<?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-6312548153952481812</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:18:30.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>És me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-683060092700273077</id><published>2008-12-20T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T17:58:33.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Última postagem</title><content type='html'>Obrigado aos que tiveram desse lado&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por me lerem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"- Xana, quero falar contigo."&lt;br /&gt;"- Não."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-683060092700273077?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/683060092700273077/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=683060092700273077' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/683060092700273077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/683060092700273077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/ltima-postagem.html' title='Última postagem'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-4295590252565806212</id><published>2008-12-16T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:15:36.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tainted Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tainted Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel I've got to run away&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away&lt;br /&gt;From the pain you drive into the heart of me.&lt;br /&gt;The love we share seems to go nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I've lost my light for I toss and turn - I can't sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I run to you&lt;br /&gt;now I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given -&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you.&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not living - oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love - Tainted love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know I've got to run away&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get away.&lt;br /&gt;You don't really want it any more from me -&lt;br /&gt;To make things right you need someone to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;And you'll think love is to pray but I'm sorry I don't pray that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I run to you&lt;br /&gt;now I'll run from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This tainted love you've given -&lt;br /&gt;I give you all a boy could give you.&lt;br /&gt;Take my tears and that's not living - oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't touch me please - I cannot stand the way you tease.&lt;br /&gt;I love you though you hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna pack my things and go.&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;Tainted love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 - Milk Inc&lt;br /&gt;2005 - Pussycat Dolls&lt;br /&gt;2002 - Marylin Manson&lt;br /&gt;1981 - Soft Cell&lt;br /&gt;1964 - Gloria Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSehtaY6k1U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NSehtaY6k1U&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-4295590252565806212?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/4295590252565806212/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=4295590252565806212' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/4295590252565806212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/4295590252565806212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/tainted-love.html' title='Tainted Love'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-1053198059368715420</id><published>2008-12-16T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T08:58:59.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can't take my eyes off you</title><content type='html'>Complicada que és, que não tiro os olhos de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te esquecer, e só me dás motivos para ficar mais confuso.&lt;br /&gt;Se não me queres, se não sou parte de ti, porque ficas ciumenta, porque ficas com cara feia, quando estou com outras, quando danço com outras.&lt;br /&gt;Não te entendo, és complicada.&lt;br /&gt;És balança, já te disse uma vez isso.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei se vale a pena esperar por ti, não sei se vale a pena ficar contigo.&lt;br /&gt;Ao mesmo tempo cortas-me as asas e dás-me esperanças&lt;br /&gt;Não sei ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/7a5nmO1P5lo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/7a5nmO1P5lo&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Blowers Daughter"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it would be&lt;br /&gt;Life goes easy on me&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The shorter story&lt;br /&gt;No love, no glory&lt;br /&gt;No hero in her sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;Just like you said it should be&lt;br /&gt;We'll both forget the breeze&lt;br /&gt;Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;And so it is&lt;br /&gt;The colder water&lt;br /&gt;The blower's daughter&lt;br /&gt;The pupil in denial&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I loathe you?&lt;br /&gt;Did I say that I want to&lt;br /&gt;Leave it all behind?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off of you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind off you&lt;br /&gt;I can't take my mind...&lt;br /&gt;My mind...my mind...&lt;br /&gt;'Til I find somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damien Rice&lt;br /&gt;The blowers Daughter&lt;br /&gt;Setembro 2001 - Irlanda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-1053198059368715420?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1053198059368715420/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=1053198059368715420' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/1053198059368715420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/1053198059368715420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-cant-take-my-eyes-off-you.html' title='I can&apos;t take my eyes off you'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-5555254331829610541</id><published>2008-12-10T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T16:18:31.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bela e o Monstro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;True as it can be&lt;br /&gt;Barely even friends&lt;br /&gt;Then somebody bends&lt;br /&gt;Unexpectedly&lt;br /&gt;Just a little change&lt;br /&gt;Small to say the least&lt;br /&gt;Both a little scared&lt;br /&gt;Neither one prepared&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever just the same&lt;br /&gt;Ever a surprise&lt;br /&gt;Ever as before&lt;br /&gt;Ever just as sure&lt;br /&gt;As the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Tune as old as song&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet and strange&lt;br /&gt;Finding you can change&lt;br /&gt;Learning you were wrong&lt;br /&gt;Certain as the sun&lt;br /&gt;Rising in the east&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Song as old as rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tale as old as time&lt;br /&gt;Song as old as rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Beauty and the Beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qtTPTxvoPA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9qtTPTxvoPA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-5555254331829610541?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5555254331829610541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=5555254331829610541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/5555254331829610541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/5555254331829610541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/12/beauty-and-beast-tale-as-old-as-time.html' title='A Bela e o Monstro'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-5089801290989845675</id><published>2008-11-17T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T19:07:12.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rebaixa Sentimental</title><content type='html'>Pensei já te ter esquecido&lt;br /&gt;Pensei já seres apenas uma boa lembrança&lt;br /&gt;Mas não&lt;br /&gt;Ainda estás muito em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho para outras, olho para outra em particular, ultimamente é ela que me faz sorrir, que me faz ficar mais feliz. Sinto-me bem com ela, porque não quero estar contigo, porque te quero esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Se não sou para ti, porque não sou? Será que algum dia o serei?&lt;br /&gt;É esta pergunta que me queima, e me faz gostar e pensar em ti. Pensar que um dia acordarás, e verás o erro que estás a fazer, e olharás para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Triste pensamento este, não sei?&lt;br /&gt;Pequena chama que alimenta o que gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Custumo pensar que és uma pequena parte dentro de meu coração, que todos os dias tento esquecer para não sofrer, racionalizar que não sou para ti, evitar fazer filmes, evitar lembrar-me de ti por inteira, por pequenos gestos, por pequenos toques, por pequenas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas há sempre algo que desperta, há sempre qualquer coisa, que deita abaixo todas as tentativas para te esquecer, todas as medidas para me abstrair de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Uma expressão tua na cara de uma outra pessoa, a tua forma de sorrir noutra pessoa, uma expressão ou um dizer teu, saído de uma boca que até desconheces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou um cheiro!&lt;br /&gt;Ou o teu cheiro!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste sina, triste inferno em mim&lt;br /&gt;Doce amargura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-5089801290989845675?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/5089801290989845675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=5089801290989845675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/5089801290989845675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/5089801290989845675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/11/rebaixa-sentimental.html' title='Rebaixa Sentimental'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-1657851749756441699</id><published>2008-06-09T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T14:14:55.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Foi só vê-la, tudo parou</title><content type='html'>Vais ver, não vais escapar&lt;br /&gt;Tu és mais um que o amor vai enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;E ele não dá só prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois foi só vê-la&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pra ela&lt;br /&gt;Tudo parou, nada mais te interessou&lt;br /&gt;Ficaste louco, de pés atados&lt;br /&gt;Tudo depois foi muito complicado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As emoções são aos milhões&lt;br /&gt;Nelas te afogas num mar de ilusões&lt;br /&gt;No paraíso de um lindo olhar&lt;br /&gt;Não é um anjo que vais encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A paixão tira-te os pés do chão&lt;br /&gt;Cada abraço é sempre mais um laço&lt;br /&gt;Uma prisão que te aperta com força, num nó de ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vais ver, quanto vais passar&lt;br /&gt;O amor não é nada fácil de viver&lt;br /&gt;Vais ver, não vais escapar&lt;br /&gt;Tu és mais um que o amor vai enfrentar&lt;br /&gt;E ele não dá só prazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma velha memória que aqui se aplica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbJA3CLGz5Q&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/SbJA3CLGz5Q&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-1657851749756441699?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/1657851749756441699/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=1657851749756441699' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/1657851749756441699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/1657851749756441699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/06/foi-s-v-la-tudo-parou.html' title='Foi só vê-la, tudo parou'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-9173625399690398638</id><published>2008-05-07T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:32:04.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fugir de ti</title><content type='html'>Porque não podemos controlar o coração?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não controlamos o quanto gostamos de alguém?&lt;br /&gt;Há pouco vi-te ao longe no corredor,&lt;br /&gt;E num impulso .. decidi esconder-me&lt;br /&gt;Vi-te de novo já ao fundo,&lt;br /&gt;Pouco depois de onde tinha estado.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Deito-me a pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que pudesse controlar isso&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que não ver-te seria melhor&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que "longe da vista, longe do coração" teria algum senso&lt;br /&gt;.. E tem&lt;br /&gt;Mas piora quando voltamos a ver essa pessoa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-9173625399690398638?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/9173625399690398638/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=9173625399690398638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/9173625399690398638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/9173625399690398638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/05/fugir-de-ti.html' title='Fugir de ti'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-3777675625122027076</id><published>2008-01-22T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-22T11:09:48.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te</title><content type='html'>Gostava de poder sair à rua, e dizer a todos o quanto gosto de ti&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que ao dizê-lo, as pessoas sorrissem e dissessem que já sabiam&lt;br /&gt;E que apenas estavam à espera que nós nos revelassemos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Estás em mim, és importante para mim, tenho falta de ti&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falta de te cheirar&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falta desse perfume misturado com o leve odor a tabaco&lt;br /&gt;Tenho falta de te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;De te raptar por momentos em meus braços, e sentir o tempo parar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6312548153952481812-3777675625122027076?l=es-me.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/feeds/3777675625122027076/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6312548153952481812&amp;postID=3777675625122027076' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/3777675625122027076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6312548153952481812/posts/default/3777675625122027076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://es-me.blogspot.com/2008/01/quero-te.html' title='Quero-te'/><author><name>Mima</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12810978579259250754</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/S97cmaG1Q_I/AAAAAAAAAh0/Z9vgOqKAu_M/S220/Mima.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6312548153952481812.post-6850087989445672069</id><published>2008-01-02T13:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T14:18:30.782-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perdi-te ao acordar</title><content type='html'>Perguntás-te me se não estava triste&lt;br /&gt;Perguntás-te me se tinha sido pior por ter acontecido o que aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Perguntás-te me tão pouca coisa mas pensaste em tanto&lt;br /&gt;Acordei a pensar nisso, acordei a pensar que te perdi&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te assim que abri os olhos e desapareceste com o meu sonho&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-te ontem, perdi-te&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/R3wNWikGdCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WbEnAtbz61k/s1600-h/Senha+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 148px; height: 137px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_c49LEpB3CuA/R3wNWikGdCI/AAAAAAAAAHE/WbEnAtbz61k/s200/Senha+02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151006754691511330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;Gostava que as pessoas tivessem etiquetas assim penduradas&lt;br /&gt;Para podermos procurar alguém, que tenha o nosso nome escrito&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de como me estou a sentir&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de não te ter&lt;br /&gt;E de te perder .. 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