<?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-8705761</id><updated>2011-04-22T01:19:44.878-03:00</updated><title type='text'>ANDREAS MARTINS 69</title><subtitle type='html'>Suas alegrias, triunfos, sucessos e felicidade não me pertencem, mas seus risos e sorrisos fazem parte dos meus maiores bens... tks</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://templanario.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8705761/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://templanario.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8705761/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Olho de Cego</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10691409503581347195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>123</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8705761.post-7970613622552915499</id><published>2007-12-23T12:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-23T12:46:14.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Peso - Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcoQLTFnHTo"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcoQLTFnHTo"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BcoQLTFnHTo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...meu amor eu dou de graça, mas voce cobra tudo mesmo assim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Acabado ainda não... Posso estar um pouco fora de forma&lt;br /&gt;Mas, acabado nem tanto, já vi piores... rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos últimos anos tenho feito uma retrospectiva de minha vida, bem este ano não farei.&lt;br /&gt;não ha grandes mudanças para que eu faça esta retrospectiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claro que houve muitas coisas neste período, coisas boas e outras nem tanto assim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, em vez de fazer um levantamento de minhas conquistas ou fracassos vou deixar&lt;br /&gt;a vida seguir... que as coisas aconteçam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa em mim não mudou, embora eu gostaria que pelo menos algumas mudassem.&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, estou cansado de algumas coisas, mas não existem culpados, minto, existe sim,&lt;br /&gt;eu, eu sou o culpado por manter algumas situações e morrer em algumas noites por&lt;br /&gt;minha completa falta de respeito por mim, e às vezes pelas outras pessoas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É interessante ver o tempo passando, começo a observar as coisas de uma outra maneira,&lt;br /&gt;vejo as pessoas mudando, o ambiente mudando, o tempo muda, mas sempre tem alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;imutável, nem o tempo, nem a ação natural das coisas a alteram simplesmente continua&lt;br /&gt;ali, daquele jeito que você conheceu, daquele jeito que você deixou. Vai ficar ali por anos,&lt;br /&gt;séculos, milênios, por toda a eternidade talvez, para que possa lembrar às pessoas, assim&lt;br /&gt;como eu, como você que existe algo mais forte que o tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu falei, falei e não disse do que se trata, mas fica assim&lt;br /&gt;cada um interprete da maneira que mais convier, que mais te faça feliz,  é seu infinito particular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Depois da última noite de festa chorando e esperando amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;As coisas aconteciam com alguma explicação"&lt;/em&gt; É assim que as coisas são, ficar esperando, chorando, mas ao final ha explicação, por mais "besta" que seja...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero deixar aqui registrado meu abraço às pessoas que se fizeram presentes de uma maneira ou outra em minha vida, as que me apoiaram, as que pelo menos me cumprimentaram, as que me amaram e as que me odiaram independente das razões,  a todas as pessoas que olharam e falaram algo, desde que proferiram ofensas as que entoaram boas palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Posso às vezes ser marrento, fazer papel de bobo, brincar com minha sexualidade e com as de vocês, posso ser ignorante ou ignorado,  posso ser amado e não amar... Mas, fiquem certos em mim sempre vai ter um espaço para cada um de vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha família que tem que me aturar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e a todos os meus amigos e inimigos&lt;br /&gt;que graças à ajuda de todos vocês&lt;br /&gt;eu pude me tornar uma pessoa melhor,&lt;br /&gt;talvez não tão melhor assim, só um&lt;br /&gt;pouco...rs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem por esta vida, passou em branca nuvem e em plácido repouso adormeceu.&lt;br /&gt;Quem não sentiu o frio da desgraça. Quem passou pela vida e não sofreu.&lt;br /&gt;Foi espectro de homem, não foi homem. Só passou pela vida, não a viveu."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Felicidade a todas voces e sucesso sempre!!! Baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Texto de Lílian Maial &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;Nasci mulher, é fato Gameta indiscutível, Cometa irremediável, Soneto jamais escrito. Cresci menina, concordo, De pernas cruzadas, Cabelos alinhados, Pelos depilados. Vivi madura, é certo. Aprendi a traçar os olhos, A disfarçar as lágrimas, A não borrar a maquiagem. Sonhei criança, feliz. Escrevi meus passos, Acreditei nos planos, Colhi meus frutos. Provoquei emoções, faz parte. Ensinei meus truques, Repiquei batuques, Batalhei com arte. Briguei na vida, gritei. Enfoquei os problemas, Resolvi os teoremas, Me entreguei a poemas. Quebrei espelhos, de raiva. Escondi a dor, Distribuí amor, Superei o tempo. Amei demais, está em mim. Mulher sem amor não existe. Atraí desejos, por capricho, Ou não, por pura paixão. Caminhei e caí, me ergui. E não pretendo mudar. Arregacei as mangas tantas vezes, Que já nem sei desenrolar. Mas...quer saber? É uma delícia ser mulher! Não troco por nada, por ninguém. Volto assim mil vezes, se puder. E quando o véu da noite, De inveja e despeito me levar, Que o amor que distribuí, Os frutos que plantei, venham, enfim, me regar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Proprio de mim &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Espreito minha obscuridadee a deflagro intensamentenas mentiras do que sintoe logo esqueço.Porque não sou o que pareçoApenas pareço seraos olhos daquelesque pensam me conhecer. Do profundo sou o mais raso,superficial e incompleto,de mim ando cheio do descasopor não ser tão predileto. Dividir-me em tantosnão ser nenhum,causar tantos prantose ser mais um... Nada valho quando me exponho,complexidades são mais atraentes.Os tolos versos que componho,são para quem quero indiferentes. Espreito minha insignificânciae a comungo com minha insolência.Degenero meu tempo,ardo em minha intolerância.Não me desfaço nem compadeço.Não habito o lar com endereço,sou pedaço de todos aos quais aturo,sem presente, passado ou futuro...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Sem piedade e terror, mensagens gravadas, inconciencias da dor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;do jeito facil conquistei voce e com verdades mas pra mim tudo bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ja pintei o sete com o seu amor... &lt;/div&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;Usando un cuadro viejo... del termina convención de Tatuaje de año pasado... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mientras yo duermo el falo con las paredes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo espero por en el usted mañana , yo lo ato cuando Dios (yo) las necesidades &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las fases malo de los conveniencias de vida cambiados sin la armonía... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Intente explicar a mí Dios que usted no tiene la fe... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo lo ato cuando yo (puede)... yo salgo aunque donde yo no sé &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo no sé, para dónde yo no sé... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero está claro &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que yo no necesito decirle &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo que es bueno el malo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;usted necesita saber que yo espero por usted en el mañana ... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;La carta de música de la venda de mis grandes Amigos Babel, con las alteraciones pequeñas para ella para retratarme... bien así como el egocéntrico... rs &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;... Sin la misericordia y terror, los mensajes grabados, inconsciencia del dolor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de la manera fácil yo lo conquisté y con las verdades pero para mí todo bien &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yo ya levanté el infierno con su amor... &lt;/div&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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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Como seria tão simples, ah meu Deus como seria simples viver e menos doloroso viver em prol de uma vida digna, honesta, sem ter que criar personagens diversificados para cada evento da vida. Hoje sou o escritor poeta, amanha louco roqueiro rebelde, produtor frustrado, apaixonado neurótico cheio de paranóias suicidas. Enfim nada como ser eu mesmo, e não fazer idéia do que seja isso, procurar minha parte perdida, meu yang, procurar meu ponte de equilíbrio... pois é certo que necessito disso, para quem sabe tentar ser quem eu sou, ou quem eu fui, sem ter que fazer apresentações espetaculosas de uma vida que por vezes parece não ser a minha.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto esse dia não vem, vou vivendo e morrendo meu louco sonho de Icaro, só espero que o sol tenha pena de minhas asas tão cuidadosamente coladas com cera.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar que o próximo ano seja assim, um pouco mais de alegrias do que frustrações, esperar que não seja aquela garrafa de vinho minha única companheira para os momentos de angustia, ou melhor que eu não tenha tantos ou nenhum momento de angustia.&lt;br /&gt;Bem caro leitor, é isso, um ótimo fim de tarde, um ótimo fim de ano, e uma ótima vida, e aos que estão morrendo uma boa morte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...quem não viaja, quem não lê, quem não ouve música,&lt;br /&gt;quem destrói o seu amor próprio, quem não se deixa ajudar. &lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem se transforma escravo do hábito, &lt;br /&gt;repetindo todos os dias o mesmo trajeto, &lt;br /&gt;quem não muda as marcas no supermercado, &lt;br /&gt;não arrisca vestir uma cor nova, não conversa &lt;br /&gt;com que não conhece. &lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem evita uma paixão, quem prefere o "preto no branco" e os "pingos nos is" a um turbilhão de emoções indomáveis, &lt;br /&gt;justamente as que resgatam brilho nos olhos, sorrisos e soluços, coração aos tropeços, sentimentos. &lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem não vira a mesa quando está infeliz no trabalho; &lt;br /&gt;quem não arrisca o certo pelo incerto atrás de um sonho; quem não se permite, uma vez na vida, fugir dos conselhos sensatos. &lt;br /&gt;Morre lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;Quem passa os dias queixando-se da má sorte ou da chuva incessante, desistindo de um projeto antes de iniciá-lo, não perguntando sobre um assunto que desconhece e não respondendo quando lhe indagam o que sabe. &lt;br /&gt;Evitemos a morte em doses suaves, &lt;br /&gt;recordando sempre que estar vivo exige um esforço muito maior do que o simples ato de respirar... 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She come around,&lt;br /&gt;She come round here, her head to the ground?&lt;br /&gt;Come round here just about midnight,&lt;br /&gt;She makes me feel so good, make me feel all right.&lt;br /&gt;She come round my street, now&lt;br /&gt;She come to my house&lt;br /&gt;Knock upon my door&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up my stairs--one, two, three&lt;br /&gt;Come on baby&lt;br /&gt;Here she is in my room, oh boy&lt;br /&gt;Hey what's your name? &lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;Where'd you go to school?&lt;br /&gt;Well, now that we know each other a little bit better,&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you come over here and make me feel all right!&lt;br /&gt;Chorus: Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a&lt;br /&gt;Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a&lt;br /&gt;Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a&lt;br /&gt;Gloria--g-l-o-r-i-a&lt;br /&gt;You were my queen and I was your fool,&lt;br /&gt;Riding home after school.&lt;br /&gt;You took me home&lt;br /&gt;To your house.&lt;br /&gt;Your father's at work,&lt;br /&gt;Your mama's out shopping around.&lt;br /&gt;Check me into your room.&lt;br /&gt;Show me your thing.&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you do it baby?&lt;br /&gt;Getting softer--slow it down, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Now you show me your thing.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your legs around my neck,&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your arms around my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your hair around my skin.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna huh--all right, ok, yeah.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting harder--It's getting too darn fast, etc.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, now, let's get it on.&lt;br /&gt;Too late, too late, too late, too late, too late,&lt;br /&gt;Make me feel all right!&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;Keep the whole thing going, baby!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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tentei afogar as lembranças&lt;br /&gt;que eu tinha de você bebendo mais vinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my imagination&lt;br /&gt;Starts running wild,&lt;br /&gt;I snap my fingers&lt;br /&gt;And you’re there by my side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quando minhas lembranças&lt;br /&gt;começaram a fugir selvagen&lt;br /&gt;sestalei meus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;e você estava ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t go on without your love,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no song without your love...&lt;br /&gt;Ain’t no reason, ain’t no rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Without your loveI’ll go out of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso prosseguir sem seu amor&lt;br /&gt;não existe canções sem seu amor&lt;br /&gt;não há razão, não há rima&lt;br /&gt;sem seu amor eu vou perder minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been getting too lazy,&lt;br /&gt;Letting myself go,Feeling like a refugee&lt;br /&gt;No one cares for anymore...&lt;br /&gt;Endless lonely days,&lt;br /&gt;I just try to get through,&lt;br /&gt;And there’s no 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existe canções sem seu amornão há razão,&lt;br /&gt;não há rima sem seu amoreu vou perder minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me dance,&lt;br /&gt;You make me sing,&lt;br /&gt;When I’m with youI can do anything...&lt;br /&gt;When I’m cold,You keep me warm.&lt;br /&gt;And give me shelter&lt;br /&gt;From the howling storm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me faz dançar&lt;br /&gt;você me faz cantar&lt;br /&gt;quando eu estou com você&lt;br /&gt;eu posso fazer qualquer&lt;br /&gt;coisa quando estou frio,&lt;br /&gt;você me mantém quente e&lt;br /&gt;me dá abrigocontra uma enorme tempestade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go on without you love,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no song without your love...&lt;br /&gt;There ain’t no reason, there ain’t no rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Without your loveI’ll go out of my mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não posso prosseguir sem seu amor&lt;br /&gt;não existe canções sem seu amor não há razão,&lt;br /&gt;não há rimasem seu amoreu vou perder minha cabeça&lt;div 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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Sou apenas mais uma pessoa num mundo injusto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Onde nada nem ninguém me entende &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Minha família me despreza e me critica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Meus amigos são falsos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Até meu amigo imaginário me corrompe com suas mentiras sem fim Sou apenas mais um brinquedo de dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Um brinquedo sem utilidade &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Minha doença emocional não é compreendida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Minha alma não e bem querida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Meus olhos são vazados de dor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Minha boca sangra e chora sem a doce morte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que me deixou em prantos sem solução &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aqui estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aqui sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Vermes me desejam &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Abrutes me esperam para o jantar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;A terra, maldita terra me suga para si &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;E nada nem ninguém me entende além de um mísero boneco de pano &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Que ate parece ser muito feliz, mas é apenas sua boca mal desenhada &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Mas ele também não tem ninguém para lhe confortar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aqui nós dois estamos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Aqui nós dois morremos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Nessa vida injusta e maldita &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script src="http://www.google-analytics.com/urchin.js" type="text/javascript"&gt;
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