucuras..&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã tudo será diferente de hoje..amanhã tudo será melhor..&lt;br /&gt;Olhar a chuva é melancólico,bucólico...e tedioso..hoje é domingo..chove&lt;br /&gt;São as chuvas de novembro ..alguém já cantou isso ..em algum lugar a muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;As chuvas de hoje me fazem lembrar...mas eu sei que amanhã eu vou esquecer..&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que amanhã tudo será melhor..sei que tudo vai ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho as chuvas ..as gotas ...a vida pela janela...sentada ...olhando para rua vazia&lt;br /&gt;triste e fria...eu sei que amanhã vai ser melhor....&lt;br /&gt;A chuva cai. Esta mesmo frio...as lembranças nem sempre borbulham as vezes e só o olhar para o nada.&lt;br /&gt;As vezes e só admiração pela chuva,pelo frio ...por ser novembro...nem sempre me lembro..nem sempre lamento tem dia que só aceito. Tem dia que eu só contemplo não importa se é chuva ou calor...só para e contemplo..eu vivo..eu respiro o ar sujo ou limpo para dentro dos pulmões...sujo ou não eu vivo...e quando eu vejo quem eu sou ...e quem eu posso ser...apenas contemplo..e vivo..vivo..respiro ..olho a chuva...molho as mãos..lavo o rosto...não sinto mais frio...molho meus braços ...estou na chuva,sou a chuva. já não existe o frio ...me limpo...vivo..a chuva,o domingo,novembro..sem lembranças.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã será um outro dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBZ69CtVnI/AAAAAAAABVU/iUjZja8N6KM/s1600/mulher_na_chuva.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBZ69CtVnI/AAAAAAAABVU/iUjZja8N6KM/s320/mulher_na_chuva.png" width="223" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-3765747637024425448?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3765747637024425448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/domingochuva.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3765747637024425448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3765747637024425448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/domingochuva.html' title='Domingo..chuva'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBZ69CtVnI/AAAAAAAABVU/iUjZja8N6KM/s72-c/mulher_na_chuva.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-289992896219557127</id><published>2010-11-14T19:32:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T19:32:08.290-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Madrugada</title><content type='html'>A madrugada chega inquietante fria,distante,sinistra. Lembro-me de você..lindo e quente...tranformo a distância em pensamentos viajo na minha imaginação ao te encontro..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Nú sobre a cama,dormindo frágil,,,,é lindo ..indefeso..meu homem nú! Sua respiração suave,seu rosto em repouso..seu corpo largado sobre a cama o leve sorriso que te contorce os lábios que gosto tanto de beijar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Te ver assim é uma delícia! Uma tortura!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Te ver assim solto,nú,largado sobre as cama ..sobre os lençois brancos,abraçados ao meu travesseiro suspirando sentindo meu perfume..meu homem nú...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;- É uma pena....vou te acordar..porque meus sentindos estão gritando... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBVNIIgfmI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Db2ZWD8hiuw/s1600/Fotos+de+homem+nu.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBVNIIgfmI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Db2ZWD8hiuw/s320/Fotos+de+homem+nu.jpg" width="236" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-289992896219557127?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/289992896219557127/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/madrugada.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/289992896219557127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/289992896219557127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/madrugada.html' title='Madrugada'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TOBVNIIgfmI/AAAAAAAABVQ/Db2ZWD8hiuw/s72-c/Fotos+de+homem+nu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-6075697681170094520</id><published>2010-11-02T22:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:39:17.273-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Scorpions x Tarja Turunen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="340" width="560"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbB_KFNVKew?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pbB_KFNVKew?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-6075697681170094520?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6075697681170094520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/scorpions-x-tarja-turunen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6075697681170094520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6075697681170094520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/11/scorpions-x-tarja-turunen.html' title='Scorpions x Tarja Turunen'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-6067349624696869153</id><published>2010-11-02T21:51:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T22:28:32.053-02:00</updated><title type='text'>meu pedido...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...tirai de mim todo o amor para suportar a loucura dos fracos&lt;br /&gt;...tirai de sobre mim as benevolências para que eu suporte a infantilidade dos homens&lt;br /&gt;...tirai de mim o gozo,o riso para suportar a curiosidade dos tolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrancai de mim este coração para que eu não amoleça diante da flor,do amor,das lágrimas,da dor, da paixão e de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Arrancando me tudo isso já posso viver....&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 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Meu primeiro contato com uma possível vida passada eu tinha +- 15 anos como e melhor não comentar aqui ,mas fiquei sabendo que tinha sido uma bruxa na Córsega no ano de 1450,era idealista,lutava pelos menos favorecidos...bom devo ter morrido!!! Mas ,muito recentemente fiquei abismada quando uma senhora olhou para mim na rua sorriu estranho e falou um nome que até hoje não esqueço ,mas não quero falar aqui...só me disse que todo possível assédio que poderia estar acontecendo agora ou que estaria para acontecer estava relacionado a uma das minhas vidas passadas uma dançarina do vento que fez homens do mundo todo viajarem somente para "me" ver dançar,nunca me casei a dança era um trabalho...coisas estranhas ..se acredito ou não se vocês vão acreditar ou não eu também não sei pq até eu mesma acho tudo muito nebuloso e sem conexão.&lt;br /&gt;ótimo halloween para todos!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TM3-j1GmGQI/AAAAAAAABUc/Ti4NnyWjFSc/s1600/let84.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="291" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TM3-j1GmGQI/AAAAAAAABUc/Ti4NnyWjFSc/s320/let84.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8428320526604728133?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8428320526604728133/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/entao-e-isso-halloween.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8428320526604728133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8428320526604728133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/entao-e-isso-halloween.html' title='Então e isso ....Halloween'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TM38Yl7nRtI/AAAAAAAABUU/l20qc2Vk6xg/s72-c/Animation1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2635259306987728111</id><published>2010-10-24T22:58:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-24T23:07:11.783-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Espera</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMTV8BzqG9I/AAAAAAAABT0/4GXFh99S9A0/s1600/abra%C3%A7ada.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMTV8BzqG9I/AAAAAAAABT0/4GXFh99S9A0/s320/abra%C3%A7ada.JPG" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Domingo no escuro sozinha.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ninguém me vê,eu vejo à todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só..como sempre foi ..como sempre será.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Almas doces. Amores quentes.Alma Gêmea.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Nada hoje se encontra aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ali no canto da sala minha alma geme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O chão e o limite não posso cair mais que isso...não posso..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Espero o dia chegar abraçada aos meus joelhos com olhos de petição.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não durmo na madrugada,você me chama e eu tenho medo que seja para me dizer -ADEUS!-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não vejo a manhã passar eu durmo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E sonho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não choro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha alma esta só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meu corpo caminha...meus olhos me guiam para o fim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O vento da tarde...os sussuros,sua voz...o som...ouço música.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tenho botão de off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só...eu volto para mas uma noite abraçada aos joelhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMTVlZ7AGCI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ka7QEi0EMks/s1600/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMTVlZ7AGCI/AAAAAAAABTw/Ka7QEi0EMks/s1600/cora%C3%A7%C3%A3o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Isto vai terminar ou apenas começar? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o copo está levantado, o brinde é feito novamente &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma voz é clara acima do barulho &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ariano orgulhoso, uma palavra, minha vontade para sustentar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;para mim, o tecido mais uma vez para girar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora, criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seu é o tecido, minha é a mão que costura o tempo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dele é a força que está por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nosso é o fogo, todo o calor que podemos achar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ele é uma pena no vento &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo o meu amor, todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora, criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas vezes...é todo o meu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;todo o meu amor para você agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, eu fico um pouco solitário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu aguento...um pouco solitário &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vagalume.com.br/"&gt;http://www.vagalume.com.br/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4365207217319822617?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2668871755578872415</id><published>2010-10-23T22:27:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T22:27:59.939-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Os passos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; estou no céu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;A tormenta...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; e um véu que cobre meus olhos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Meus sonhos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; não existem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sou eu ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; que caminho nas areias.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; não esta mais aqui.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Você...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; não vive mais em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; FIM.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMN8Z4QW7yI/AAAAAAAABTY/5uWgvbfzGrc/s1600/fim1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="249" nx="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMN8Z4QW7yI/AAAAAAAABTY/5uWgvbfzGrc/s320/fim1.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TMN8Z4QW7yI/AAAAAAAABTY/5uWgvbfzGrc/s72-c/fim1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7853083794784560924</id><published>2010-10-19T12:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:56:52.759-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Grande Dama II</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TL2w-a8O1LI/AAAAAAAABTM/VDfo1KKSzrE/s1600/olhos_verdes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="192" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TL2w-a8O1LI/AAAAAAAABTM/VDfo1KKSzrE/s320/olhos_verdes.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrer,por você&lt;br /&gt;Morrer,por mim&lt;br /&gt;Morrer,por nós...&lt;br /&gt;É o brilho do amor estava em seus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;É o doce veneno da paixão escorria dos lábios&lt;br /&gt;Rodopiava em seus braços,não sentia o chão.&lt;br /&gt;Seus olhos me levavam para longe.&lt;br /&gt;O perfume nos enebriava e nos sedava...&lt;br /&gt;minha pele se arrepiava.&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo ilusão,tupor...tuda era veneno e um corpo que não era mais o meu&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fui de ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou de ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Sou louca,loba faminta de corações que morreriam por uma vida inteira de..&lt;br /&gt;amor,paixão e prazer!&lt;br /&gt;O prazer é por minha conta!&lt;br /&gt;A paixão me move mas, do amor eu fujo..&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dores demais,desamores e desabores e muitas tentações&lt;br /&gt;no meu caminho...não meu coração não tem ninguém!!!&lt;br /&gt;A não ser minha própria imagem refletida..com meus olhos de traição&lt;br /&gt;com lábios numa busca infinita de um desejo continuo e infeliz...já não sei de que...ha! aff!&lt;br /&gt;Deveria voltar e amar alguém mais não sei fazer isso e talvez eu não queira isso...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7853083794784560924?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7853083794784560924/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/grande-dama-ii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4610123621019611811</id><published>2010-10-19T12:20:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T12:20:59.623-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TheY Stood Up For Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeC7yb1ug38?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zeC7yb1ug38?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x006699&amp;amp;color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;They Stood Up For Love &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Amantes Nus sentem o sangue em baixo das veias&lt;br /&gt;Nervos Elétricos se comunicando&lt;br /&gt;Com pequenas explosões pelo nosso cérebro&lt;br /&gt;Que é esta energia que nunca deixa ou vai?&lt;br /&gt;Vem da paixão a unica glória&lt;br /&gt;Desta estória humana&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou meu coração e alma para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Retorne para nosso nascimento,&lt;br /&gt;a frente da nossa morte&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos Cientistas dizem,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas são luz,&lt;br /&gt;Não criada, destruída mas eternamente brilhante&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor de todo o tempo Senhor de todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;abaixo da linha do ódio&lt;br /&gt;Na linha do ódio&lt;br /&gt;Quem colocou a flor no barril daquela arma?&lt;br /&gt;Quem acendeu a vela, começou o fogo,&lt;br /&gt;Botou fogo na fortaleza, no trono?&lt;br /&gt;Quem pôs em casa todos os refugiados num&lt;br /&gt;único cômodo&lt;br /&gt;Ou num bangalô humilde?&lt;br /&gt;Quem vive em uma dimensão diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Livre das Lutas que nós sabemos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu dou meu coração e alma para alguém&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Retorne para nosso nascimento,&lt;br /&gt;a frente da nossa morte&lt;br /&gt;A maioria dos Cientistas dizem,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas são luz,&lt;br /&gt;Não criada, destruída mas eternamente brilhante&lt;br /&gt;O Senhor de todo o tempo Senhor de todo lugar&lt;br /&gt;Aqueles que ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;abaixo da linha do ódio&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Eles vivem na luz&lt;br /&gt;Nós fizemos isto para a lua&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós não podemos fazer isto em casa&lt;br /&gt;Esperando um resgate que nunca vem&lt;br /&gt;Feito isto à lua&lt;br /&gt;Mas nós não podemos fazer isto em casa&lt;br /&gt;Talvez casa seja onde o coração desiste&lt;br /&gt;Para aquele, Para aquele&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Retorne para nosso nascimento,&lt;br /&gt;a frente da nossa morte&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Eles vivem, Eles&lt;br /&gt;Eles ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Eles ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram por amor&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;O senhor de todos os tempos&lt;br /&gt;Nós gastamos toda nossa vida&lt;br /&gt;saindo fora da nossa mente&lt;br /&gt;Ficaram por amor&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4610123621019611811?l=azucrinacao.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/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3981744869911814477</id><published>2010-10-11T20:35:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T20:35:06.280-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Biquini Cavadão- Vou te levar comigo ( é sim eu to mto biquini neste feriado!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tg5ToMxQICo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Tg5ToMxQICo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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feriado!)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5175398340516732930</id><published>2010-10-11T19:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T19:58:43.804-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma História III(Let's)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLOVjv4hSEI/AAAAAAAABS0/x_KCkMQWs58/s1600/260928~1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLOVjv4hSEI/AAAAAAAABS0/x_KCkMQWs58/s1600/260928~1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;É...é impossível...isso é mesmo impossível...estava dormindo...a tanto tempo..que ningúem mas se lembrava.Estava acordada depois de 7 anos dormindo,depois que todos tinham perdido a esperança de me ouvir de novo,depois do acidente que me transformou em algo triste e vegetativo. Sete anos presa a uma condição lamentável de um vegetal!&lt;br /&gt;Nestes sete anos que todos achavam que eu dormia eu estava viva por dentro e gritava por dentro - EU ESTOU AQUI!-&lt;br /&gt;Ningúem me ouvia! Minha mãe com suas orações ao meus pés com seu choro que me sufocava...a ouvi falar algumas vezes que eu deveria morrer falava e me olhava nos olhos nunca vou entender isso talvez eu devesse perdoa-la...não vou esquecer todos que só choraram naquele quarto não vou esquecer o dia que Mauricio entrou chorou e disse que não poderia mas me esperar ..que iria embora para França tinha conquistado uma bolsa ...era médico ou ainda deve ser...não posso esquecer as tardes que meu pai colocou os rocks que eu gostava nem seu silêncio ao meu lado...não vou esquecer os gritos do dia que caí e toda aquele gente em volta de mim eu os ouvia,eu os via,mas não conseguia mais responde-los.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; No hospital quando eu acordei tinha uma moça sentada na janela com um sorriso complacente eu a olhei e tive certeza de ser um anjo ou anja e como eu vou saber disso!? Me sentei na janela com este anjo meia anja tinha entendido que morta eu não estava mas que viva eu também não estava! Eu tinha adormecido...Então me levou pelo mundo fui ver alguém ..alguém que chorou por mim...isso me prendeu no coma eu me puni! Eu não tinha coragem de enfrentar...Agora sete anos depois o meu anjo se pôs do meu lado de novo e acariciou com as pontas dos seus dedos meus pés,meu corpo e minha testa me sussurrou - E hora de voltar,Babi....-Acordei no meio da noite chamando por -EDÚ- &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Todos acham que o Edú foi mal comigo,não ele não foi..ele é meu maior pesadelo porque eu nunca ..nunca mesmo consegui ama-lo do mesmo jeito com a mesma entrega...então ...eu fugi dele namorando outros...vivendo como&amp;nbsp; louca os dias na floresta tinham ficado para trás eu não acreditava em mais nada até aquele o&amp;nbsp;dia da "queda"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLOWCk3IatI/AAAAAAAABS8/qNJpavbe1DQ/s1600/lets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="254" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLOWCk3IatI/AAAAAAAABS8/qNJpavbe1DQ/s320/lets.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5175398340516732930?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5175398340516732930/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-historia-iiilets.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5175398340516732930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5175398340516732930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/uma-historia-iiilets.html' title='Uma História III(Let&apos;s)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLOVjv4hSEI/AAAAAAAABS0/x_KCkMQWs58/s72-c/260928~1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7581614180289852236</id><published>2010-10-10T22:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:42:00.696-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Biquini Cavadão- Acordar para sempre com você</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwY-v1GxaQQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/TwY-v1GxaQQ?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7581614180289852236?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7581614180289852236/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/biquini-cavadao-acordar-para-sempre-com.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7581614180289852236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7581614180289852236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/biquini-cavadao-acordar-para-sempre-com.html' title='Biquini Cavadão- Acordar para sempre com você'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4210699661696603624</id><published>2010-10-10T22:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T22:38:14.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tequila Baby-Hey Girl ( sem críticas! 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rss eu gosto é sério)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJqek-KeaI/AAAAAAAABSw/BQaoXzSFxhQ/s72-c/azucrina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-437286242353794672</id><published>2010-10-09T19:41:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T19:41:47.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fogo e Cinzas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não era o ódio era o fim. Fim de tudo.Fim daquilo que um dia chamei de amor. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Era chuva,vento e tempestade. Eu era fúria,som e liberdade.Estou só.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estou dentro de mim..preciso imbernar,me recolher...renascer...queimei.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Só o que me resta são as cinzas e a vontade de fênix..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLDvcD7glYI/AAAAAAAABRk/I1jr5uP2QTo/s1600/fuegodemujeremvinhetaMUHLERESDEFOGO2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ex="true" height="240" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLDvcD7glYI/AAAAAAAABRk/I1jr5uP2QTo/s320/fuegodemujeremvinhetaMUHLERESDEFOGO2.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-437286242353794672?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/437286242353794672/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/fogo-e-cinzas.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/437286242353794672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/437286242353794672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/fogo-e-cinzas.html' title='Fogo e Cinzas'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLDvcD7glYI/AAAAAAAABRk/I1jr5uP2QTo/s72-c/fuegodemujeremvinhetaMUHLERESDEFOGO2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-8815733009101266587</id><published>2010-10-05T11:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T11:20:35.708-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Iris ( Embora)</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYWzs2ZibMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xYWzs2ZibMs?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Íris&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu desistiria da eternidade para te tocar&lt;br /&gt;Pois eu sei que você me sente de alguma maneira&lt;br /&gt;Você é o mais próximo do paraíso que jamais estarei&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero ir para casa agora&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que posso sentir é este momento&lt;br /&gt;E tudo que posso respirar é a sua vida&lt;br /&gt;E mais cedo ou mais tarde se acaba&lt;br /&gt;Eu só não quero ficar sem você essa noite&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo é feito para não durar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E você não pode lutar contra as lágrimas que não virão&lt;br /&gt;Ou o momento de verdade em suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo se parece como nos filmes&lt;br /&gt;É, você sangra apenas para saber que está viva&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E eu não quero que o mundo me veja&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não acho que eles entenderiam&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo é feito pra não durar&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Eu só quero que você saiba quem sou eu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8815733009101266587?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8815733009101266587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/iris-embora.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8815733009101266587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8815733009101266587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/10/iris-embora.html' title='Iris ( Embora)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-9106340342841381698</id><published>2010-09-19T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T00:06:13.790-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiona Apple "Never is a Promise"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7AUAOuLxbLo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7AUAOuLxbLo?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 style="text-align: center;"&gt;Never Is A Promise (Tradução) &lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você nunca verá a coragem que eu conheço&lt;br /&gt;A riqueza das cores dela não aparecerá dentro de sua visão&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca brilharei do jeito que você brilha&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença predomina sobre os julgamentos feitos em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas enquanto o cenário cresce, eu vejo em luzes diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;As penumbras e as sombras ondulam na minha percepção&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos se esticam e se alargam, eu vejo de alturas maiores.&lt;br /&gt;Eu entendo que eu ainda sou muito orgulhosa para mencionar - a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você dirá que entende, mas não entende&lt;br /&gt;Você dirá que nunca desistirá de olhar olho no olho&lt;br /&gt;Mas 'nunca' é uma promessa e você não dispõe de meios para mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você nunca tocará estas coisas que eu possuo&lt;br /&gt;A pele das minhas emoções se aloja debaixo da minha própria (pele)&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca sentirá o calor desta alma&lt;br /&gt;Minha febre me queima mais profundamente do que eu jamais tenha mostrado - a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você dirá “Não tema seus sonhos, é mais fácil que parece”.&lt;br /&gt;Você dirá que nunca me deixaria cair de esperanças tão altas&lt;br /&gt;Mas 'nunca' é uma promessa e você não dispõe de meios para mentir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você nunca viverá esta vida que eu vivo&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca viverei a vida que me acorda de madrugada&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca ouvirá a mensagem que eu mando&lt;br /&gt;Você dirá que parece tão ruim como se eu estivesse desistindo desta luta&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas enquanto o cenário cresce, eu vejo em luzes diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;As penumbras e as sombras ondulam na minha percepção&lt;br /&gt;Meus sentimentos se esticam e se alargam, eu vejo de alturas maiores.&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebo que eu sou agora muito esperta para mencionar - a você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você dirá que entende, mas nunca entenderá.&lt;br /&gt;Eu direi que nunca acordarei sabendo como ou por quê&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei em que acreditar, você não sabe quem eu sou.&lt;br /&gt;Você dirá que eu preciso de apaziguamento quando começo a chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas 'nunca' é uma promessa e eu nunca precisarei de uma mentira.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-9106340342841381698?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/9106340342841381698/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/fiona-apple-never-is-promise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/9106340342841381698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/9106340342841381698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/fiona-apple-never-is-promise.html' title='Fiona Apple &quot;Never is a Promise&quot;'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5587771842830480579</id><published>2010-09-18T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-18T23:49:45.129-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história - por  Let's(II)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TJVy9zW7HjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_3z4aC5-tv8/s1600/parede.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TJVy9zW7HjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_3z4aC5-tv8/s320/parede.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não dormi...Edu estava de volta era mesmo um pesadelo... que eu tinha certeza que estava enterrado,agora eu não sabia de mais nada. Vi a neblina cair sobre a cidade -"o russo" -sussurrei para mim. Era assim que o povo de Minos chamava a neblina...russo...quantas vezes eu saia de casa com o russo a cair...a imagem se formou para mim..diante dos meus olhos parecia ..magia?!&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vi sair de casa tinha ainda aquele cabelo desgrenhado longo e as sombracelhas sem fazer grossas...brincava com o vapor que saia da minha boca enquanto pedalava em direção da floresta Branca.&lt;br /&gt;Quando parei de frente para a floresta vi&amp;nbsp; bicicletas&amp;nbsp; jogadas na relva de entrada joguei a minha também, fui para dentro da floresta estava mais branca que de costume segui meus instintos cheguei ao local do encontro com os olhos fechados. Todos me olharam com ar de surpresa e em seguida alguns debocharam. Edu estava lá era o mais velho de nós.&lt;br /&gt;Quando Tritão foi ao centro do circulo fiquei quieta.Abaixei a cabeça fechei meus olhos e abri meus ouvidos e coração...senti a floresta pulsar meu coração falava numa língua que eu nunca aprendi.Acordei no circulo com o sol da dez da manhã me banhando o corpo. Edu estava sentado ereto de frente para mim. Tritão o guia do circulo estava quieto olhando para o mar que se erguia ao fundo da floresta virou-se quando eu abri os dois olhos caminhou para mim e sorriu - Babi..Babi..Babi!! Me esticou uma das mãos e me ajudou a sentar não a levantar ..me sentei e ele sentou-se a minha frente...e começou a falar - Não me lembro de muitas coisas,mas elas falam ao meu coração até hoje.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a imagem sumiu o russo estava tão denso quanto naquele dia...tomada por uma vontade involuntária fui a garagem e descobri minha bicicleta velha o pneu estava murcho...ri...pensei no rídiculo ...peguei a moto e fui em direção da floresta Branca deixei a moto lá na entrada fechei meus olhos segui meus instintos e cheguei onde era feito o circulo da natureza...E quando abri meus olhos vi Tritão.&lt;br /&gt;- Tritão! explodi num sorriso&amp;nbsp; e numa corrida para abraça-lo&lt;br /&gt;Ele sorria me abraçou -Menina Babi...me olhou nos olhos e sumiu...corri de volta para moto me perdi...gritei o russo ficou mas denso...vi a casa de Melina banida de misericordia uma cidade vizinha pelo mal uso da magia fui até lá não tinha outro jeito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A encontrei no balanço sentada presa no seu transe de tristeza me sentei do lado segurando sua mão. Rezando para que ela acordasse logo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TJV11zobtiI/AAAAAAAABPY/dXhpobTaPnk/s1600/let-s.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TJV11zobtiI/AAAAAAAABPY/dXhpobTaPnk/s320/let-s.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5587771842830480579?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5587771842830480579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-historia-por-letsii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5587771842830480579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5587771842830480579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/09/uma-historia-por-letsii.html' title='Uma história - por  Let&apos;s(II)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TJVy9zW7HjI/AAAAAAAABPQ/_3z4aC5-tv8/s72-c/parede.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2228017361686825453</id><published>2010-08-29T00:18:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T00:18:59.955-03:00</updated><title type='text'>28/08/1974- Meu Aniversário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQQWkAi2I/AAAAAAAABN8/yr_b6bkyIZg/s1600/girassol.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQQWkAi2I/AAAAAAAABN8/yr_b6bkyIZg/s320/girassol.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQRxoPjNI/AAAAAAAABOE/voJoOQVrj2c/s1600/cora%2B%C2%BA%2B%C3%BAo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQRxoPjNI/AAAAAAAABOE/voJoOQVrj2c/s320/cora%2B%C2%BA%2B%C3%BAo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQLI7YTrI/AAAAAAAABN0/xvqOM33vATk/s1600/Tag_SensualLetheia_TFaerie-vi.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQLI7YTrI/AAAAAAAABN0/xvqOM33vATk/s320/Tag_SensualLetheia_TFaerie-vi.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnRYvqAhDI/AAAAAAAABOM/aZpgCiDC8G8/s1600/DSC03695.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnRYvqAhDI/AAAAAAAABOM/aZpgCiDC8G8/s320/DSC03695.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus presentes e amores...3.6 turbinada....hum amnhã posto mais!!! beijo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-2228017361686825453?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2228017361686825453/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/28081974-meu-aniversario.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2228017361686825453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2228017361686825453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/28081974-meu-aniversario.html' title='28/08/1974- Meu Aniversário'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THnQQWkAi2I/AAAAAAAABN8/yr_b6bkyIZg/s72-c/girassol.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-8578886965930942234</id><published>2010-08-26T10:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:54:40.416-03:00</updated><title type='text'>live - Pain Lies On The Riverside - Mental Jewelery</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4KIXOi-BTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/g4KIXOi-BTM?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8578886965930942234?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8578886965930942234/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/live-pain-lies-on-riverside-mental.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8578886965930942234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8578886965930942234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/live-pain-lies-on-riverside-mental.html' title='live - Pain Lies On The Riverside - Mental Jewelery'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-8793934838716230099</id><published>2010-08-26T10:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T10:26:15.020-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THZq378za1I/AAAAAAAABNc/i_iZBEOii2w/s1600/let107.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THZq378za1I/AAAAAAAABNc/i_iZBEOii2w/s320/let107.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminho e vc esta lá parado olhando para o nada....e não para mim..&lt;br /&gt;sinto a vida acariciar minha alma ..meus cabelos e coração&lt;br /&gt;queria seu amor...seu olhar e seu beijo&lt;br /&gt;queria o céu ...a vida&lt;br /&gt;a vida de volta para mim...a vida com seu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;com seu amor..a vida com vc&lt;br /&gt;queria sonhos rosa,vermelhos e azuis vc de volta para mim&lt;br /&gt;o seu beijo de volta na&amp;nbsp; minha boca&lt;br /&gt;o seu toque no meu corpo ..a sua paixão de volta a minha vida&lt;br /&gt;o seu sorriso de volta para mim&lt;br /&gt;seu tesão,sua força seu carinho&lt;br /&gt;vc esta lá parado olhando para o nada e poderia estar olhando para mim ..mas não esta! &lt;br /&gt;expulsa do seus sonhos...eu fui...a culpa foi só minha..só minha...&lt;br /&gt;vc esta lá parado olhando para o nada e eu estou aqui sozinha olhando para vc...&lt;br /&gt;vc não me vê e talvez não me queira mais...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu caminho de volta em sua direção ....&lt;br /&gt;quero q me veja...e me sinta..&lt;br /&gt;de volta...vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THZrHbz-lBI/AAAAAAAABNk/dk4TErdTtkA/s1600/m3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THZrHbz-lBI/AAAAAAAABNk/dk4TErdTtkA/s320/m3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-8793934838716230099?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/8793934838716230099/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-caminho-e-vc-esta-la-parado-olhando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8793934838716230099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/8793934838716230099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/eu-caminho-e-vc-esta-la-parado-olhando.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THZq378za1I/AAAAAAAABNc/i_iZBEOii2w/s72-c/let107.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1413916966838638448</id><published>2010-08-21T22:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:30:15.287-03:00</updated><title type='text'>MP13 - http://www.mp13.com.br/</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvbJ1HQeh6A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/xvbJ1HQeh6A?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gente...estou dando uma força espero contar com vocês também! By Let's&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1413916966838638448?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1413916966838638448/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/mp13-httpwwwmp13combr.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1413916966838638448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1413916966838638448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/mp13-httpwwwmp13combr.html' title='MP13 - http://www.mp13.com.br/'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-3283288261888033447</id><published>2010-08-21T22:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T22:22:14.067-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Uma história - por  Let's</title><content type='html'>Música e diversão ...do que eu mais precisaria? Mas,nada..talvez uns beijos..talvez...a solidão estava me fazendo bem...comprei um vibrador e tudo estava indo bem.&lt;br /&gt;Festival de "Rock de Minos" depois de quase 20 anos eu estava de volta a Minos. Voltava como uma das patrociandoras do festival voltei em silêncio eu não precisava aparecer mais. A cidade continuava como na minha infância e minha adolescência,pequena,linda e delicada. Continuava misteriosa,adorava aquela cidade e aquele jeito nebuloso que tinha no ínicio da manhã e o calor no resto do dia entre o mar e a serra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Reencontrar velhos e bons amigos foi inevitavel e foi muito bom. O primeiro dia do festival ultrapassou as expectivas fui embora feliz e bebada até que ouvi aquela voz rouca de novo achei que a bebida tinha ultrapassado os limites do real afinal Edu estava casado e fora do Brasil segundo as notícias que por um acaso eu recebi. Mas, era ele mesmo com a mesma jaqueta de couro de sempre com o mesmo sorriso de sempre e com a mesma voz de sempre e eu me senti de novo com 16 anos. Sorri e resmuguei- Tô bebada mesmo?"- ri ele retrucou - Também estou! Como você esta?- respondi descendo os degraus da escada que levavam devolta a rua - Bem e vc?- ele não sorriu eu abri o portão fiquei de frente para ele e recebi um abraço -Bem agora que voltei..falamos amanhã? você esta bebada e acha que eu sou um fantasma!A casa continua a mesma coisa? Eu olhei para tras - Sim. Ele foi embora .Fiquei parada ali.Ele era o pior dos meus fantasmas ...continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THB5UO-Bg8I/AAAAAAAABNM/96oHKQEHQf0/s1600/m1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THB5UO-Bg8I/AAAAAAAABNM/96oHKQEHQf0/s320/m1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-3283288261888033447?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/3283288261888033447/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-historia-por-lets.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3283288261888033447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/3283288261888033447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/uma-historia-por-lets.html' title='Uma história - por  Let&apos;s'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/THB5UO-Bg8I/AAAAAAAABNM/96oHKQEHQf0/s72-c/m1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7454418435227245414</id><published>2010-08-11T10:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T10:25:30.958-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem título</title><content type='html'>Preciso usar o tempo como força,como aliado. Não tenho motivos para ir nem para ficar...tenho muito para fazer e muito desejo para sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Estou no pó,no chão,na lona e estou mesmo só.&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço coisas erradas e tenho consciência disso e Deus/Deusa sabe disso também...caminho para o fim para minha condenação..nisso tudo tem uma coisa até é mesmo interessante...posso ser boa ou má posso ser eu ! posso ser o bem que influência para o mal...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que é certo nem o que é de fato errado nem tudo que me mata e mal,mas o bem que eu faço para os outros só eu sinto o beneficio.&lt;br /&gt;Me certifico que ainda há vida a minha volta.Gosto de ouvir o som da respiração morna do sono e o som sufocante do ato de amar.&lt;br /&gt;Sou sombra meio branca,cinza talvez.Sou a pluma que paira ,que dança no vento, baila sobre os olhos de crianças e viro disputa e transformo em briga a brincadeira pacífica...&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudo,sento e respiro ainda vivo sou mutante ser de estranha vida...&lt;br /&gt;não quero mais escrever....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TGKkjVGoLbI/AAAAAAAABM8/5QWqILzb9Hs/s1600/anjo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TGKkjVGoLbI/AAAAAAAABM8/5QWqILzb9Hs/s320/anjo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7454418435227245414?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7454418435227245414/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/sem-titulo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7454418435227245414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7454418435227245414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/08/sem-titulo.html' title='Sem título'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TGKkjVGoLbI/AAAAAAAABM8/5QWqILzb9Hs/s72-c/anjo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7375271087952796263</id><published>2010-07-18T22:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:08:42.526-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Para você que me azucrinou hoje...-Dream On - Aerosmith</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="385" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/txlXcJDtDwM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/txlXcJDtDwM&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1?color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7375271087952796263?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7375271087952796263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-voce-que-me-azucrinou-hoje-dream.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7375271087952796263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7375271087952796263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/para-voce-que-me-azucrinou-hoje-dream.html' title='Para você que me azucrinou hoje...-Dream On - Aerosmith'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5825110716247039915</id><published>2010-07-18T22:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-18T22:05:50.099-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TEOjKvNqf9I/AAAAAAAABMw/mL6zd0cxEWo/s1600/Anjos-Mimi.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TEOjKvNqf9I/AAAAAAAABMw/mL6zd0cxEWo/s320/Anjos-Mimi.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando bati de costas no chão ....a terra me envolveu numa nuvem suja de poeira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Eu não era mas anjo..eu não era mas nada..perdida na terra em busca de novo da fé ..perdida no mundo em busca de mim...perdida no mundo...a missão era para ser simples..fácil até..mas não seria..Porque primeiro eu teria que me achar ...e depois os achar...acho que era assim que deveria correr. Mas o mundo deu uma reviravolta e eu não me achei eu tinha que os achar primeiro,ajuda-los ,guia-los ou induzi-los ao bem..ou ao mal..seja lá o que fosse esta era a minha tarefa..não era mas um anjo nem muito menos um demônio...O que eu era? Uma Dividida ...meu prêmio? Eu escolheria no final...só não desejo o mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TEOjAf2F9tI/AAAAAAAABMo/atFxDl224rE/s1600/let55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TEOjAf2F9tI/AAAAAAAABMo/atFxDl224rE/s320/let55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5825110716247039915?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5825110716247039915/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-bati-de-costas-no-chao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5825110716247039915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5825110716247039915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/07/quando-bati-de-costas-no-chao.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TEOjKvNqf9I/AAAAAAAABMw/mL6zd0cxEWo/s72-c/Anjos-Mimi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2194346678775030229</id><published>2010-07-13T22:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-13T22:17:56.319-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Feliz Dia do Rock!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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(by Lethéia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TBQT_VAqRtI/AAAAAAAABKc/dGER9LnVwMg/s1600/bela.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TBQT_VAqRtI/AAAAAAAABKc/dGER9LnVwMg/s320/bela.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; O Diário de &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Gabrie&lt;/span&gt;la&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As sensações eu já as conhecia a tensão,tesão e tudo que acompanha a loucura de estar apaixonada.&lt;br /&gt;Era um amor perdido porque não dizer esquecido e muito bem resolvido,para mim era algo que tinha ficado lá onde eu deixei numa caixa colorida ,coisas de menina!Lá dentro da caixa estavam guardadas todas as cartas que documentavam um amor,uma paixão que durante longos e loucos 15 anos permaneceram mudas.&lt;br /&gt;E então numa tarde boba até mesmo tola me vi diante de você de novo,frente à frente.&lt;br /&gt;Me lembrei das idas e vindas do correio toda semana para lhe enviar cartas e toda semana eu recebia outra de volta numa troca mutua,atenciosa,silenciosa de uma paixão que não resistiu a distância e a vida.Adormeceu.E agora ela esta de volta acordada,forte me empurrando para um caminho que desconheço. Jamais andei por tal lugar,nunca senti tanto medo de chegar a lugar algum,nunca fui tão feliz ..e tão infeliz..&lt;br /&gt;As horas passam e eu escrevo na escuridão da noite enquanto todos dormem com seus sonhos de Minerva&amp;nbsp; ou de &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;Morfeu&lt;/span&gt;,seja lá quem for!&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou sentada no escuro pensando e escrevendo,sorrindo e chorando esperando que em algum lugar alguém me ouça,me entenda,me console e me ame.Esperando que minha alma fique livre,que meu corpo a acompanhe que meus sonhos enfim se libertem.&lt;br /&gt;O que me consome hoje não e esta dor de amor. O que me consome hoje e a possibilidade de nos perdermos,de nos magoarmos....que toda esta paixão vire para nós uma guerra de adultos machucados trocando acusações e se ferindo de novo mortalmente.&lt;br /&gt;Atormenta me invade todos os dias mas também e ela que me acalma e me sustenta para que mas uma vez ela me empurre para um lugar que de novo eu não conheço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TBQUn-bBeTI/AAAAAAAABKk/DAEWxwnq4Ak/s1600/let94.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TBQUn-bBeTI/AAAAAAAABKk/DAEWxwnq4Ak/s320/let94.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-6447900419845416165?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6447900419845416165/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-amorcom-ardor-para-sempregabriela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6447900419845416165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6447900419845416165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/com-amorcom-ardor-para-sempregabriela.html' title='Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre...Gabriela. (by Lethéia)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TBQT_VAqRtI/AAAAAAAABKc/dGER9LnVwMg/s72-c/bela.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5467285081291274516</id><published>2010-06-06T19:11:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:11:46.982-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poltergeist - Music Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AlDiwvv1QY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9AlDiwvv1QY&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x402061&amp;amp;color2=0x9461ca" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5467285081291274516?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5467285081291274516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/poltergeist-music-video.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5467285081291274516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5467285081291274516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/poltergeist-music-video.html' title='Poltergeist - Music Video'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7231909546543799907</id><published>2010-06-06T19:05:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T19:09:59.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>História de uma casa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TAwbJ2Y207I/AAAAAAAABJ0/WSgjuCFQMjo/s1600/casa2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TAwbJ2Y207I/AAAAAAAABJ0/WSgjuCFQMjo/s320/casa2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento uivava por entre as árvores do bosque, a tempestade estava chegando,os raios partiam o céu iluminando toda a região,os pingos de chuva caiam rapidamente e o velho sino da praça repicava insistentemente enquanto que os moradores corriam de um lado para o outro.&lt;br /&gt;Um grupo de jovens,neste momento,reuniam na sala para conversarem. Um deles olhava a chuva grossa com os olhos fixos na casa da beira do lago e percebia que as janelas batiam com força e se assustava com a violência dos raios e trovões quando começou a falar com uma voz baixa e arrastada a historia da casa do lago,toda a sua beleza e o seu terror e era mais ou menos assim:&lt;br /&gt;- Tudo começou no século passado,um parque se instalou uns metros dali,onde morava um jovem casal .Logo na noite de estreia ,os fatos estranhos começaram a acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;A janela do sótão batia insistentemente.A jovem subiu até lá para fechar quando se viu encantada por uma melodia,debruçou-se na janela e pôs-se a ouvir.Sabia que vinha do parque e assim foi até o dia que o parque foi embora. A jovem passava dias a fio ,triste,sem se alimentar um dia,tempos depois, o parque voltou e junto a melodia. O jovem marido se animou pois,assim sua doce amada esposa voltava ao que era antes. Desta vez o parque demorou mais,um dia a cidade acordou e o parque já havia ido embora e com ele a doce jovem esposa. O seu&amp;nbsp; marido ,muito apaixonado que era,enlouqueceu e morreu depois de saudades da esposa. E dizem que até hoje ele a espera na varanda de seu a casa,de chapéu e cravo na lapela sentado na cadeira de balanço que range o dia todo a noite toda sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;E alguém pergunta:&lt;br /&gt;- Que cadeira?&lt;br /&gt;O raio corta o céu ouve-se um estrondo e um vento frio passo por entre eles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TAwbrgZ53tI/AAAAAAAABJ8/KurYW3QgcOs/s1600/letheia-rojo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TAwbrgZ53tI/AAAAAAAABJ8/KurYW3QgcOs/s320/letheia-rojo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7231909546543799907?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7231909546543799907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/historia-de-uma-casa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7231909546543799907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7231909546543799907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/06/historia-de-uma-casa.html' title='História de uma casa'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TAwbJ2Y207I/AAAAAAAABJ0/WSgjuCFQMjo/s72-c/casa2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4314139106397204067</id><published>2010-05-27T18:24:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:24:16.838-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apocalyptica-Unforgiven (gothic art)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDrFOu2nvZs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pDrFOu2nvZs&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4314139106397204067?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4314139106397204067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/apocalyptica-unforgiven-gothic-art.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4314139106397204067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4314139106397204067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/apocalyptica-unforgiven-gothic-art.html' title='Apocalyptica-Unforgiven (gothic art)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1448425195932691693</id><published>2010-05-27T18:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T18:22:04.952-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S_7hyXCm3CI/AAAAAAAABJM/yTVhhL8jBpQ/s1600/Angel-3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S_7hyXCm3CI/AAAAAAAABJM/yTVhhL8jBpQ/s320/Angel-3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O vento batia de leve.Era ela no penhasco.Era ele no barco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida inteira de espera,amor e distância. Agora ele estava ali&amp;nbsp; tão próximo que seu perfume a alcançava.O sorriso leve dos lábios finos se abriram num belo sorriso ergueu os braços em &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt; do céu e desceu as escadas que ladeavam o penhasco o barco já se dirigia ao &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;pier&lt;/span&gt; que havia ali.&lt;br /&gt;Os passos eram firmes nas pedras da escada as lembranças das noites de sonho, as cartas,os telefonemas, as contas de telefone ( ela sorriu disso) das lágrimas de saudade de um amor que só vira pela Internet. Agora a poucos metros ele estaria ali em sua frente, de repente lhe tremeu o corpo e pensou em casos que encontros como estes terminavam tragicamente espantou o pensamento e continuou descendo em &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;direção&lt;/span&gt; ao barco que atracava.&lt;br /&gt;Quando chegou ao &lt;span class="goog-spellcheck-word"&gt;pier&lt;/span&gt; ele já estava em pé fora da embarcação com uma bolsa de viagem. E sorria um sorriso forte,era alto com traços fortes,braços fortes e era grande!&lt;br /&gt;Sorriu.Correu,como menina adolescente apaixonada e ele a ergue no alto dos céus a rodopiou lá no alto e caiu com ela no mar.&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos dela não acreditaram no que virão ele a jogara na agua fria da baía porque?&lt;br /&gt;Ele veio a tona e riu ela riu se beijaram e ele a levou para o fundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S_7iYXngQHI/AAAAAAAABJU/6DaX0_U1y8c/s1600/let116.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S_7iYXngQHI/AAAAAAAABJU/6DaX0_U1y8c/s320/let116.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1448425195932691693?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1448425195932691693/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-vento-batia-de-leve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1448425195932691693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1448425195932691693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/05/o-vento-batia-de-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S_7hyXCm3CI/AAAAAAAABJM/yTVhhL8jBpQ/s72-c/Angel-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4137533425324818928</id><published>2010-04-30T21:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T21:36:30.061-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Me deixe ou me leve...</title><content type='html'>Me deixe ou me leve...&lt;br /&gt;Por onde for por onde passar...&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe ou me leve...&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ajudar..eu posso amar&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe ou me leve..&lt;br /&gt;Não me traga de volta!&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse que se ficar eu vou continuar?&lt;br /&gt;Quem&amp;nbsp; disse que se eu for ..se eu for ...eu não volto!&lt;br /&gt;Jamais! Jamais ! Nunca mais!&lt;br /&gt;E melhor que me leve...e melhor que me deixe...me deixe longe &lt;br /&gt;Me deixe longe daqui ....me leve...me deixe longe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão frio,tão acolhedor. Era a dor.&lt;br /&gt;O vento e o amor eram tão próximos tão estranhos doloridos iguais.&lt;br /&gt;Era dilacerante...as teclas do piano ...precisas..impiedosas ..eu ouvia&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe...eu cantei ,me leve eu peço-te.&lt;br /&gt;O vento, o doce dos lábios, o veneno ...suave...o mundo gira&lt;br /&gt;Esta me levando,me dê as mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Mãos frias. Sinto seu apertão ..não me deixe...Me leve..&lt;br /&gt;Sou sua garota. Aquela garota má de todas os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela menina que ria, que horas sorria e que horas chorava.&lt;br /&gt;Me leve...já não sei onde está..eu não sei onde estou ...Eu choro.&lt;br /&gt;Me leve..não me solte..estou tão alto..estou tão longe..estou tão livre.&lt;br /&gt;Tem vento, cabelos soltos,sorriso de alívio,abro os braços e abraço o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Livre. Eu não vou voltar nunca mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S9t3dqUkTaI/AAAAAAAABHE/du-eaECSDwI/s1600/rosto-chorando.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S9t3dqUkTaI/AAAAAAAABHE/du-eaECSDwI/s320/rosto-chorando.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4137533425324818928?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4137533425324818928/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-deixe-ou-me-leve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4137533425324818928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4137533425324818928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/me-deixe-ou-me-leve.html' title='Me deixe ou me leve...'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S9t3dqUkTaI/AAAAAAAABHE/du-eaECSDwI/s72-c/rosto-chorando.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-4186893542686748445</id><published>2010-04-17T23:43:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:43:20.391-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss - Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNPs9DFm7GI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NNPs9DFm7GI&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-4186893542686748445?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/4186893542686748445/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiss-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4186893542686748445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/4186893542686748445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/kiss-forever.html' title='Kiss - Forever'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5232717293618270049</id><published>2010-04-17T23:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T23:30:44.506-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8pubHZeJLI/AAAAAAAABG0/zQWz9SGzX2Y/s1600/eu.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8pubHZeJLI/AAAAAAAABG0/zQWz9SGzX2Y/s320/eu.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sou mas, o que era antes. Eu sou agora o que eu não queria ser. Sou à espera. O medo e a Incertesa. Não quero fugir. Mas,também não desejo morrer, também não quero matar ....Não sei quando isso vai acabar e se vai acabar. Só sei que quero paz! Tenho um grito preso no fundo da garganta, no fundo alma e no fundo do coração. As pessoas são surdas? Ou somente ouvem aquilo que lhes convém? Vencer,matar e morrer .Assim se vive. Quem não vence morre. Quem ganha tem que matar! Cruel e verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;Até onde se pode viver? E amar? Odiar? O que não me é permito? O que eu sou? No que me trasformei? E o que ainda pode vir sobre mim? Eu não sei ... nunca sei...só sei que minto, que finjo e que tenho dor. Que a vida me engole... e que tem formas de ondas gigantes de água gelada, azul me jogando de um lado para o outro me virando ,me afundando e me matando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Luzes serenas a calmaria a noite e o sono.Não posso dormir! Ou e o sono que não vem?! Que não chega nunca?!&lt;br /&gt;Quem quer viver ? Quem precisa ter tantas perguntas ? Talvez finalmente depois desses anos todos eu ...eu acho que sempre fiz tudo errado porque as coisas nunca deram certo! Minhas perguntas estão erradas! Quais são as perguntas certas? E as respostas onde eu as encontro? Não quero ficar uma velha surda sem historias para contar, quero ir para o asilo e ter muito que falar...não quero me afundar em pensamentos e esquecer de onde vim e quem sou....Afinal ...QUEM EU SOU? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8pusBXDvFI/AAAAAAAABG8/coYFNhopJbw/s1600/let103.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8pusBXDvFI/AAAAAAAABG8/coYFNhopJbw/s320/let103.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5232717293618270049?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5232717293618270049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-nao-sou-mas-o-que-era-antes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5232717293618270049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5232717293618270049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-nao-sou-mas-o-que-era-antes.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8pubHZeJLI/AAAAAAAABG0/zQWz9SGzX2Y/s72-c/eu.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7937043866630879328</id><published>2010-04-10T23:49:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T23:49:45.392-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"E se eu desmoronar....."&lt;br /&gt;Estou a horas parada,olhando para o teto,não penso em nada. Não vejo nada. Não sinto nada. Acho que acabou.Não existe sentimentos,nem lágrimas e dor. Não existe mas nada.&lt;br /&gt;Fica a pergunta : Será que um di houve algo? Sera que senti algo? Sera que vivi? Plenitude?&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vou saber. As últimas gotas ...vermelhas se esvaem....o corte dessa vez fora profundo e da maneira correta. Do alto do quarto eu percebi que meus olhos eram verdes,que meus lábios eram quase rosa,que minha pele era branca imaculada.nunca tocada. Nunca amei,nunca fui amada. Era a decisão certa. Morrer.&lt;br /&gt;A faca brilhava no chão no meio da possa de sangue.E refletia algo preso por baixo do meu colchão.&lt;br /&gt;Era um saquinho e dentro tinha uma oração. -" Para sua proteção" vovó me disse.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca li o que estava escrito lá. E agora&amp;nbsp; talvez não fosse a hora de ler.&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei ali no quarto me olhando e achando tudo estranho. Derepente me deu uma vontade de voltar ...de ser eu de novo,mesmo sendo daquele jeito. Ninguém me acharia antes da segunda...era apenas sábado. O dia do descanço para alguns e o dia de trabalho para outros.O domingo viria preguiçoso e eu estaria ja fria e dura. Algo correu em mim. meus sentimentos terrenos ainda estavam fortes demais em mim. Foi quando nun canto do quarto vi uma luz pequena se movendo agitada de um lado apra o outro. Derepente se voltou para mim. - Arrenpendida?- falou mansa. - Pelo seu olhar muito arrependida-&lt;br /&gt;-Sei que não tem volta....mas queria voltar.&lt;br /&gt;-Entendo. ..eu acho...olhou bem de perto o meu corpo pendurado na cama com os brços esticados para o chão...você tinha belos olhos verdes..nunca os viu não é?&lt;br /&gt;-Não,só agora.&lt;br /&gt;-Perdeu uma bela capa...continuou observando o corpo.&lt;br /&gt;- "Capa"? quiz dizer corpo?&lt;br /&gt;-Capa mesmo. Você mesma sabe que era só uma capa. Escrevia isso a todo instante. Que esta no espelho não era você....&lt;br /&gt;-Como sabe disso? espantei-me&lt;br /&gt;-Sua proteção sua avó nunca deixou de mentalizar sua proteção. Uma proteção bilateral. Mas você nunca a leu.Não ajudamos quando não somos convidados.&lt;br /&gt;-Mas e agora?Quem vai me achar?&lt;br /&gt;-Infelizmente, sua avó. Ela ja esta a caminho. Sinto as batidas do coração aceleradas, o tremor, a necessidade de ve-la viva. &lt;br /&gt;-Quero voltar! Me diga como!&lt;br /&gt;-Não tem como...&lt;br /&gt;-Um folego...eu vou lutar...&lt;br /&gt;-Não posso fazer isso. Você e uma suicida!&lt;br /&gt;-Mas,arrependida...chorei como nunca antes ...&lt;br /&gt;Ver tudo que se passou depois foi como estar anestesiada...&lt;br /&gt;Além de estar morta tinha uma dívida....e dívidas sempre são cobradas....estava com medo...não senti quando a pequena luz virou uma labareda de fogo e me lambeu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8E4pGKJQbI/AAAAAAAABGs/ti8JgwdttEc/s1600/let97.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8E4pGKJQbI/AAAAAAAABGs/ti8JgwdttEc/s320/let97.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7937043866630879328?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7937043866630879328/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-se-eu-desmoronar.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7937043866630879328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7937043866630879328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/e-se-eu-desmoronar.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S8E4pGKJQbI/AAAAAAAABGs/ti8JgwdttEc/s72-c/let97.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-1017701708641759973</id><published>2010-04-06T21:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T21:43:19.275-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Então é isso....só uma música um beijo e era o fim.&lt;br /&gt;Quando as coisas nos atropelam e simplesmente sentamos no meio do caminho...só existe o esperar...mas esperar o que? Sonhos, planos ..esperança? Sabe,quando você senta e chora de cansaço e olha para atras de sí e descobre que nada foi real que tudo foi imaginação e que todo o passado foi sonho.Você não tem onde se pegar ou onde se segurar, nada te cura ,nada e capaz de te consolar ,nada e capaz de conter suas lágrimas não existe ódio ou ira somente aquela dor que por vezes te faz soltar um gemido que se parece até com um palavrão. Não existe mas nada. Você ja não existe. Eu ja não existo.&lt;br /&gt;Aquela solidão que não te consola,nem te conforta e nem de diz o que você precisa. Aquela oração chorosa que ninguém ouve. Aquela dor de estar sentado no chão do quarto abraço aos joelhos ,o soluço da certesa que nisso você está só. Triste. Só...Só..Só...&lt;br /&gt;E o dia nasce. Você não dormiu ,mas se levanta com o turbilhão da noite insone e chorosa. Rosto lavado e óculos para disfarçar o que a dor lhe causou. Vez por outra as lágrimas ainda lhe brotam nos olhos e as&amp;nbsp; engulo o dia não e o melhor horário para chorar. A noite encobre os sonhos,as lágrimas e a dor. A noite acolhe sua tristesa, seu desespero e sua falta de esperança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi i rumo, o foco ....sabe qaundo os sonhos morrem? Quando você vai dormir e sonha que tudo esta dando certo,sonha que comprou aquela casa, o carro que ganhou aquele beijo? Eu ja não sonho mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7vUSh_AZNI/AAAAAAAABGc/8-ypiy9kOI4/s1600/let73.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7vUSh_AZNI/AAAAAAAABGc/8-ypiy9kOI4/s320/let73.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-1017701708641759973?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/1017701708641759973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/entao-e-isso.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1017701708641759973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/1017701708641759973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/entao-e-isso.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7vUSh_AZNI/AAAAAAAABGc/8-ypiy9kOI4/s72-c/let73.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-2202352276499889996</id><published>2010-04-01T23:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T23:20:17.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7VUVCX6EFI/AAAAAAAABGM/RZZmcWM0-Mg/s1600/let16.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7VUVCX6EFI/AAAAAAAABGM/RZZmcWM0-Mg/s320/let16.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-2202352276499889996?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/2202352276499889996/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2202352276499889996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/2202352276499889996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S7VUVCX6EFI/AAAAAAAABGM/RZZmcWM0-Mg/s72-c/let16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5139305012804272074</id><published>2010-03-27T23:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T23:05:26.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kill -30 Seconds To Mars feat e  Pitty</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGOBm4Wq9os&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oGOBm4Wq9os&amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5139305012804272074?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5139305012804272074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/kill-30-seconds-to-mars-feat-e-pitty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5139305012804272074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5139305012804272074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/kill-30-seconds-to-mars-feat-e-pitty.html' title='The Kill -30 Seconds To Mars feat e  Pitty'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-141678790079282294</id><published>2010-03-27T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T22:59:01.768-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Então...e o fim...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S662vNgCSDI/AAAAAAAABF0/AYW-oDgxW3w/s1600/10ok61f.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S662vNgCSDI/AAAAAAAABF0/AYW-oDgxW3w/s320/10ok61f.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Começo este post hoje dizendo : Eu ousei&amp;nbsp; sonhar e tirei meus pés do chão e vi o quanto o céu pode ser bonito. E vi o quanto dar medo subir tão alto.&lt;br /&gt;E ousei sorrir e baixei a guarda. Senti o vento no rosto. Sorri ao sentir meu coração bater forte. Chorei.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei, muito. Me entreguei.Então cai. Uma queda. Bati com o corpo todo no chão. Meu coração parou.&lt;br /&gt;Minha mente ainda funciona. &lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu vi que tudo que tudo que vivi e meu maior algoz. Estou quieta agora ,mas não em paz. Por que os sonhos me foram tirados, fui ingênua, tênue e triste,não fiz as escolhas certas fui morta porque fui boa e sincera, talvez não tenha sido tão amiga,mas fui sincera e dedicada.&lt;br /&gt;A faca entrou pelo lado direito do meu pulmão e alcançou minha garganta não tive voz para alçar e contar a verdade. Quando eu vi e percebi estava no meio de uma rede... uma intriga. E agora estou no chão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me disseram: - Bem vinda ao mundo real!! Esta e a vida !! Acorda menina!-&lt;br /&gt;Abri meus olhos e senti toda a dor possível de se sentir, a ferida,o bolo na garganta e o orgulho ferido.&lt;br /&gt;Não esta sendo facíl,não é facíl...você fazer até o impossível para que tudo funcione para que você tenha seu lugar. Nunca quiz tirar o lugar de ninguém,nem quando me foi proposto..eu nunca aceitaria.E assim eu não tirei o lugar de alguém ,mas tiraram o meu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta semana foi infernal,com choros e lágrimas sem motivos aparentes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu estou negligente. Nem&amp;nbsp; me olhei no espelho pq sei que a aparência não deve estar boa.Estou irritada e muito ranzinza.Quem sabe hoje depois desse post meu coração se aquiete e o meu sono chegue com canções de ninar que eu durma sem sonhos nem pesadelos. Quem sabe amanhã eu acorde &lt;b&gt;eu&lt;/b&gt; de novo. Com vontade de novamente tentar voar,com novo sonho e forças renovadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamento.Lamento e muito o que me ocorreu. Lamento nem poder dar nomes aos bois ou vacas neste post seria anti ético,mesmo sabendo que não foram nada éticos comigo. Lamento não ter cuspido na mesa, por não ter dançado o cha cha nos corredores,por ter ido mas de uma vez trabalhar doente,lamento ter ido trabalhar domingo deixando minha família de lado,por todos os dias que fiz horas extras....&lt;br /&gt;Fui sincera,nunca fui indiferente a ninguem,nunca fiz distinção..mesmo quando fui compilida a isso ...- Chefe não pode ter fala mansa tem que mandar.- Engoli seco. E continuei minha jornada. Que acabou na terça-feira dia 23/03/2010 num golpe que me pegou por trás atravessou meu pulmão e calou minha voz. Chorei. Vim embora para casa com o sol como testemunha,com as lágrimas que desciam sem controle do rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que fiz o meu melhor e sei que nunca quiz o lugar de ningúem...infelizmente as pessoas são complicadas e tristes.&lt;br /&gt;Obga á todos e bom fim de semana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S662AoEE1PI/AAAAAAAABFs/XTAsedfwFdo/s1600/let100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S662AoEE1PI/AAAAAAAABFs/XTAsedfwFdo/s320/let100.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-141678790079282294?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/141678790079282294/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/entaoe-o-fim.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/141678790079282294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/141678790079282294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/entaoe-o-fim.html' title='Então...e o fim...'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S662vNgCSDI/AAAAAAAABF0/AYW-oDgxW3w/s72-c/10ok61f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7578625088513891580</id><published>2010-03-21T01:15:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:15:20.559-03:00</updated><title type='text'>November Rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLoQteiJNOU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eLoQteiJNOU&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7578625088513891580?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7578625088513891580/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/november-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7578625088513891580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7578625088513891580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/november-rain.html' title='November Rain'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-6758718483147917436</id><published>2010-03-21T01:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T01:08:36.673-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre...Gabriela. (by Lethéia)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="post-header"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela  foi embora.Há vi sair não me despedi.Tinha dor no meu corpo eu descobri  enfim depois de três anos que a amava. Na noite passada fizemos amor  mas,antes ela me pediu para que a deixasse ir embora.Eu aceitei fiz amor  com ela pela primeira vez em três anos. Ela sentiu isso e dormiu nos   meus braços em paz pela primeira vez em três anos e pela primeira vez na  vida eu fiquei sem dormir. Quieto, eu a vi tomar banho se arrumar e  sair me deu um beijo no rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu há vi sair fiquei parado o olhando  da janela meu corpo doía eu a amava!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando me vi sozinho naquela  imensa casa tudo parou de fazer sentido.Tudo era ela.Ela quem movia  aquele lugar.Subi na moto ainda tinha tempo até o embarque. Eu  diria  tudo que ela sempre quis ouvir e eu nunca tive coragem de falar e a  traria de volta para casa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voei pela auto estrada nunca fui tão  seguro numa decisão.Estava feliz eu amava!!&lt;br /&gt;Acelerei em todas as  curvas o vento queria ser mas rápido do que eu...o tempo era mas rápido  que eu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando cheguei ao aeroporto ouvi a chamada para o  avião dela as pessoas me cercaram pedindo autógrafos eu a vi de costas  por trás de uma porta de vidro gritei - Gabi! Gabriela!!! Ela também  estava sendo cercada por algumas pessoas ,mas gentilmente como sempre  fazia ela foi saindo e eu fiquei preso...quando cheguei ao portão fui  barrado gritei por ela,por um breve momento pensei que ela tivesse me  ouvido ela parou por milésimos de segundos e segui em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorei.  E vi o avião decolar. E senti todo o calor da explosão quando o grande  pássaro explodiu no ar com a mulher da minha vida dentro....desci até a  pista em desespero total as peças em chamas queimaram minha pele....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um  ano depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda durmo algumas noites ao lado deGabriela no  cemitério e sonho com ela e sua gargalhada deliciosa.&lt;br /&gt;Quando estou em  casa coloco ao lado de minha cama as flores que ela gostava e cuido  pessoalmente do girassol que ela amava.Tenho a ultima foto dela sorrindo  para um paparazi no aeroporto esta de frente para mim tomando toda uma  parede.Eu não durmo sem ouvi-la.Ela cantava.Eu coloco todas as noites o  cd que gravou com as minhas musicas prediletas ela me daria no meu  aniversário ..ela nunca me deu o cd...porque eu não fui à festa que ela  tinha feito para mim.Eu choro. Li seu diário pela primeira vez....li o  quanto me amava...li...tudo ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordo todas as noites ainda com  o calor do fogo e o barulho da explosão e no meio das chamas o sorriso  gigante de Gabi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cinco anos depois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me vejo no jardim  estou fazendo meu ultimo ato de amor para Gabi esta na hora de deixa-la  em paz e  seguir meu caminho.Tenho em minhas mãos um livro e ele se  chama Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre ,Gabriela. Durma em paz meu amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S6WbXdYe83I/AAAAAAAABFc/am-DLP16jLk/s1600-h/casal_abraco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S6WbXdYe83I/AAAAAAAABFc/am-DLP16jLk/s320/casal_abraco.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-6758718483147917436?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/6758718483147917436/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/com-amorcom-ardor-para-sempregabriela.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6758718483147917436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/6758718483147917436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/com-amorcom-ardor-para-sempregabriela.html' title='Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre...Gabriela. (by Lethéia)'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S6WbXdYe83I/AAAAAAAABFc/am-DLP16jLk/s72-c/casal_abraco.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-594235114612490789</id><published>2010-03-14T22:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T22:57:00.977-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Lembranças de Gabriela ( Domingo, Agosto 16 Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre...Gabriela. (by Lethéia) )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S52TzrutRtI/AAAAAAAABDc/gzIFY7zWWMg/s1600-h/let55.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S52TzrutRtI/AAAAAAAABDc/gzIFY7zWWMg/s320/let55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Era o vento. Soprou no meu rosto um ar quente. A areia se reteve em meus cabelos. Estava perdida. Perdidamente apaixonada.Irremediavelmente neste tupor cego.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era certo nada estava errado.&lt;br /&gt;Até o dia em que abri o jornal e o vi com uma loira ...depois desse dia isso virou rotina.&lt;br /&gt;As brigas,traições e a bebida..drogas.Em contra partida tentava trazê-lo de volta.&lt;br /&gt;As poucas vezes que dormiamos juntos tentava engravidar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma série de abortos,gritos de ódio e muita dor.Ele voltou para casa.&lt;br /&gt;Mas,eu ja tinha perdido o tesão,a força,mas a coragem ainda estava dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Numa noite em que ele se aninhou ao meus pés e nossas mãos se tocaram enfim com amor eu conduzi a conversa com as minhas lembranças de momentos felizes.Pedi para ir embora.Era necessário.Antes que nos machucassemos de novo. Entender? Ele pareceu entender. Chorou a noite. Eu fingi que não vi.Finalmente eu pude dormir em seus braços, finalmente eu vi que ele me amava.Mas, agora era hora de ir. De seguir em frente não penso em voltas ,mas também não descarto. Eu ainda o amo.&lt;br /&gt;Quando sai naquela manhã ele me observava pela janela. Era a nossa despedida. O nó na garganta me fez chorar. Quando cheguei ao aeroporto,as pessoas me cercaram. Tirei fotos.Sorri para um paparazzi. Quando ouve a última chamada para o voô eu pensei ter ouvido a voz dele. Não me virei pq tive medo de ser verdade que ele estava lá que me levaria de volta e viveriamos felizes até o próximo porre,o próximo aborto ou a próxima traição, segui firme.Embarquei. De novo algo me dizia desça.Mas,não o fiz. Quando o comandate desejou uma boa viagem eu o vi ..ele chorava, vi uma bola de fogo,resolvi descer..era tarde ..fui conduzida e convencida que não era possível.&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguia reter as lágrimas...foi quando ouvi um estalo...era o fim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S52TlJM4GGI/AAAAAAAABDU/j_l2MUir1BU/s1600-h/pensativa.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S52TlJM4GGI/AAAAAAAABDU/j_l2MUir1BU/s320/pensativa.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-594235114612490789?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/594235114612490789/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/lembrancas-de-gabriela-domingo-agosto.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/594235114612490789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/594235114612490789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/lembrancas-de-gabriela-domingo-agosto.html' title='Lembranças de Gabriela ( Domingo, Agosto 16 Com amor,Com ardor Para sempre...Gabriela. (by Lethéia) )'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S52TzrutRtI/AAAAAAAABDc/gzIFY7zWWMg/s72-c/let55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7588365944521979811</id><published>2010-03-07T23:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:23:07.307-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Semana Guns!! 14/03/10 Apoteose..hausuahsuahs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Guns N' Roses - &lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Sweet Child O' Mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h1&gt; &lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmqK0aXkHho&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NmqK0aXkHho&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Paradise City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqTuN-35580&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NqTuN-35580&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1 style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEzuC5UoM8g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pEzuC5UoM8g&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h1&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;GUNS N' ROSES - CHINESE DEMOCRACY WORLD TOUR 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9w7uPuwOFQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/V9w7uPuwOFQ&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7588365944521979811?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7588365944521979811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/semana-guns-140310-apoteosehausuahsuahs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7588365944521979811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7588365944521979811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/semana-guns-140310-apoteosehausuahsuahs.html' title='Semana Guns!! 14/03/10 Apoteose..hausuahsuahs'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5739813947243493526</id><published>2010-03-07T23:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T23:13:10.169-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S5RdDvTO8CI/AAAAAAAABDM/KIbimxTtyjE/s1600-h/mi_958549466360745.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S5RdDvTO8CI/AAAAAAAABDM/KIbimxTtyjE/s320/mi_958549466360745.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As flores que me iluminavam me devoram o coração, a alma e a solidão me toca no ombro. Estou só malditamente só e acompanhada.&lt;br /&gt;Uma companhia insone que vive a vida todos os dias como se eu fosse o brinquedo fragil e dificil de aprender a mexer o que ele sabe e que sempre que a tempestade passa ele tem que vir e juntar meus pedaços. Eu deveria ser grata por isso afinal ele tenta me recompor. Pq ele acha sempre de estar lá? Sempre me catando e me levando embora? O que há com ele? Amor? Servo? Loucura? Não sei pq ainda permanece! Não sei pq ainda faz isso..não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Ele sabe que gosto de flores. Ele sempre compra flores. Eu sempre me maravilho com elas.Morrem com tanto perfume quanto mas perto do fim chegam ,mas cheirosas ficam. Eu não vou ter este fim com glamour e simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Elas exalam o perfume do "eu aceito".Eu não aceito!&lt;br /&gt;A minha natureza morbida..infantil e tola e quem me condena todos os dias.&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansada demais para analisar o certo e o errado.&lt;br /&gt;Vou para um show de rock..Quero me libertar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beijos ..boa semana....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5739813947243493526?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5739813947243493526/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/flores.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5739813947243493526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5739813947243493526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/flores.html' title='Flores'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S5RdDvTO8CI/AAAAAAAABDM/KIbimxTtyjE/s72-c/mi_958549466360745.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-7791318864545663206</id><published>2010-03-01T19:32:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:32:31.393-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Cássia Eller-Segundo Sol</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="265" width="320"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwIrHHfaPPc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SwIrHHfaPPc&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-7791318864545663206?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/7791318864545663206/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/cassia-eller-segundo-sol.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7791318864545663206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/7791318864545663206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/cassia-eller-segundo-sol.html' title='Cássia Eller-Segundo Sol'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063093772126786876.post-5647122014503765104</id><published>2010-03-01T19:31:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T19:36:26.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>To por ai....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S4xAGISxGCI/AAAAAAAABCc/WnmRUawSY4A/s1600-h/let64.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S4xAGISxGCI/AAAAAAAABCc/WnmRUawSY4A/s320/let64.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;E lá se foi..mas um mês...nada tenho a comentar só vi o sol intenso que faz aqui ,uma única vez, para me deixar rosa feito um camarão!! Nada rocker para quem gosta de rock! Mas nem sempre as coisas funcionam, nem sempre somos amados,queridos e desejados. Na maioria das vezes ningúem nos percebe,na maioria das vezes ningúem nos vê como somos de verdade. Estou cansada de ouvir o quanto minha aparência fala por mim, pequena, fadinha do lago mas, extremamente metida. Sou tímida e observadora esfusiante quando me é permitido. Sinto falta do rir e do vir ,das pessoas generosas e não das francas, hoje em dia as pessoas francas são extremamente grossas usam de sua franquesa para matar o próximo..cansei...&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de chuva,da noite e de música alta,gosto de abraços quentes,doces e apertados.&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de me deitar a noite e sonhar que ganhei na mega sena que vou sair por ai fazendo tudo ou simplesmente não fazer mas nada.&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que se é.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Nada. &lt;br /&gt;Não tenho grandes pretensões escrevendo aqui ....&lt;br /&gt;Só quero poder continuar escrevendo.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos&lt;br /&gt;Boa semana.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063093772126786876-5647122014503765104?l=azucrinacao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/feeds/5647122014503765104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-por-ai.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5647122014503765104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063093772126786876/posts/default/5647122014503765104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://azucrinacao.blogspot.com/2010/03/to-por-ai.html' title='To por ai....'/><author><name>Let's</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14710933550329147508</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/TLJJqLAc6KI/AAAAAAAABSM/QY0ykop8nFs/S220/embora.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_y94ZHppYf3M/S4xAGISxGCI/AAAAAAAABCc/WnmRUawSY4A/s72-c/let64.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
