<?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-746223058207835201</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:13:15.531-02:00</updated><category term='O'/><title type='text'>PLAY IT AGAIN</title><subtitle type='html'>"Como o lar e a paz, aos quais nenhum caminho o poderia levar... "</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1832153795436395301</id><published>2012-01-18T11:04:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T11:04:02.060-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUoUzXG6AiE/TxbDItMH3hI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EVa1EVF9iYA/s1600/ruin.bmp" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="243" nfa="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUoUzXG6AiE/TxbDItMH3hI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EVa1EVF9iYA/s320/ruin.bmp" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tempo de celebrar o silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Denso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Seu pincel colorindo as ruas com cinza.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Um último aplauso pela obra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Te deixo as ruínas do que fora uma cidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Singing: “cathedrals in my heart…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-1832153795436395301?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1832153795436395301/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1832153795436395301' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1832153795436395301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1832153795436395301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2012/01/tempo-de-celebrar-o-silencio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yUoUzXG6AiE/TxbDItMH3hI/AAAAAAAAAK8/EVa1EVF9iYA/s72-c/ruin.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-6241300377360687222</id><published>2011-11-18T15:23:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T10:32:48.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Y</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cansada de despedidas…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cansada desse código estéreo de conduta que&amp;nbsp;teima em me perseguir...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maldito esse mundo onde as crianças têm as asas arrancadas ao nascer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maldito esse mundo de enxugar o rosto e engolir soluço...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Maldito isso que chamam de coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Homem de lata às avessas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orCaWum6l50/TsaViDNP70I/AAAAAAAAAKk/AhoGLML-pyA/s1600/Homem+maquina.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orCaWum6l50/TsaViDNP70I/AAAAAAAAAKk/AhoGLML-pyA/s320/Homem+maquina.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-6241300377360687222?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6241300377360687222/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=6241300377360687222' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6241300377360687222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6241300377360687222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2011/11/y.html' title='Y'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-orCaWum6l50/TsaViDNP70I/AAAAAAAAAKk/AhoGLML-pyA/s72-c/Homem+maquina.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-7286840921282357345</id><published>2011-08-01T12:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T12:01:54.409-03:00</updated><title type='text'>"Feel the void..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;"Soy un perdedor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;I'm a loser, baby... so why don't you kill me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Hoje vi um pedacinho de mim reaparecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Por tanto tempo andara com alguma coisa amarga na boca... e nem sabia que era a ausência dele...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O fato é que apareceu... e é tão bom saber que a gente ainda existe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;- Ainda existo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Mundo, mundo... que tanto fez por extingui-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;1 x 0 pra mim!&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/746223058207835201-7286840921282357345?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7286840921282357345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=7286840921282357345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7286840921282357345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7286840921282357345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2011/08/feel-void.html' title='&quot;Feel the void...&quot;'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-2619886153778077922</id><published>2011-05-23T15:15:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T15:20:37.549-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img height="320" id="il_fi" src="http://www.reviewstl.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/12/The-Tree-of-Life-Movie-Poster-Brad-Pitt-Sean-Penn.jpg" style="padding-bottom: 8px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 8px;" width="214" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Finalmente assisti ao filme "The Tree of Life".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Já tinha lido a sinopse, mas confesso que fiquei impressionada, mesmo já tendo imaginado como seria incluir um tema universal como a origem de tudo num filme sobre família.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Acho que a platéia não estava muito preparada para ver um tema banal ser tratado de maneira tão ampla e intensa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Engraçado pensar nos bilhões de anos necessários para que pudéssemos estar exatamente aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A vida passa a adquirir um significado monumental. E embora todas essas coisas estejam diante dos nossos olhos todos os dias, não as vemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;É reconfortante saber que algumas pessoas ainda tentam acordar o mundo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Passo noites e noites me perguntando uma infinidade de coisas e não consigo entender como as pessoas podem viver sem se questionar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Não é preciso remontar à epoca em que as primeiras moléculas&amp;nbsp;começaram a se agrupar, alguns anos já são suficientes para mudar a dimensão das coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Posso pensar nos meus bisavós que atravessaram o Atlântico de navio, fugindo da guerra na Itália, e trabalharam duro pra construir a vida no Brasil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;E sei muito bem como é deixar a terra em que nascemos para buscar uma vida melhor. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Posso pensar na minha vó, que ficou viúva muito cedo, perdeu tudo o que tinha num incêndio, e terminou de criar os filhos sozinha, recomeçando do zero.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Ou mesmo minha mãe, que renunciou à liberdade para se dedicar aos filhos, e suportou muitas coisas durante anos que eu não suportaria por cinco minutos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Cada geração que veio antes de mim me deixou de herança a dádiva de experimentar a vida, e com ela o dever de honrar a luta de dos meus antepassados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho o dever de buscar respostas; de lutar pelos direitos iguais entre homens e mulheres; de negar as religiões que têm como fim exterminar o homem; de defender o amor entre pessoas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;do mesmo sexo; de combater os que propagam a ignorância e a injustiça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Tenho o dever de honrar os que foram mortos pela Inquisição, todas mulheres que já sofreram abusos, os exilados e torturados pela ditadura, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;os refugiados de guerras, e todas as pessoas ao redor do mundo que lutam todos os dias por uma vida mais justa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-2619886153778077922?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-5705546318708186481</id><published>2010-02-23T23:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T23:13:58.957-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/S4R9QAOjopI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DFKUIfbQ7tU/s1600-h/7263amor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441611963662836370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/S4R9QAOjopI/AAAAAAAAAGE/DFKUIfbQ7tU/s320/7263amor.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/746223058207835201-5705546318708186481?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3142866375194241191</id><published>2009-09-22T20:30:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:48:48.705-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fôlego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SrliExRF0-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-6iTrPO2h2k/s1600-h/Athene_goddess_of_Justice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384442663582159842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 238px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SrliExRF0-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-6iTrPO2h2k/s320/Athene_goddess_of_Justice.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hoje apenas os sentidos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A hipnose dos seus olhos sofridos e doces...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero respirar teu hálito fresco,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Deitar meus olhos no teu contorno suave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua dança de deusa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Teu cheiro de "estar em casa"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Perco o meu fôlego e força,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respiro profundamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tua arte milenar de conquista,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Entrego meus olhos, meu controle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero beber teus lábios macios, molhados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abandonar meu corpo mortal no seu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha amante, minha amada, minha...&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/746223058207835201-3142866375194241191?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3142866375194241191/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3142866375194241191' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3142866375194241191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3142866375194241191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2009/09/folego.html' title='Fôlego'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SrliExRF0-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/-6iTrPO2h2k/s72-c/Athene_goddess_of_Justice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3487895157085666060</id><published>2009-03-26T19:03:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T19:09:41.264-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Circle</title><content type='html'>&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;Alguém que faça o mundo desmoronar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E dois olhos que são capazes de segurar tornados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero cantar pra você até perder o fôlego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tantos segundos adiados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repousar meu espírito no seu abraço... nas tuas mãos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu castelo, minha espada, meu sangue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;It cannot wait, I'm yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-3487895157085666060?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3487895157085666060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Sobre a cegueira</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sa3QuNBfF9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/EmOJ18p24o8/s1600-h/Nova+Imagem.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309129027928135634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 309px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sa3QuNBfF9I/AAAAAAAAAFc/EmOJ18p24o8/s320/Nova+Imagem.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sa3Qks3SZpI/AAAAAAAAAFU/Rk6uWrtEeKk/s1600-h/Nova+Imagem.png"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Queria você no meu mundo por alguns instantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor não precisa de gritos ou violência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que todas as luzes estejam apagadas,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não consigo dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/span&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/746223058207835201-5280808618600645433?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5280808618600645433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=5280808618600645433' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3962118173673138308</id><published>2009-03-01T17:43:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:08:10.080-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sarql_JvH4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tJxHnsc1cjY/s1600-h/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308313049137880962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sarql_JvH4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tJxHnsc1cjY/s320/tired.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dor no corpo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando você não consegue mais carregar o peso de todos os erros...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Arrepender-se e arrepender-se..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as palavras não ditas... estragos...&lt;br /&gt;As plantinhas morrendo sem água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ah se houvesse um botãozinho pra desligar tudo...&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/746223058207835201-3962118173673138308?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3962118173673138308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3962118173673138308' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3962118173673138308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3962118173673138308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2009/03/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Sarql_JvH4I/AAAAAAAAAFM/tJxHnsc1cjY/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-5129017239488542138</id><published>2009-02-24T23:22:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:21:59.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SaSg4AbctPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G3YvF0oMUoE/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306543144997532914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SaSg4AbctPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G3YvF0oMUoE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Universos paralelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um filme da sua vida, e a película se desintegrando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperar ouvir aquela voz de novo, e ter a falsa sensação de estar em casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aceitar os espaços vazios e os analgésicos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Respirar fundo, enxugar os olhos e dar mais um passo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As tempestades como os dias de sol um dia acabam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;As palavras não doeram tanto como ver aquela estrada partida em dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Where I'm going you're not allowed to go..."&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/746223058207835201-5129017239488542138?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5129017239488542138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=5129017239488542138' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5129017239488542138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5129017239488542138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2009/02/le-fin.html' title='La Fin'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SaSg4AbctPI/AAAAAAAAAFE/G3YvF0oMUoE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-4241057154438772454</id><published>2009-02-16T23:26:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T23:35:58.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Hier</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SZoUcLHEQLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/56K9ZDqaBr0/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303573985433501874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SZoUcLHEQLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/56K9ZDqaBr0/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida em preto e branco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um gole para calar as vozes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Que o vento sopre mais uma vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Silêncio e flores murchando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Será que ela vai saber meu primeiro e último pensamento?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Invisible things...&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo. Meu mundo. Meu mundo.&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;"I wish I had stayed, Clementine..."&lt;/strong&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/746223058207835201-4241057154438772454?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4241057154438772454/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=4241057154438772454' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/4241057154438772454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/4241057154438772454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2009/02/hier.html' title='Hier'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SZoUcLHEQLI/AAAAAAAAAE8/56K9ZDqaBr0/s72-c/15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-2452632531197797975</id><published>2008-10-19T23:08:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:21:21.843-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dentro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SPvc_RntutI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8RZVF-Y_-vA/s1600-h/vazio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259039969505032914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SPvc_RntutI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8RZVF-Y_-vA/s320/vazio.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Eu já fingi ser muito melhor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eu já aprendi ser pior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas sem mentiras..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nervos adormecidos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Estou embaixo d'água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não importa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não sinto nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O vestígio de sombra que pudesse me fazer lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mais dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma imensidão de vazios. Gritos secos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rezo por um ímpeto... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cubro os arranhões com meus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minhas mãos te procuram através do vidro.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que dessa vez não podes quebrá-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/746223058207835201-2452632531197797975?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2452632531197797975/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=2452632531197797975' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2452632531197797975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2452632531197797975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2008/10/dentro.html' title='Dentro'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/SPvc_RntutI/AAAAAAAAAC4/8RZVF-Y_-vA/s72-c/vazio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-8941209914911244038</id><published>2008-09-01T00:38:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T00:49:56.969-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre os sorrisos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A eterna luta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Correr ou não...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quem sabe gritar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O meu dentro rasgando a pele, implorando pela luz do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não pude dá-la... enterrei-o com força...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parte de mim se rompeu...&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;Prometi todas as coisas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não as pude cumprir...&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;Deixei que ela fosse...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como doeu a distância...&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;Foi o que restou, a insanidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Noites em branco... &lt;/span&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;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Corro e corro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E aqui estou... no mesmo lugar...&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;"COMO O LAR E A PAZ, AOS QUAIS NENHUM CAMINHO O PODERIA LEVAR."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-8941209914911244038?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8941209914911244038/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=8941209914911244038' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8941209914911244038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8941209914911244038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2008/09/sobre-os-sorrisos.html' title='Sobre os sorrisos'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-2334590753602078466</id><published>2008-05-13T20:19:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:51:05.464-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Primeiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ouvi a mesma música repetidas vezes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um esforço a cada tentativa de tirá-la da minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Andar pelas ruas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O vento frio, milhares de sensações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A presença dela em toda parte, como se o ar a trouxesse pra dentro de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meus olhos molhados, fugindo de coisas que tornariam esse dia impossível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A liberdade. Um preço alto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Cubro todos os sons. Recolho a respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na minha cabeça um filme. Quem dera o tempo fosse um filme e os segundos pudessem ser revividos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sinto frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não pude ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Esperei algum tempo e não pude ir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Continuo vendo aquele sorriso na minha frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O difícil é escapar das coisas que estão dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mesma música cem vezes. Um lugar onde não houvesse o lembrar, o arrepender-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu coração empurra meu corpo pra dentro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Não era o caminho mais fácil. Era o único.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Imagino qualquer coisa impossível. Um desejo doído...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O choro de novo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A beleza das coisas que espero ver, a das que já enfeitiçaram meus olhos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há quanto tempo não passava um dia sem aquela voz? Um dia, cem anos. &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;Não sei dizer porque as coisas me inundam desse jeito. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Às vezes um peso enorme...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A fusão das formas. &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;Moraria num segundo. O que a vida trará não se sabe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até aqui, moraria num segundo. O ápice de uma existência. &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;Que não seja essa dor em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida, uma bobagem, meu coração, ridículo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O estar incompleto. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor, um sem fim de razões,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu coração ingrato.&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;Vou procurá-la em outros tempos, outros lugares, outros abraços...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que entra fica preso para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O romance jamais representado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-2334590753602078466?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2334590753602078466/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=2334590753602078466' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2334590753602078466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2334590753602078466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2008/05/o-primeiro.html' title='O Primeiro'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1340704908877914858</id><published>2008-03-05T00:00:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T00:00:49.188-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"A mulher dilacera o meu estômago com suas unhas roxas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma dor de desmaiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o momento ali... minha dor viva...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Suas unhas cortantes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meu coração disparado...&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;Meus olhos se enchem d'água...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E ela continua...Ela sabe o que fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o momento... a única chance...&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;O amanhã revelará o sonho... e não haverá mais volta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Beijo sua boca enquanto me parte em dois...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando o dia nascer....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero ter ido ao inferno..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-1340704908877914858?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1340704908877914858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1340704908877914858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1340704908877914858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1340704908877914858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2008/03/mulher-dilacera-o-meu-estmago-com-suas.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-7338019196969822879</id><published>2008-03-04T23:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T23:51:08.645-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu ouvir sua risada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ou o som da tua voz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Juro que não é por mal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Algumas coisas teimam em doer...&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;O coração na mão e a saudade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seja o que o vento trouxer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uma leve brisa e uma sensação funda...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Funda que demora a subir... e inunda tudo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E vaza pelos olhos... desculpe a franqueza...&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;Alimento um sorriso fraquinho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os carros passam por mim...&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;Pra que tanta falta...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Repito: amanhã mais leve.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Os olhos pesados. Pés descompassados.&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;Seja como for.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-7338019196969822879?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7338019196969822879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=7338019196969822879' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7338019196969822879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7338019196969822879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2008/03/se-eu-ouvir-sua-risada-ou-o-som-da-tua.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-7715528556132736144</id><published>2007-12-06T13:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T20:26:24.773-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela sorri de canto, olha meio desconfiada... meio sem jeito... não sei dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A mais profunda paz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O mais ardente desespero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aos que já se afogaram resta o pavor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Essa noite eu entrei no mar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E quanto mais longe eu ia da praia... menos eu entendia aquele medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era pra ser assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Era pra ser ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Como um sinal... como a luz de um farol... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Hipnose... paralisia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Encantamento...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Geração espontânea de vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Crescendo em mim com uma fome secular...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Há que se preparar a casa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O amor chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-7715528556132736144?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/7715528556132736144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=7715528556132736144' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7715528556132736144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/7715528556132736144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/12/ela-sorri-de-canto-olha-meio.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3176069055392651897</id><published>2007-11-26T01:03:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T01:25:32.121-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O contorno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É preciso abraçá-la.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela sorri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Já não sei mais onde estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela faz o relógio correr, atordoado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo parar...&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;Seguro sua mão... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A vida fica simples como um beijo...&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;Calma... &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;Se houvesse um grande precipício à frente...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ainda teria a mesma paz do seu lado...&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;Alguma coisa se move em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Batimentos acelerados... náusea...&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;Deixo a lógica do lado de fora. Tranco a porta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aqui onde o universo morre e renasce...&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;Eu danço... a música vem dela...&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;Quero os seus olhos no amanhecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pra que sempre haja sol.&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;/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;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-3176069055392651897?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3176069055392651897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3176069055392651897' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3176069055392651897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3176069055392651897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/11/agora.html' title='Agora'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-4925171153865429851</id><published>2007-11-17T15:10:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T15:11:20.885-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A força desaparecendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O fim do fôlego...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parada respiratória.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seu olhar me tragando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Leve contigo o que houver em mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A entrega...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dou um salto no escuro pra me encontrar em outras terras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Num novo pôr do sol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Num lugar onde eu realmente estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-4925171153865429851?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/4925171153865429851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=4925171153865429851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/4925171153865429851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/4925171153865429851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/11/fora-desaparecendo.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3558935424506487891</id><published>2007-11-10T14:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T14:13:04.653-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RzXYeB2e0WI/AAAAAAAAACE/9LuWh-fWPnM/s1600-h/estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5131245360863170914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RzXYeB2e0WI/AAAAAAAAACE/9LuWh-fWPnM/s320/estrada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Sim, o silêncio dos mortos&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio de um golpe no escuro&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço uma prece pra que as paredes se movam&lt;br /&gt;E que o movimento não tenha que partir de mim&lt;br /&gt;Queria a força para apagar todas as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Queria um mundo que fosse meu&lt;br /&gt;Todos dormem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite clara. Ameaça de chuva&lt;br /&gt;Minha alma grita. O silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;E se não houver lugar, nem tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu consigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguro o volante com mais força...&lt;br /&gt;- Será que isso é um carro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que quer dizer não sentir?&lt;br /&gt;Será que alguma coisa morre?&lt;br /&gt;Se aquele muro sorrisse para mim seria mais fácil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então você se virava e fechava a porta&lt;br /&gt;Eu já estou num túnel&lt;br /&gt;O escuro não me incomoda...&lt;br /&gt;Só as luzes&lt;br /&gt;Luzes não, enfeites, disfarces...&lt;br /&gt;Não gosto de artifícios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapeadores&lt;br /&gt;O mundo anda tão desatento...&lt;br /&gt;Eles se divertem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entorpecentes&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez que minha mente mergulha na tua presença&lt;br /&gt;E me convida a fugir da própria vida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quero morar num instante...&lt;br /&gt;É tudo que existe...&lt;br /&gt;Minha chave para o longuínquo..&lt;br /&gt;Mergulho no teu espírito&lt;br /&gt;Respiro tua respiração&lt;br /&gt;Pra me encontrar bem longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Onde as ondas fogem da areia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como eu poderia ter inventado um mundo onde eu não caibo?&lt;br /&gt;Três palavras explodindo nos meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Não posso dizê-las, mas elas teimam em me acompanhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os faróis do caminhão na minha frente parecem sorrir&lt;br /&gt;O sarcasmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holofotes ambulantes me cansam&lt;br /&gt;Não o vazio...&lt;br /&gt;O vazio é essencialmente belo... extraordinário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez fosse a cura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/746223058207835201-3558935424506487891?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3558935424506487891/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3558935424506487891' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3558935424506487891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3558935424506487891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/11/o-silncio-sim-o-silncio-dos-mortos-o.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RzXYeB2e0WI/AAAAAAAAACE/9LuWh-fWPnM/s72-c/estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-5403567880596829843</id><published>2007-10-29T21:19:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T21:27:39.961-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RyZsWBQzJjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/svITD3RSdOM/s1600-h/constantine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126904351359706674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RyZsWBQzJjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/svITD3RSdOM/s320/constantine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sim, O desconforto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;É o fim da era dos buracos e das cavernas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Seus pecados infames...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Violência... estupro... genocídio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confessados um por um...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O peso na balança da justiça...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Receitas, e códigos de conduta, e manuais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Abracem suas cadeiras de balanço &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;enquanto incineramos suas salas de estar...&lt;/span&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;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-5403567880596829843?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5403567880596829843/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=5403567880596829843' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5403567880596829843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5403567880596829843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/sim-o-desconforto.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RyZsWBQzJjI/AAAAAAAAAB8/svITD3RSdOM/s72-c/constantine.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-2153301710227708881</id><published>2007-10-16T19:56:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T20:08:54.447-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='O'/><title type='text'>E deus disse...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Ciência infame...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Gravarei o seu cheiro num CD... e meu coração vai sempre bater mais forte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Vou descrever em minúcias o seu rosto... e o seu sorriso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Sua voz será um arquivo no meu mp3...&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;         O que fazer... se o software de análise de compatibilidade pifar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Caos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Na matemática da vida... uma equação errada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Uma divisão inexata... resto...&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;         Empunharás a razão como teu escudo e espada....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         E restará a minha fé... ardente e sempre a ponto de um colapso...&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;         Se eu tivesse duas cartas... teria lhe dado as duas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;         Nesse jogo não importa vencer...&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;         E danem-se todas as leis!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-2153301710227708881?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2153301710227708881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=2153301710227708881' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2153301710227708881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2153301710227708881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/e-deus-disse.html' title='E deus disse...'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1670322620808230156</id><published>2007-10-02T18:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T18:42:49.881-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela risada que eu não sei explicar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Se eu soubesse desenhar pelo menos...&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;Assim... mil abraços apertados...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minutos: - segundos e horas&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;E uma vontade besta de fazer qualquer coisa ridícula...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando não há mais espaço... nem tempo a perder...&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;Minha alma nua nos teus olhos...&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;O momento... e só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-1670322620808230156?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1670322620808230156/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1670322620808230156' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1670322620808230156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1670322620808230156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/10/aquela-risada-que-eu-no-sei-explicar.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3331024135013885525</id><published>2007-09-10T20:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T20:34:35.345-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuXUbufNh4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OPamjkeHpPQ/s1600-h/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108722925122193282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuXUbufNh4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OPamjkeHpPQ/s320/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Those flashing lights come from everywhere &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;The way they hit her I just stop and stare &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;She's got me love stoned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Man I swear she's bad and she knows &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I think that she knows..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dançar até cair...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Até o profundo vazio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Por todos os segundos guardados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&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/746223058207835201-3331024135013885525?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3331024135013885525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3331024135013885525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3331024135013885525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3331024135013885525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/09/those-flashing-lights-come-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuXUbufNh4I/AAAAAAAAAB0/OPamjkeHpPQ/s72-c/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1723484575567580851</id><published>2007-09-08T12:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-08T13:30:04.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>On your back...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuLN8ufNh3I/AAAAAAAAABs/l8FhsQfAtz8/s1600-h/262864845_979e65a6c3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107871370546349938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuLN8ufNh3I/AAAAAAAAABs/l8FhsQfAtz8/s320/262864845_979e65a6c3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Talvez não signifique nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Mas o sonho foi tão estranho... pessoas se fundindo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sensações misturadas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Parte dela estava lá... foi o que não me deixou dormir..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O que me fez escutar a mesma música por dias...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;E eu não gostaria de explicar isso... é assim... é assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O gosto dela... a vontade inconsciente de que no meio de toda confusão fosse apenas ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas aquele jeito de rir... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Apenas ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;"Tonight I'm tangled in my blanket of clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreaming aloud..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Things just won't do without you, matter of fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you'd accept surrender, give up some more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weren't you adored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot be without you, matter of fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another heart is cracked in two, I'm on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I cannot be without you, matter of fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm on your back, I'm on your back, I'm on your back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;If you walk out on me, I'm walking after you..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/746223058207835201-1723484575567580851?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1723484575567580851/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1723484575567580851' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1723484575567580851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1723484575567580851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/09/on-your-back.html' title='On your back...'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RuLN8ufNh3I/AAAAAAAAABs/l8FhsQfAtz8/s72-c/262864845_979e65a6c3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-290862397911561383</id><published>2007-09-05T18:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T19:19:44.882-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The killer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rt8rc-fNh2I/AAAAAAAAABk/YtHGZ4jtr_U/s1600-h/World%20Smile.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106848279271671650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rt8rc-fNh2I/AAAAAAAAABk/YtHGZ4jtr_U/s320/World%2520Smile.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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;- Que bonita a sua roupa... Você merece até um abraço!&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-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;- Você sabe que eu te amo infinitamente, completamente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;descontroladamente, pra todo o sempre, não é?&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;- Claro, meu amor.&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;/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;- E Deus disse: seja feita a semelhança...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Disse?&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;/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;Não perca essa incrível promoção!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Troque seu cérebro novinho por uma *TV de plasma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Válido enquanto durar o estoque...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sempre conforte uma pessoa triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Diga bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Sorria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Você é um inútil mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;- Amanhã é um novo dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&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/746223058207835201-290862397911561383?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/290862397911561383/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=290862397911561383' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/290862397911561383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/290862397911561383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/09/killer.html' title='The killer'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rt8rc-fNh2I/AAAAAAAAABk/YtHGZ4jtr_U/s72-c/World%2520Smile.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1602524285462044051</id><published>2007-08-31T11:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:30:47.948-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rtgl7ufNh1I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Xq_p6kaDRI/s1600-h/396376437_fa0ad1a157.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104871885645907794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rtgl7ufNh1I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Xq_p6kaDRI/s320/396376437_fa0ad1a157.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Um cheiro. E tudo de volta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Aquela varanda. Dormir ouvindo ela no telefone. Noites geladas. Falar baixinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Assusta a idéia de nunca mais sentir aquilo de novo. Uma certeza que teimo em negar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;A ampulheta corre...eu continuo fugindo... tentando preencher os espaços,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;O tempo que ainda resta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Depois de ler o fim, já não importam as outras páginas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minha alma ficou naquele lago. Não lamento tê-la entregado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lamento não ter tido a força para viver sem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando Deus me pediu pra escolher... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Quando eu morri naqueles braços.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&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/746223058207835201-1602524285462044051?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1602524285462044051/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1602524285462044051' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1602524285462044051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1602524285462044051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/um-cheiro.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rtgl7ufNh1I/AAAAAAAAABc/-Xq_p6kaDRI/s72-c/396376437_fa0ad1a157.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-6132257140667769108</id><published>2007-08-29T21:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T21:34:01.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Darklands</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não era uma força avassaladora&lt;br /&gt;Nem era uma força&lt;br /&gt;Era uma pequena vontade&lt;br /&gt;Que se estendia pelos séculos&lt;br /&gt;Vontade de vê-la estendida no chão&lt;br /&gt;Ver o terremoto que faltava...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sangue nas mãos e saber se realmente mudaria algo...&lt;br /&gt;O mundo simplesmente acabaria.&lt;br /&gt;Se é que já existiu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No limite de tudo eu iria saber...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-6132257140667769108?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6132257140667769108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=6132257140667769108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6132257140667769108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6132257140667769108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/darklands.html' title='Darklands'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-3200257240278606783</id><published>2007-08-22T12:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-22T12:16:14.808-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Regret</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsxS7efNh0I/AAAAAAAAABU/q4TL3vfkkPs/s1600-h/no%20escuro%20da%20estrada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101543659653662530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsxS7efNh0I/AAAAAAAAABU/q4TL3vfkkPs/s320/no%2520escuro%2520da%2520estrada.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;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;        Meu corpo dói. E nem era uma questão de escolha. Era uma questão de ser assim e pronto.&lt;br /&gt;        De alguma maneira ela vai dormir em paz.... e eu ficarei aqui... Com as insônias, indagações.&lt;br /&gt;        Quem iria saber?&lt;br /&gt;        Alguém entenderia as flores?&lt;br /&gt;        Alguém entenderia as flores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Talvez seja uma estrada pra um.&lt;br /&gt;        Ainda assim é belo vê-la ao longe, acenando pra alguém que passa.&lt;br /&gt;        E finjo ser pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Não é ela, nem sou eu. Mas não seria bonito se fossem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Não seria extraordinário?&lt;br /&gt;        Uma leve alegria e uma dor imensa, anestesiada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        No meu bolso um momento guardado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Finjo que há respeito em seus olhares. Isso me conforta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;        Continuo a andar... e ela vai ficando cada vez menor... maior...&lt;/span&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;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;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-3200257240278606783?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/3200257240278606783/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=3200257240278606783' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3200257240278606783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/3200257240278606783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/regret.html' title='Regret'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsxS7efNh0I/AAAAAAAAABU/q4TL3vfkkPs/s72-c/no%2520escuro%2520da%2520estrada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-5690667991320840036</id><published>2007-08-19T02:42:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T02:46:59.237-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atraso</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsfYhoVTfAI/AAAAAAAAABM/lq8qHpIxHvw/s1600-h/desenho+bonitinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100283175294434306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsfYhoVTfAI/AAAAAAAAABM/lq8qHpIxHvw/s320/desenho+bonitinho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Algo que ela nunca entenderia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-5690667991320840036?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5690667991320840036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=5690667991320840036' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5690667991320840036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5690667991320840036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/atraso.html' title='Atraso'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsfYhoVTfAI/AAAAAAAAABM/lq8qHpIxHvw/s72-c/desenho+bonitinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-8136991719776796050</id><published>2007-08-16T01:09:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-16T01:14:43.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsPOnIVTe_I/AAAAAAAAABE/8g6-N-TVBH0/s1600-h/CAR015%20Claro%20como%20el%20agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099146374760594418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsPOnIVTe_I/AAAAAAAAABE/8g6-N-TVBH0/s320/CAR015%2520Claro%2520como%2520el%2520agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Fechei meus olhos e mergulhei&lt;br /&gt;Aquela água morna a invadir meus olhos, meus ouvidos, meus poros&lt;br /&gt;Prendi a respiração&lt;br /&gt;O líquido como dois braços me empurrando cada vez mais fundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdera os sentidos, deixara de prender o ar que ainda restava...&lt;br /&gt;Não importava mais...&lt;br /&gt;Já não havia “eu”, já não havia nada...&lt;br /&gt;Não era mais meus braços, meu peito. Era alguma coisa além.&lt;br /&gt;Era voltar ao início.&lt;br /&gt;Entreguei-me a beleza de perder os sentidos. “Tornei-me um”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites e dias se passaram. Segundos. Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;Abri meus olhos molhados.&lt;br /&gt;Fitei-a por 3 segundos e parti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde quer que eu vá eu levo um cobertor.&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/746223058207835201-8136991719776796050?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8136991719776796050/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=8136991719776796050' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8136991719776796050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8136991719776796050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/cobertor.html' title='Frio'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RsPOnIVTe_I/AAAAAAAAABE/8g6-N-TVBH0/s72-c/CAR015%2520Claro%2520como%2520el%2520agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-8633078301357035741</id><published>2007-08-09T02:00:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T02:10:05.449-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RrqhoLZ7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aAiulL6n4bQ/s1600-h/L%20Musique%20ME0000067860_3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096563639951517410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RrqhoLZ7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aAiulL6n4bQ/s320/L%2520Musique%2520ME0000067860_3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Ela me lembra alguma coisa boa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela me faz não querer querer não querer...&lt;br /&gt;É um premeditado final infeliz vestido de pijama&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Financio a dívida ou a deixo ir?&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;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-8633078301357035741?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8633078301357035741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=8633078301357035741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8633078301357035741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8633078301357035741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/RrqhoLZ7ZuI/AAAAAAAAAAU/aAiulL6n4bQ/s72-c/L%2520Musique%2520ME0000067860_3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-8179375709969192593</id><published>2007-05-07T01:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:08:32.773-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was waiting for you when you shut the door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-8179375709969192593?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/8179375709969192593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=8179375709969192593' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8179375709969192593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/8179375709969192593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/05/i-was-waiting-for-you-when-you-shut.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-6878285607030331643</id><published>2007-05-04T00:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T01:07:38.304-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rjqvww5t5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Pk8X8fQW0/s1600-h/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5060550383599740546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rjqvww5t5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Pk8X8fQW0/s320/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Engraçado, nunca perguntei pra ela se era assim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Todas essas bobagens românticas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Há sempre a hipótese de ser apenas uma fuga, who knows?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Mas se o céu fica azul e tudo menos feio, por que seria errado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E ainda que seja apenas um efeito alucinógeno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"It's you. It's you. You make me sing. You're every line, you're every word, you're everything..."&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/746223058207835201-6878285607030331643?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/6878285607030331643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=6878285607030331643' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6878285607030331643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/6878285607030331643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/05/engraado-nunca-perguntei-pra-ela-se-era.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_M_5a7AA32LU/Rjqvww5t5oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/39Pk8X8fQW0/s72-c/Dancing_for_Rain_by_Fsh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-2161787754026927484</id><published>2007-05-04T00:55:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-05-04T00:56:55.116-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;'cause she got me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And she needed just five seconds...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know she'll always understand it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could choose it would be her... all the way...&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/746223058207835201-2161787754026927484?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/2161787754026927484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=2161787754026927484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2161787754026927484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/2161787754026927484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/05/cause-she-got-me-and-she-needed-just_04.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-1186914435670104543</id><published>2007-04-17T13:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:32:13.064-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;"When you try your best but you don't succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you get what you want but not what you need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you feel so tired but you can't sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Stuck in reverse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When the tears come streaming down your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you lose something you can't replace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;When you love someone but it goes to waste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Could it be worse?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Lights will guide you home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And ignite your bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And I will try to fix you"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-1186914435670104543?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/1186914435670104543/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=1186914435670104543' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1186914435670104543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/1186914435670104543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-you-try-your-best-but-you-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-746223058207835201.post-5121207398165027159</id><published>2007-04-17T13:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T13:12:37.171-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sobre os assassinos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Papai, posso ser astronauta?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;- Você, não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/746223058207835201-5121207398165027159?l=sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/feeds/5121207398165027159/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=746223058207835201&amp;postID=5121207398165027159' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5121207398165027159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/746223058207835201/posts/default/5121207398165027159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sevenyearswrong.blogspot.com/2007/04/sobre-os-assassinos.html' title='Sobre os assassinos'/><author><name>Bruna C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09621821687034914148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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