<?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-18999873</id><updated>2012-01-20T05:13:54.491Z</updated><title type='text'>This Is Who I Really Am</title><subtitle type='html'>I tried to be someone else but nothing seemed to change.

I know now, this is who I really am inside!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;&lt;div&gt;North and south and east and west of your life? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have only one request of your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;That you spend it all with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the seasons and the times of your days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the nickels and the dimes of your days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let the reasons and the rhymes of your days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All begin and end with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want to see your face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In every kind of light,In fields of gold and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Forests of the night;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when you stand before&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The candles on a cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh let me be the one to hear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The silent wish you make.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those tomorrows waiting deep in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the world of love you keep in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll awaken whats asleep in your eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It may take a kiss or two...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of my life...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Summer, winter, spring and fall of my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I ever will recall of my life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is all of my life with you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;by &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alan Bergman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Marilyn Bergman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-8199371569402197085?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RjzE1ky34nI/AAAAAAAAABE/uMJ0T9rX5T4/s72-c/1152849.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-6765952489620520019</id><published>2007-05-02T11:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-05-03T13:44:39.857Z</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/Rjhw5Uy34lI/AAAAAAAAAA0/jUurDgeGKWQ/s1600-h/Fur.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059922378821722722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/Rjh0mEy34mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GYTjQBc4w2k/s200/de+DSC04579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;The sky turned into grey&lt;br /&gt;The moment you left me&lt;br /&gt;Angles would get together and pray&lt;br /&gt;That tomorrow turns to be another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stormy clouds seem over-weight&lt;br /&gt;Just like my mind and my soul&lt;br /&gt;All my thoughts reach out to you&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams pace to find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is empty, heavy of silence&lt;br /&gt;I can see myself spinning around&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find that holy place&lt;br /&gt;Where I could sense your embrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the little boys and girls crying&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the thunder roars in my head&lt;br /&gt;As I can hear my screams echoing deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;It is the voice of my heavily love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rain is falling outside&lt;br /&gt;As I sink in my own tears&lt;br /&gt;My heart is frozen now&lt;br /&gt;Coz I bruise easily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still hope the sun will bring me back&lt;br /&gt;The heart you once stole from me&lt;br /&gt;And your smile will end&lt;br /&gt;The weep of our love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-6765952489620520019?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/6765952489620520019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=6765952489620520019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/6765952489620520019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/6765952489620520019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2007/05/sky-turned-into-grey-moment-you-left-me.html' title='Frozen Heart'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/Rjh0mEy34mI/AAAAAAAAAA8/GYTjQBc4w2k/s72-c/de+DSC04579.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-8907661211272306036</id><published>2006-12-26T19:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-26T19:27:08.482Z</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RZF3Rhf7K-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2bbe0OrqNFE/s1600-h/566002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5012919003173825506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RZF3Rhf7K-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2bbe0OrqNFE/s200/566002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RZF2ixf7K9I/AAAAAAAAAAY/Lx7eDqrZ4JE/s1600-h/566002.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once again brightness turns into darkness&lt;br /&gt;The sky is gloomy, I'm feeling scared&lt;br /&gt;And our memories run through my head&lt;br /&gt;Once again...just me and my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm crying at night&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm not good enough&lt;br /&gt;Once again I cannot hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;Once again I cannot be tough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I know there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again the highway isn't too long&lt;br /&gt;It ends before you start walking&lt;br /&gt;And when I taste truth I'm already falling&lt;br /&gt;Once again...Me, myself and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again I question what I have done&lt;br /&gt;Once again I'm feeling far from home&lt;br /&gt;Once again I still think you're the one&lt;br /&gt;Once again next to you was where I belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, I know there's no one there&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting, staring at the stars&lt;br /&gt;Thinking, questioning where do I went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Crying, waiting for a sign&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if I should or should not hide&lt;br /&gt;Because nobody knows how empty I feel inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-8907661211272306036?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/8907661211272306036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=8907661211272306036' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/8907661211272306036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/8907661211272306036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/12/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RZF3Rhf7K-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/2bbe0OrqNFE/s72-c/566002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-4333269331001216658</id><published>2006-12-11T13:23:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T13:23:10.931Z</updated><title type='text'>Creed - One Last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/K26n59e6ukA' name='movie'&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/K26n59e6ukA'&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to all I think is safe&lt;br /&gt;It seems I found the road to nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I'm trying to escape&lt;br /&gt;I yelled back when I heard thunder&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;maybe six feet&lt;br /&gt;Ain't so far down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking down now that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting on all of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I found the road to somewhere&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere in His grace&lt;br /&gt;I cried out 'Heaven save me'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm down to one last breath&lt;br /&gt;And with it let me say&lt;br /&gt;Let me say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sad eyes follow me&lt;br /&gt;But I still believe there's something left for me&lt;br /&gt;So please come stay with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I still believe there's something left for you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;For you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;I'm six feet from the edge and I'm thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please come now I think I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding on to all I think is safe&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-4333269331001216658?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/4333269331001216658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=4333269331001216658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/4333269331001216658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/4333269331001216658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/12/creed-one-last-breath.html' title='Creed - One Last Breath'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-5018312094385646647</id><published>2006-12-05T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T16:26:02.462Z</updated><title type='text'>Chuva de Outono</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RXWdcBZAm5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ityQAROIHyk/s1600-h/original_empty_room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005079665627405202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/RXWdcBZAm5I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ityQAROIHyk/s400/original_empty_room.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#663300;"&gt;Os vidros estão ofuscados e não se vê nada lá fora&lt;br /&gt;Somente a chuva tomba sobre as terras que ficam aguadas&lt;br /&gt;Espreito por de entre os cortinados e aguardo pela hora&lt;br /&gt;Em que enlamearás o soalho com as tuas botas molhadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As candeias estão acesas para iluminar a tua chegada&lt;br /&gt;Duas garrafas de azeite já luziram para que não tenhas medo&lt;br /&gt;As luzes da tempestade encandeiam o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Para que não te percas e tornes a casa cedo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As labaredas da lareira resplandecem e o fumo é intenso&lt;br /&gt;A ceia está acabada e estimula o olfacto&lt;br /&gt;A mesa está pronta e já te espera o prato&lt;br /&gt;Não me consigo sossegar e é só em ti que penso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As brasas já estão cansadas&lt;br /&gt;E a comida já esfriou&lt;br /&gt;Não ouvi as tuas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Será que já chegou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a mesa está vazia e a madeira ainda cheira a nova&lt;br /&gt;A noite está calma e seca, nada de confusão&lt;br /&gt;Das janelas só se avista automóveis e edifícios&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foram as carroças e os prados?&lt;br /&gt;Para onde foste tu, por quem esperei durante a escuridão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me no sofá e as lágrimas são minhas companheiras&lt;br /&gt;Dizem-me que não sabem quem és…eu sorrio&lt;br /&gt;E digo que não te vêem porque só eu te consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;E que por ti vou esperar mesmo depois de morrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-5018312094385646647?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/5018312094385646647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=5018312094385646647' title='1 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-115920604328431851</id><published>2006-09-25T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-05T15:11:32.865Z</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vamps.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/momento%20final.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://vamps.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/momento%20final.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#333333;"&gt;Sem medo de enfrentar a multidão&lt;br /&gt;Beijamo-nos em frente de toda a gente&lt;br /&gt;E, de repente, juntos na nossa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Neste sentimento nos consumimos perdidamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquele momento colidimos os dois&lt;br /&gt;Como as nuvens que formam uma tempestade&lt;br /&gt;E um raio de amor caiu sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionando-nos sem qualquer piedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foi um momento só teu e meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde nos sentimos acima do céu&lt;br /&gt;O que era meu passou a ser teu&lt;br /&gt;E o que era teu é agora meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acordei e lágrimas choveram&lt;br /&gt;Sobre aquele momento incolor&lt;br /&gt;Por ter provado e descoberto&lt;br /&gt;O que é o verdadeiro amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;BY: &lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115920604328431851?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115920604328431851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115920604328431851' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115920604328431851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115920604328431851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/09/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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confusão&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei que caminho seguir&lt;br /&gt;Como guiar o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quero sair&lt;br /&gt;Nem entrar numa desilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me desamarro de ti&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te agarro a mim&lt;br /&gt;E isto deixa-me assim&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber onde ir&lt;br /&gt;Só me apetece fugir&lt;br /&gt;Mas tenho medo de cair&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia consiga sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Talvez consiga voltar a sentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115884954247719606?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115884954247719606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115884954247719606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115884954247719606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115884954247719606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/09/sentir.html' title='Sentir'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-115783548898464743</id><published>2006-09-09T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-09-09T20:58:08.993Z</updated><title type='text'>Fragile</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If people can see right through my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Like an open door that I can't disguise&lt;br /&gt;I won't be afraid from the tears I cry&lt;br /&gt;I'll not run I'll not hide this is how I feel inside&lt;br /&gt;A little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like I'm not that strong&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so frail so small&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a little fragile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Delta Goodrem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115783548898464743?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115783548898464743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115783548898464743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/heart0lw.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/heart0lw.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tal como uma ferida aberta&lt;br /&gt;Arde o que sinto por ti&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia te esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Foi porque, de tanto te amar, morri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixaste-me uma ferida aberta&lt;br /&gt;Que flameja de tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Encerrado em solidão deserta&lt;br /&gt;Entrego-me e sujeito-me a este amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És a minha ferida aberta&lt;br /&gt;Que incito por saudade&lt;br /&gt;E de ti não quero liberdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras feridas e ferimentos chegarão&lt;br /&gt;Mas esta cremada estará no meu coração&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115706011905171337?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115706011905171337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115706011905171337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115706011905171337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115706011905171337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/08/ferida-aberta.html' 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return&lt;br /&gt;where every step I took in faith&lt;br /&gt;betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;and led me from my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You take me in&lt;br /&gt;no questions asked&lt;br /&gt;you strip away the ugliness&lt;br /&gt;that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;(who are you?)&lt;br /&gt;are you an angel?&lt;br /&gt;am I already that gone?&lt;br /&gt;I only hope&lt;br /&gt;that I won't disappoint you&lt;br /&gt;when I'm down here on my knees&lt;br /&gt;(who are you?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have to give&lt;br /&gt;(who are you?)&lt;br /&gt;sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;by the touch of your hand&lt;br /&gt;I would be the one to fall&lt;br /&gt;I miss the little things&lt;br /&gt;I miss everything about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't mean much&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't mean anything at all&lt;br /&gt;the life I left behind me&lt;br /&gt;is a cold room&lt;br /&gt;(who are you?)&lt;br /&gt;And sweet surrender&lt;br /&gt;is all that I have to give...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115316958952910883?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115316958952910883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115316958952910883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115316958952910883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115316958952910883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/07/sweet-surrender-sarah-mclachlan-it.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-115159361937535699</id><published>2006-06-29T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-17T20:47:11.660Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115159361937535699?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115159361937535699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115159361937535699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115159361937535699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115159361937535699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/06/param-namemovie-value.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-115135697626849450</id><published>2006-06-26T21:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:24:45.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Este medo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/mag_vogue_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/mag_vogue_03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não fiz nada que me possa comprometer&lt;br /&gt;Mas este sentimento é tão, tão forte&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo me faz temer&lt;br /&gt;Tudo me faz tremer&lt;br /&gt;Por medo de um dia te perder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se resume a este medo&lt;br /&gt;Que por mais que tente esconde-lo&lt;br /&gt;Me vai consumindo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Aumentando lentamente o meu degredo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo para o medo&lt;br /&gt;Choro pelo medo&lt;br /&gt;Rio de pensar no medo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se resume a este medo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Medo de não te voltar a ver&lt;br /&gt;Medo de não voltar a viver&lt;br /&gt;Medo de um dia desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem ele meu corpo desfalece&lt;br /&gt;E sinto que me perco no nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de não te amar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo um dia ter de falar&lt;br /&gt;Tornar minha a tua vida e&lt;br /&gt;Tornar minha a tua&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo o que eu queria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Era uma vida que fosse só minha e tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Words by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115135697626849450?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115135697626849450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115135697626849450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115135697626849450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115135697626849450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/06/este-medo.html' title='Este medo...'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-115118069545095206</id><published>2006-06-24T18:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-24T21:19:28.186Z</updated><title type='text'>Speechless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/spike.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/400/spike.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/spike.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You got me...speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you been lately&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you all day&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to use the key&lt;br /&gt;That opens my place&lt;br /&gt;My heart starts trembling&lt;br /&gt;As I hear your footsteps pace&lt;br /&gt;Lock opens, doorknob turns&lt;br /&gt;There appears your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going outta my head I think I'm loosing all my mind&lt;br /&gt;Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night&lt;br /&gt;Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world&lt;br /&gt;In your arms lost for words&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;You got me Speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying so closely&lt;br /&gt;I feel your skin rubbing and touching me&lt;br /&gt;Only sweat between us&lt;br /&gt;Feeling you kissing and pleasing me&lt;br /&gt;I rub your back&lt;br /&gt;I kiss your neck&lt;br /&gt;I know that you love when we touch like that&lt;br /&gt;I can feel you need me&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to me&lt;br /&gt;Feels so good to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going outta my head I think I'm loosing all my mind&lt;br /&gt;Drive me crazy burning candles making love all night&lt;br /&gt;Feels so strange it feels so crazy to be in your world&lt;br /&gt;In your arms lost for words&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;You got me&lt;br /&gt;You got me Speechless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;You got me...speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Knowles, Heard, Barnes &amp;amp; Beyince&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Às vezes, nem sempre conseguimos exteriorizar e expressar os nossos sentimentos de uma forma fiel, ou até mesmo de forma alguma, assim, e devido a este facto, é dificil para mim escrever qualquer coisa que seja neste momento. Tenho coisas para dizer mas simplesmente não as consigo dizer e por isso tenho-as aqui só guardadas para mim, como se de um segredo se tratassem. Aquilo que venho a fazer é, então, ouvir uma musica e deixar-me tocar, de certa forma, pela combinaçao das suas palavras, vozes e instrumentos...e deixa-la falar por mim...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-115118069545095206?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/115118069545095206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=115118069545095206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115118069545095206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/115118069545095206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/06/speechless.html' title='Speechless'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-114833513068463832</id><published>2006-05-22T21:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-22T22:05:37.763Z</updated><title type='text'>It's Not Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/storm.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/storm.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;And what if I never kiss your lips again &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Or feel the touch of your sweet embrace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;How would I ever go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Without you there's no place to belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Well someday love is gonna lead you back to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;But 'til it doesn't I'll have an empty heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Somewhere out there you're thinking of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Untill the day I let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Untill we say our next hello &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;It's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Till I see you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;I'll be right here rememberin' when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;And if time is on our side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;There'll be no more tears to cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;On down the road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;There is one thing I can't deny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;It's not goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;Youd think I'd be strong enough to make it through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;And rise above when the rain falls down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;But it's so hard to be strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;When you've been missin' somebody so long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;It's just a matter of time I'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;But time takes time and I can't hold on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;So won't you try as hard as you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;To put my broken heart together again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By:&lt;/strong&gt; K.C. Porter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I won't give up easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I'll fight for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I've made my mind clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;I can't live without you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-114833513068463832?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-114812779269902529</id><published>2006-05-20T12:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-20T12:31:15.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through my smile I can hide the tears are drowning my soul&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/blood_cry.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/blood_cry.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So when you see me smiling, you hear me crying&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#000000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:130%;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;by:&lt;/span&gt; Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-114812779269902529?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/114812779269902529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=114812779269902529' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/114812779269902529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/114812779269902529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-114651740779873998</id><published>2006-05-01T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:12:20.746Z</updated><title type='text'>É o Nada, Sou o Nada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20%282%29%20de%20DSC01722.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/DSC01722.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sei que não sou mais que uma das mais pequenas estrelas que reluzem no céu&lt;br /&gt;Sou algo que não gostava de ser mas o sou além do meu querer&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um dia uma porta se abrirá onde tudo à minha frente brilhará e sorrirei&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sinto-me como um nada que nada fez para ser este nada que nada tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando tudo me parece sombras nem tenho a quem me aprisionar, a quem acorrentar e não mais libertar&lt;br /&gt;Tentativas de chegar a mim, de me fortificar que só me sepultam neste sentimento lunar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me pesado com o vazio que carrego no coração, um peso que me consome de tamanha ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Quero que me arrasem de sensação, que me levem para longe da solidão, para o além&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrasto-me levando comigo o nada que me carrega, e já sinto a terra a arrebatar-me a pele&lt;br /&gt;As minhas pernas fervilham à medida que as chamas devastam esta matéria inútil&lt;br /&gt;E os meus pulmões engasgam-se nas lágrimas salgadas que os condimenta sem piedade&lt;br /&gt;É o aclarar da alma, é o lavar do corpo, é o altear do morto, é a purificação do nada!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;DRE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-114651740779873998?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-114495497488492915</id><published>2006-04-13T18:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:06:18.266Z</updated><title type='text'>I saw an ANGEL</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My life is brilliant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;My love is pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of that I'm sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She smiled at me on the subway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She was with another man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I won't lose no sleep on that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I've got a plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;es she caught my eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As we walked on by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She could see from my face that I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fucking high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I don't think that I'll see her again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But we shared a moment that will last 'til the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;br /&gt;I saw your face in a crowded place&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'll never be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;You're beautiful, it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;There must be an angel with a smile on her face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When she thought up that I should be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But it's time to face the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I will never be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;James Blunt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/gothic-angel-1024x768.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, quem eu nunca esqueci&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, que pensava que já não te lembravas de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, que ainda consegues mexer comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, que és o espelho da perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, que afinal ainda aqui estás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Para ti, que p'ra sempre permanecerás no meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-114495497488492915?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/114495497488492915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=114495497488492915' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/114495497488492915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/114495497488492915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-saw-angel.html' title='I saw an ANGEL'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113993609436413289</id><published>2006-02-14T16:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:58:16.723Z</updated><title type='text'>WILD HORSES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/wild%20horses%20-%20I-night-x.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/wild%20horses%20-%20I-night-x.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I feel these four walls closing in&lt;br /&gt;Face up against the glass&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking out&lt;br /&gt;Is this my life I'm wondering&lt;br /&gt;It happened so fast&lt;br /&gt;How do I turn this thing around&lt;br /&gt;Is this the bed I chose to make&lt;br /&gt;There's greener pastures I'm thinking about&lt;br /&gt;Wide open spaces far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;To face the fear but not feel scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses I wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;Run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the boy I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Riding bare-back, care-free&lt;br /&gt;Along the shore&lt;br /&gt;If only that someone was me&lt;br /&gt;Jumping head-first, head-long&lt;br /&gt;Without a thought&lt;br /&gt;To act and DAMN the consequences&lt;br /&gt;How I wish it could be that easy&lt;br /&gt;But fear surrounds me like a fence&lt;br /&gt;I wanna break free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want is the wind in my hair&lt;br /&gt;To face the fear, but not feel scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses I wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;Run with the wild horses, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run too&lt;br /&gt;Recklessly abandoning myself before you&lt;br /&gt;I wanna open up my heart&lt;br /&gt;Telling how I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh, wild horses I wanna be like you&lt;br /&gt;Throwing caution to the wind, I'll run free too&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could recklessly love like I'm longing to&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;Run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;Run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna run with the wild horses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;words by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;Natasha Bedingfield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113993609436413289?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113993609436413289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113993609436413289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113993609436413289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113993609436413289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/02/wild-horses.html' title='WILD HORSES'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113887951069590146</id><published>2006-02-02T11:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-02T11:29:14.820Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20DSC01441.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Gostava de ser...&lt;br /&gt;A razão do teu viver&lt;br /&gt;A luz no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;A razão do teu sofrer&lt;br /&gt;O que te levaria a matar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gostava de ser...&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas que derramas&lt;br /&gt;As músicas que tanto amas&lt;br /&gt;O ar que respiras&lt;br /&gt;E o caminho que pisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nunca pensei...&lt;br /&gt;Chorar por te ver triste&lt;br /&gt;Rir-me das tuas piadas sem piada&lt;br /&gt;Mostrar-te o que de mim viste&lt;br /&gt;Seguirmos juntos por esta estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E jamais imaginaria...&lt;br /&gt;Ser o escolhido de alguém&lt;br /&gt;Ser desejado por ti&lt;br /&gt;Não ser o príncipe de mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Ser o que sou por ti&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir mais além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113887951069590146?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113887951069590146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113887951069590146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113887951069590146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113887951069590146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/02/gostava-de-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113841086276801396</id><published>2006-01-28T01:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-28T01:15:54.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Amor Julgado</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/400/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20hug.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Estará o nosso amor proibido&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles que se dizem detentores da razão?&lt;br /&gt;Mas não será mais forte o poder do coração&lt;br /&gt;Que arrebata qualquer sentido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estará o nosso amor condenado&lt;br /&gt;Por quem o vê como pudor e o julga&lt;br /&gt;Sem conhecer de facto o que o junta?&lt;br /&gt;O amor é nosso e p’los outros não será julgado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será o nosso amor excomungado&lt;br /&gt;Quando p’las ruas nos perdermos de amores&lt;br /&gt;Quando nos beijarmos por detrás de todos os rumores&lt;br /&gt;Seguiremos o nosso caminho sem temores&lt;br /&gt;Ultrapassando juntos por todos os horrores&lt;br /&gt;Sim o nosso amor será finalmente libertado&lt;br /&gt;Pouco importa se o condenam&lt;br /&gt;Se lhe apontam o dedo...&lt;br /&gt;O amor é isento de quaisquer valores&lt;br /&gt;Ele é cego e apenas cai sobre o coração&lt;br /&gt;Nada de futilidades e exteriores&lt;br /&gt;Ele segue como um dragão&lt;br /&gt;Ataca e pode matar qualquer um&lt;br /&gt;E matou-me a mim e a ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de preconceitos está o nosso amor nu&lt;br /&gt;Somos agora dois feitos num&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113841086276801396?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113841086276801396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113841086276801396' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113841086276801396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113841086276801396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/01/amor-julgado.html' title='Amor Julgado'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113771911492474369</id><published>2006-01-20T01:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-20T01:05:14.936Z</updated><title type='text'>Como posso ser feliz?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20DSC01315.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Deixo que a noite me invada&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a alma pesada&lt;br /&gt;Já nem sei em que pensar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Mas porquê chorar por algo que nunca tive?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo de falhar?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho, mas nunca saberei se não tentar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se não estás a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Se já não me sinto amado&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém me estende a mão&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ter então&lt;br /&gt;Paixão no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido já estou há muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Á espera de ser encontrado&lt;br /&gt;Talvez alguém me trará o vento&lt;br /&gt;Ou estarei já iluminado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho vontade de gritar&lt;br /&gt;Mas pelo o quê ou por quem se nada tenho?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho receio de cair&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais voltar a sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se não estás a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Se já não me sinto amado&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Se ninguém me estende a mão&lt;br /&gt;Como posso ter então&lt;br /&gt;Paixão no coração&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero uma razão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não posso eu ter uma alegria?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não posso me sentir feliz?&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia, nem que fosse só por um dia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poder amar e ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Como há muito tenho sonhado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by&lt;/strong&gt;: Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113771911492474369?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113771911492474369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113771911492474369' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113771911492474369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113771911492474369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/01/como-posso-ser-feliz.html' title='Como posso ser feliz?'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113727383306395389</id><published>2006-01-14T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:50:52.583Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/palace.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/palace.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que tente não lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Aquela noite, aquele luar&lt;br /&gt;O brilho nesses teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Que nem o tempo o irá apagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero dar-te um castelo onde te possa servir&lt;br /&gt;Onde satisfarei os teus desejos, os teus pecados&lt;br /&gt;As muralhas cerrarei para que não possamos fugir&lt;br /&gt;Será o nosso Palácio onde nos perderemos de tão amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixarei fugir, se esse é o teu medo&lt;br /&gt;Não precisarás de mais que a minha atenção&lt;br /&gt;Não esquecerei que necessitas da minha paixão&lt;br /&gt;Não permiterei que quebrem este rochedo&lt;br /&gt;Que é o nosso amor, que é hoje a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas serei a estrela que iluminará a tua vida&lt;br /&gt;Serei a luz que chega e não avisa&lt;br /&gt;Não deixarei a escuridão invadir-te&lt;br /&gt;De novo, não o vou cenceder&lt;br /&gt;Serei quem um dia te vai pedir&lt;br /&gt;Fica comigo, não me peças p'ra esquecer-te&lt;br /&gt;Ficarei contigo, não deixarei perderes-te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está mais um &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;. Espero que gostem e que comentem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113727383306395389?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113727383306395389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113727383306395389' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113727383306395389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113727383306395389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/01/por-mais-que-tente-no-lembrar-aquela.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113656850357552735</id><published>2006-01-06T16:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:37:18.890Z</updated><title type='text'>O ano das crianças</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/c_violenta_inger.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/c_violenta_inger.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"(...) Pus-me então a pensar que há temas e factos que, não constituindo um acontecimento , nos impõem uma continuidade dramática. Ou melhor: uma sucessão de ‘pequenos casos’ poderá ser considerada um acontecimento do ano? Penso que sim. Até porque a continuidade carrega um perigo.&lt;strong&gt; O risco de nos deixarmos adormecer perante a ‘normalidade’&lt;/strong&gt;. A ser assim, não posso deixar de me revoltar contra a ‘normalidade’ do ano que passou no que respeita aos crimes contra crianças. Não falarei do interminável processo Casa Pia, mas da sucessão arrepiante de casos que quase todos os dias tenho de relatar. &lt;strong&gt;Crianças espancadas. Crianças violadas pelos pais ou familiares. Recém-nascidos abandonados à morte em caixotes do lixo.&lt;/strong&gt; (…)&lt;br /&gt;(…) Se todos podemos compreender que há muitos sectores onde de facto se aprende com a experiência e os erros, a vida das crianças portuguesas não deveria estar neste saco. Devia, por exigência da humanidade, estar na primeira linha das preocupações de qualquer Governo. Deveria ser matéria onde se aposta tudo, em quantidade e qualidade, para que não se tente remediar o que não se preveniu. Porque ‘&lt;strong&gt;remediar’ é verbo patético quando olhamos nos olhos crianças que foram abusadas sexualmente pelos pais, que são espancadas diariamente&lt;/strong&gt;. E mete nojo ver como um assunto de tão básico e gritante atentado aos direitos humanos continua a merecer tantas hesitações de sucessivos governos, onde certamente não faltarão paizinhos que se preocupam com as notas dos filhos ou os metem no pedopsiquiatra se o menino anda ‘disperso’ ou ‘stressado’. &lt;strong&gt;Olhem nos olhos essas crianças sem comida na mesa que todos os dias sofrem de abusos dos próprios pais. Crianças a quem roubam a infância e a crença no amor&lt;/strong&gt;, mesmo debaixo do nosso nariz, mesmo ao nosso lado.&lt;strong&gt; Crianças que nunca poderão ser adultos equilibrados ou saudáveis.&lt;/strong&gt; E digam lá se haverá muitas prioridades maiores."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Recordo, a propósito, que ouvi outro dia a&lt;strong&gt; pena máxima&lt;/strong&gt; que a nossa Justiça reserva àquela mãe que abandonou o &lt;strong&gt;recém nascido no caixote do lixo, para morrer ao frio: cinco anos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem mais comentários”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/violence3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por &lt;strong&gt;Rodrigo Guedes de Carvalho &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in &lt;/em&gt;TvMais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;___________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Isto hoje ficou um pouco comprido, mas leiam,porque acho que este texto devia ser tomado em conta por toda a gente, pela situação que enfrentamos hoje em dia em relação à violência infantil. São elas, as crianças, o nosso futuro e só nos o podemos permitir. Fico à espera de opiniões!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113656850357552735?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113656850357552735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113656850357552735' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113656850357552735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113656850357552735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/01/o-ano-das-crianas.html' title='O ano das crianças'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113624987932023151</id><published>2006-01-03T00:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T11:43:24.310Z</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Manos.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/Manos.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Manos.0.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que um dia alguém possa estar aqui&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho ter alguém sempre perto de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho ter a quem dar o que tenho e o que não tenho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho transformar a vida de alguém com a minha chegada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho viver cada dia como se fosse o último&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho dedicar-me a alguém por inteiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho viver em função desse alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho ser feliz e fazer-te feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho, sem sonhar que sonho realmente por esse alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que um dia O dia acordará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que outra noite melhor que esta chegará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho continuamente sem te deixar por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho por só mais uma dança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho estender meus braços nos teus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho morder esse teu doce pescoço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho encostar minha cabeça na tua&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho meter as minhas mãos na tua cintura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho perder-me nessa tua imensidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho um dia conquistar teu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho a pensar que não queria mais uma desilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que foi tão bom enquanto durou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que pode vir mais, mas tenho medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que por tanto sonhar acabe apenas sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que, para aqueles que a têm, o sonho é o melhor da vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que, para aqueles que a vivem, o sonho é o pior da solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sonho que o sonho, sim, será a minha condenação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Espero que tenham todos passado uma boa passagem de ano Que este ano de 2006 só vos traga coisas boas porque o que já lá vai, já lá está! :P lol &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Não sei o que se passa mas ‘tou a começar a ficar com poucos comments :P mas desde que tenha pelo menos um por post já não é mau... Um obrigado a todos os que têm comentado e também aos que ainda não comentaram e já agora aos que nunca irão comentar! lol ****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113624987932023151?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113624987932023151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113624987932023151' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113624987932023151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113624987932023151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2006/01/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113581527931046543</id><published>2005-12-29T00:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-29T00:19:03.783Z</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Missed.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 149px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" height="213" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/Missed.0.jpg" width="148" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Come and break my empty soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've never felt so far from home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Missed.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Be my wings and help me fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As high as i want in this endless sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Give me your hand so i can hold it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I wanna feel your body invading mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Give me a chance to touch you again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Take all my fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Wipe away my tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always waitting for that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;When an angel will come, they said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope love is on my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hope it doesn't go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always wanting to feel like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always needing to clear my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Always dreaming of a kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I've been missed for a while&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Já há muito tempo que não colocava aqui nada em Inglês...aqui está!! Espero que gostem!! Quem tiver mais dificuldades em perceber Inglês fale comigo que eu arranjo uma tradução. Abraços e Beijos!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113581527931046543?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113581527931046543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113581527931046543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113581527931046543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113581527931046543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/12/missed.html' title='Missed'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113535693522749910</id><published>2005-12-23T16:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:55:35.236Z</updated><title type='text'>Será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Xmas.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/Xmas.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/Xmas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Natal é união,&lt;br /&gt;É alegria no coração&lt;br /&gt;Natal é iluminação&lt;br /&gt;É confraternização.&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal é para as crianças&lt;br /&gt;É época de mudanças&lt;br /&gt;Natal é tempo de lembranças&lt;br /&gt;E todas estas andanças&lt;br /&gt;Será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal dizem ser mágico&lt;br /&gt;Ser um mundo diferente&lt;br /&gt;Não será antes de plástico&lt;br /&gt;Todo este ambiente?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natal é união familiar&lt;br /&gt;É o nascer de um lar&lt;br /&gt;Natal é tempo de celebrar&lt;br /&gt;É ver o Pai Natal chegar&lt;br /&gt;Natal é Jesus brotar&lt;br /&gt;Só se for para quem nele acreditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será isto o Natal? Será?&lt;br /&gt;Cada um o dirá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah e tal...época natalícia ficava mal se não escrevesse aqui nada. Assim aqui fica este texto escrito por mim e espero que dêem a vossa opinião sincera. By the way... Merry Christmas!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113535693522749910?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113535693522749910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113535693522749910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113535693522749910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113535693522749910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/12/ser.html' title='Será?'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113512611023588930</id><published>2005-12-21T00:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-21T00:48:30.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Sempre Para Sempre</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/DonnaMaria1m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/DonnaMaria1m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor amigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor rebelde&lt;br /&gt;Amor antigo&lt;br /&gt;Amor de pele&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão longe&lt;br /&gt;Amor distante&lt;br /&gt;Amor de olhos&lt;br /&gt;Amor de amante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor de inverno&lt;br /&gt;Amor de verão&lt;br /&gt;Amor que rouba&lt;br /&gt;Como um ladrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor passageiro&lt;br /&gt;Amor não amado&lt;br /&gt;Amor que aparece&lt;br /&gt;Amor descartado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor despido&lt;br /&gt;Amor ausente&lt;br /&gt;Amor de corpo&lt;br /&gt;E sangue bem quente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor adulto&lt;br /&gt;Amor pensado&lt;br /&gt;Amor sem insulto&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca, nunca tocado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor secreto&lt;br /&gt;De cheiro intenso&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão próximo&lt;br /&gt;Amor de incenso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor que mata&lt;br /&gt;Amor que mente&lt;br /&gt;Amor que nada, mas nada&lt;br /&gt;Te faz contente me faz contente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor tão fraco&lt;br /&gt;Amor não assumido&lt;br /&gt;Amor de quarto&lt;br /&gt;Que faz sentido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca talvez&lt;br /&gt;Amor tão certo&lt;br /&gt;Que acaba de vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há amor de certezas&lt;br /&gt;Que não terá dor&lt;br /&gt;Amor que afinal&lt;br /&gt;É amor sem amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor é tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto&lt;br /&gt;E nada disto&lt;br /&gt;P'ra tanta gente&lt;br /&gt;É acabar um amor igual&lt;br /&gt;E começar um amor diferente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre, para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Miguel A. Majer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Esta música faz parte do albúm dos Donna Maria 'Tudo para Sempre', que é um album muito bom mesmo. Infelizmente a letra não foi escrita por mim mas acho que é um dos melhores retratos &lt;em&gt;dessa coisa&lt;/em&gt; a que chamam AMOR!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113512611023588930?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113512611023588930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113512611023588930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113512611023588930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113512611023588930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/12/sempre-para-sempre.html' title='Sempre Para Sempre'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113486753720479073</id><published>2005-12-18T00:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-18T00:58:57.220Z</updated><title type='text'>Chorar</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20DSC00988.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Choro por não conseguir chorar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E por mais que possa tentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não encontro lágrimas p'ra derramar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tou preso a esta secura que me há-de matar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora quero me sentir triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero chorar sobre o passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois do que de mim viste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis como &lt;em&gt;me has encontrado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tenho tanto amor para dar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas onde o poderei deixar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Preciso de alguém para amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém que me faça chorar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; Dre&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Aqui está mais um &lt;em&gt;textinho&lt;/em&gt; escrito por&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;mim. Nunca fui muito de chorar e não sei porque agora sinto falta de chorar... :S é estranho mas pronto... &lt;em&gt;Eu sou um gajo estranho&lt;/em&gt;! lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113486753720479073?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113486753720479073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113486753720479073' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113486753720479073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113486753720479073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/12/chorar.html' title='Chorar'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113443054246006738</id><published>2005-12-12T22:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:21:16.923Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/C??pia"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/C%3F%3Fpia%20de%20DSC00858.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de um abrigo para me acolher&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um manto onde me possa cobrir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que ninguém me possa reconhecer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque tanto medo tenho do que possam vir ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo sem saber,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque careço do essencial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vivo p'ra morrer,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste mundo que é em nada celestial&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de ouvir meu nome&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De rebolar num areal de emoções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de sangrar, de gritar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para que me possam escutar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de fugir destes turbilhões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De assim permanecer sem expressões&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de acordar para a realidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por termo a esta eternidade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto que ainda me falta tanto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas já só vejo o fim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de me despir deste manto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Preciso de deixar o que sofri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Deixar de estar assim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Centrar-me mais em mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Naquilo que só eu conheço de mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Depois de uma ligeira ausência, devida a um pequeno 'acidente' com este maldito computador, cá estou eu de novo nas minhas andanças...lol...Aqui está um poema que escrevi na aula de LP. Digam de vossa justiça! Mas sejam simpáticos :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113443054246006738?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113443054246006738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113443054246006738' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113443054246006738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113443054246006738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/12/preciso-de-um-abrigo-para-me-acolher.html' title=''/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113270081772854358</id><published>2005-11-22T23:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-22T23:26:52.356Z</updated><title type='text'>In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/x-dre.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/x-dre.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/x-dre.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tripped along many stones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Enough to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I found my own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I don't know where to go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Couldn't see where it leads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Making castles in the sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Afraid no one else would hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm stained from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sad, sad, sad little girl &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I see in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Your wear no disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm like a bird in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You helped me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly away...Fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back home...back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Holding on to memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Often scared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of what I'd see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then you came&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And rescued me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;And I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I see in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You wear no disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Help me find my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm like a bird in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You helped me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly away...Fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh and I know you'll never leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll follow you just anywhere that you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;In my life I can see you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I know I believe you will stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You wear no disguise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a bird in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You helped me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;I said you're like a bird in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;You helped me to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fly away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;Back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt; Anastacia &amp;amp; Glen Ballard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é muito bonita. E está um pouco relacionada com aquilo que aqui tenho posto anteriormente, por isso decido pô-la. Quem não conheçe a música que a arranje :P...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já agora queria agradeçer às pessoas que têm comentado os meus 'textos' anteriores. As opiniões que tenho recebido são muito boas e isso vai exigir de mim uma maior concentração e poder de redação para não vos desiludir nos meus futuros textos. Espero bem que não.&lt;br /&gt;****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113270081772854358?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113270081772854358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113270081772854358' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113270081772854358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113270081772854358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/11/in-your-eyes.html' title='In Your Eyes'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113235794566213924</id><published>2005-11-18T22:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:21:33.050Z</updated><title type='text'>E assim fico...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Sinto-me perdido na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Já não vejo por não querer ver&lt;br /&gt;Já não sinto o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Só com medo de te perder&lt;br /&gt;Ainda mesmo antes de te ter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim fico horas e horas&lt;br /&gt;A idealizar o ideal&lt;br /&gt;A pensar o impensável&lt;br /&gt;A imaginar o imaginário&lt;br /&gt;A ponderar o imponderável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E vou-me deixando levar&lt;br /&gt;Como quem vai com o vento&lt;br /&gt;À espera de encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que é hoje o meu desalento&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo a que chamo chamamento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim fico dias e dias&lt;br /&gt;A chorar sobre o passado&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não deve ser chorado&lt;br /&gt;Pois o sangue já está derramado&lt;br /&gt;E não mais pode ser lamentado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para quê viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Quando o tempo é tão escasso?&lt;br /&gt;Para quê pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu com esse coração de aço?&lt;br /&gt;E para quê pensar em mim&lt;br /&gt;Já habituado a este cansaço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Quando tudo aquilo que eu queria&lt;br /&gt;Era sentir aquele abraço...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/320/DSC0.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Words by:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aqui está o meu segundo &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt;...Este está em português :P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não vou falar do que escrevi porque cabe a cada um interpretar à sua maneira mas espero que gostem e que comentem...ah e espero que também gostem da foto...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113235794566213924?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113235794566213924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113235794566213924' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113235794566213924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113235794566213924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/11/e-assim-fico.html' title='E assim fico...'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18999873.post-113208378334105487</id><published>2005-11-15T18:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-17T15:21:49.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Guide My Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/me.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/200/me.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2071/1872/1600/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Don't leave me here alone&lt;br /&gt;Because only you could guide&lt;br /&gt;My way in this world &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are what keep me alive &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here crying&lt;br /&gt;For being on my own&lt;br /&gt;Because I am here lying&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a home &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't try to break me down&lt;br /&gt;Because I've gave my all&lt;br /&gt;And even I'm not feeling my ground&lt;br /&gt;You won't ever see my fall &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am waiting for a call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Words by:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;___________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Foi o meu primeiro &lt;em&gt;post&lt;/em&gt; neste meu novo espaço. Espero vir aqui muitas vezes...expressar aquilo que me vai na alma....e dar largas à minha imaginação...Espero que vos agrade!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18999873-113208378334105487?l=x-dre.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/feeds/113208378334105487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18999873&amp;postID=113208378334105487' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113208378334105487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18999873/posts/default/113208378334105487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://x-dre.blogspot.com/2005/11/guide-my-way.html' title='Guide My Way'/><author><name>x-dre</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06432535525598019075</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_Xd6wy625UfM/R6PNHbWhwiI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RDWbDGjusAE/S220/criss08.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
