<?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-20840844</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:44:34.122+01:00</updated><title type='text'>whatever</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-3089060764942553396</id><published>2007-05-13T21:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:45:31.998+01:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd4ijvE_-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ehGg5Lchlkc/s1600-h/Quenia+782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 116px; height: 154px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd4ijvE_-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ehGg5Lchlkc/s200/Quenia+782.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064148841104998370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Amo te&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd3fjvE_9I/AAAAAAAAABo/8uuWjMt2nUQ/s1600-h/eulup..bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 172px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd3fjvE_9I/AAAAAAAAABo/8uuWjMt2nUQ/s320/eulup..bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064147690053763026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-3089060764942553396?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/3089060764942553396/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=3089060764942553396&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3089060764942553396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3089060764942553396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/05/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd4ijvE_-I/AAAAAAAAABw/ehGg5Lchlkc/s72-c/Quenia+782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-3227885923046455804</id><published>2007-05-13T21:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:29:21.475+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd1EDvE_7I/AAAAAAAAABY/aIpN1YdQoXU/s1600-h/360342129_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 528px; height: 247px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd1EDvE_7I/AAAAAAAAABY/aIpN1YdQoXU/s320/360342129_small.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064145018584104882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre   style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;font-family:arial;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Who will come to find you first&lt;br /&gt;Your devils or your gods&lt;br /&gt;All you folks think you run my life&lt;br /&gt;Say I should be willing to comprimise&lt;br /&gt;I say all you demons go back to hell&lt;br /&gt;I'll save my soul save myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tracy Chapman, Crossroads&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-3227885923046455804?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/3227885923046455804/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=3227885923046455804&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3227885923046455804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3227885923046455804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/05/tracy.html' title='Tracy'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/Rkd1EDvE_7I/AAAAAAAAABY/aIpN1YdQoXU/s72-c/360342129_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-5995620463161486165</id><published>2007-05-13T21:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-05-13T21:11:05.444+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tracy Chapman : Heaven's here on earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;You can look to the stars in search of the answers&lt;br /&gt;Look for God and life on distant planets&lt;br /&gt;Have your faith in the ever after&lt;br /&gt;While each of us holds inside the map to the labyrinth&lt;br /&gt;And heaven's here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the spirit the collective conscience&lt;br /&gt;We create the pain and the suffering and the beauty in this world&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our faith in humankind&lt;br /&gt;In our respect for what is earthly&lt;br /&gt;In our unfaltering belief in peace and love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen and met angels wearing the disguise&lt;br /&gt;Of ordinary people leading ordinary lives&lt;br /&gt;Filled with love, compassion, forgiveness and sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look around&lt;br /&gt;Believe in what you see&lt;br /&gt;The kingdom is at hand&lt;br /&gt;The promised land is at your feet&lt;br /&gt;We can and will become what we aspire to be&lt;br /&gt;If Heaven's here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen spirits&lt;br /&gt;I've met angels&lt;br /&gt;I've touched creations beautiful and wondrous&lt;br /&gt;I've been places where I question all I think I know&lt;br /&gt;But I believe, I believe, I believe this could be heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are born inside the gates with the power to create life&lt;br /&gt;And to take it away&lt;br /&gt;The world is our temple&lt;br /&gt;The world is our church&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we have faith in humankind&lt;br /&gt;And respect for what is earthly&lt;br /&gt;And an unfaltering belief&lt;br /&gt;In peace and love and understanding&lt;br /&gt;This could be heaven here on earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven's in our heart&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-5995620463161486165?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/5995620463161486165/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=5995620463161486165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/5995620463161486165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/5995620463161486165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/05/tracy-chapman-heavens-here-on-earth.html' title='Tracy Chapman : Heaven&apos;s here on earth'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-4553922955826266814</id><published>2007-02-16T20:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:28:54.717Z</updated><title type='text'>give it a try.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYTyCcIWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YjSOUJZ5wdw/s1600-h/CIMG2216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032231384002353378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYTyCcIWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YjSOUJZ5wdw/s200/CIMG2216.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;fight for happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;so maybe love aint always good. but its the best thing in the all damn world. how strange is that?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fight for freedom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;dance dance dance. then dance again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so sei que vou a barcelona.. o resto, o quê que isso interessa?&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/20840844-4553922955826266814?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/4553922955826266814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=4553922955826266814&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/4553922955826266814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/4553922955826266814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/02/give-it-try.html' title='give it a try.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYTyCcIWOI/AAAAAAAAAAw/YjSOUJZ5wdw/s72-c/CIMG2216.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-3411905257896212023</id><published>2007-02-16T20:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:21:40.593Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYSSCcIWNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uzhVktZqm0s/s1600-h/123432365_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032229734734911698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYSSCcIWNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uzhVktZqm0s/s400/123432365_small.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;paz e amor.&lt;br /&gt;find love. live in peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-3411905257896212023?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/3411905257896212023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=3411905257896212023&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3411905257896212023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/3411905257896212023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentine.html' title='Happy Valentine'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYSSCcIWNI/AAAAAAAAAAk/uzhVktZqm0s/s72-c/123432365_small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-6195145887618490455</id><published>2007-02-16T20:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:14:19.704Z</updated><title type='text'>nevermind...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;e mais do que nunca, preciso de me agarrar a algo. Sinto me a beira do precipicio que pode desabar. preciso de algo em que por todo o meu amor, tudo o que sinto. e porque nao se pode viver do passado, de memorias e em lágrimas. Olhar em frente. dar um passo, só há duas escolhas: ou cais ou voas. cair mais baixo é improvavel. por isso voa... &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032226809862183106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYPnycIWMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6LLAnuQOqYI/s400/War_Time_by_maljundu.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao vos caleis vos que cantais... musica, musica por favor. refugio, musica, dança, sono... afastada, assim quero estar. mas nao me abandoneis. preciso de todos vós, voltai, nao me vireis as costas. &lt;strong&gt;serei o vosso refugio se fores o meu... &lt;/strong&gt;sim, sou louca. silencio. musica, retomai, nao deixes o vazio voltar... serei a melhor, mas ficai junto a mim. nao ides ou chorarei. como um pequeno perdido. ficai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-6195145887618490455?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/6195145887618490455/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=6195145887618490455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/6195145887618490455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/6195145887618490455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/02/nevermind.html' title='nevermind...'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYPnycIWMI/AAAAAAAAAAY/6LLAnuQOqYI/s72-c/War_Time_by_maljundu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-5538715867199233369</id><published>2007-02-16T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-16T20:02:32.839Z</updated><title type='text'>Old diary pages...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;J'en ai peur, oui. J'ai peur de cet inconnu, qu'une fois atteint le reste encor. Cette nuit qui nous envahit à tous un jour, sans exception, choisissant injustement, par des critères connus d'elle seule. Elle vient et va, dans le silence, sans rien dire... sans rien expliquer. Insensible à notre souffrance, indiférente à nos questions. C'est un vent qui nous pousse au bord du précipice, c'est une porte noire dans le désespoir de chacun, c'est une esperance maligne... pour certains, c'est un passage, pour d'autres c'est la fin. La fin de quoi? le passage vers quoi? On ne le sait. Personne. On se torture en vain pour la comprendre, mais on y parviendra jamais tout à fait. Mais qu'importe? Un mystère dévoilé perd sa beauté...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5032224593659058354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYNmycIWLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bvi8s4JIdo/s400/cisne.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;elles me caressent le corps comme la douce brise, seule parmi elles je me sens libre, mes pensées me quittent pour un instant, et je les écoute de tout mon coeur, je les écoute parler dans leur langue paisible... Les oiseaux tout a coups apparaissent et pendant un moment le bruit des ailles brise l'enchantement, le silence et l'harmonie des vieilles voix. ils passent vite, mais cela suffit pour que les pensées reviennent, dévoilant tout mes secrets sentiments. Je cherche un autre lieu... je fuis ma mémoire, je fuis mon âme. Mais ce paradis irréel où la paix survit, où est il? Pourquoi est il si loin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-5538715867199233369?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/5538715867199233369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=5538715867199233369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/5538715867199233369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/5538715867199233369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/02/old-diary-pages.html' title='Old diary pages...'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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/_JFlO7kw8ZO0/RdYNmycIWLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/5bvi8s4JIdo/s72-c/cisne.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-116905990960301955</id><published>2007-01-17T18:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:22:20.511+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Post à la Cecilia</title><content type='html'>"All you can be is just you&lt;br /&gt;cause your real&lt;br /&gt;not the plastic type&lt;br /&gt;but reality sets&lt;br /&gt;and your stuck in this plastic life&lt;br /&gt;why the tears&lt;br /&gt;we're all here for you&lt;br /&gt;but i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;i know how you feel&lt;br /&gt;and when nothing cares"&lt;br /&gt;  By N.E.R.D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-116905990960301955?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/116905990960301955/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=116905990960301955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116905990960301955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116905990960301955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2007/01/post-la-cecilia.html' title='Post à la Cecilia'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-116656414916533419</id><published>2006-12-19T21:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T21:35:49.226Z</updated><title type='text'>Broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/1600/134211/Forest_Fairy_by_alliexdork.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/320/941740/Forest_Fairy_by_alliexdork.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/1600/184868/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/320/506434/2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-116656414916533419?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/116656414916533419/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=116656414916533419&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116656414916533419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116656414916533419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/12/broke.html' title='Broke'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-116656078861903970</id><published>2006-12-19T20:18:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-19T20:39:48.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Guns n'roses</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/1600/473636/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/400/650718/fire.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/3339/2099/1600/836183/him.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alright to smile&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I think about you every day now&lt;br /&gt;Was a time when I wasn't sure&lt;br /&gt;But you set my mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt&lt;br /&gt;You're in my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said, woman, take it slow&lt;br /&gt;It'll work itself out fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;Said, sugar, make it slow&lt;br /&gt;And we come together fine&lt;br /&gt;All we need is just a little patience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been walkin' the streets at night&lt;br /&gt;Just tryin' to get it right&lt;br /&gt;Hard to see with so many around&lt;br /&gt;You know I don't like&lt;br /&gt;Being stuck in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And the streets don't change&lt;br /&gt;But baby the name&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got time for the game&lt;br /&gt;'cause I need you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-116656078861903970?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/116656078861903970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=116656078861903970&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116656078861903970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116656078861903970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/12/guns-nroses.html' title='Guns n&apos;roses'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-116601987534776698</id><published>2006-12-13T14:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:24:13.962+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Resume tudo, nao resume?</title><content type='html'>Cântico negro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;José Régio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vem por aqui" — dizem-me alguns com os olhos doces&lt;br /&gt;Estendendo-me os braços, e seguros&lt;br /&gt;De que seria bom que eu os ouvisse&lt;br /&gt;Quando me dizem: "vem por aqui!"&lt;br /&gt;Eu olho-os com olhos lassos,&lt;br /&gt;(Há, nos olhos meus, ironias e cansaços)&lt;br /&gt;E cruzo os braços,&lt;br /&gt;E nunca vou por ali...&lt;br /&gt;A minha glória é esta:&lt;br /&gt;Criar desumanidades!&lt;br /&gt;Não acompanhar ninguém.&lt;br /&gt;— Que eu vivo com o mesmo sem-vontade&lt;br /&gt;Com que rasguei o ventre à minha mãe&lt;br /&gt;Não, não vou por aí! Só vou por onde&lt;br /&gt;Me levam meus próprios passos...&lt;br /&gt;Se ao que busco saber nenhum de vós responde&lt;br /&gt;Por que me repetis: "vem por aqui!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro escorregar nos becos lamacentos,&lt;br /&gt;Redemoinhar aos ventos,&lt;br /&gt;Como farrapos, arrastar os pés sangrentos,&lt;br /&gt;A ir por aí...&lt;br /&gt;Se vim ao mundo, foi&lt;br /&gt;Só para desflorar florestas virgens,&lt;br /&gt;E desenhar meus próprios pés na areia inexplorada!&lt;br /&gt;O mais que faço não vale nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como, pois, sereis vós&lt;br /&gt;Que me dareis impulsos, ferramentas e coragem&lt;br /&gt;Para eu derrubar os meus obstáculos?...&lt;br /&gt;Corre, nas vossas veias, sangue velho dos avós,&lt;br /&gt;E vós amais o que é fácil!&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo o Longe e a Miragem,&lt;br /&gt;Amo os abismos, as torrentes, os desertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ide! Tendes estradas,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes jardins, tendes canteiros,&lt;br /&gt;Tendes pátria, tendes tectos,&lt;br /&gt;E tendes regras, e tratados, e filósofos, e sábios...&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho a minha Loucura !&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-a, como um facho, a arder na noite escura,&lt;br /&gt;E sinto espuma, e sangue, e cânticos nos lábios...&lt;br /&gt;Deus e o Diabo é que guiam, mais ninguém!&lt;br /&gt;Todos tiveram pai, todos tiveram mãe;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu, que nunca principio nem acabo,&lt;br /&gt;Nasci do amor que há entre Deus e o Diabo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, que ninguém me dê piedosas intenções,&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me peça definições!&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém me diga: "vem por aqui"!&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida é um vendaval que se soltou,&lt;br /&gt;É uma onda que se alevantou,&lt;br /&gt;É um átomo a mais que se animou...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei por onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei para onde vou&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não vou por aí!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-116601987534776698?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/116601987534776698/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=116601987534776698&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116601987534776698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/116601987534776698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/12/resume-tudo-nao-resume.html' title='Resume tudo, nao resume?'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-115721110141373117</id><published>2006-09-02T16:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T23:00:15.946Z</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/333619079_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/400/333619079_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna go to heaven, where the angels fly, where there is no monsters, no lies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-115721110141373117?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/115721110141373117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=115721110141373117&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/115721110141373117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/115721110141373117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/09/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-115721088274794234</id><published>2006-09-02T16:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:26:15.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'>ask me no questions, i'll tell no lies.</title><content type='html'>se deixares de falar de alguém, se deixares de ver alguém, esqueces te dela?  fica gravado na memoria ou o tempo destroi as boas recordaçoes como realça as más?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-115721088274794234?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/115721088274794234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=115721088274794234&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/115721088274794234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/115721088274794234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/09/ask-me-no-questions-ill-tell-no-lies.html' title='ask me no questions, i&apos;ll tell no lies.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114537982504837309</id><published>2006-04-18T18:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:28:41.078+01:00</updated><title type='text'>hummm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It’s just that I dont know where to go now...&lt;br /&gt;Like everything is sensless, or worthless...&lt;br /&gt;And I forgot what i’m doing, why i’m I here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little walk in my forest...&lt;br /&gt;I heard the earth calling my name,&lt;br /&gt;She was crying, and whispering in pain&lt;br /&gt;As I walked beside her, I could feel&lt;br /&gt;The wind, he told me she was hill...&lt;br /&gt;So I took a step into the florest,&lt;br /&gt;Looking for somewhere to rest&lt;br /&gt;So i let the threes telling me the way&lt;br /&gt;And for hours I walked, in the grey&lt;br /&gt;Alone with my lonely thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I could hear birds, wolfs and frogs&lt;br /&gt;Looking everywhere for her bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;It took a long time, to find the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;The sound of the tears seem to be near&lt;br /&gt;And i could tell she was crying in fear&lt;br /&gt;So i stopped. My heart, i realised,&lt;br /&gt;Was shouting, my knees were shaking&lt;br /&gt;The tears i heard, they were coming&lt;br /&gt;From my eyes, i was so sad and tired,&lt;br /&gt;That i stood there, and I falled in sleep&lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the threes that told me&lt;br /&gt;The way into myself...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114537982504837309?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114537982504837309/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114537982504837309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114537982504837309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114537982504837309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/04/hummm.html' title='hummm'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114228364203728581</id><published>2006-03-13T20:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:29:18.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>euh...</title><content type='html'>dlim dlong.&lt;br /&gt;plim puf.&lt;br /&gt;atchum.&lt;br /&gt;miù. piu.&lt;br /&gt;vassora.&lt;br /&gt;balde.&lt;br /&gt;sfregao.&lt;br /&gt;spanador.&lt;br /&gt;... e coisas que tais.&lt;br /&gt;sabem que o atrufio faz bem à saude?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meus caros amigos que lêm esta coisa estranha (deveis ter uma santa paciencia), façam o favor de atrufiar. com amor e carinho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114228364203728581?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114228364203728581/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114228364203728581&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114228364203728581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114228364203728581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/03/euh.html' title='euh...'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114193909022835559</id><published>2006-03-09T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:56:23.016Z</updated><title type='text'>poems muito monguitos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/fadazinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/320/fadazinha.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/1097032054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/320/1097032054.0.jpg" border="0" width="2" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;j'imaginai le rêve d'un enfant,&lt;br /&gt;d'attraper la lune, là-haut solitaire&lt;br /&gt;cette douce et si lointaine lumière&lt;br /&gt;qui fuit toujours plus loin. Les gens&lt;br /&gt;qui passent voient la petite sur le trotoir&lt;br /&gt;qui attend toujours un mot de la lune&lt;br /&gt;dans le froid glacial ainsi que dans le noir.&lt;br /&gt;mais un jour son espérence de jeune&lt;br /&gt;coeur finira, et elle cessera d'attendre,&lt;br /&gt;les mots de la cruelle entendre,&lt;br /&gt;car même le plus dévoué des amants&lt;br /&gt;comprend, ce n'est qu'un rêve.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/1097032054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/320/1097032054.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;olha para o espelho.. diz me o que vês.&lt;br /&gt;uma criança pequena, que nao quer crescer&lt;br /&gt;quer só um porto seguro, onde possa viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;o tempo passa, dia a dia, mes apos mes.&lt;br /&gt;pára! diz ao mundo que gira em seu redor,&lt;br /&gt;redopiando num frenesim incanssavelmente,&lt;br /&gt;descontrolado ri-se de nós, e sempre mente,&lt;br /&gt;prega partidas, nao ouve os gritos de dor&lt;br /&gt;que se soltam, loucos, aqui ou acolá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;a criança está sozinha, nao tem ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;a quem se agarar, procura mais além&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;tem de haver algo, e encontrar-lo-há&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114193909022835559?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114193909022835559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114193909022835559&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114193909022835559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114193909022835559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/03/poems-muito-monguitos.html' title='poems muito monguitos.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114167825158621507</id><published>2006-03-06T20:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-12T23:59:18.343Z</updated><title type='text'>..uma palavrinha</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;[SE QUEREIS, PODEIS POSTAR COMMENTS, BASTA POR EM "ANONYMOUS" OU "OTHER"... MAS JÁ AGORA, SE PUSEREM O NOME AJUDA. ]&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;sinto que talvez.. talvez seja o melhor: esquecer e deixar de lutar por causas perdidas. nem sei mais o que sinto, se sinto, porque sinto. [so sabendo que nada sei]&lt;br /&gt; sento me debaixo de uma arvore, mae natureza, mae deve proteger. mas a mae nao conhece a propria filha. e fecho os olhos... nao a procura de nada, apenas a descansar. esvaziar tudo. deixa ir. a onda vai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114167825158621507?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114167825158621507/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114167825158621507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114167825158621507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114167825158621507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/03/uma-palavrinha.html' title='..uma palavrinha'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-114124704693771957</id><published>2006-03-01T20:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:35:55.693Z</updated><title type='text'>ah ya.</title><content type='html'>queria lembrar me de tudo, e guardar cada minuto numa caixinha pequena.. fechada a chave. um olhar meio desviado, uma palavra... &lt;br /&gt;(...) &lt;br /&gt; monguice.&lt;br /&gt;inté logo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114124704693771957?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114124704693771957/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114124704693771957&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114124704693771957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114124704693771957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/03/ah-ya.html' title='ah ya.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114082211255571674</id><published>2006-02-24T22:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:39:54.583Z</updated><title type='text'>antonio arroio olé...</title><content type='html'>bom.&lt;br /&gt;que dizer... seriamente, nao tinha um dia tao... perfeito há muito. saudades destas coisas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saudades de te ver tb. ahhhhhh. ainda nao estou em mim... pude te dizer tudo o que queria... ou quase. de estar contigo. adoro-te. parace sonho. daqueles que nao queremos acordar. &lt;br /&gt;"acreditas, tive saudades tuas" e eu tuas entao!&lt;br /&gt;como que.. o melhor vem quando menos esperamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:&lt;br /&gt;e... juliana, obrigadao. fu.. again. (amo te)&lt;br /&gt;fica marcado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114082211255571674?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114082211255571674/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114082211255571674&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114082211255571674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114082211255571674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/02/antonio-arroio-ol.html' title='antonio arroio olé...'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114043084695848199</id><published>2006-02-20T10:03:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:31:38.244+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carpe Diem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;hey-hey-hey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;equilibrio, bom, mau, tudo. a vida en un mot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and dream... dont ever forget to... dream. everything is possible, as long as you dont lose yr imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);"&gt;"stand up, speak up, dont give up to fight"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;peace, love, mj.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/dreamworld.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px; float: left;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/320/dreamworld.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dreamworld)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114043084695848199?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114043084695848199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114043084695848199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114043084695848199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114043084695848199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/02/carpe-diem.html' title='Carpe Diem'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-114021244035298953</id><published>2006-02-17T21:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-07-21T12:32:16.069+01:00</updated><title type='text'>no matter what they say...</title><content type='html'>(I can fly really.. e peso 10 kilos.. nanénao ju?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 102);"&gt;[[and to a great friend.&lt;br /&gt;sempre q te sintas pior... tens amigos aqui para te ajudar.&lt;br /&gt;nunca desistas de procurar a felicidade. nao desistas,. a alegria pode estar mesmo ali, à tua porta... nao qeres passar por ela de olhos fechados, simplesmente porque te disseste a ti própria q nao valia mais a pena de lutar?- acredito q nao queiras. vive a tua vida em pleno, alegra te de tudo, postiva acima de tudo. verás q no final do dia valeu a pena viver este dia. e porque ainda vale a pena ter esperança... sempre. so many things you have still to see... giving up on all that would such a waste.]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-114021244035298953?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/114021244035298953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=114021244035298953&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114021244035298953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/114021244035298953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/02/no-matter-what-they-say.html' title='no matter what they say...'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-113994198232214973</id><published>2006-02-14T18:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T13:46:54.126Z</updated><title type='text'>bzzzzzzzzzzt.</title><content type='html'>olá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish it was you.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted you to say those words.&lt;br /&gt;not him... just you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;dia de sao valentim! wee.. ou nao.&lt;br /&gt;pouco me importa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguns de voces lembram se da festa de há dois anos. eu lembro. q... estranho. as pessoas mudam tao depressa, parece q foi ontem, mas mudamos tanto. foi uma noite inteira de descobertas, boas, más. deu pa rir, e quase para chorar no minuto depois. lembro me de pensar, de ter feito, coisas q nao repetiria. como a juliana diz, parece ter sido ontem. nao foi. foi há dois anos, e as pessoas separaram se entretanto. ums foram se para o estrangeiro, ainda bem. bem.. já chega de falar dessa festa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;volto depois. adeus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-113994198232214973?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113994198232214973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113994198232214973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/02/bzzzzzzzzzzt.html' title='bzzzzzzzzzzt.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20840844.post-113848424281209175</id><published>2006-01-28T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:00:55.903Z</updated><title type='text'>pissed off.</title><content type='html'>Today, i wont wake up.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i’ll stay dreaming and hoping.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i wont see the world around me.&lt;br /&gt;Today, i wont grow up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-ansi-language: PT"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Vim dos marretas. Estou cansada, exausta, doem me os pés e cheiro a tabacco. O jantar foi muito fixe, o principio da noite foi em grande. Mas pouco a pouco... argh. Só me apetecia me ir embora. O espaço, escasso mesmo para se mexer, era impensável de dançar. E os meus olhos só procuravam fechar-se. E queria mir embora dali. As pessoas não me diziam nada, estou farta de sair com eles. Fala-se do namorado da outra, dás os parabens a alguém que nem gostas, comprimentas todos. Queria só... conhecer gente nova, passar-me, completamente. E depois há aqueles “colas” insuportaveis.. . É preciso ter paciencia de anjo. E eu sou fada. Não tenho paciencia.e depois olham para ti, com aquela cara de quem é castigado inocente. E tu acabas por lhe dizer que sim. E ganhou. E tu tens de suportar. Argh. E vais te embora. É o melhor, assim ao menos podes dormir. Ponto positivo. 1-0. mas aqui faço promessa, na proxima oportunidade... vai ser uma noite para recordar. Noite para rir, sentir, viver. &lt;br /&gt;convidar outras pessoas, viver outras coisas, fazer o que se fazia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E qual uma criança tola, prometo coisas que não sei se posso cumprir. E sonho com coisas que posso não conseguir alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-113848424281209175?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/113848424281209175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=113848424281209175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113848424281209175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113848424281209175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/01/pissed-off.html' title='pissed off.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-113830890491438814</id><published>2006-01-26T20:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:10:36.176Z</updated><title type='text'>vive la vie.</title><content type='html'>apetece-me gritar. sufucando aqui, quando há lá fora tanto ar... liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;quando um homem sonha, o mundo pula e avança. ou talvez nao. &lt;br /&gt; façam porcaria, se for isso que vos apetecer... façam coisas bonitas, se assim o querem. mas façam. vivam. dancem, cantem, pulem. e quando estiverem cansados, dancem mais. :) e sejam felizes, dê por onde der. há tanta coisa para ver... tanto para sentir, tanto para rir...cantar na rua, gritar na estrada, queimar canetas no Bres? tudo serve.&lt;br /&gt; se ainda assim precisares... confia nos outros (easy to say...) .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-113830890491438814?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/113830890491438814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=113830890491438814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113830890491438814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113830890491438814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/01/vive-la-vie.html' title='vive la vie.'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-113830786917803627</id><published>2006-01-26T20:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:15:55.936Z</updated><title type='text'>poema</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;ora bem... nao é grande coisa, e nada vos diz, mas ainda assim, diz me milhentas coisas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/1600/t79468.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="159" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3339/2099/320/t79468.1.jpg" width="267" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;há coisas que se devem esquecer, outras recordar, outras... apenas aprendemos e guardamos no fundo de nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc9933;"&gt;O que nao foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria estar contigo.Outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que te despediste,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa que queria te ter dito,&lt;br /&gt;Faz quase um ano,&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz ficou presa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa para te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;E nada disse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhaste para mim,&lt;br /&gt;E nesse teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Pareceu me ver…&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que passamos,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que vivemos.&lt;br /&gt;Um pequeno momento,&lt;br /&gt;A mim pareceu me horas…&lt;br /&gt;Em que vi nos teus olhos o adeus,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa para te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me esqueceu esses teus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Dum cinzento tão profundo,&lt;br /&gt;Um lago no qual me afoguei&lt;br /&gt;Vezes sem conta.&lt;br /&gt;E nesse dia, dizia me&lt;br /&gt;E suplicava, para ir contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa para te dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando virei as costas&lt;br /&gt;E não olhei para trás,&lt;br /&gt;Senti que ainda ali estavas,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que eu dissesse&lt;br /&gt;O que me ficou nos lábios.&lt;br /&gt;Não saberás nunca o quanto me custaram,&lt;br /&gt;Esses pequenos, escassos passos,&lt;br /&gt;De tantas vezes fiz aquele caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca o vi tão comprido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa para dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Fui me embora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu me apercebi do que fazia,&lt;br /&gt;E ainda agora não sei dizer quem foi embora,&lt;br /&gt;Se eu, se tu.&lt;br /&gt;Nem quem errou,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que devia te ter dito,&lt;br /&gt;Sei que me devias ter pedido,&lt;br /&gt;E agora é tarde.&lt;br /&gt;Estás longe e as minhas palavras já não te podem chegar.&lt;br /&gt;As saudades agora atacam-me,&lt;br /&gt;Impiedosas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa para dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-113830786917803627?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/feeds/113830786917803627/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20840844&amp;postID=113830786917803627&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113830786917803627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20840844/posts/default/113830786917803627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plim-puf.blogspot.com/2006/01/poema.html' title='poema'/><author><name>MJ</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04593339141388330733</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-20840844.post-113726896728651279</id><published>2006-01-14T19:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-13T14:20:05.946Z</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccccff;"&gt;fim de semana. alleluia. dormir e dormir, que estou cansada. cansada de tudo, um pouco de todos tambem. nao me apetece falar convosco, apetece me estar sozinha. sozinha por um pouco. uma boa musica e deixar o tempo passar. por um momento, nao tentar apanhar-lo, guardar numa caixinha e tirar uma foto para recordar. momentos, deixar passar, que estou cansada. e se alguem vier, que digam que nao estou. fechar os olhos e viajar. deambular nas ruas, viver sonhos. e quando acordar... nao penso nisso. imaginar, sonhar. mas sonhar com o que? campos verdes e paz? nao posso, muitos conflitos na minha cabeça. nao posso descansar. e tenho que fazer... aquilo e aquelotro. parar. tenho de me concentrar nisso. nao deve ser dificil. mas... cada vez que fecho os olhos, é a tua cara que aparece. e eu nao quero ver te. porque nao foi. e agora é tarde. nao importa mais. esquecer. e ocupar me com qualquer outra coisa que n o meu pensamento. porque de menos em menos o suporto. sobretudo nestes dias. fugir. qualquer coisa para fazer. um projeto. ajudar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20840844-113726896728651279?l=plim-puf.blogspot.com' alt='' 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