<?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-6484845</id><updated>2011-12-15T02:48:10.469Z</updated><title type='text'>Palavras mortas</title><subtitle type='html'>Algumas coisas de um passado ja morto</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-5159257405200820502</id><published>2008-08-12T02:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T02:47:38.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Foste… (Pena ainda não seres)Foi a dois dias…Este será o meu último parágrafo?Só e especial para tiÉs e foste o grande amor da minha vidaFoste e ainda podias ser a minha melhor amizadeMas nunca quiseste ver com profundidadeNunca quiseste olhar bem…Nunca te aplicaste na compreensãoNunca te apercebeste que foste o meu sonhoViste como eras a mais importante?Mas não quiseste ver o mais importanteA </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5159257405200820502/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=5159257405200820502' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/5159257405200820502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/5159257405200820502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/08/foste-pena-ainda-no-seres-foi-dois-dias.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-3709761980303018378</id><published>2008-06-27T20:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:27:47.834+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AquiAqui, continuo eu a espera que alguém repare em mimA sentir-me só…Eu que só queria uma companhiaAlguém que me alegra-seAlguém que me fizesse sentir vivo novamenteAlguém que me aceita-se como souAlguém que me vivesseAlguém que me sentisse por aquilo que douQue me olhassem com amorQue procura pela minha companhiaPois seria sempre aquela amigaAquela que me traria alegriaNa sua mais singela </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3709761980303018378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=3709761980303018378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3709761980303018378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3709761980303018378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/aqui-aqui-continuo-eu-espera-que-algum.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-2709792516745803586</id><published>2008-06-11T11:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T11:20:17.909+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ontem, hoje e amanhaO meu amanha está comprometidoSinto-me adormecidoProcuro um sentidoUm caminho para um abrigoO meu ontem foi mauO meu amor foi corrompidoE ali me deixou caídoAli quase como que destruídoO meu hoje esta piorSinto-me vazio e sem amorSem dar dificilmente recebereiSem receber dificilmente dareiPorque terei direito ao amanha?Se o hoje para mim é demaisO amanha torna-se </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2709792516745803586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=2709792516745803586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2709792516745803586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2709792516745803586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/06/ontem-hoje-e-amanha-o-meu-amanha-est.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-1672585651477482606</id><published>2008-05-29T11:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T11:43:29.067+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VazioA vida sem ninguém não faz sentidoCom alguém pouco sentido fazA música ajuda a preencher esse vazioUm vazio que nunca mais será preenchidoFoi o vazio que me deixasteO vazio que me torna vulnerávelUm vazio que me torna fracoNunca fui um deusMas era assim que me fazias sentirNaqueles momentos em que era tudo para tiNaqueles momentos em que ocupavas tudo o que tinhaNesses momentos eu era um </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1672585651477482606/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=1672585651477482606' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/1672585651477482606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/1672585651477482606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/05/vazio-vida-sem-ningum-no-faz-sentido.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-4183118858642349086</id><published>2008-05-15T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:22:19.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O teu silencioEla esta aqui sempre comigo!Esperando um momento fraco…Um momento de coragem…O minuto em que ela sai vitoriosaE a única vitoria é o teu silêncioAquele silêncio que se torna infernalO silencio que destrói a minha almaTalvez ainda me estejas a proteger de algoO sol volta para me aquecerMas o teu silencio…Ele vai me gelando o coraçãoMas aqui estou euNo teu silencioDeixando aquilo tudo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4183118858642349086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=4183118858642349086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/4183118858642349086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/4183118858642349086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-teu-silencio-ela-esta-aqui-sempre.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-2965565845673409473</id><published>2008-05-10T14:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T14:20:37.199+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A ver tudo passarE eu continuo a ver tudo passarPassa tudo a minha frenteE eu não tenho reflexos para agarrar nadaE mesmo se tivesse não teria coragem de ficar com elaO medo de estragar tudo novamenteO medo de voltares atrásO medo de puder não estar láLá quero ficar…Ficar e esperar por tiSei que talvez…Talvez um dia voltes…A esperar por esse dia vou ficarEsse dia é o meu objectivoTu és a minha </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2965565845673409473/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=2965565845673409473' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2965565845673409473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2965565845673409473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/05/ver-tudo-passar-e-eu-continuo-ver-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-2138915596020432861</id><published>2008-05-04T11:38:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-04T11:38:22.824+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só por ser euE no fim nunca tentei ser melhor que alguémSó te queria mostrar como souSó te queria ter a meu ladoPara me fazeres felizPara tentar continuar algoAlgo que só tu me desteFui apenas euEu a pedir interiormente que nada termina-seSó queria ver o teu sorrisoMas só consegui prolongar a tua tristezaA um ritmo alucinante destruí tudoPerdi-te…Perdi tudo…Tudo aquilo que mais amei…Só por ser </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2138915596020432861/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=2138915596020432861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2138915596020432861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/2138915596020432861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-por-ser-eu-e-no-fim-nunca-tentei-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-8619248748932975571</id><published>2008-04-28T19:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T20:08:41.694+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Luta interiorSinto que tenho muito para darMuito mas sem sentido que o justifiqueSentido que se foi contigoTu que me deixas-te nu por dentroSem nada…Foi assim…Assim foi e por minha culpaNão vi que a tua luz por mim se estava a apagarTudo se estava a apagarO nosso tempo estava a passarO elo que nos ligava já há muito se tinha idoEu continuava, naquela esperança…A esperança, que fosse tudo uma má </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8619248748932975571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=8619248748932975571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8619248748932975571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8619248748932975571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/luta-interior-sinto-que-tenho-muito.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-8061083734838671086</id><published>2008-04-22T19:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T19:36:25.526+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ÉsA incerteza da minha vidaA falta de vontadeE tantas horas de luzTudo me faz não querer reaparecerTudo me faz não querer te verMas o meu único desejo é reaver-teChega a ser demasiado tempo acordadoChega a ser demasiado tempo…Demasiado tempo a ver-te dentro da minha cabeçaÉs como um fantasma que me atormentaUm tormento que vem de dentro para foraUm tormento que me vai consumindoQue me consome </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8061083734838671086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=8061083734838671086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8061083734838671086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8061083734838671086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-incerteza-da-minha-vida-falta-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-3297997035617167059</id><published>2008-04-18T11:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T12:29:10.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dia após diaE aqui estou euDia após diaNoite após noiteTudo só para te verE tu nem sequer reparas em mimOu talvez não queiras verTalvez não queiras ver a luzVer como poderia ter sidoOu como tu não quiseste verDia após diaContinuo com a esperança de que vejasNoite após noiteEspero que digas algoO tempo passa e eu sei…Eu sei, que nunca mais será…Não será mas…Mas…Mas sei que ficarás para sempreKP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3297997035617167059/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=3297997035617167059' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3297997035617167059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3297997035617167059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/dia-aps-dia-e-aqui-estou-eu-dia-aps-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-8560312679572380198</id><published>2008-04-14T17:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T17:44:21.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesertoE ainda eu choroPorque?Sou estúpido, burro ou cego?Tu segues eu ficoTento ser alguémMas sem aquela vontadeSem aquela presençaTudo se torna mais vazio e fácilE o desafio sem ele não faz sentidoTem de estar preenchido…Este vazio que aqui ficouQue torna tudo frio e dúbioPerdido aqui, sem nada que se diga meuA tua voz ao longe, leva-me para um deserto de sentimentosDeserto que me tira a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8560312679572380198/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=8560312679572380198' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8560312679572380198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8560312679572380198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/deserto-e-ainda-eu-choro-porque-sou.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-3922009713494400168</id><published>2008-04-11T15:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:39:02.714+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O que eu queriaE tu chegas…Eu só queria um olá, tudo bem?Mas tu insistes em não dizer nadaE eu que só queria a tua atençãoUm carinho, um afecto…Algo que tu outrora quiseste de mimMas agora não consegues ver que eu também precisoQue eu ainda aqui estouAqui, como sempre estive…Na solidão…Na esperar que alguém diga algo…Que alguém veja que não tinha de ser assimOu apenas que tu voltes a reparar em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3922009713494400168/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=3922009713494400168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3922009713494400168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3922009713494400168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/o-que-eu-queria-e-tu-chegas-eu-s-queria.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-8865386454594139101</id><published>2008-04-09T20:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:29:39.887+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Porque não nos ensinam?Ajudava e poupava o sofrimentoAbria os olhos a muitas vítimasVitimas desse dito amorDesse sentimento que todos procuramMas que a todos faz sofrerQue constrói para depois deitar abaixoPara que?Qual o sentido?Porque a economia assim o deseja?Ou porque um dito deus assim o disse que tinha de ser?Porque?K</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8865386454594139101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=8865386454594139101' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8865386454594139101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/8865386454594139101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/porque-no-nos-ensinam-ajudava-e-poupava.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-5887607287842318404</id><published>2008-04-03T18:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T18:28:51.392+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmanhaAmanha…Amanha partirei…Amanha, partirei para aquele sítio que tanto gostava de partirAquele sitio, onde as minhas esperanças se enchiam de energia em relação a ti…Desta vez vou sem ti…Desta vez vou acompanhado por alguém que não me diz muito…Desta vez vou como se fosse só…Para um sitio que já o foi…Especial… Talvez…Não sei, talvez fosses tu…O teu sorriso,Ou as coisas que me dizias…Não sei </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5887607287842318404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=5887607287842318404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/5887607287842318404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/5887607287842318404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/04/amanha-amanha-amanha-partirei-amanha.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-4592700517997321496</id><published>2008-03-31T21:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T21:54:11.942+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu ai...Ainda estas no mesmo sitioSinto-me só…Mas com a chegada da noite chegas tu tambémVejo-te subir, vejo-te brilharEssa tua parte ainda gosta de mimEssa tua parte ainda me faz companhiaAinda me sinto confortado por tiAinda te sinto em mimAinda sinto os teus abraçosComo eles ainda me fazem sonharComo o teu sorriso ainda me preencheComo ainda me sinto em tiSem te ter perto de mimKP.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/4592700517997321496/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=4592700517997321496' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/4592700517997321496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/4592700517997321496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/03/tu-ai.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-3922117592305897850</id><published>2008-03-28T17:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:30:09.276Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>No dia 11 de Março de 2004 escrevi aqui a minha ultima menssagem devido a algum tempo depois ter ido para inglaterra...Hoje 4 anos e alguns dias, volto a por aqui algumas coisas que escrevi entretanto...Bem vindo a 1 novo começo do meu passado...K</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/3922117592305897850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=3922117592305897850' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3922117592305897850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/3922117592305897850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2008/03/no-dia-11-de-maro-de-2004-escrevi-aqui.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107897030053002835</id><published>2004-03-11T01:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.393Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E tu?E a noite vem me buscar Vem me acordarVem devolver-me ao mundoVem mostrar-me um novo anoitecer E onde estas tu?Ai a tirar proveito do que tensDaquilo que eu te deiDaquilo que não serias sem mimE eu onde estou?Aqui a tentar ter algo novo para mimA redescobrir-me A tentar ser uma nova pessoaK.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107897030053002835/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107897030053002835' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107897030053002835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107897030053002835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/e-tu-e-noite-vem-me-buscar-vem-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107897019911974750</id><published>2004-03-11T01:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.411Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Só queroE tu continuas...Sentes que ainda te devo algoSentes que isto tudo ainda não chegou Achas que devia acontecer tudo de novoDesperdiçar mais meses em ódio e raivaSó quero ver o teu sorrisoSó quero ver a tua felicidade Só quero que sejas cada vez melhorK.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107897019911974750/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107897019911974750' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107897019911974750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107897019911974750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/s-quero-e-tu-continuas.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107896996714979704</id><published>2004-03-11T01:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.427Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O olharO sol nasce a minha vontade deixa-meA lua?Ai vem ela…E sinto toda a energia voltandoToda a vontade de viver Toda a vontade de sonharMas ela…Ela com o seu olhar destrói tudoPorque?Eu não fiz nada!Eu apenas estava a divertir-me.Não eras tu…Era a outra.Que te fiz?Porque lanças-te esse olhar inquisidor? Porque falas-te para mim como se te devesse alguma coisa?Porque cada vez </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107896996714979704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107896996714979704' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107896996714979704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107896996714979704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/o-olhar-o-sol-nasce-minha-vontade-deixa.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107888276163099560</id><published>2004-03-10T01:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.432Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O malO mal não existe Apenas se tiram oportunidades a alguns Apenas se dão oportunidades a outrosApenas se desfaz a recta que seria a vidaK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107888276163099560/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107888276163099560' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107888276163099560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107888276163099560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/o-mal-o-mal-no-existe-apenas-se-tiram.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107888265501775461</id><published>2004-03-10T01:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.462Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NuncaNunca serei aquilo que quis serNunca terei aquilo que quis terNunca terei aquilo com que sonheiNunca serei aquilo que sonharam de mimK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107888265501775461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107888265501775461' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107888265501775461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107888265501775461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/nunca-nunca-serei-aquilo-que-quis-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-1078882525891079</id><published>2004-03-10T01:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.487Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O melhor diaO melhor dia da minha vida teria…Um grande oceano lindo e fresco…Um grande sol abrasador…E uma grande amizade a meu lado…Já tive perto dissoMas como em tudo, a perfeição não existe K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1078882525891079/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=1078882525891079' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/1078882525891079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/1078882525891079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/o-melhor-dia-o-melhor-dia-da-minha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107883459284938259</id><published>2004-03-09T12:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.501Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EuforiaEu vi…A minha euforia assusta O mundo pára…Só porque a minha euforia é grandeTodos me olham de lado…Não acreditam na euforia espontaniaAfinal somos todos diferentes…Cada um tem o seu pico na personalidade K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107883459284938259/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107883459284938259' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883459284938259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883459284938259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/euforia-eu-vi-minha-euforia-assusta-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107883448992514445</id><published>2004-03-09T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.539Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ter algoAquele mundo onde vivia não era realEra apenas uma grande ilusãoEu quero construir algo meu Eu quero construir algo para alguémQuero ter algo para alguémUma vida…Uma morte…Quero apenas sair deste estado de comaQuero viverK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107883448992514445/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107883448992514445' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883448992514445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883448992514445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/ter-algo-aquele-mundo-onde-vivia-no-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107883428246375032</id><published>2004-03-09T12:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.595Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PensamentosOs meus pensamentos enchem-me o tempoTiram-me as oportunidades da vidaEnsinam-me acerca da vidaMas não me deixam prova-la K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107883428246375032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107883428246375032' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883428246375032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107883428246375032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/pensamentos-os-meus-pensamentos-enchem.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107870847237480969</id><published>2004-03-08T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.629Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SolidaoA solidão não mataA solidão ensina-nos a viverA solidão mostra-nos o caminhoA solidão diz como seremos fortes Ela também provoca o maior dos sofrimentosEla impede-nos de viverK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107870847237480969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107870847237480969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870847237480969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870847237480969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/solidao-solido-no-mata-solido-ensina.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107870834096483756</id><published>2004-03-08T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.673Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ElaA noite e a minha alegria de viverMesmo só, esta lá sempre alguém a olhar para mimDe cima para baixo, mas sem maldadeE a minha companheira da vidaSó ela me entendeSó ela me acompanhaSó ela quer estar comigoK.Companheira da vida</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107870834096483756/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107870834096483756' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870834096483756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870834096483756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/ela-noite-e-minha-alegria-de-viver.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107870822595478281</id><published>2004-03-08T01:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.702Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AlegriaA minha manha começa quando a noite se levantaA minha vida começa quando saio de casaA minha tristeza começa quando alguém me conheceA minha alegria renasce quando alguém me falaAlegria que se esvai quando a noite terminaK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107870822595478281/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107870822595478281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870822595478281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107870822595478281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/alegria-minha-manha-comea-quando-noite.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107862655465639814</id><published>2004-03-07T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.740Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traiçao?Sinto aquilo que fizeste Sinto-o como uma traiçãoTraição provocada por mimTraição que devia acontecer para crescermos Talvez sejamos melhores assimK.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107862655465639814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107862655465639814' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862655465639814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862655465639814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/traiao-sinto-aquilo-que-fizeste-sinto-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107862641627334272</id><published>2004-03-07T02:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.765Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merda para istoQue se foda a vidaQue se foda o bem e o malQue se foda a tristezaQue se foda tudoTou cada vez mais farto desta merdaCada dia que passa tudo mete mais nojo Tudo me repele Tudo me faz sentir triste, malRevolta-me a minha existenciaK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107862641627334272/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107862641627334272' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862641627334272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862641627334272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/merda-para-isto-que-se-foda-vida-que-se.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107862616145938136</id><published>2004-03-07T02:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.776Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ArrependimentoEstou a odiar tanto e tantos…Nunca me quis sentir assimNunca me arrependi tanto na minha vidaTantas coisas que gostava de apagarJá não consigo olhar na cara de ninguémCada vez mais me sinto mal comigo mesmoCada dia que passa me odeio maisNão me suportoK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107862616145938136/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107862616145938136' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862616145938136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107862616145938136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/arrependimento-estou-odiar-tanto-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107854772315756227</id><published>2004-03-06T04:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.786Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The idolWill I be alone this morningWill I need my friendsSomething just to ease away the painAnd now I never see the lonelinessBehind my faceI am just a prisoner to my faith If I could only stand and stare in the mirror would I seeOne fallen hero with a face like meand if I scream, could anybody hear meIf I smash the silence, you'll see what fame has done to me Kiss away the pain and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107854772315756227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107854772315756227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854772315756227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854772315756227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/idol-will-i-be-alone-this-morning-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107854716635098923</id><published>2004-03-06T04:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.797Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A razaoA razão tem destruído tudoE o tudo era a minha vidaA minha vida que esta vaziaSem ponta para começar seja o que forSem nada para terminarTudo para recomeçarSem esperança para terminarK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107854716635098923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107854716635098923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854716635098923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854716635098923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/razao-razo-tem-destrudo-tudo-e-o-tudo.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107854699793604153</id><published>2004-03-06T04:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.813Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A unicaA solidão está a destruir-me Tu és a única luz que ainda aparece no meu horizonteA única luz que ainda aquece o meu coraçãoA única pessoa que me põem a sorrir sem dizer nadaTu ainda és a minha vidaÉs o porque da minha existência A única por quem tenho vontade de ficarK.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107854699793604153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107854699793604153' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854699793604153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107854699793604153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/unica-solido-est-destruir-me-tu-s-nica.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107845455678513141</id><published>2004-03-05T02:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.834Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SóSinto-me só Sinto-me abandonadoAbandonado por mim mesmo Destruído por culpa própriaA beira do sufoco Sinto-me mais fraco a cada dia que passaPode ser que seja amanha que morraEra bom…K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107845455678513141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107845455678513141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107845455678513141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107845455678513141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/s-sinto-me-s-sinto-me-abandonado.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107845446601295831</id><published>2004-03-05T02:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-21T19:52:16.843Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O teu amorSinto-me só Mas ainda assim não sozinhoSinto-me quente Mas sem ninguém a aquecer-meO teu amor ainda cá esta Mas juntou-se a mim, já não me atacaQuero que ele fique puro Espero que ele não se dissolva Ele é a mais pura recordação que tenho de ti Tu és a mais pura recordaçao que tenho deleK.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107845446601295831/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107845446601295831' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107845446601295831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107845446601295831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/o-teu-amor-sinto-me-s-mas-ainda-assim.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107835949324979361</id><published>2004-03-04T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:47:21.105+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TalvezHoje senti a vida a nascer Senti o sol mais quenteAinda não tão quente Mas sinto que esta a aquecerTalvez amanha ele se aproxime Talvez amanha alguém me vejaTalvez amanha, eu veja alguémOu talvez continue tudo igual mas só talvezK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107835949324979361/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107835949324979361' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835949324979361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835949324979361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/talvez-hoje-senti-vida-nascer-senti-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107835926607997779</id><published>2004-03-04T00:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:47:21.155+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tu e euTu e eu fizemos um rio de amorUm rio de amor que fez florescer um lindo sorriso em tiTu e eu fizemos um oceano de amor Um oceano de amor que fazia o universo parecer pequenoOnde esta o rio de amor?Onde esta o oceano de amor?Onde esta o teu sorriso?Porque o universo já parece enorme?Segui-te para tantos lados, fui companheiro da tua vidaFui amante da tua paixãoDescobri coisas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107835926607997779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107835926607997779' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835926607997779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835926607997779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/tu-e-eu-tu-e-eu-fizemos-um-rio-de-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107835916686260404</id><published>2004-03-04T00:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-04-03T17:47:21.183+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>E agoraFoste e sempre serias a minha vidaA minha alegria e a minha tristezaO meu verão e o meu InvernoE agora???K.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107835916686260404/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6484845&amp;postID=107835916686260404' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835916686260404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107835916686260404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/2004/03/e-agora-foste-e-sempre-serias-minha.html' title=''/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107828342746271478</id><published>2004-03-03T03:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T03:13:25.670Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ll be foreverDo you hear me calling for you?Are you there?I can’t see youI can’t feel youI don’t want to live without youI don’t want to be without youYou have my heartYou have my soulI’ll be forever what you wantI’ll be forever what you needI’ll be your manI’ll be a perfect manYou will leave me forever?You will kill our love forever?Stay with me forever Forever by my side</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107828342746271478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828342746271478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828342746271478'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107828333280369812</id><published>2004-03-03T03:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T03:11:51.030Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>...Um desejo e uma vontade momentânea.O querer e algo que nos ajuda a preencher a vida.A esperança e algo que dificilmente nos vai abandonar.Eu sinto estas três coisas por ti, que posso eu fazer por mim?K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107828333280369812/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828333280369812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828333280369812'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107828253595031821</id><published>2004-03-03T02:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-03T02:58:33.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A tua marcaGostava tanto que estivesses aqui.Gostava que tudo aquilo que começamos nunca tivesse acabado.Deixas-te para sempre a tua marca no meu coração.Pode parecer pouco mas dificilmente o tempo ira apagar.Dificilmente te irei esquecer.Foste a ponta final da minha vida.Gostava apenas de ter podido mostrar mais daquilo que sou e que gosto.Gostava de ter dado tudo aquilo que tenho </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107828253595031821/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828253595031821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107828253595031821'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107818784767269776</id><published>2004-03-02T00:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T00:40:24.000Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmizadeA minha vida vai longa.A nossa amizade ainda e uma criança.E desde já eu vou ter de a largar.Vou começar uma vida nova.Fora destas sombras.Espero que não me sigam.Este pesadelo aqui não iria acabar.Já ninguém toma atenção, aquilo que importa.Já ninguém ouve o mar a natureza.Já ninguém ouve os outros.E só o dinheiro que conta.Onde estão todos?K.F.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107818784767269776/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818784767269776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818784767269776'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107818768240496280</id><published>2004-03-02T00:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T00:37:38.763Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DesejoFoste o meu último desejo nesta terra.Foste a minha última fonte de alegria pura.Foste a ultima coisa a manter-me vivo por dentro.Mas como tudo que eu desejo não dá certo…Todas as minhas expectativas saem goradasSerá que devia ser assim?Onde estou a falhar?K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107818768240496280/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818768240496280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818768240496280'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107818732290293486</id><published>2004-03-02T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-02T00:31:39.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IrrealE tudo tão irreal…Parece um pesadelo…Quando acaba?Quando começa o sonho?Quando começa o que desejei?Fará alguém parte dele?Alguém quer fazer parte dele?Será o pesadelo o sonho?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107818732290293486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818732290293486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107818732290293486'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107810952861988671</id><published>2004-03-01T02:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T02:55:03.483Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Tale That Wasn't RightHere I stand all aloneHave my mind turned to stoneHave my heart filled up with iceTo avoid it's breakin' twiceThanx to you, my dear old friendBut you can't help, this is the endOf a tale that wasn't rightI won't have no sleep tonightIn my heart, in my soulI really hate to pay this tollShould be strong, young and boldBut the only thing I feel is painIt's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107810952861988671/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810952861988671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810952861988671'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107810850021565073</id><published>2004-03-01T02:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T02:37:55.293Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tudo de novo?Tenho?Por cá parecem poucos.Terei de ir para onde tenho a certeza de os ter?Terei de mudar toda a minha vida?Terei de deixar o significado deste sítio para trás?Terei de começar um novo jogo?Perder tudo aquilo que construí?Deitar anos fora?Reconstruir tudo de novo?Talvez as sombras sejam o meu destinoK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107810850021565073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810850021565073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810850021565073'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107810817543934017</id><published>2004-03-01T02:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-03-01T02:32:30.590Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mais um anoJá passou mais um ano.Sinto a idade a abraçar-me.Sinto que ainda não tenho rumo.Será mais um ano a repetir velhos erros?Terei a inteligência e a capacidade de aprender?Terei a coragem de mudar?Talvez seja este ano que os meus dois eus se encontram.Seja talvez este ano que a minha vida ande para a frente.Talvez seja este ano que a minha cara-metade se revele.Será apenas mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107810817543934017/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810817543934017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107810817543934017'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107802329205149964</id><published>2004-02-29T02:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:57:45.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>interrogaçaoA interrogação que se impõem na minha cabeça…Porque?Porque?Serias…Tinhas…Porque?Porque?Serias para todo o sempreO teu sorriso mesmo quando forçado é tão sinceroÉs e serias…Quero-te…Ainda?Porque?Diz-me?Eu sei…Sempre soube…Mas porque?Sinto a tua falta…E tive tão poucoPorque?Ainda estas ai?Ainda me vez como me vias?Onde andas?Já não olham para nos…Olha para mim…</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107802329205149964/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802329205149964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802329205149964'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107802322591643520</id><published>2004-02-29T02:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:59:22.356Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Era a tiFoste e não sei como deixas-te de ser…Cometi tantos erros na minha vida…Mas como te consegui perder?Tu mostras-te tão pouco o que foi tanto…Como não consegui ver?A minha alma não olhou para ti como devia…Deusa que só vejo quando a minha infelicidade me o permiteSerias tudo…Serias muito mais…Eras pouco e tanto…Era a ti que eu queria para a vida…Era a melhor prenda o melhor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107802322591643520/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802322591643520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802322591643520'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107802312633799132</id><published>2004-02-29T02:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-29T02:54:59.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>IncertezasFoi tudo tão incerto…O que foi que sentiste por mim?Eu senti tanto por ti…Nada parece tão certo…Eras tudo e o nada…Tantas coisas que tínhamos e nada ficou…Tudo o que nos afastou…Aquilo que sei e o que não sei…Serias talvez muito mais se não fosse isso…Ainda tenho esperança apesar de ela estar mortaQuis te e ainda quero…Sei que posso…Sei que nunca serás minha…Serias uma </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107802312633799132/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802312633799132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107802312633799132'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107794174981578258</id><published>2004-02-28T04:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T04:18:42.576Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sera apenas mais um dia?Vai começar um novo ano, vais arriscar?Vais dar um novo rumo a tua vida?Vais viver uma vida diferente?Vais mudar alguma coisa?Vais-me querer a teu lado?Vais-me querer conhecer?Será apenas mais um dia na tua vida?Um dia sem sentido em que tudo vai ficar igual?Vais-me fazer especial?K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107794174981578258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794174981578258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794174981578258'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107794161618221194</id><published>2004-02-28T04:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T04:16:28.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tuA tua presença na minha vida faria me escolher outro caminhoFaria me ver a vida de outra maneiraObrigava-me a lutar pela minha vidaDava-me esperança de ter um amanha mais felizUm amanha contigo a meu ladoUm amanha com um sorriso Que mesmo pequeno seria especialSó tu…K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107794161618221194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794161618221194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794161618221194'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107794136766557471</id><published>2004-02-28T04:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-28T04:12:20.466Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tenta imaginarTenho tanta coisa para te darTenta imaginar ate onde iria tudo aquilo que te posso darTenta imaginar ate onde poderíamos irTenta imaginar o que poderíamos fazerO que poderíamos conhecerE o que poderíamos dar a conhecerMas nada resulta mesmo quando as vontades são as mesmasSe continuarmos cegos sem ver o que se passaK.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107794136766557471/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794136766557471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107794136766557471'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107784467568097914</id><published>2004-02-27T01:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T01:20:46.793Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ODIOContinuas a querer estragar tudoAchas que tudo o que queres faz sentido?Sentes-te no direito de rebaixar os meus sentimentos?Sentes-te no direito de negar a minha presençaEla que sempre te deu todo o apoio que precisas-teSentes-te o centro do mundo?Achas que tudo gira em torno de ti?Sempre só te quis bemFazes crescer sempre algo mais em mimE neste momento estou mesmo como não gosto</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107784467568097914/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784467568097914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784467568097914'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107784315926695915</id><published>2004-02-27T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:55:29.890Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VerásOlha bem nos meus olhosVeras que a única coisa que tenho para te dar e amorVeras que a única coisa que quero receber e a tua atenção e o teu carinhoVerás que só farias crescer um sorriso nos nossos rostosSó farias duas pessoas felizesK.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107784315926695915/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784315926695915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784315926695915'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107784280694734327</id><published>2004-02-27T00:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:49:37.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O amanha sem tiO amanha sem ti parece mais cinzento do que devia ser.Penso como tu poderias dar um pouco mais de cor a minha vida.Penso que também poderia fazer o mesmo por ti.Penso que apenas vim na altura errada.Talvez nem devia ter vindo…Talvez tivesse sido melhor assimK.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107784280694734327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784280694734327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784280694734327'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107784114457979504</id><published>2004-02-27T00:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-27T00:21:55.623Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TenteiDesejei-te com todas as forças e vontade que tive.Tentei ser um bom amigo.Tentei estar sempre a teu lado.Tentei partilhar toda a minha vida.Tentei dar tudo de bom que tinha.Mas não chegou… Deverei desistir como estou a fazer com a minha vida?K.P.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107784114457979504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784114457979504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107784114457979504'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107775942066643067</id><published>2004-02-26T01:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T01:39:50.326Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AmigaÉs como todos os outros És especial como todos sãoNão és nada e és tudoE como todos sei que estas láSei que posso contar contigoSei que és amiga...K.C.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107775942066643067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775942066643067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775942066643067'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107775922419760716</id><published>2004-02-26T01:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T01:36:33.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ser maisFalhamos a hora e o diaTalvez também o mêsE provavelmente o ano Mas não falhamos a vidaAinda nos conhecemosAinda estamos aquiAinda podemos ser mais do que somosAinda podemos ser grandes amigosK.C.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107775922419760716/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775922419760716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775922419760716'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107775884735905204</id><published>2004-02-26T01:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-26T01:30:17.093Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A procuraA sua procura preexistente acaba por estragarDeixa fluir…Deixa-te abraçar…Deixa ser ele a vir ter contigoNão procuresDeixa-te encontrarDeixa-o crescer e descobrir a tua belezaK.C.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107775884735905204/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775884735905204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107775884735905204'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107766932359196728</id><published>2004-02-25T00:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T00:38:11.686Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alguma vezSerei assim tão diferente de todos os outros?Eu quero sempre algo para sempre.Há quem deite fora só por diversão.Gostava de ter aproveitado tudo o que poderíamos ter dado um ao outro.Gostava de te ter conhecido profundamenteTalvez numa altura melhor...Talvez numa outra vida...Talvez nunca…K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107766932359196728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766932359196728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766932359196728'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107766923129903065</id><published>2004-02-25T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T00:36:39.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fazer mais?Talvez deva fazer como todos os outros.Sentir os cheiros provar divertir-me e deitar fora.Porque preocupar-me com alguém se ninguém se preocupa comigo?Porque fazer mais que os outros?Porque ser mais que os outros?Não me dá nada de bomNão me dá o que queroAfinal os outros tem alguémK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107766923129903065/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766923129903065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766923129903065'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107766902347489991</id><published>2004-02-25T00:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-25T00:33:11.640Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TuPorque me deixas-te saborear os teus lábios?Porque me deixas-te tocar-te, conhecer-te?Porque agora não me queres?Foi por diversão ou inocentemente?Fui importante para ti?Signifiquei algo para ti?Sentis-te realmente…K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107766902347489991/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766902347489991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107766902347489991'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107758884766776401</id><published>2004-02-24T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:16:54.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>O porquePara uma pessoa como eu que nunca procurei o porque da minha vida,Neste momento estão demasiados na minha cabeça.Tu és um deles. Qual o motivo da tua entrada na minha vida?Logo agora que sinto que ela se esta a esvair.Pelo menos podia ter te conseguido ajudar.Podia-te ter feito seguir um caminho diferentePodia – te ter mostrado que nem tudo tem de ser igualK.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107758884766776401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758884766776401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758884766776401'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107758856307032726</id><published>2004-02-24T02:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:12:10.263Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MarcaTudo o que fazemos na vida fica com a nossa marca.Então onde estão as minhas marcas?Onde estão as marcas que tenham deixado em mim?Qual o sentido da minha vida?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107758856307032726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758856307032726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758856307032726'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107758848561537877</id><published>2004-02-24T02:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-24T02:10:52.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SozinhoNesta encruzilhada da vida qual o rumo que devo tomar?Devo esperar por alguém?Alguém vem comigo?Devo seguir o meu caminho sozinho?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107758848561537877/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758848561537877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107758848561537877'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107750390799730823</id><published>2004-02-23T02:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T02:41:13.420Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LuzA única luz que entra na minha vida vem da janela do meu quarto.Todas as outras luzes da minha vida se apagaram.A minha esta em vias de se apagar também.Poderia a por forte novamente?...Como sem objectivo?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107750390799730823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750390799730823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750390799730823'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107750330750509962</id><published>2004-02-23T02:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T02:31:13.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AbismoCheguei ao limite, Tou num abismo.Posso mas não devo voltar para trás.Decerto me traria de volta ao abismo.Que faço?... Salto?... Ou deixo-me cair?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107750330750509962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750330750509962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750330750509962'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107750315523556941</id><published>2004-02-23T02:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-23T02:28:40.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MereçoTanta coisa boa que passou pela minha vida.Agora são puras recordações.Porque não aparecem mais?Porque agora é tudo triste e deprimente?Mereço?...porque?...Que fiz eu?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107750315523556941/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750315523556941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107750315523556941'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107742844109863173</id><published>2004-02-22T05:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T05:43:25.296Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hoje sinto que tenho de fazer agradecimentos, o meu primeiro agradecimento vai para o meu amigo Nelson porque sem ele este blog não é o que é, o segundo agradecimento vai para outro grande amigo que é o Vassago e para a sua banda Night Falls por terem concretizado um grande desejo meu e o terceiro e ultimo agradecimento vai para todos os amigos e pessoal que vem ver o meu blog, a todos e em </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107742844109863173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742844109863173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742844109863173'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107742795763890273</id><published>2004-02-22T05:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T05:35:21.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sem nadaPorque todos os caminhos por mim escolhidos não vão dar a um bom sitio?Porque tudo aquilo que eu escolho acaba sempre da pior maneira possível?Porque tudo aquilo que eu quero nunca acaba comigo?Porque tem de ser sempre assim?Porque não pode correr bem 1 só vez?Estarei a mais neste mundo?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107742795763890273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742795763890273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742795763890273'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107742778561084255</id><published>2004-02-22T05:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T05:32:29.950Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HojeO meu passado e só altos e baixos.Eu só queria algo simplesO meu amanha e incertoE dava todos os amanhas para ter um bom hojeK.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107742778561084255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742778561084255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742778561084255'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107742772251375310</id><published>2004-02-22T05:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-22T05:33:58.043Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PerdidoPode alguém levar-me ao céu?Mostrar-me o caminho?Porque não sou nenhum anjo.Estou perdido….K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107742772251375310/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742772251375310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107742772251375310'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107733193729415646</id><published>2004-02-21T02:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T02:54:59.810Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All this timeNow, as I had a look at youIt took a heartbeat and I knewThat the candle of my life was burning shorterYou turned me 'round to face myselfTo make me trust in what I amNow, after all that I have done it makes me wonder I'm aroundNow the night has gone, better days to comeAll this time I have been afraid, it is not too late...All this time while we talked my thoughts </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107733193729415646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107733193729415646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107733193729415646'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107732461508041370</id><published>2004-02-21T00:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:52:57.513Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nao percebo nadaNão consigo rir….Não consigo chorar…Não consigo perceber o que quero….Não percebo porque tudo isto…K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107732461508041370/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107732461508041370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107732461508041370'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107732443547130846</id><published>2004-02-21T00:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-21T00:49:57.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>CaminhoTou perdido…Tenho tantos caminhos pela frente que não sei qual escolher.Ninguém me pode ajudar, a não ser que partilhe o caminho comigo.Mas ninguém o quer partilhar, porque?K.K.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107732443547130846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107732443547130846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107732443547130846'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107724267773392227</id><published>2004-02-20T02:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T02:08:55.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EleTantas noites sem dormirTantas noites a chorar por tiTantas noites a chorar por mimTantas noites a chorar por eleEle o dito amor que vai e vem como se nada fosseEle que tudo da e tudo tiraEle que ajuda e depois despreza Fazemos coisas por elePara elePara provar que ele esta laQuando apenas queremos a atencao especial de alguemAlguem que pode ser especial ou apenas passageiroMas </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107724267773392227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107724267773392227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107724267773392227'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107724004623740623</id><published>2004-02-20T01:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T01:25:23.936Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PorquePorque me deixas-te saborear os teus labios?Porque me deixas-te conhecer e tocar-te?Porque agora nao me queres?Foi por diversao ou inocentemente?K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107724004623740623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107724004623740623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107724004623740623'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107723993912477855</id><published>2004-02-20T01:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-20T01:26:55.873Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>AprenderTu vives aquilo que aprendes-te a viver.Deixa-me ensinar outras maneiras de viver.Deixa-me mostrar-te que a vida nao e so sofrimento.Deixa-me mostrar que tudo pode ser melhor do que tem sido.Deixa-me mostrar que tambem pode haver amor.Deixa-me dar-te todo aquele que tenho.K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107723993912477855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107723993912477855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107723993912477855'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107720099737792973</id><published>2004-02-19T14:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T18:02:16.280Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>InocênciaA minha inocência…Como tremi quando te sentiComo ela me deixou pouco a vontade quando te saboreieComo apesar de tudo o que vivi ainda sou inocenteOu terás sido apenas tu que me deixas-te assim?K.P.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107720099737792973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107720099737792973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107720099737792973'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107714970387868018</id><published>2004-02-19T00:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:17:44.046Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Serás tu?Serás tu aquela que foi feita para mim?Serás tu aquela que sempre andou nos meus sonhos?Serás tu aquela que me fará seguir a vida sem olhar para trás?Serás tu aquela por quem eu estive a espera toda vida?Serás…?K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107714970387868018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107714970387868018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107714970387868018'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107714949760967154</id><published>2004-02-19T00:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-19T00:14:17.826Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SentirOs teus olhos prendem-me a realidade de ainda existir algo de bom nesta terra.As tuas mãos mostram-me como poderia ser se me abraçasses todos os dias.Os teus lábios mostram-me que ainda existe algo mais doce que o mel.O teu coração diz-me como tudo pode ser difícil quando ele quer.Mas a tua voz mostra que dificilmente te vais convencer ou acreditar algo de bom e puro possa existir </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107714949760967154/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107714949760967154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107714949760967154'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107711922059135148</id><published>2004-02-18T15:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T15:49:39.796Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                 TUAs palavras brotaram deste lápis.Doces palavras que eu te quero dar.E eu não consigo dormir.Eu preciso de te dizer, boa noite.Quando estamos juntos eu sinto-me perfeita.Quando sou puxada de ao pé de ti eu desfaso-me.Porque estas a dizer um segredo a mim?Os teus olhos são tão azuis que não consigo Desviar o olhar enquanto nos deitamos noMistério que tu sussurras-te </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107711922059135148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107711922059135148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107711922059135148'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107708572758664646</id><published>2004-02-18T06:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T06:31:26.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A minha melhor amizade é perfeitaPede-me, ouve-me, gosta de mim como nunca gostaramAcompanha-me para todo o lado se me questionar Tem o olhar mais lindo e meigo que já viE tenho a certeza que daria a vida por mimTal como eu dava por eleMerece tudo e muito maisÉ o meu melhor amigoK.Para aqueles que me conhecem sabem de quem estou a falar.Por mais que escreva este sera a coisa mais </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107708572758664646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107708572758664646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107708572758664646'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107707435601267194</id><published>2004-02-18T03:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T05:25:43.250Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MomentosOlhas para mim, sinto-me no céu.Deixo de sentir o teu olhar, caio nesta realidade cruel de não te ter ao meu lado.Não te culpo nem te peço nada.Apenas penso como seria bom estar no sítio mais especial do teu coração.Pode ser que um dia consiga.Também pode ser que não, mas tu sempre terás o teu lugar no meu.K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107707435601267194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107707435601267194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107707435601267194'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6484845.post-107703191961996765</id><published>2004-02-17T15:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2004-02-18T05:26:06.013Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DarPosso te dar o meu sorriso, o meu coração.Posso te dar tudo aquilo que procuras.Posso te dar a minha alma.Posso te dar o meu amor.Posso me dar a mim, e também o meu futuro.Posso tentar dar-te toda a felicidade que mereces.K.D.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://deadwords.blogspot.com/feeds/107703191961996765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107703191961996765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6484845/posts/default/107703191961996765'/><author><name>Black Soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16783796472572619434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
