<?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-488064448155131756</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:45:11.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a sea, In a lake, In a river, In a teardrop.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-1469436650568597002</id><published>2012-02-14T09:12:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T09:21:04.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Between Ways...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu finalmente abri os olhos para o mundo , mas ele insiste em me jogar para fora da realidade, me fazer acreditar em coisas impossíveis, Eu me julgava tão esperta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu simplesmente gostaria de deixar as coisas acontecerem, mas isto não funciona comigo por alguma razão. Eu corro tanto para que tudo dê certo , só uma vez eu gostaria de me deixar levar, mas isso só acontece em sonhos, certo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu só tive um sonho em toda essa vida, até este a realidade me tomou e bruscamente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que devo construir?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ferro já não é mais suficiente, tão pouco as aparências que eu insisto em não viver.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Queria poder ter aquele sonho e aquele lugar onde eu repousava as minhas noites e esperanças, isso é possível?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu não tenho mais o meu mundo, nem posso mais acampar no seu , onde você não mais repousa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu gostaria de recostar sobre a grama, olhar para o alto e encontrar o sol num sorriso, nossa casa em um aperto de mãos, nosso caminho em um olhar, meu mundo em você.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-1469436650568597002?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1469436650568597002/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=1469436650568597002' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1469436650568597002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1469436650568597002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/between-ways.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-4675529279399522794</id><published>2012-02-14T09:03:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T09:12:03.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha mente trabalha de uma foma estranha, eu navego sobre gigantescos tsunamis de problemas todos os dias, mergulho em dolorosas e gélidas lembranças e mesmo assim não consigo alcançar o ápice de toda essa loucura.&lt;div&gt;Eu culpo o tempo que está nos guardando para algo muito maior.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Meu coração é como um estranho para mim agora, eu não o conheço. Os sentimentos como a paixão, são como um novo atrativo, mas o tempo a corrói também.  Tudo me parece estranho até agora, 'not too simple'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O instinto é tão perturbador quando percebemos que somos aparentemente tomados por ele.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Abraça-te as possibilidades, por que o destino é um velho preguiçoso e solitário,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;'Emotional Sickness'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-4675529279399522794?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4675529279399522794/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=4675529279399522794' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/4675529279399522794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/4675529279399522794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2012/02/minha-mente-trabalha-de-uma-foma.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-2106233535663130304</id><published>2011-05-11T08:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-11T08:35:48.989-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMN-ZQzU9UY/TcqsH8PDUZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6IdYZR9FY44/s1600/tempo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 388px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMN-ZQzU9UY/TcqsH8PDUZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6IdYZR9FY44/s400/tempo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605481938644324754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito poder dizer que sou perfeita; &lt;div&gt;Que minha ações e atitudes são minuciosas e tranquilas; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que eu não sou impulsiva, mimada ou chata a maioria do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas, não posso, eu sou humana, tenho falhas, tenho reclamações, tenho um buraco dentro de mim, e é exatamente isso que é belo em mim.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;É exatamente isso que eu procuro, preencher esse vazio com tudo e todos. Com meus amigos, com amor, com paciência, com plenitude. Não é fácil.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu também queria poder dizer que meus amigos não erram comigo, ou eu não erro com eles, queria poder gritar que tudo na minha vida é só felicidade, mas ainda não posso, o buraco nunca é preenchido completamente, sempre vai haver algum lugarzinho vazio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E esse lugarzinho vazio vai dar vazão aos dias em que eu acordo imaginando um mundo egoísta, mas esse mesmo mundo não se apaixona, esse mesmo mundo não tem sonhos, ele não é nada comparado a nossa magnitude, ele não é nada comparado a o que podemos fazer para tornar a vida de alguém quase perfeita, ou feita de momentos perfeitos que vão durar o resto das nossas vidas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eu também queria saber por qual porta você entrou? Qual janela você pulou? Qual atalho você tomou pra chegar tão perto do meu coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resposta: O tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amigos, família, todos eles tomaram o caminho do tempo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tão velho, tão sábio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ele quebra barreiras, destrói e constrói com a mesma facilidade e intensidade.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas ela não tem sorte, porque pra ele tudo passa, nada se fica. Mas para nós não, temos mais que o tempo poderia querer e desperdiçamos em poucas brigas, muitos arrependimentos e nenhum amor, então vamos nos querer enquanto  ainda houver tempo de querer,  e deixar o tempo ser mais um passageiro da nossa locomotiva chamada vida.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-2106233535663130304?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2106233535663130304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=2106233535663130304' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2106233535663130304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2106233535663130304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2011/05/eu-queria-muito-poder-dizer-que-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HMN-ZQzU9UY/TcqsH8PDUZI/AAAAAAAAAUE/6IdYZR9FY44/s72-c/tempo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-5769928378133169145</id><published>2011-04-13T17:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T18:17:59.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwhZ6qeFUXc/TaZLCeKKtVI/AAAAAAAAATU/JfAe7PR4oiQ/s1600/screams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwhZ6qeFUXc/TaZLCeKKtVI/AAAAAAAAATU/JfAe7PR4oiQ/s400/screams.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595242092881950034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu poderia sair por aí e gritar ao mar que o mundo é meu;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de correr pelo mundo e pisar no mar, no mar dos meus pensamentos e esquecer que eu ainda sinto tudo isso;&lt;br /&gt;Gritar, pisar, correr, sentir, nada disso tem muita impotância na vida quando não podemos modifi-lá;&lt;br /&gt;E podemos?&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostaria de poder abrir  portas e poder fecha-lás da mesma maneira, mas sempre ficam os  vestígios, as cores, os sentidos ou até mesmo as portas;&lt;br /&gt;Porém minhas palavras não teriam tanto sentido se não as tivesse comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Então continuarei abrindo tudo que me vier e me convém, continuarei abrindo, fechando, vivendo, sentindo até que os dias que escorrem por todo meu corpo acabem like the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-5769928378133169145?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5769928378133169145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=5769928378133169145' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5769928378133169145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5769928378133169145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-poderia-sair-por-ai-e-gritar-ao-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-zwhZ6qeFUXc/TaZLCeKKtVI/AAAAAAAAATU/JfAe7PR4oiQ/s72-c/screams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-6293997472795583627</id><published>2011-01-13T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T09:10:49.982-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu já não sinto mais, mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Já não quero ter nenhum sinal de vida existente aqui dentro.&lt;br /&gt;Eu já não exijo mais nada, nada além do que eu posso exigir de um dia de trabalho,&lt;br /&gt;E eu gosto de manter tudo ocupado,assim não sobra espaço para o que não é devido.&lt;br /&gt;E eu posso dizer com toda certeza que o eu expulso é tão bom,tão bom quanto eu posso imaginar,&lt;br /&gt;Mas continua destruindo a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Existe essa possibilidade de ir tão mal ao ponto de se sair muito bem?&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-6293997472795583627?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6293997472795583627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=6293997472795583627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6293997472795583627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6293997472795583627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2011/01/eu-ja-nao-sinto-mais-mais-nada-ja-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-1822004609740802311</id><published>2010-10-19T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T19:23:21.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'preciso</title><content type='html'>20 minutos,&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso daqueles 20 minutos.&lt;br /&gt;Mais que isso, preciso de você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia,&lt;br /&gt;Eu preciso de você neste dia,&lt;br /&gt;mais que isso, você é meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;eu preciso do teu amor,&lt;br /&gt;mais que isso, você é meu amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-1822004609740802311?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1822004609740802311/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=1822004609740802311' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1822004609740802311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1822004609740802311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/preciso.html' title='&apos;preciso'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8775366272189958739</id><published>2010-10-19T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T18:37:14.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Falta</title><content type='html'>Eu sinto falta de sentir tua falta,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta dos momento é claro, mais acima de tudo de você que proporcionava os momentos mais felizes que eu já tive.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sinto falta não do dia em que passavamos juntos, e sim do que juntos faziamos no dia.&lt;br /&gt;Porque o dia só é dia com você, e só há escuridão por enquanto.&lt;br /&gt;Levantar todos os dias com tua voz é o meu dia,&lt;br /&gt;Levantar todos os dias com teu sorriso é o meu dia,&lt;br /&gt; Levantar todos os dias com um 'eu te amo' seu é  mais que meu dia, é  minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estaria mentindo descaradamente dizendo eu não sofri, que eu não menti, que eu não chorei, que eu não sorri, que eu não deixei de fazer, e que eu fiz sem querer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu sou humana, e tenho tudo isso dentro de mim, certo que a mais que qualquer outra pessoa, mais ainda sim tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu podesse acordar com uma pessoa pela eternidade  ao lado, certamente que seria você.&lt;br /&gt;Indiscutivel isso.&lt;br /&gt;Inegável isso.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que eu fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o que você fez,&lt;br /&gt;Nós fizemos juntos e fizemos separados também.&lt;br /&gt;Chorei sem você ,&lt;br /&gt;Chorei com você.&lt;br /&gt;Você fez o mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não posso sentir sem você. Álias eu posso e não gosto do gosto que tem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tu dizias que eu era tua, e você era meu, não precisaria de mais nada pra continuar te amando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto tua falta mais que sinto falta de quem eu era antes de você. Alias, não existia nada mais lindo do que eu era quando estava com você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-8775366272189958739?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8775366272189958739/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8775366272189958739' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8775366272189958739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8775366272189958739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/10/falta.html' title='Falta'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-9147927513612504595</id><published>2010-08-20T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T11:03:44.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me sentir assim. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu tento todos os dias pôr um sorriso em meu rosto e dizer a mim mesma que estou bem.&lt;br /&gt;Eu caminho todos os dias pela molhada grama ensolarada e tento não pensar em mim mesma e em você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu corro todos os dias,  mais me parece que disto eu não preciso também.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso brilhar para ser o que eu sou, preciso?&lt;br /&gt;Eu não preciso sentir para me tornar humana, preciso?&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece bem isso.&lt;br /&gt;Não me parece real,&lt;br /&gt;o fim nunca é.&lt;br /&gt;Mais eu não quero recomeçar, eu não quero fingir que posso.&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu me limitei a isto, me limitei aos teus encantos, e me limitei a tua vida.&lt;br /&gt;Isso não parece bem o 'certo', mais ninguem sabe ao certo o que é .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só sei de uma coisa, que eu não sei viver, viver sem você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limite minhas palavras também, eu imploro, limite meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Porque me parece que nem a fé, nem a sabedoria estão me dando muito o que pensar ou fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia eu parar um momento.&lt;br /&gt;poderia sim.&lt;br /&gt;Poderia parar a minha vida pela sua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-9147927513612504595?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/9147927513612504595/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=9147927513612504595' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/9147927513612504595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/9147927513612504595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/08/me-sentir-assim.html' title='Me sentir assim. . .'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8000754303902747144</id><published>2010-04-25T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:59:56.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Eu não brilho se você não brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve o sol, se vc não está lá pra me dizer o quanto se parece com ele,&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve a luz, se a única que eu conheci se apagou tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve meus olhos se não podem te ver e dizer que preciso deles apenas pra te enxergar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vivo se você não viver.&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve o sorriso se eu não posso usa-lo a cada vez que você me diz que eu brilho como a luz do luar&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve a voz, se eu não posso bocejar ao teu lado e dizer o quanto meu dia foi feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não esqueço, se você não esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;de que um dia eu estive mais em você de que em qualquer outra pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;de que me serve um bom dia se eu não posso dedicar as horas do mesmo ao lado teu  observando o teu ser.&lt;br /&gt;Antes que você vá, me olhe por cima do manto estrelado que são teus olhos e me diga que sente minha falta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-8000754303902747144?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8000754303902747144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8000754303902747144' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8000754303902747144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8000754303902747144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/eu-nao-brilho-se-voce-nao-brilhar-de.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-2410028448422812193</id><published>2010-04-15T04:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T04:26:34.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noite,'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S8b33vkUsJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0Qe5viEoBXk/s1600/praia4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S8b33vkUsJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0Qe5viEoBXk/s400/praia4.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460324135266988178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sabe aquela noite?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela em que nossos corações conheceram a magia.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela noite?&lt;br /&gt;Eu me senti fora da terra,&lt;br /&gt;Você me levou a outro lugar.&lt;br /&gt;'Era uma noite dessas, e  eu pensando porque fui te encontrar' *&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela noite?&lt;br /&gt;Acho que foi a noite mais perfeita da minha vida,&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei,&lt;br /&gt;eu não sei o impacto que ela causou em você,&lt;br /&gt;já que eu não perguntei.&lt;br /&gt;Mais aquela noite valeu pela minha vida inteira.&lt;br /&gt;Se lembrar dela cada vez que for viver, ou tentar dizer que vivo, eu acreditarei fervorosamente nisso.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe aquela noite?&lt;br /&gt;Aquela que eu nunca mais vou esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Porque pode me acontecer de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;mais,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ter uma noite para lembrar de como você me fez perfeita ali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sim com tantas palavras não consigo descrever o que aquela noite&lt;br /&gt;significou para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo&lt;br /&gt;VIVER SEM VOCÊ EM MINHAS NOITES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-2410028448422812193?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2410028448422812193/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=2410028448422812193' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2410028448422812193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2410028448422812193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/04/noite.html' title='Noite,&apos;'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S8b33vkUsJI/AAAAAAAAAPE/0Qe5viEoBXk/s72-c/praia4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-3457262592914953300</id><published>2010-03-22T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T10:43:21.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S6eq2RABRXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u2EiZFror0Y/s1600-h/imagem0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 258px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S6eq2RABRXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u2EiZFror0Y/s400/imagem0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451513723208418674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu quero me perder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;, me perder no meio do infinito,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porque, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porque neste momento eu não consigo me achar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;eu não consigo achar meu lugar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;nem meu mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;muito menos meus prazeres.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu quero me perder no mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;que é tão infinito quanto o meu pesar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu quero me perder na minha existência,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;cuja mais complexa de todas, idealiza minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu não quero me perder em meio a paixões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porque eu tenho convicção de que no final,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;esta éa única coisa da qual me arrependerei;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu quero perder a razão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;e não ter razão nenhuma de viver,blo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porém, infelizmente eu ainda a tenho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu quero mergulhar nos sonhos, e trazer a minha criança a tona,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porque ela me faz feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Eu queria poder não agredecer a nada, nem ninguém, mais ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;é impossível,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;porque felizmente as pessoas deixam meu dia, dia de cada dia, mais eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;E eu queria mais posso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;E eu posso, mais não queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Obrigada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-3457262592914953300?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3457262592914953300/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=3457262592914953300' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3457262592914953300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3457262592914953300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/03/eu-quero-me-perder-me-perder-no-meio-do.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/S6eq2RABRXI/AAAAAAAAAO8/u2EiZFror0Y/s72-c/imagem0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-506363308691263757</id><published>2010-01-21T16:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T16:33:28.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Pô,&lt;br /&gt;eu realmente não pude me segurar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria muito escrever algo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse que eu não sentia nada,&lt;br /&gt;eu menti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu disse como não sou,&lt;br /&gt;eu menti.&lt;br /&gt;Eu menti em dizer que, não.&lt;br /&gt;E se fosse me dizer algo, que não seja a tarde nem a noite e sim agora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou mais sentimental que você.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu hesitei,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu quis me manter,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei&lt;br /&gt;E eu não sei.&lt;br /&gt;Porque do teu lado,&lt;br /&gt;eu não consigo pensar em mais nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu,&lt;br /&gt;As nuvens,&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso realmente importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-506363308691263757?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/506363308691263757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=506363308691263757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/506363308691263757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/506363308691263757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2010/01/po-eu-realmente-nao-pude-me-segurar.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-5029507188832280203</id><published>2009-11-10T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T16:38:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Interesse,&lt;br /&gt;É o mais forte e conflituoso objetivo humano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ele é dividido em :&lt;br /&gt;-Comportamentais&lt;br /&gt;-Emocionais&lt;br /&gt;-Materiais&lt;br /&gt;-Intencionais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos viver sem algum interesse, como também não podemos controla-lós tão facilmente.&lt;br /&gt;Porque ele está de certa forma envolvido rispidamente com nossa impulsividade animalesca.&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos simplesmente ignora-lós, pois eles voltam mais fortes e agora impulsinados pela raiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podemos ter uma certa carga de bons interesses, a ser usados para pessoal, social.&lt;br /&gt;Eu esclareço que os meus bons interesses foram enterrados, mais de uma certa maneira já mencionada, eles gritam dentro de você, exigindo espaço.&lt;br /&gt;Nada fica em silêncio por muito tempo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-5029507188832280203?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5029507188832280203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=5029507188832280203' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5029507188832280203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5029507188832280203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/11/interesse-e-o-mais-forte-e-conflituoso.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8904508107619500162</id><published>2009-09-20T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:15:55.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;01/09/09&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bem ao lado,&lt;br /&gt;Curvando lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;balbuciando ociosamente,&lt;br /&gt;esperando felizmente,&lt;br /&gt;colorindo artificialmente,&lt;br /&gt;despejando aleartoriamente,&lt;br /&gt;pra que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acaba rapidamente,&lt;br /&gt;permanece eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;presencia o nada da vida,&lt;br /&gt;pra que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes que eu esqueça da vida,&lt;br /&gt;ou ela esqueça de mim,&lt;br /&gt;sendo assim,&lt;br /&gt;pra que?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-8904508107619500162?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8904508107619500162/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8904508107619500162' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8904508107619500162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8904508107619500162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/010909-bem-ao-lado-curvando-lentamente.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-1802018380595508621</id><published>2009-09-20T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:01:12.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;31/08/09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espelhada especialmente em toda chuva,&lt;br /&gt;Caindo ao meu redor.&lt;br /&gt;Provocando uma incrível sensação do desconforto&lt;br /&gt;e a minha paciência se esvai completamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me sinto estranha, ao lugar, deslocada&lt;br /&gt;a minha fala.&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente gostaria da luz do dia, pousando&lt;br /&gt;sobre meu rosto.&lt;br /&gt;Essa incrivel sensação de conforto, de amabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era justamente como deveria ser, se eu não me preocupasse&lt;br /&gt;tanto com o bem estar da minha pele queimando durante todo esse processo.&lt;br /&gt;toda essa luminosidade sobre mim, também não me parece uma boa idéia afinal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É confuso querer, não querendo.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir, não sentindo.&lt;br /&gt;Sem estímulos,&lt;br /&gt;completamente sem estímulos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh doce e amarga luz,&lt;br /&gt;Oh doce e amarga luz,&lt;br /&gt;Guia minha percepção, mesmo não acreditando que isso será possível no momento.&lt;br /&gt;Oh doce e amarga luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-1802018380595508621?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/1802018380595508621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=1802018380595508621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1802018380595508621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/1802018380595508621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/09/310809-espelhada-especialmente-em-toda.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-3635838771065828344</id><published>2009-07-31T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T19:16:49.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estranho seria se eu não me apaixonasse por você,&lt;br /&gt;Estranho é gostar tanto do seu AllStar,&lt;br /&gt;Seu AllStar combina com o meu,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há nada mais bonito que o seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Vamos passear de mãos dadas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se por acaso chover,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero ver seu cabelo molhado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frases de Músicas : Nando Reis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-3635838771065828344?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3635838771065828344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=3635838771065828344' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3635838771065828344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3635838771065828344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/estranho-seria-se-eu-nao-me-apaixonasse.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-6302908197692820587</id><published>2009-07-28T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T21:02:32.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SnJsyJWDGmI/AAAAAAAAALw/A2_kyfS6GYM/s1600-h/Atashi3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SnJsyJWDGmI/AAAAAAAAALw/A2_kyfS6GYM/s400/Atashi3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5364469714909338210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Hoje mais uma vez, eo saio em busca daquele que é só meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Alguém que me ame, porque eu sou eu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu não posso realizar todos os sonhos dele,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;mais ele ainda vai me amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Mais, será que tal pessoa existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu adoraria que ele estivesse aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Será que ele vai mesmo se apaixonar por mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Será que ele não vai querer mais nada de mim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Se ele não puder me amar por eu ser eu mesma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;então ele não é o meu único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);font-size:100%;" &gt;Chobits.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-6302908197692820587?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6302908197692820587/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=6302908197692820587' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6302908197692820587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6302908197692820587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/07/hoje-mais-uma-vez-eo-saio-em-busca.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SnJsyJWDGmI/AAAAAAAAALw/A2_kyfS6GYM/s72-c/Atashi3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-2810937890122929913</id><published>2009-06-21T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:37:58.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Um bom tempo que eu não paro,&lt;br /&gt;na verdade, isso só acontecia ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;o tempo parava. do mar, nenhum ruido se ouvia,&lt;br /&gt;só se ouvia a tua voz,&lt;br /&gt;só se sentia a tua presença,&lt;br /&gt;só se via meus atentos olhares,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um bom tempo que eu não paro,&lt;br /&gt;pra te escutar,&lt;br /&gt;pra te falar,&lt;br /&gt;pra desejar que pudessemos voltar a ter esse tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-2810937890122929913?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2810937890122929913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=2810937890122929913' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2810937890122929913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2810937890122929913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/um-bom-tempo-que-eu-nao-paro-na-verdade.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8251621278552216563</id><published>2009-06-21T19:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T19:24:34.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;~Eu não posso deixar você passar por mim,&lt;br /&gt;~ Não posso deixar todas estas lembranças queimando dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;~Não posso deixar simplesmente ir, antes de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;~Não posso deixar você me surpreender sempre com um "Oi" , mesmo não sabendo se será o utlimo dos primeiros da nossa sincera amizade,&lt;br /&gt;~Não posso deixar de te olhar assim,&lt;br /&gt;~Não consigo afastar o meu destino do seu,&lt;br /&gt;~A minha criança anseia a sua,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Como diz um amigo : "Isso é o inimigo"&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Inimigo terreno,&lt;br /&gt;ele : Conhecido como capeta,&lt;br /&gt;Eu : Conhecido como saudades,&lt;br /&gt;Ele : de quem?&lt;br /&gt;Eu, não necessariamente de alguém, mais especificamente de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;o resto não sendo desnecessário, mais particular. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-8251621278552216563?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8251621278552216563/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8251621278552216563' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8251621278552216563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8251621278552216563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/eu-nao-posso-deixar-voce-passar-por-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-3128915520049073868</id><published>2009-06-19T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T15:07:40.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwMJTGlm4I/AAAAAAAAALA/t197dY9beLQ/s1600-h/chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwMJTGlm4I/AAAAAAAAALA/t197dY9beLQ/s400/chuva.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349163811295566722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Sobre as coisas que eu nunca te disse,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre  o sentimento que eu nunca expressei,&lt;br /&gt;vão -se diversos arrependimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o sol que caía fortemente em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as tuas palavras que me devastaram completamente,&lt;br /&gt;Sobre o último abraço que tu me destes,&lt;br /&gt;apenas ficaram as lembranças de um dia negro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que mais eu devo fazer pra te esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;é me dizeres que também me esqueceu,&lt;br /&gt;sobre o amor que você deixou adormecer até morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-3128915520049073868?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3128915520049073868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=3128915520049073868' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3128915520049073868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3128915520049073868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2009/06/sobre-as-coisas-que-eu-nunca-te-disse.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwMJTGlm4I/AAAAAAAAALA/t197dY9beLQ/s72-c/chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-6903130100238302366</id><published>2009-06-13T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:20:43.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Evitando de todas as maneiras a chuva, és que me surge você,&lt;br /&gt;Sua plenitude sobre a minha imagem é devastadora,&lt;br /&gt;Eu me surpreendo, e me pego pensando em você,&lt;br /&gt;O que vc estaria pensando ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre pode-se encontrar-lo em meus pensamentos,&lt;br /&gt;mais sempre posso encontra-lo em meio a chuva,&lt;br /&gt;sempre posso encontra-lo quando mais preciso vê-lo,&lt;br /&gt;sempre posso encontrar sua imagem sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo não sendo para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então solitariamente me entorpeço de você,&lt;br /&gt;e a  minha noite se tranforma em algum tipo&lt;br /&gt;de nostalgia planejada.&lt;br /&gt;uma felicidade combinada, entre o teu sorriso e eu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-6903130100238302366?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-4246397664480561027</id><published>2009-06-10T17:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:57:54.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Maleável"&lt;br /&gt;Passei minha vida encontrando meios, assim cometendo grandes erros e me aproximando da solidão, derramando lágrimas sem consolação.&lt;br /&gt;Esperei minha vida toda por um começo, mais so me apareceram fins. Vivendo de sombras, abusando de meus sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Desfrutando do sol que ainda me resta, apagando cada parte do meu coração, me desfazendo das flores e deixando a tarde ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-4246397664480561027?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4246397664480561027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=4246397664480561027' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/4246397664480561027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwIM6ZEliI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X5UTvrgk20A/s1600-h/abf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 130px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwIM6ZEliI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X5UTvrgk20A/s200/abf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349159475335173666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquela pessoa que você nunca imaginaria é aquela que mais te faz feliz, então quando você acha-lá dê valor  a isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Não acho que devemos passar o para sempre de nossas vidas tentando encontrar o principe encantado,&lt;br /&gt;mais aproveitar o nosso para sempre com quem te faz feliz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu acho que eu desperdicei o meu feliz para sempre, então a unica que me resta fazer é viver o para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Sempre buscamos compreensão, mais o verdadeiro entender da vida, é compreender a si mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;estamos sempre buscando compreesão alheia, mais ai está o erro, quando ela não vem de nos, não vem de mais ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas são diferentes, por isso não compreendem umas as outras.&lt;br /&gt;Nada poderia ser tão perfeito assim, mais no meio de tanta diferença acaba se encontrando o esperado, sem expressão semelhante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Procuramos também uma felicidade eterna, estando feliz com a pessoa que você é, se está feliz.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade ela é instável, incrível, retornável, renovável.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é tão eterna quanto nós, nos pensamentos, sentimentos alheios.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O tempo passa, ele leva, juventude, alegrias,tristezas, ele leva momentos,&lt;br /&gt;mais ele nós dá a dádiva da lembrança, podemos voltar ao tempo quando quisermos, quem precisa de uma máquina,&lt;br /&gt;quando temos isso a nosso favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-A vida não é simples, mais também não é complicada, ela é como o mar, ela vai e vem, basta tomar cuidado com as tempestades instáveis,&lt;br /&gt;mais ela pode ser : linda, inesquecivel, iluminada, furiosa, renovável.&lt;br /&gt;Podemos fazer dela o que quisermos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-O amor, acredito que exista, pode sim ser a primeira vista.&lt;br /&gt;Quando se olha no universo ocular de outra pessoa, você pode senti-lá, pode ver o seu coração pulsando, batendo mais forte,&lt;br /&gt;pode ver a luz dos seus olhos iluminarem a sua estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isso, só temos um meio de aproveitar tudo isso, vivendo, renovando-se, tentando, caindo, amando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-5102287871282161130?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5102287871282161130/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/SjwIM6ZEliI/AAAAAAAAAKo/X5UTvrgk20A/s72-c/abf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-397121058086783732</id><published>2009-06-06T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T12:37:05.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>porque quando vc sente algo verdadeiro vc se fode.&lt;br /&gt;mais quando é superfecial vc se dá super bem.&lt;br /&gt;então, defini-se que a mentira ea falsidade éa base para o seu sucesso sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;caralho, (Y)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-397121058086783732?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/397121058086783732/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-4955461718849304293</id><published>2008-07-26T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T13:10:22.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;            Poesia entalhada na carne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dentre os versos que te entreguei.&lt;br /&gt;-Dentre as noites que sacrifiquei .&lt;br /&gt;Em nome da poesia que voce significava pro meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-4955461718849304293?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-7355687399750090215</id><published>2008-06-23T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T21:18:23.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;- Close to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veslumbre minhas perfeitas imperfeições ao&lt;br /&gt;doce ruido do vento la fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça desta noite o erro&lt;br /&gt;mais coerente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua presença me ilumina,&lt;br /&gt;e tua falta me faz lembrar&lt;br /&gt;da figura do momento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas amplie minha visão,&lt;br /&gt;e que o amadurecimento&lt;br /&gt;dela permança pra sempre&lt;br /&gt;em mim, como o dos nossos corpos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-7355687399750090215?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7355687399750090215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=7355687399750090215' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/7355687399750090215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/7355687399750090215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2008/06/close-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-5993032408663399577</id><published>2008-05-27T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:13:10.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;          Teddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surpresa!&lt;br /&gt;Qual a variação da sua conquista?&lt;br /&gt;Amigo, o que pretendes em volta?&lt;br /&gt;A lista debilitada .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podeis estar tão a salvo quanto a mim,&lt;br /&gt;Concordando com o que imponho  a ti,&lt;br /&gt;Tão perdido quanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-5993032408663399577?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/5993032408663399577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=5993032408663399577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5993032408663399577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/5993032408663399577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/teddy.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-7677874666797305437</id><published>2008-05-26T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:14:13.078-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Quem acha que és?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como acha que me sinto quando pre suponhe uma coisa irreal?&lt;br /&gt;Como acha que se sente quando não procura me mostrar quem é?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu realmente gosto de como me sinto com o seu eu;&lt;br /&gt;E se voce é um pouco mais do que eu esperasse de uma pessoa,&lt;br /&gt;Com a qual eu não pretendia sentir nada apenas do desprezo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que as pessoas como voce sempre se escondem delas mesmas?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu gosto do seu eu, por que não ha de voce gostar de si mesmo?&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente não sinto pelos outros o que sinto por mim mesma;&lt;br /&gt;Por que não se comporta com tuas  intuições, Like Me. Or Not.&lt;br /&gt;Voce pode ser quem quiser, ate mesmo o homem com sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu realmente sentiria. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-7677874666797305437?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/7677874666797305437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=7677874666797305437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/7677874666797305437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/7677874666797305437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2008/05/quem-realmente-acha-que-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8453202774742838340</id><published>2008-03-17T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T17:03:02.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;               10/05/07&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh amor, responda minhas espectativas,&lt;br /&gt;Oh prazer, leve embora minhas ambições,&lt;br /&gt;Oh saudade, leve a minha aurora e traga&lt;br /&gt;o anoitecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dor, que adora minha compania,&lt;br /&gt;deseja-me tanto assim?&lt;br /&gt;Oh felicidade, anseio te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;e buscar tua simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh arrogancia, prive o mundo&lt;br /&gt;de sua graça, trazendo felicidade&lt;br /&gt;a esta desgraça sucumbida a tal,&lt;br /&gt;Oh morte, da-me o frio de teu coração,&lt;br /&gt;ilumina a minha razão, satisfazendo&lt;br /&gt;minha obsessão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-8453202774742838340?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8453202774742838340/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8453202774742838340' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8453202774742838340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8453202774742838340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2008/03/100507-oh-amo-responda-minhas.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-934592001959264101</id><published>2007-11-05T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:49.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/Ry-bWy1btPI/AAAAAAAAADU/OaiwnKgns7s/s1600-h/jack+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/Ry-bWy1btPI/AAAAAAAAADU/OaiwnKgns7s/s320/jack+012.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5129489316503598322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P./OR/ R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;a dualidade dos meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;tortura  a minha mente e desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as melhores coisas da vida,&lt;br /&gt;estão relacionadas com&lt;br /&gt;a indecisão da minha&lt;br /&gt;banalidade sentimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pra ser sincera nos&lt;br /&gt;dois temos os mesmo defeitos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que espero de voce&lt;br /&gt;é o que&lt;br /&gt;esperava de mim mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não me iludes sem razão&lt;br /&gt;esta certeza eu tenho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-934592001959264101?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/934592001959264101/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=934592001959264101' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/934592001959264101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/934592001959264101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/11/p.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/Ry-bWy1btPI/AAAAAAAAADU/OaiwnKgns7s/s72-c/jack+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-6290231138714271126</id><published>2007-10-27T04:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:49.143-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RyMpPC1btOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wauMEC_mTDM/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RyMpPC1btOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wauMEC_mTDM/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5125986139313517794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P. I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a descoberta de minha solidão&lt;br /&gt;ainda não existe&lt;br /&gt;o afastamento de minha alma&lt;br /&gt;iplica o coração,&lt;br /&gt;então prefiro deixa_lo&lt;br /&gt;ao partir meu coração&lt;br /&gt;e extinguir tuas emoções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;voce me traz estranhas sensações&lt;br /&gt;fazendo de minha vontade&lt;br /&gt;corrosiva,&lt;br /&gt;e minha saudade impiedosa.&lt;br /&gt;a noite quando lembranças&lt;br /&gt;perseguem meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;a minha unica votande&lt;br /&gt;é você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a manhã quando sinto o gostinho do sol&lt;br /&gt;que é teu sorriso e da brisa&lt;br /&gt;que acalma meu viver e aparta&lt;br /&gt;a morte de mais um&lt;br /&gt;dos  meus dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sabes que o meu brilhar&lt;br /&gt;é teu, você é o templo&lt;br /&gt;do meu amor e a&lt;br /&gt;minha esperança clama&lt;br /&gt;a tua alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-6290231138714271126?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/6290231138714271126/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=6290231138714271126' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6290231138714271126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/6290231138714271126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/p.html' title=''/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RyMpPC1btOI/AAAAAAAAADM/wauMEC_mTDM/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-8703493582867750569</id><published>2007-10-05T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:49.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sexta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RwZFeEp1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZI0jHbinrAY/s1600-h/gothic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5117854409500747330" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RwZFeEp1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZI0jHbinrAY/s320/gothic.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Atire me em um precipicio de dor e solidão, antes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;isso que a angustia de não te ter.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Esfaquei minha solidão com tua &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;ilustre companhia.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;faça me um ser novamente seu....&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/488064448155131756-8703493582867750569?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/8703493582867750569/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=8703493582867750569' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8703493582867750569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/8703493582867750569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/sexta.html' title='sexta'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7C054J4MpyY/RwZFeEp1ZkI/AAAAAAAAAC0/ZI0jHbinrAY/s72-c/gothic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-3419831203292427426</id><published>2007-10-03T17:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:18:09.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarta</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Hoje me afogo em solidão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;todo meu tedioso dia me deprime tanto....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;queria poder não acordar mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;anseio o sabado mais que minha propria vida.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;tento dar razão e vazão a minha existencia mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;" &gt;parece inutil.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&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/488064448155131756-3419831203292427426?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3419831203292427426/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=3419831203292427426' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3419831203292427426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3419831203292427426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/quarta.html' title='Quarta'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-2189700187181953733</id><published>2007-10-03T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:19:28.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvidas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sombras de uma eterna paixão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;me retem em seus braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Costumes de uma nova&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;noção, me convem entre tudo que passou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ventos trazem esperanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;sobre as quais se desgastaram;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Quase tudo sem significado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;avança aos seus olhos, e relembram momentos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;de esquecimento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nem sempre o melhor parece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ser o certo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Nem sempre o amar nos liberta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e a vida nem sempre é a solução&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/488064448155131756-2189700187181953733?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2189700187181953733/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=2189700187181953733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2189700187181953733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2189700187181953733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/dvidas.html' title='Dúvidas'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-3702067150500924577</id><published>2007-10-03T06:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-03T06:38:30.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lagrimas e Flores</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu vejo a saudade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;o que vc vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu vejo a noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;o que voce vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;O vento toca os meus labios,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;o que voce sente??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Eu vejo um lago de fogo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;não esta me escutando?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Todas as grandezas que sonhei foram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;embora com as lagrimas e flores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-3702067150500924577?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/3702067150500924577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=3702067150500924577' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3702067150500924577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/3702067150500924577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/lagrimas-e-flores.html' title='Lagrimas e Flores'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-2119776076475105965</id><published>2007-10-03T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T20:20:17.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>De tudo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do inferno,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;chamas ardentes existem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a ilusão de uma vida....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;ondas de escuridão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que atravessam minha alma....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Da vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;infelicidade eterna,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;que não muda meu sofrimento....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Da morte,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;a saida que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;e consolo que tenho....&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/488064448155131756-2119776076475105965?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/2119776076475105965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=2119776076475105965' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2119776076475105965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/2119776076475105965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/de-tudo.html' title='De tudo'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° ~</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09723956103621054475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cnJOmNStm_I/TaZN3F054VI/AAAAAAAAATk/tLt4vcPtNaw/s220/h%25C3%25A1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-488064448155131756.post-4355143877056310768</id><published>2007-10-02T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T19:28:10.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tão velho...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Agora em que finalmente estou no antro de meus sonhos,percebo que o destino existe e que ele foi feito pra mim,entre os buracos,o tempo de tudo e a folhagem seca, ergueis os olhos e finalmente comtemplais a morte e sua eterna beleza,desfrutai do ar e da terra,um mundo criado pra mim,uma vida destinada,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;uma falta preenchida&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a riquesa de detalhes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;o momento precose das coisas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e a momentaniedade de tudo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/488064448155131756-4355143877056310768?l=deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/feeds/4355143877056310768/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=488064448155131756&amp;postID=4355143877056310768' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/4355143877056310768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/488064448155131756/posts/default/4355143877056310768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadgothicgirl.blogspot.com/2007/10/to-velho.html' title='Tão velho...'/><author><name>°Lost Girl° 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