<?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-487355286849311201</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:34.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take me away from here...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>nostalgic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470813786193428046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487355286849311201.post-6341374862163695140</id><published>2008-01-24T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T14:22:12.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5kPclniv7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Thb1fTCeJ_A/s1600-h/22-10-07_2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159171831938334642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5kPclniv7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Thb1fTCeJ_A/s320/22-10-07_2008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porque ... quero!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Quero&lt;/span&gt; visões,encontros,situações,esperanças,desencontros,desilusões,sonhos e corações... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vidas cruzadas...&lt;/strong&gt;no tempo paradas,no amor desesperadas,no passado entrelançadas,no presente abraçadas! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lágrimas&lt;/strong&gt;...tristes por existirem,vazias por dentro,doridas,sofredoras,originadas por um silencio mudo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Loucura&lt;/strong&gt;...originada no amor,desfeita no calor de corpos abraçados,de beijos consumidos,de desejos possuídos, por quem ama,por quem vê,por quem sabe o presente,por quem questiona o porque do futuro! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Raiva&lt;/strong&gt;...de quem somos,do que podíamos ser ou ter,do que podíamos sonhar...Desfeitos de corpo e alma,sem ninguém,sem nada a lamentar,chorando pelos cantos,vivendo perdida de encantos,perdendo fé no amor,tremendo com terror,medo em vida,quietude em morte,esperando talvez ter melhor sorte,noutra vida,noutro corpo,noutra visão,noutra alma,noutra solução,noutro amor,numa outra situação,num outro sabor,num outro vento!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Visões&lt;/strong&gt;...do amor,do calor,do sentido,do desejar,do que se quer conquistar,do que se quer alcançar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gritos&lt;/strong&gt;...gritos de terror,poemas de amor,olhos de dor,coração sem furor...quero gritar,quero destruir,quero possuir forca e alma,corpo e situação,ter fé numa solução,ter coragem para andar,ter atitude para amar! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero ser&lt;/strong&gt; merecedora,quero ser momento de alegria,quero ser amor,quero ser motivo de orgulho,não de choro e dor,não de tormento e desamparo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero viver&lt;/strong&gt;,quero morrer,quero chorar,quero voar,quero ser capaz de gritar,quero poder rir,quero poder andar,quero poder dominar,quero poder acabar.De amar,de viver,de sorrir, de chorar,de fugir,de sonhar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;"&gt;Porque quero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/487355286849311201-6341374862163695140?l=nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/feeds/6341374862163695140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=487355286849311201&amp;postID=6341374862163695140' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/6341374862163695140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/6341374862163695140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/2008/01/eu-quero.html' title='Eu quero'/><author><name>nostalgic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470813786193428046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5kPclniv7I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Thb1fTCeJ_A/s72-c/22-10-07_2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487355286849311201.post-3931649742264136843</id><published>2008-01-22T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T15:09:20.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Morrer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5Z2JdyvaTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NVPLFwG9bZo/s1600-h/aad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158440328187832626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5Z2JdyvaTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NVPLFwG9bZo/s320/aad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Já me encontro no terceiro cigarro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;quero morrer-me&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas não me quero matar, quero adormecer e já não acordar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero olhar para aquelas pessoas que não existem mas que as vejo todos os dias e fechar os olhos, tornar-me uma delas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não tenho culpa de ser assim. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sou fracafracafraca&lt;/span&gt;.....&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FRACA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não me importo de o ser. Não quero saber. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos cafés, os conselhos, as conversas e opinioes que todos me admiram pela força. Tenho medo de ficar sozinha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sou humana&lt;/strong&gt;!!!Tenho medo: do escuro, da solidão, de mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Durmo com uma vela acesa e de olhos semi-cerrados. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo de os abrir e de os fechar mas deixo a luz acesa, para as pessoas para quem não quero olhar, me vejam a dormir e não me façam mal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo delas mas tenho mais medo de ter medo delas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por isso &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cccccc;"&gt;tenho medo de estar sozinha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, porque nunca estive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenho medo de mim porque o escuro, a solidão e eu mesma, sou o medo de mim. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Humano normal reponde: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;medo da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu digo: &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;medo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Medo da morte? De morrer em agonia...? porque se se vive em agonia, por não se saber o que está do outro lado, depois de se fechar os olhos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Isso é o que menos quero saber, melhor, é que mais queria saber e o que mais gostava é que não houvesse nada lá. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Porquê?&lt;/strong&gt;porque já conheço a vida e não gosto dela, nem de mim nela, nem do que ela contem, nem do que ela promete, nem o que nela queremos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quero o nada mais que a morte, quero o nada depois da morte... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Cinzeiro cheio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/487355286849311201-3931649742264136843?l=nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/feeds/3931649742264136843/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=487355286849311201&amp;postID=3931649742264136843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/3931649742264136843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/3931649742264136843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/2008/01/morrer.html' title='Morrer.'/><author><name>nostalgic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470813786193428046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5Z2JdyvaTI/AAAAAAAAAAU/NVPLFwG9bZo/s72-c/aad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-487355286849311201.post-6589028451054456164</id><published>2008-01-21T14:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T14:52:20.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loucura ou maldição</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5UiA9yvaSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lYKsxTM2xnw/s1600-h/2774530-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158066348205500706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5UiA9yvaSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lYKsxTM2xnw/s320/2774530-lg.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tento-me esconder...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas tu não deixas!Que és tu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;És pura loucura ou maldição?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se fores loucura deixo-te descobrir-me,deixo-te explorar-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se fores maldição vou-me esconder para sempre,vou ficar morta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ontem,senti-te a chegar!Eu não te quis deixar entrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinhas a chave daqui de dentro mas atiraste-a para o infinito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tinhas o poder do sentimento mas perdeste-o...moravas dentro de mim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Porque queres entrar outra vez?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu deixei-te partir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Vai de vez...deixa-me respirar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, porque estás-me a sufocar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estás-me a enervar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto o cérebro a descolar e o meu coração já la vai a frente a correr...está a fugir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Está-me tudo a fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que faço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deixo-te entrar ou apago-te?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta-me tudo a fugir,até a visão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não te quero ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cala-te...não te quero ouvir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estás-me a fazer confusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas continuo sem saber: &lt;strong&gt;és pura loucura ou maldição?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/487355286849311201-6589028451054456164?l=nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/feeds/6589028451054456164/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=487355286849311201&amp;postID=6589028451054456164' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/6589028451054456164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/487355286849311201/posts/default/6589028451054456164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nostalgic-nostalgic.blogspot.com/2008/01/loucura-ou-maldio.html' title='Loucura ou maldição'/><author><name>nostalgic</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03470813786193428046</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_dq3tsO8smQs/R5UiA9yvaSI/AAAAAAAAAAM/lYKsxTM2xnw/s72-c/2774530-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
