<?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-2870409890454348298</id><updated>2012-02-09T05:32:06.348Z</updated><title type='text'>Riku's Shadow</title><subtitle type='html'>Some say Writers have liberty.
Liberty to invent stuff, to create stuff, it's not always about them they write.
Damn, I hope I am a Writer.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-1844356461866731423</id><published>2011-04-10T02:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T02:32:51.035+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Worried about money?</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;             &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Worried about money?&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lose those worries by adding a second paycheck with  Strong Future International. 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Learn more at:&lt;br /&gt;              http://www.sfi4.com/11363746/FREE&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vale a pena :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;           &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-1844356461866731423?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/1844356461866731423/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=1844356461866731423' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1844356461866731423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1844356461866731423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2011/04/worried-about-money.html' title='Worried about money?'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3733763546363860442</id><published>2010-12-02T02:20:00.004Z</published><updated>2010-12-02T02:33:46.313Z</updated><title type='text'>Némesis.</title><content type='html'>Némesis.&lt;br /&gt;Todos temos um.&lt;br /&gt;Para muito apenas algo que querem evitar, para outros algo que gostam de enfrentar no dia a dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe, a expressão Némesis, pode simbolizar algo que por muito que tentemos não conseguimos alcançar, conquistar ou sair dela a ganhar. Seja esse ''algo'' uma pessoa ou simplesmente uma acção diária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Nemésia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(grego &lt;i&gt;Némesis, -eos&lt;/i&gt;, retribuição, ira devido a injustiça + &lt;i&gt;-ia&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pois bem, Némesis, era uma deusa grega, que como acima referido, julgava todos aqueles que se oponham com arrogância perante outros deuses e por isso era conhecida como uma deusa sem piedade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nome &lt;i&gt;Némesis&lt;/i&gt; está relacionada com a palavra grega "νέμειν" [némein], significando "to give what is due".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha pergunta, que nada disto interessava para ela, era :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vocês têm algum Némesis, e se têm, preferem enfrenta-lo todos os dias ou apenas evita-lo ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente curiosidade, não é por motivo nenhum.&lt;br /&gt;Quero que os meus se fodam..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours Truly,&lt;br /&gt;André Baptista&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3733763546363860442?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3733763546363860442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3733763546363860442' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3733763546363860442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3733763546363860442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/12/nemesis.html' title='Némesis.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-5987242024764896878</id><published>2010-07-06T21:06:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T21:11:11.668+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fraco..</title><content type='html'>Neste momento sinto-me um fraco.&lt;br /&gt;Fraco por não conseguir seguir o que a minha boca diz..&lt;br /&gt;Fraco por não ser forte à tentação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os fracos não merecem segundas hipóteses ..&lt;br /&gt;Aliás, os fracos não merecem um chavo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-5987242024764896878?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5987242024764896878/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=5987242024764896878' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5987242024764896878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5987242024764896878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/07/fraco.html' title='Fraco..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-1269471403275084995</id><published>2010-06-13T15:42:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:42:56.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;Is there anybody going to listen to my story &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;All about the girl  who came to stay? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;She's the kind of girl  you want so much it makes you  sorry &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Still you don't regret a single day  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ah, girl,girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-1269471403275084995?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/1269471403275084995/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=1269471403275084995' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1269471403275084995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1269471403275084995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/06/girl.html' title='Girl'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7553311457289924921</id><published>2010-04-20T00:21:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:32:31.261+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Complicado</title><content type='html'>O ser humano é complicado.&lt;br /&gt;É difícil até de explicar o que vai na cabeça de um. E vai sempre qualquer coisa.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei.. é que é mesmo complicado. E até estou a falar de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Não faço a mínima ideia o que me vai na cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou feliz, mas a minha cabeça nem sequer tem tempo para apreciar felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;É quase impossivel ter-se tanta coisa para pensar, quando não se tem nada para fazer.&lt;br /&gt;Mudanças..&lt;br /&gt;Muitas mudanças. Quase todas elas positivas. Quase todas elas me fazem um sorriso ainda de longe.&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim, não paro para aproveitar a felicidade que tenho agora.&lt;br /&gt;Não me interpretem de maneira errada, não me sinto miserável ou infeliz, simplesmente não ando aos saltos com os braços no ar.&lt;br /&gt;Quando devia estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma namorada que apesar de tudo, até é muito fixe. E sabe bem estar com ela. Até mesmo quando ela me olha com aqueles olhos de ''Tu não és meu namorado. Estou aqui contigo porque os teus beijos são algo de especial." .&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma família, que apesar de sentir que, de vez em quando, estou a mais. É perfeita.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho... amigos que se esquecem de mim, e que já não sei o que é estar com eles há algum tempo, mas mesmo assim, são uns porreiros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho uma onda enorme de mudanças a aproximar-se de mim. Em todos os aspectos. Familiares, pessoais, emocionais...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me bem por finalmente algo estar a acontecer, e de conseguir ser alguém nesta vida.&lt;br /&gt;Deixar de ser um teso para os amigos e namorada, deixar de ser um encargo para a família.&lt;br /&gt;Passar a ser alguém...&lt;br /&gt;E é positivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não sei se este ''pobre'' deve estranhar a enorme esmola que a vida me está a dar...&lt;br /&gt;Parece que falta pouco para saber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o ser humano não deixa de ser complicado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7553311457289924921?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7553311457289924921/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7553311457289924921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7553311457289924921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7553311457289924921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/04/complicado.html' title='Complicado'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-1662028983754047903</id><published>2010-04-12T19:38:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T19:52:10.741+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry's Not Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Acho que tenho um botão.&lt;br /&gt;Esse botão pode ser carregado facilmente, mas não é toda a gente que consegue carregar nele.&lt;br /&gt;É ele que define uma parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Boa ou má disposição.&lt;br /&gt;Muito ou pouco explosivo.&lt;br /&gt;Muito ou muito muito mimoso.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje pisei esse botão e mandei-o para o caralho.&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto que sejam pequenas coisas a dizer o que sou ou como sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olá,&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamo-me André Baptista. Tenho 19 anos. Não estou a estudar porque fui estúpido na altura errada. Não sei o que faço da vida e por isso não sei o que quero ser no futuro. Gosto de cantar. Gosto de escrever.&lt;br /&gt;Já perdi muitas oportunidades porque existe um botão, ou existia, e da-lhe pancadas de vez em quando.&lt;br /&gt;Nestas ultimas duas horas ando inquieto, porque me carregaram no botão e fiquei um bocado explosivo, e por isso fiz merda.&lt;br /&gt;Esperar é uma virtude, não sou muito virtuoso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt; Estou apaixonado por uma rapariga que conheço à 4 ou 5 anos.&lt;br /&gt;É complicado para mim aceitar que ainda gosto dela, porque eu sou estúpido e como já deu para perceber, não sei aproveitar nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu chamo-me André Baptista e hoje .. destruí a merda do botão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gostava que me dissesses :&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Claro que quero continuar amor .. zinho"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas também gostava de muito mais coisas..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Parece que vai ser mais uma para a minha lista.&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/2870409890454348298-1662028983754047903?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/1662028983754047903/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=1662028983754047903' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1662028983754047903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1662028983754047903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/04/sorrys-not-good-enough.html' title='Sorry&apos;s Not Good Enough'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-6283221863111211538</id><published>2010-04-03T19:22:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T19:25:16.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Monólogos do André</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" class="UIStory_Message" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Monólogos do André:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Hoje, infelizmente,  passei o dia todo a deambular pela casa. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Estava eu sentado no sofá,  levanto-me, saco de um cigarro e digo:&lt;br /&gt;"Bem, se não morrer de tédio,  posso sempre morrer de cancro no pulmão"&lt;br /&gt;Calo-me por segundos e digo:&lt;br /&gt;"Não, prefiro morrer de tédio. Cancro no pulmão é aborrecido"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 style="font-family: arial; font-weight: normal;" class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Obrigado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-6283221863111211538?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/6283221863111211538/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=6283221863111211538' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6283221863111211538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6283221863111211538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/04/monologos-do-andre.html' title='Monólogos do André'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-2630847191117114661</id><published>2010-03-28T19:46:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T21:00:29.617+01:00</updated><title type='text'>As teclas dizem tudo ..</title><content type='html'>O o o o o&lt;br /&gt;D F5(Volume) @ O&lt;br /&gt;D F5(Volume) @ O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A M I C U&lt;br /&gt;R U N 2 B ?&lt;br /&gt;I M N 2 U 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F D #&lt;br /&gt;Return D Tab&lt;br /&gt;4 I M Down 2 C U @&lt;br /&gt;905 &amp;amp; Shift 2 4 Play&lt;br /&gt;B 2 E Z O K Back 2 D 4 Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 6 A M I M N Ctrl&lt;br /&gt;I B # 1 Y D F5(Volume) @&lt;br /&gt;Y D F5(Volume) @ O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D F5(Volume) @ O&lt;br /&gt;D F5(Volume) @ O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U Esc 4 A .&lt;br /&gt;U F7(Rewind) 4 A .&lt;br /&gt;U Esc 4 A .&lt;br /&gt;U F7(Rewind) 4 A .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+ I M &gt; D X&lt;br /&gt;+ I M &gt; D X&lt;br /&gt;U Return 4 D Sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ahahahah se quiserem tradução .. peçam :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-2630847191117114661?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/2630847191117114661/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=2630847191117114661' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2630847191117114661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2630847191117114661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/as-teclas-dizem-tudo.html' title='As teclas dizem tudo ..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-5286098520379975497</id><published>2010-03-26T03:18:00.005Z</published><updated>2010-03-26T03:30:59.545Z</updated><title type='text'>Desafio RFM/LG Nova Voz Fingertips - André Baptista</title><content type='html'>Bem, vocês sabem que eu não jogo sempre com o baralho todo.&lt;br /&gt;E uma das minhas grandes paixões, sendo escrever uma delas, é cantar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem não sabe existe agora um desafio a decorrer, esse desafio é aquele que pode fazer de mim o próximo vocalista dos Fingertips.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho um caminho difícil pela frente, e como em tudo nesta vida, posso nem sequer sair do ''começo'' mas vou-me esforçar para conseguir alcançar as finais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Após a minha inscrição eles pediram-me que gravasse um filme comigo a cantar.&lt;br /&gt;Foi o que fiz.&lt;br /&gt;Digam-me o que acham..&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/pS5aNUj9LIk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/pS5aNUj9LIk&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-5286098520379975497?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5286098520379975497/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=5286098520379975497' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5286098520379975497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5286098520379975497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/desafio-rfmlg-nova-voz-fingertips-andre.html' title='Desafio RFM/LG Nova Voz Fingertips - André Baptista'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-6774427476798032082</id><published>2010-03-20T02:48:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-03-20T02:53:24.057Z</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tired of holding back&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being the one who does the right things for the wrong people&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being told what to do when there's nothing left to do&lt;br /&gt;Tired of being weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weakness Compels Strength. Betrayal Begets Blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to bed, and hope tomorrow I can make my life a better one ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tired..&lt;/span&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/2870409890454348298-6774427476798032082?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/6774427476798032082/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=6774427476798032082' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6774427476798032082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6774427476798032082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-4330725856852041911</id><published>2010-03-15T23:20:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:42:24.366Z</updated><title type='text'>Fill in My blank ..</title><content type='html'>You got __ where you want __ .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish she'd put &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;me &lt;/span&gt;in every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She&lt;/u&gt; looks like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;She&lt;/u&gt; tastes like the real thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt;'s got me doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your ears should be burning @&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-4330725856852041911?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/4330725856852041911/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=4330725856852041911' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4330725856852041911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4330725856852041911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/fill-in-my-blank.html' title='Fill in My blank ..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7437477511499735619</id><published>2010-03-11T21:43:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-03-15T23:54:11.615Z</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te regar... Minha Flor.</title><content type='html'>é estranho quando tudo parece correr tão bem,&lt;br /&gt;por vezes bem demais,&lt;br /&gt;parece que era suposto ter dado o seu tempo,&lt;br /&gt;até que um de nós quebrasse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas agora acho incrível como é que após tanto tempo, tanto stress.. hoje ser aquilo que sou para ti.&lt;br /&gt;é difícil conseguir explicar por palavras escritas aquilo que nem pela minha boca consegue sair.&lt;br /&gt;mas deixa-me dizer-te que o que quer que seja, que possa sair da minha boca, é tudo com a melhor das intenções... e essa intenção é dizer-te o quanto me deixas com o sorriso de cara, até mesmo quando recentemente o mundo me virou as costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;não sei o que fiz para receber metade do que estou a receber de ti, mas se soubesse, já o tinha feito há mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;sei que sou algo estranho, e de difícil compreensão. e sim.. também sei que é difícil aturar-me. até mesmo quando estou ''calmo''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas obrigado por existires.&lt;br /&gt;por partilhares esse sorriso comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"E não vês que é de nós o jardim que se fez&lt;br /&gt;Não vês que é para nós o jardim que nos faz em olhar&lt;br /&gt;Que este frio faz tremer quem fica&lt;br /&gt;E faz voltar o que tens e que é meu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7437477511499735619?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7437477511499735619/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7437477511499735619' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7437477511499735619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7437477511499735619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/quero-te-regar-minha-flor.html' title='Quero-te regar... Minha Flor.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3645116192891520434</id><published>2010-03-06T20:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-06T20:22:22.741Z</updated><title type='text'>Eight Wonder</title><content type='html'>Extra clever earthbound spirit&lt;br /&gt;Ghost in the form of a mongoose&lt;br /&gt;And I have hands and I have feet&lt;br /&gt;I'll never die, I am a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm here, I'm living in the wall&lt;br /&gt;I know, I might be small but I am a freak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou wilt never know what I am&lt;br /&gt;I am the fifth dimension and I will split the atom&lt;br /&gt;And if you see me, you're paralyzed&lt;br /&gt;Pillar of salt, you're mummified&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello, I'm here, I'm living in the wall&lt;br /&gt;I know, I might be small but I am the eighth wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3645116192891520434?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3645116192891520434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3645116192891520434' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3645116192891520434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3645116192891520434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/03/eight-wonder.html' title='Eight Wonder'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7150042141844837310</id><published>2010-02-23T04:07:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:07:33.146Z</updated><title type='text'>1º Concerto :D</title><content type='html'>&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Pessoal, dia 4 de Março, Quinta-feira, 15 Step no Pirata bar em Belém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;( Concerto à base de acústicos, com a minha participação e a do João Récio )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;Informações, digam qualquer coisa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7150042141844837310?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7150042141844837310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7150042141844837310' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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minha cabeça ecoam como se não houvesse amanhã. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( espero bem que haja )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estranhamente não querem sair, ou talvez seja eu que não quer que eles saiam. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( NÃO SAIAM ! )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estes gritos, acabando por se tornarem agradaveis, simbolizam um novo começo. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( um bom começo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um novo passo em frente nesta vida que nos engana com um abrir e fechar de olhos. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( vaca )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com ele, vem tudo o que de bom pode existir numa esquina vulgar. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( só coisas boas )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem que trazer uma nova relação, nem 1000 beijos a acompanhar, basta o movimento de um pombo para tudo ser mais cheio de cores. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( olha.. ah não, era um um pombo )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cores é alegria. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( cores bonitas )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é não haver problemas, ou quando há, é algo superior a qualquer um deles. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( true )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu primeiro passo face à superioridade numérica de coisas más foi dado. E com esse passo, tal como o meu pai diz, venho eu, que pareço um tanque de combate. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;( levo tudo à frente )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Se é paz que procuras, prepara-te para encontrar guerra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you ready to fight ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7907423407143912681?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7907423407143912681/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7907423407143912681' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7907423407143912681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7907423407143912681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/02/quase-pensamentos15.html' title='Quase, Pensamentos#1/5'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-5441352371939697309</id><published>2010-02-03T21:52:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:55:00.019Z</updated><title type='text'>Pensamentos #1</title><content type='html'>A parte mais complicada da vida é seguir em frente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uns anos atrás escrevi que o que interessa não é o inicio, mas a vontade de querer começar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que preciso disso.&lt;br /&gt;Seguir em frente, não olhar para trás e ficar contente por tudo ter acontecido.&lt;br /&gt;Tretas.&lt;br /&gt;Claro que fico contente por ter acontecido, mas acabou e é isso que agora dói.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é claro que não sou tão forte como pensava ser.&lt;br /&gt;E que a ideia de seguir em frente me assusta.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o túnel é escuro e todos nós merecemos um pouco de luz.&lt;br /&gt;Todos.&lt;br /&gt;Para isso fazemos sacrifícios.&lt;br /&gt;Uns que doem mais que outros.&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos eles são feitos por um bom motivo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu pai diz que estou a fazer isto para fugir aos meus problemas…&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é a primeira vez que concordo com ele sem pensar duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que já não há nada aqui para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Família.&lt;br /&gt;Esses seguem-nos para onde quer que vamos.&lt;br /&gt;Amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Os verdadeiros esperam por nós mesmo quando somos os últimos a chegar.&lt;br /&gt;Amor…&lt;br /&gt;Esse é aquele que nos prende.&lt;br /&gt;Com cordas e grades.&lt;br /&gt;É um choque quando as grades se abrem e as cordas se partem.&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos nós merecemos um pouco de luz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luz no nosso túnel.&lt;br /&gt;E devemos lutar por ela com unhas e dentes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É isto que vai na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;De uma maneira lógica e racional.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo quando nem isso me faz sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procura a tua luz.&lt;br /&gt;Eu…&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou à procura da minha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-5441352371939697309?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5441352371939697309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-2456788601482906309</id><published>2010-02-02T19:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-02T19:03:02.295Z</updated><title type='text'>Dedicatória ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="div_letra"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to go back to this moment&lt;br /&gt; Rearrange the past into the present&lt;br /&gt; She said "I can't hold you much longer, getting weaker", she said&lt;br /&gt; As she fades into the dark now, now how scary is that?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;She walks into this dark lit room, now where are you heading to?&lt;br /&gt; Yeah, I could hear the voices sounding like strangers, like prayers&lt;br /&gt; "Just go ahead and guess how, how much it hurts now", she said&lt;br /&gt; My heart kept fading to those words&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, this can be different now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby, you know that we can do it from the start&lt;br /&gt; I say baby, yeah, I can heal and mend your broken heart&lt;br /&gt; You know that we can do it, so&lt;br /&gt; Baby, there's a war outside these windows, now where are you heading to?&lt;br /&gt; Say, baby, well, all I ever wanted, girl, was you&lt;br /&gt; Now won't you let me show you, no?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I want to go back to this moment, to another time when I held you mine&lt;br /&gt; I wouldn't let you go ever again&lt;br /&gt; She said "There's nothing left to love here", now how scary is that?&lt;br /&gt; Those tears kept falling down on us&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, this can be different now&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby, you know that we can do it from the start&lt;br /&gt; I say baby, yeah, I can heal and mend your broken heart&lt;br /&gt; You know that we can do it, so&lt;br /&gt; Baby, there's a war outside these windows, now where are you heading to?&lt;br /&gt; Say, baby, well, all I ever wanted, girl, was you&lt;br /&gt; Now won't you let me show you, no?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Baby, baby&lt;br /&gt; Baby, baby&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;(Baby) You know that we can do it from the start&lt;br /&gt; (Baby) Yeah, I can heal and mend your broken heart&lt;br /&gt; (Baby) Yeah, I can heal and mend your broken heart&lt;br /&gt; Give me the chance, love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-2456788601482906309?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/2456788601482906309/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=2456788601482906309' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2456788601482906309'/><link rel='self' 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mundo é composto de mudança,&lt;br /&gt;Tomando sempre novas qualidades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamente vemos novidades,&lt;br /&gt;Diferentes em tudo da esperança;&lt;br /&gt;Do mal ficam as mágoas na lembrança,&lt;br /&gt;E do bem, se algum houve, as saudades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo cobre o chão de verde manto,&lt;br /&gt;Que já coberto foi de neve fria,&lt;br /&gt;E em mim converte em choro o doce canto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3538147176346385814?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3538147176346385814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3538147176346385814' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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catch(e) {}" href="http://www.howtogetyourgirlback.org/wp-content/howtogetyourgirlback_files/break%20up%20pain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 422px; height: 284px;" src="http://www.howtogetyourgirlback.org/wp-content/howtogetyourgirlback_files/break%20up%20pain.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: left;font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt;she just left me, oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; and there’s &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;no &lt;/span&gt;one here that I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; want to change her for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; and I was good for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; still she says she &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;don’t&lt;/span&gt; know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; who she adores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; where did we go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; was it somewhere along this trip to Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; where did we go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="txt_1"&gt; was it somewhere along this trip to Miami&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-6204143140477449902</id><published>2010-01-04T19:47:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-05T22:50:47.235Z</updated><title type='text'>Cover do Jura - Rui Veloso</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUZtIdjhfp0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/XUZtIdjhfp0&amp;amp;hl=pt_PT&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um momento de inspiração..&lt;br /&gt;Sei que não está minimamente bom, mas de mim também não se espera grande coisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( O que se passa nesta música é que eu gravei várias vezes, com tons diferentes e maneiras diferentes de a cantar. Talvez daí parecer que sou eu e mais alguém e também justificar a atrapalhação das letras xD )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-6204143140477449902?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/6204143140477449902/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=6204143140477449902' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6204143140477449902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6204143140477449902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/01/cover-do-jura-rui-veloso.html' title='Cover do Jura - Rui Veloso'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-501873883808250425</id><published>2010-01-04T00:28:00.003Z</published><updated>2010-01-04T00:38:34.426Z</updated><title type='text'>A Little writing before drinking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/S0E4gpXMfQI/AAAAAAAAACI/kJiW-ru0GKM/s1600-h/CIMG1885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/S0E4gpXMfQI/AAAAAAAAACI/kJiW-ru0GKM/s320/CIMG1885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422677559840898306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Para uns, ano novo é vida nova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Para mim não.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Só peço mais do mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os mesmo amigos, as mesmas noites, os mesmos sorrisos e gargalhadas.&lt;br /&gt;Que a primeira noite de todas, com a lua no seu lugar, veja esta noite como algo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Excepto o que está a acontecer na cozinha e no escritório. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isso é desnecessário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto é precioso, cada coisa à sua maneira.&lt;br /&gt;Que para o ano estejamos todos juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Melhores da vida.&lt;br /&gt;Sem remorsos ou tristezas.&lt;br /&gt;Com aquele sorriso de concretização estampado na cara.&lt;br /&gt;Juntos como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;Bom ano novo&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/2870409890454348298-501873883808250425?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/501873883808250425/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=501873883808250425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/501873883808250425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/501873883808250425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2010/01/little-writing-before-drinking.html' title='A Little writing before drinking'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/S0E4gpXMfQI/AAAAAAAAACI/kJiW-ru0GKM/s72-c/CIMG1885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-147828451556164271</id><published>2009-11-14T04:12:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-14T04:20:08.646Z</updated><title type='text'>Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://misspentlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 356px;" src="http://misspentlife.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/05/falling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there ain't no rest for the wicked,&lt;br /&gt;Money don't grow on trees,&lt;br /&gt;I got bills to pay,&lt;br /&gt;I got mouths to feed,&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing in this world for free.&lt;br /&gt;I know I can't slow down,&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold back&lt;br /&gt;Though you know I wish I could,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no there ain't no rest for the wicked,&lt;br /&gt;Until we close our eyes for good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-147828451556164271?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/147828451556164271/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=147828451556164271' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/147828451556164271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/147828451556164271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/11/oh-there-aint-no-rest-for-wicked.html' title='Oh, there ain&apos;t no rest for the wicked'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7689566507386358946</id><published>2009-10-20T01:43:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T02:43:17.258+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Cab on a road to redemption</title><content type='html'>Há quem diga que a vida é uma montanha russa, com os seus altos e baixos, mas existe um pequeno pormenor que muita gente se esquece, é que durante toda a viagem, podemos até ficar um pouco mal dispostos, mas acaba sempre com um grande sorriso na cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu vejo a vida como uma viagem de táxi.&lt;br /&gt;Tem a sua tarifa, várias estradas por escolher e somos nós, ou os nossos instintos, que as escolhemos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É como se o condutor, pelo que à pouco me referi como ''instintos'', nos desse a escolher os caminhos que temos disponíveis no momento, um género de GPS sentimental mas altamente sofisticado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dando o exemplo de uma pequena discussão, o nosso condutor, olha pelo espelho retrovisor e dirige-se a nós:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- O Sr. prefere ir pelo caminho mais rápido ou por um caminho que conheço? No mais rápido existe a hipótese de apanharmos transito e pelo caminho que conheço é um pouco mais longo, mas existe a possibilidade de chegarmos lá mais cedo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E como é óbvio nem sempre os nossos instintos são os mais correctos, e quando demoramos mais tempo a decidir o caminho mais certo a levar, ele tem a amabilidade de ter vontade própria e escolher o mais longo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque faz com que nós consigamos aprender alguma coisa. Porque se não aprendermos é simplesmente castigo.&lt;br /&gt;E claro, a tarifa está a aumentar e o taxista a ficar mais contente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vou mentir e dizer que tudo é mau, porque em todos os caminhos conseguimos ver umas boas vistas do outro lado do vidro, mas nada que consiga remediar o tempo que se gasta na curva errada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao menos se ele coloca-se a pergunta de outra forma, seria bem mais fácil absorver a questão, reflectir no assunto e responder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tu preferes ir pelo caminho mais fácil, em que pedes desculpa e esperas que ela aceite, ou vamos antes continuar a discutir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo assim.. demoramos sempre o nosso tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é como uma montanha russa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponto 1 - Não podemos esperar que por 2€ vamos conseguir aproveitar aquilo que temos ao nosso dispor.&lt;br /&gt;Ponto 2 - Esses 2€ fazem com que passes os próximos 5 minutos a gritar.&lt;br /&gt;Ponto 3 - Não podemos resumir a nossa vida a 5 minutos, porque se o fizermos, acho que praticamente todos nós vamos parar ao inferno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab driver, take me to the safest place you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cab on a road to redemption.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7689566507386358946?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7689566507386358946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7689566507386358946' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7689566507386358946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7689566507386358946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/10/cab-on-road-to-redemption.html' title='Cab on a road to redemption'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-2424636246402539135</id><published>2009-10-10T23:53:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T23:58:05.024+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canal Zero</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/StERczdSPrI/AAAAAAAAACA/sehf15l3h_Y/s1600-h/televisao1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/StERczdSPrI/AAAAAAAAACA/sehf15l3h_Y/s320/televisao1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391109415486242482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi na TV que aprendi a ser homem&lt;br /&gt;foi na TV que aprendi a sorrir&lt;br /&gt;põe-me a mão no bolso&lt;br /&gt;ensina-me o abraço&lt;br /&gt;que eu sou uma puta&lt;br /&gt;e não sei o que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi na TV que aprendi a ser puta&lt;br /&gt;estou tão feliz por não ter uma luta&lt;br /&gt;põe-me a mão no ombro&lt;br /&gt;ensina-me o que eu faço&lt;br /&gt;que eu sou uma coisa&lt;br /&gt;e tu és o meu espaço&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-2424636246402539135?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/2424636246402539135/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=2424636246402539135' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2424636246402539135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2424636246402539135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/10/canal-zero.html' title='Canal Zero'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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/_oAWOiE34zYU/StERczdSPrI/AAAAAAAAACA/sehf15l3h_Y/s72-c/televisao1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-8033618927680908782</id><published>2009-05-29T01:10:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T01:13:18.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Embora doa ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/Sh8oiKj9wgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sP_EPOy-Id4/s1600-h/22-01-06_1823.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oAWOiE34zYU/Sh8oiKj9wgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sP_EPOy-Id4/s320/22-01-06_1823.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341032250500563458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;É a dúvida que resta que me leva a perguntar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Qual papel será o meu? O de quem nada faz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Embora doa, nada fiz para mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Embora doa, nada vai mudar&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/2870409890454348298-8033618927680908782?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/8033618927680908782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=8033618927680908782' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8033618927680908782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8033618927680908782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/05/embora-doa.html' title='Embora doa ..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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/_oAWOiE34zYU/Sh8oiKj9wgI/AAAAAAAAAB4/sP_EPOy-Id4/s72-c/22-01-06_1823.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-552803707032926225</id><published>2009-05-13T23:13:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T23:27:32.331+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacrifice</title><content type='html'>Sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;Pior que acordar todos os dias na cama errada. Olhar todos os dias para a vista errada.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhar, enquanto se arrasta os pés suavemente nos chão, para destinos ainda por conhecer, mas todos eles em sítios errados, porque, também nós, estamos em lugares errados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;Olhar todos os dias para pessoas que nos querem ver de costas, para puderem dizer o que não nos conseguem dizer na frente.&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a caminhar por todos aqueles caminhos. Ruas e avenidas. Casas, cafés, escolas, escolhas, decisões, descidas de humor tanto como todas as subidas de paixão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;Só mais um, juntamente com todos os outros que se fazem no dia-a-dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifício.&lt;br /&gt;Perto do que faço. São apenas mais um beliscão neste mundo de cão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'' Posso não ter encontrado a rapariga perfeita nesta procura profunda. Mas nesta, fui encontrando mais um pouco de mim. Abri a voz, o coração, os braços e a mente. Tudo isto faz de mim quem eu sou agora. I discovered one thing ... I am ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                                                                              Awesome''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( Escrito por mim à séculos atrás. )&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/2870409890454348298-552803707032926225?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/552803707032926225/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=552803707032926225' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/552803707032926225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/552803707032926225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/05/sacrifice.html' title='Sacrifice'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-8475005109420123866</id><published>2009-04-08T23:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T00:09:47.894+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Chegou atrasado ...</title><content type='html'>Tenho andado a pensar em alguma forma de puder descrever aquele evento.&lt;br /&gt;I mean, não sabia que tinha tantos amigos. Ou não sabia que havia tanta gente que aproveita aquele tipo de oportunidades para beber à descrição.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me lembro ao certo do que comi.&lt;br /&gt;Posso dizer que as pessoas que me rodeavam naquela noite sabem-no melhor que eu, pois passaram a noite a roubar-me comida.&lt;br /&gt;Why me?&lt;br /&gt;Era só mais uma noite, repleta de amigos, posso até dizer, repleta de família.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lá estavam aquele amigos que vierem através de outros.. e que se conseguiram manter ''ligados'' a mim durante algum tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também estavam aqueles queridos, aqueles que não troco por nada... mesmo que se embebedem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantos sorrisos que, apesar de nem sempre ser eu o motivo, me deixavam mais contente de os ter lá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos o homem do militar, que se acompanhava pelas duas amigas da borga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos o grande amigo, porem de vez em quando afastado, búlgaro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois colegas de turma, o brasileiro e a minha irmã imaginária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu grande irmão, aquele puto giro, que se embebeda com 3 copos de sangria e como se não bastasse, culpava o seu enorme almoço.. ''Uma omelete''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tínhamos a minorca e o seu novo namorado, que apesar de tantas confusões esteve presente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E lá estava aquela rapariga que anda sempre bem acompanhada. Nessa noite estava deveras.. contente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Também lá estava o homem do pijama aka o loirinho número 2 aka o meu mano mais novo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os dois skinheads, os homens do CS, que tanto um como outro, tenho-os em grande consideração e carinho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinha a minha irmã, que apesar de na manhã seguinte ter que se levantar cedo porque o trabalho nem sempre dá folgas nessas alturas, esteve presente com um sorriso na cara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esteve a outra maluca, a minha namorada (ou ex) (ou não) (ou sim) (naaah, não me parece), que conseguiu passar 2 aniversários comigo. O que é de se louvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E estive eu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só mais um aniversariante feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Que mais poderia pedir ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só se faz 18 anos uma vez..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E 19..&lt;br /&gt;E 20..&lt;br /&gt;E....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-8475005109420123866?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/8475005109420123866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=8475005109420123866' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8475005109420123866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8475005109420123866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/04/chegou-atrasado.html' title='Chegou atrasado ...'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3300776449698025676</id><published>2009-01-10T20:19:00.002Z</published><updated>2009-01-10T20:26:17.631Z</updated><title type='text'>A Pressão da exposição - de Pac Man</title><content type='html'>"... e agora se estou bem-disposto é porque devo estar bebado ou drogado , se não me sinto bem é porque devo estar bebado ou drogado , se um dia não me apetecer sorrir é porque sou muito antipatico mas se por acaso no dia a seguir sorrir muito até pode ser que seja falso. Não há abebias. Porque como diz o outro : Não há almoços grátis. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De Pac Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um Outro Amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Digam o que conseguem sacar deste pequeno parágrafo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Restos, amor, não ando com paciência para escrever, mas assim que a adquirir novamente, aquela noite vai ficar aqui exposta aos olhos de toda a gente que entrar neste blog. ( que são MUITAS) Porque afinal .. só tinhas comido uma omolete ..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3300776449698025676?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3300776449698025676/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3300776449698025676' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3300776449698025676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3300776449698025676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2009/01/presso-da-exposio-de-pac-man.html' title='A Pressão da exposição - de Pac Man'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3250975252150938766</id><published>2008-12-19T23:07:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:13:59.750Z</updated><title type='text'>Delete and rewrite it.</title><content type='html'>The reason I want to yell these crazy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Is because there's no proof of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a conflict between dignity and freedom&lt;br /&gt;In this future I discovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason I want to erase these estrange images from my mind&lt;br /&gt;Is because I can see my limitations in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the window of my excessive self-consciousness&lt;br /&gt;Lies last year's calendar with no dates written on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delete and rewrite it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a presence great enough&lt;br /&gt;To make me forget those ridiculous dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rewrite it for a dramatic revival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even a meaningless dream is enough to create it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me your body and soul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3250975252150938766?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3250975252150938766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3250975252150938766' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3250975252150938766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3250975252150938766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/12/delete-and-rewrite-it.html' title='Delete and rewrite it.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3035584622460997433</id><published>2008-12-17T00:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:26:30.534Z</updated><title type='text'>:D</title><content type='html'>O Natal está a chegar e com ele também vem o meu 18º aniversário..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QUERO PRENDAS !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3035584622460997433?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3035584622460997433/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3035584622460997433' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3035584622460997433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3035584622460997433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/12/d.html' title=':D'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-5644957911247937983</id><published>2008-12-09T20:05:00.004Z</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:24:14.142Z</updated><title type='text'>Emotion Sickness</title><content type='html'>Life isn't fare, we all know that.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she get's us from behind, just to show you, you're still alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't let her do whatever she likes.. We need to hold what it's ours.&lt;br /&gt;She'll trick us..&lt;br /&gt;One by one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hardest part is watching people we love, departing for a greater life, leaving behind moments of dispair, missing the moments we once shared, laughs or tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dust calls us, like an entry for the afterlife.. An entry noone wants to walk trough.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotion Sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( I'm sorry i wasn't there when you needed. You'll always be my brother. The one i never had, but will always be around. Love you Roxas. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Burn my knees and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Burn my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Burn my knees and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Burn my knees and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Get up get up get up get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Get up get up get up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; Won't you stop my pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Emotion Sickness&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/2870409890454348298-5644957911247937983?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5644957911247937983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=5644957911247937983' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5644957911247937983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5644957911247937983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/12/emotion-sickness.html' title='Emotion Sickness'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3621917265391328150</id><published>2008-12-01T22:49:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:02:11.417Z</updated><title type='text'>Freezing Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://politicook.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/hell-frozen-over.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 277px;" src="http://politicook.net/wp-content/uploads/2008/07/hell-frozen-over.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É uma meia contradição..&lt;br /&gt;Meia..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Está um frio que uma pessoa já não sabe onde se vai pôr a seguir.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que é a unica altura em que se disser ''Vai para a c*** da tua mãe'' as pessoas eram REALMENTE capazes de ponderar isso, porque deve estar lá mais quente do que aqui fora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois a raça humana está cada vez mais confusa, e cada vez mais anormaleca, que por tudo e por nada meus senhores, por TUDO e por NADA, arranjam confusões e mais comichoes nas artroses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois, cada diz que passa estamos mais velhos. ''Só és velho a partir de uma certa idade, ainda és um puto novo''.&lt;br /&gt;Puto novo ? Os putos novos não têm dores na coluna e cabelos brancos!&lt;br /&gt;E só para vossa informação, vou fazer 18 anos daqui a 23 dias, por isso o puto aqui é o Récio.&lt;br /&gt;E SIM , eu tenho que falar nele em todos os posts.&lt;br /&gt;Ele está cá para alguma coisa... ( Que não vos vou dizer o que é, mas que ele faz divinalmente. ) ( Ok ok .. Panquecas )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh well,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm Starting To Live In A Freezing Hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3621917265391328150?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3621917265391328150/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3621917265391328150' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3621917265391328150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3621917265391328150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/12/freezing-hell.html' title='Freezing Hell'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-623322500382156059</id><published>2008-12-01T00:44:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-12-01T00:59:00.821Z</updated><title type='text'>Free Of Charge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cevantive.myicourse.com/UserFiles/cevantive/UserFiles/Image/free_sign_med.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://cevantive.myicourse.com/UserFiles/cevantive/UserFiles/Image/free_sign_med.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tempos passam.. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Some change, some don't&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Alguns procuram aventuras novas , outros preferem assentar.&lt;br /&gt;Uns procuram amigos novos, outros dão mais valor aos que têm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a parecer-me com o Ricardo Araujo Pereira. Depois da saga dos Gato Fedorento me ter passado pela caximónia continuo a parecer-me com aquele rapaz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas parece que agora os meus pais já começam a achar piada, quando antes me davam estaladas só com um olhar.. ''Tipo ... Cala-te''.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltei a ser badocha. Após ter estado tããão apetecivel e de ter engatado o Récio, voltei a engordar.. Que vida a minha, só espero que ele agora não me deixe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a ser fascinado pelos Toranja e o Tiago Bettencourt. Graças à minha namorada tive o prazer de ir vê-lo ao Casino do Estoril.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a tentar meter piada ...&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a falhar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a pensar que consigo mudar o mundo, mas depois disso fecho-me numa loja a vender telemoveis a aturar velhas..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Life's quite a mystery&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acima de tudo, continuo a ser quem era, talvez mais sério quando é preciso, e cada vez mais parvo quando não é.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo ao lado de quem me quer a seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;Free Of Charge. ( Excepto ao Récio, que tem que me pagar uns almoços. )&lt;br /&gt;Sem remorsos.&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de enfrentar o que der e vier a seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Days go by&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-623322500382156059?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/623322500382156059/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=623322500382156059' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/623322500382156059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/623322500382156059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/12/free-of-charge.html' title='Free Of Charge'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-6151709296945622755</id><published>2008-11-25T20:39:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:54:32.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Para quem sentiu a minha falta...</title><content type='html'>Como tudo na vida, tudo tem principio, meio e fim.&lt;br /&gt;As aparências por vezes iludem os corações mais fracos, mas como alguém um dia disse: '' Porque para voltar apenas é preciso sentir a nossa falta ''&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que ninguém sente a minha falta,  mas penso que determinar fim a algo que podia ter o seu próprio meio... é desperdiçar a vida a um ser um tanto ou pouco imaginário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há quem se queixe da vida, quem prefira mostrar ao mundo os seus dotes de por as palavras em verso e até outros que preferem falar do nada.&lt;br /&gt;Tanta forma de escrever que a escrita em si já não se conhece.&lt;br /&gt;Cada aventura é uma aventura e as palavras dão sempre um extase especial até mesmo às mais monotonas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Enquanto deslizava no mundo, em ruas estreitas e compridas, onde lindas flores deslumbravam, as sombras que passavam, com o reflexo do sol que ja não sei vê, entrei num edificio para buscar aquilo que me fazia mais falta, e que cada vez custa mais ter.''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;''Fui buscar pão''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, o que queria mesmo dizer, é que quando pensares que tudo acabou, procura aquela ''florzinha'' que te dá a luz, mesmo quando não tens o teu sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem sentiu a minha falta...&lt;br /&gt;Voltei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baptista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-6151709296945622755?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/6151709296945622755/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=6151709296945622755' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6151709296945622755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6151709296945622755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/11/para-quem-sentiu-minha-falta.html' title='Para quem sentiu a minha falta...'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-3622688286949201667</id><published>2008-07-20T22:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:28:02.760+01:00</updated><title type='text'># Like a Bubble '</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry-body" style="width: 595px;"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É como uma bolha,&lt;br /&gt;Flutua sem se saber o seu destino,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que mais tarde ou mais cedo,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrará a pessoa indicada para rebentar e deixar rastos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento sopra com ele e em conjunto tornam-se um só.&lt;br /&gt;Um só.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Uma coisa gira de se ver,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a união de tudo o que queremos,&lt;br /&gt;Acontece mesmo aos nossos pés.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;É como uma bolha,&lt;br /&gt;Essa bolha chama-se amor,&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que a sentiste a rebentar em ti.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Onde é que está a tua bolha?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3622688286949201667?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3622688286949201667/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3622688286949201667' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3622688286949201667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3622688286949201667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/07/like-bubble.html' title='# Like a Bubble &apos;'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7653300270487323782</id><published>2008-05-18T22:25:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T22:48:30.680+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teorias da Tanga, do boxer, do fio, do ...</title><content type='html'>Olá amigos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's me .. Mario Das Couves .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou hoje aqui para falar de uma da inumeras teorias que a minha cabeça cria enquanto estou na casa de banho ou a fazer algo de igual inutilidade  do genero: falar com o récio, conversar com o récio, dialogar com o récio, bater um papo com o récio ou até mesmo atirando palavras ao mesmo referido anteriormente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, a teoria de hoje, que como sempre, devido à minha incapacidade de manter só um tema, vai abranger vários temas e outras teorias até, é algo estranho que não dei propriamente um nome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ora bem, eu sou um policia, estou no meu primeiro dia de trabalho, dirijo-me ao quartel onde vou recolher todo o meu equipamento necessário para fazer a ''porta'' ( pronome que se usa quando o objectivo do agente da autoridade é guardar a porta do quartel ... LOL don't ask ), quando se chega um outro policia e diz-me:&lt;br /&gt;- Ora portanto o senhor ... Das Couves veio portanto ao seu primeiro dia de portanto trabalho. siga portanto este corredor e portanto, encontrará portanto a sala de portanto equipamentos onde estará portanto outro colega meu que portanto lhe irá das as suas indicações. ( Devem faltar ''portantos'' ) Portanto , o meu nome é Agente Portanto.&lt;br /&gt;Lá fui eu, segui ''portanto'' o corredor e realmente encontrei um outro colega numa sala que realmente poderia ser a sala de equipamentos.. ou um vestuário de portanto .. rabetas.&lt;br /&gt;- Ai olá colega. hoje é o seu primeiro dia de trabalho não é ? coitadinho do menino, você até é girito agora assim a gastar as suas forças a dar com o cacetete nas pessoas mauzinhas que roubam e dão tau-tau noutras pessoas. só a mim é que ninguem me da tau-tau..............&lt;br /&gt;Pois portanto, você veio buscar o seu equipamento. ora aqui tem. Por detrás da porta nº 1 está .... UM CACETETE. Senhor Das Couves, quer arriscar ?&lt;br /&gt;- ....&lt;br /&gt;- Por detrás da porta nº 2 está .... A SUA PROPRIA FARDA E DERIVADOS. Senhor das couves ?&lt;br /&gt;- ....&lt;br /&gt;- Por detrás de mim está ( gargalhadas ) .....&lt;br /&gt;- ....&lt;br /&gt;- Por detrás da porta nº 3 está .... A SUA PRÓPRIA BARRIGA DE CERVEJA !!! ( e era sobre isto a minha teoria ... isto era só uma introdução engraçada )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que todos, ou quase todos, os agentes de autoridade deste pais teem a barriga de cerveja com mais de 5 centimetros ? Epá , devolvam a bola aos putos ... ! Eles também teem necessidades !&lt;br /&gt;Será que é para pressionar as pessoas '' mauzinhas '' como acima referido a deixarem de ser o que são ?&lt;br /&gt;- Ó PORTASTE BEM OU LEVAS COM A MINHA BARRIGA !&lt;br /&gt;- NÃÃÃÃÃÃOOOO!&lt;br /&gt;- Ah bom !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amigos, vamos lá a fazer uma dieta, porque os pretos correm como o caralho e se não forem vocês a prenderem-nos eu não sou de certeza !&lt;br /&gt;Acho que se comprassem uma cana de pesca e fizessem com os desenhos animados, daria muito mais resultado.. ( Enfiarem a cana de pesca nas calças de modo a ficar um donuts a balouçar à frente deles o que os obriga a correr .. ) ( esqueçam )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outra teoria .. PORQUE É QUE O PINTO DA COSTA PODE PAGAR ÀS PESSOAS COM CHEQUES DE VALES PARA PUTAS E EU NAO POSSO PAGAR COM PAPEL HIGIENICO ?&lt;br /&gt;Dá tudo na mesma merda .. até é mais higienico ser pago com papel higienico, não é por ser higienico, é mesmo porque com as merdas de putas que andam aí, sais mais cagado se lá fores do que se fores realmente cagar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso e contraplacados ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do Vosso Amigo .. Das Couves :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7653300270487323782?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7653300270487323782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7653300270487323782' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7653300270487323782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7653300270487323782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/05/teorias-da-tanga-do-boxer-do-fio-do.html' title='Teorias da Tanga, do boxer, do fio, do ...'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3762127489209666494</id><published>2008-04-16T20:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T20:56:59.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'>One world ... One habitant</title><content type='html'>Corro para que ninguém me apanhe num mundo onde nada me pára, mas mesmo assim sinto que algo está para crescer, apesar de ser o maior que podes encontrar nos MEUS arredores.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo que vivo não podes pedir ajuda a mais ninguém a não ser a mim porque mais ninguém te consegue ajudar da mesma maneira que eu, pois eu sou único naquele mundo , ao contrário deste que sou mais um igual a todos os outros inúteis que encontras por aí a vaguear nas ruas mais imundas que podes imaginar. O que nos diferencia é o nome... e nem nisso às vezes me posso fiar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto esse algo a crescer, mas deixa-me já avisar, seja o que for, pode já amansar porque aqui quem manda sou eu! eu componho as regras tanto como as executo!&lt;br /&gt;Execução é comigo, sou o teu juiz, o teu advogado e até os jurados que tens de impressionar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o TEU DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Queres algo? Impressiona-me e logo se verá o teu julgamento de dores e correrias para fugir de algo que nunca te irá apanhar porque o que está para crescer na realidade é só mais um músculo que TU CRIASTE NO TEU PRÓPRIO MUNDO ONDE MAIS NADA EXISTE... EXCEPTO TU!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3762127489209666494?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3762127489209666494/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3762127489209666494' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3762127489209666494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3762127489209666494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/04/one-world-one-habitant.html' title='One world ... One habitant'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-4551840048715425814</id><published>2008-02-28T19:24:00.003Z</published><updated>2008-02-28T19:32:09.002Z</updated><title type='text'>Tudo muda ... Mas o que sentimos continua o mesmo.</title><content type='html'>Sempre é verdade, a beleza de uma relação destaca-se mais no início. No início tudo é bonito. Depois começamo-nos a deparar com situações que nos levam a pensar em tudo. Eu pensei, e cheguei à conclusão que tu és o meu "tudo".&lt;br /&gt;Sinceramente, nem pensei... Tudo o que me aparecia à frente, tudo o que me rodeava, mostrava-me que é contigo que sou feliz, foi contigo que alcancei a felicidade que tenho hoje. E não te quero perder por discussões manhosas e sem sentido. Porque o que sentimos um pelo outro, é mais forte que tudo o que possa existir, e até o dia em que isso já não seja verdade, aí sim, "tudo" estará perdido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te Mafalda Anjo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo muda ... Mas o que sentimos continua o mesmo, apenas mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;Não te vou perder por nada deste mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-4551840048715425814?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/4551840048715425814/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=4551840048715425814' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4551840048715425814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4551840048715425814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/02/tudo-muda-mas-o-que-sentimos-continua-o.html' title='Tudo muda ... Mas o que sentimos continua o mesmo.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3881314143114231149</id><published>2008-01-07T20:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-07T22:53:00.754Z</updated><title type='text'>You give me something ..</title><content type='html'>This is not another text to have you , this one's different.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not working my talking just so you can actually see , how much I love you .&lt;br /&gt;I'm working it to let you know , that I still love you , even more .&lt;br /&gt;This is not another text to have you , this one is a text to keep you .&lt;br /&gt;Here , next to me , just like I wish you could be , forever .&lt;br /&gt;But forever seems so close now , time is passing us by .&lt;br /&gt;Let's make time together , so we can swim on it .&lt;br /&gt;Laugh along , scream along , sing along , those notes and lyrics we love .&lt;br /&gt;You have changed everything around me , to a greater good , I hope .&lt;br /&gt;I believe so ..&lt;br /&gt;And just like I always said , let's make it bigger , the feeling , so we can tell everyone , what being happy means , with the one's we love , with the friends we cherish , and the moments to remember .&lt;br /&gt;Luckily , you appear in every meaning of the true word . Happiness .&lt;br /&gt;Beauty , Freedom , Truth and Love ..&lt;br /&gt;How wonderful life is now you're in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te Mafalda @&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please hold me . Pretend tomorrow doesn't exist .&lt;br /&gt;Love me .. Believe we can live that unexisting tomorrow .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3881314143114231149?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3881314143114231149/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3881314143114231149' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3881314143114231149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3881314143114231149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-give-me-something.html' title='You give me something ..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3090396483953380443</id><published>2007-11-22T18:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-22T18:41:16.754Z</updated><title type='text'>Porque és Perfeitinha .. @</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vejo &lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brilho&lt;/span&gt; que tens no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhar&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada vez que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ouço &lt;/span&gt;, o teu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;respirar&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada momento que os teus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lábios &lt;/span&gt;tocam nos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meus &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou cada momento que um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beijo &lt;/span&gt;nos leva aos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;céus &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu sinto-me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contente &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorriso &lt;/span&gt;na cara , lá vou eu na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escola &lt;/span&gt;, como não quer a coisa , &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cumprimentar &lt;/span&gt;os meus &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos &lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fingir &lt;/span&gt;que é só mais um dia na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vida do Baptista &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas há &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;algo &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;novo &lt;/span&gt;, uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nova paixão &lt;/span&gt;, uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nova razão &lt;/span&gt;, mais um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bater &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coração &lt;/span&gt;, que me faz &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encarar tudo e todos&lt;/span&gt; com esse sorriso .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fazes-me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;voar &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;divagar &lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perder &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encontrar  &lt;/span&gt;um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguém &lt;/span&gt;como &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;tu &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguém &lt;/span&gt;, tem-se tornado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essencial &lt;/span&gt;para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mim &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essencial &lt;/span&gt;como o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;peixe &lt;/span&gt;por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;água &lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;homem &lt;/span&gt;por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ar &lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;drogado &lt;/span&gt;por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;droga &lt;/span&gt;ou o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Noddy &lt;/span&gt;pela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ursa Teresa&lt;/span&gt; ..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( e não me tentem enganar , dizendo que eles não se andam a comer ! Porque andam ! (a) :D )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;És &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essencial &lt;/span&gt;à &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;minha maneira &lt;/span&gt;.. uma maneira que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vai durar &lt;/span&gt;.. por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;muito tempo &lt;/span&gt;..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;E só porque és perfeitinha ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&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/2870409890454348298-3090396483953380443?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3090396483953380443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3090396483953380443' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3090396483953380443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3090396483953380443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/11/porque-s-perfeitinha.html' title='Porque és Perfeitinha .. @'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-4625944394935642961</id><published>2007-11-18T11:21:00.001Z</published><updated>2007-11-18T11:44:46.527Z</updated><title type='text'>És tão perfeitinha</title><content type='html'>Eu podia desenha-las , a perfeição faltaria , como o brilho dos meus olhos .&lt;br /&gt;Podíamos ser os maiores , sentir aquele tremor abaixo do coração . Aquele que sentimos quando estamos juntos .&lt;br /&gt;Sempre ..&lt;br /&gt;Não pode correr mal , não vou dar hipóteses para isso ..&lt;br /&gt;És tão perfeitinha ..&lt;br /&gt;Tão perfeita que tudo o que me parecia ser bom , agora não vale nada ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why can't we be like that forever ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I want to ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Tens testado cada frase que digo , cada movimento que faço .. cada sorriso desnecessário.&lt;br /&gt;Não tem sido .. bom .. ? ( LOL )&lt;br /&gt;Vamos tornar esses momentos eternos .. momentos que podemos sentir , o que todos querem sentir .&lt;br /&gt;És tão perfeitinha ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tão perfeita que tudo aquilo que poderia ser bom , contigo , é impossível .. é um sonho .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want to be like that forever ?&lt;br /&gt;Make it bigger .. the feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;És tão perfeitinha ..&lt;br /&gt;Tão perfeita que agora sei o que é ser feliz ..&lt;br /&gt;E tu és a minha razão ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do you want it to last forever ?&lt;br /&gt;Me too ..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&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/2870409890454348298-4625944394935642961?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/4625944394935642961/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=4625944394935642961' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4625944394935642961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4625944394935642961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/11/s-to-perfeitinha.html' title='És tão perfeitinha'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-5417546784202013269</id><published>2007-11-14T17:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-14T18:00:41.590Z</updated><title type='text'>More Angel Than The Name ItSelf .</title><content type='html'>I was in the bus , riding myself home .. I saw a girl , she was quiet .. a bit shy I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Looking to everything , searching for something , she tried as hard as she could , to see the world she's in.&lt;br /&gt;She felt what other people were feeling.&lt;br /&gt;Smiled when a boy told a joke.&lt;br /&gt;And I could see the spark in her eyes , when she looked to a girl , she was crying.&lt;br /&gt;I guess she was happy that her day had finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;She was interesting.&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last post I said my heart was open for new people , new friends.&lt;br /&gt;It still is.&lt;br /&gt;But now , a bit smaller , because I met the girl who is going to change a world .&lt;br /&gt;My world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl , who .. isn't just angel by name .&lt;br /&gt;She brights my day , and darken my night .&lt;br /&gt;She is my present , even knowing she's not around .&lt;br /&gt;I saw her .. I liked her .. and now I'm falling for her.&lt;br /&gt;Her smile , her eyes ... HERSELF.&lt;br /&gt;She is interesting ..&lt;br /&gt;A lot of people are .&lt;br /&gt;But she's important ..&lt;br /&gt;And I want her , and nobody else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-5417546784202013269?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5417546784202013269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=5417546784202013269' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5417546784202013269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5417546784202013269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/11/more-angel-than-name-itself.html' title='More Angel Than The Name ItSelf .'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3638713745082756645</id><published>2007-11-12T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-11-12T22:05:27.223Z</updated><title type='text'>7 hundred places .. 7 hundred faces more.</title><content type='html'>O meu coração já tem mais espaço, para novas amizades, que irão aparecer, que já começam a aparecer, ' como quem não quer a coisa '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" &lt;br /&gt;  Sinto falta ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Do quê ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  De algo, não sei bem ao certo do quê, mas sei que o meu coração está mais leve ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Como é que eu vejo isso ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Não, não é por saltar mais alto ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Também não sei ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sinto que algo está diferente, será que mudei ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Ou tudo o que era simplesmente desapareceu ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Abdiquei de tanto para ser quem sou ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  E quero tanto ser outra pessoa .. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje em dia todos nós temos uma maneira de ser, nem sempre é aceite pelas pessoas que nos envolvem todos os dias, mas é quem somos, e demoramos algum tempo a sê-lo, sim, talvez só ficamos a ganhar se mudar-mos, mas estaríamos a voltar as costas aquilo que criamos, a única coisa nossa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olho nos olhos de quem me odeia, vejo um sorriso na cara deles, e com um " Olá " meio fraco cumprimentam-me como se nada fosse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto falta de algo. Não é falta deles de certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração já tem mais espaço, para novas amizades, que irão aparecer, que já começam a aparecer, ' como quem não quer a coisa '.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorrisos são os demais, e os olhares a dobrar.&lt;br /&gt;Visto que cada rosto tem dois olhos e sorriso só um.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a luz nesses olhos enchem a minha vida com novos desafios, temas de conversa, saídas, pessoas novas, ainda mais pessoas novas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas com sorte serás tu ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração já tem mais espaço, para novas amizades, que irão aparecer, que já começam a aparecer, ' como quem não quer a coisa '.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3638713745082756645?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Scolari'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-8514168677475139625</id><published>2007-09-23T01:27:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:28:04.037+01:00</updated><title type='text'>'Portugal Precisa De Mamar' xD LOOL</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/sapovideo/swf/flvplayer-sapo.swf?file=http://rd.pftv.videos.sapo.pt/QA8YVfn7kEwCmmuZ5RsP/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="400" height="325" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-8514168677475139625?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' 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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-2870409890454348298.post-3399196465668045620</id><published>2007-09-23T01:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-23T01:07:17.993+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story About Love</title><content type='html'>Days turn into weeks,&lt;br /&gt;Weeks turn into months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, one not so very special day,&lt;br /&gt;I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I wrote our story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A story about the time,&lt;br /&gt;A story about the place,&lt;br /&gt;A story about the peolple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all things, a Story About Love,&lt;br /&gt;A Love that will live forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'The greatest thing, you'll ever learn, is just to love, and be loved in return'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3399196465668045620?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3399196465668045620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3399196465668045620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3399196465668045620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3399196465668045620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/09/story-about-love.html' title='A Story About Love'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3299681569761886184</id><published>2007-09-22T21:58:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T22:00:55.341+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Contradição de uma negação negativa</title><content type='html'>Sim.. oh sim.. dá-me mais, sim, sim! perfura-me com o teu berbequim do amor.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpem, era mesmo só o Sim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3299681569761886184?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3299681569761886184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3299681569761886184' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3299681569761886184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3299681569761886184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/09/contradio-de-uma-negao-negativa.html' title='A Contradição de uma negação negativa'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-4871652464379725164</id><published>2007-09-20T21:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:07:12.752+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Canção Simples - Tiago Bettencourt</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://imgs.sapo.pt/sapovideo/swf/flvplayer-sapo.swf?file=http://rd3.videos.sapo.pt/EoZaEr1OnKi8LraBgfIi/mov/1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="325" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem, quebrar o medo vem,&lt;br /&gt;Saber se há depois,&lt;br /&gt;E sentir que somos dois,&lt;br /&gt;Mas que juntos somos mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-4871652464379725164?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-5388535689681842361</id><published>2007-09-20T20:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T20:41:35.189+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Problems</title><content type='html'>New days,&lt;br /&gt;New ways,&lt;br /&gt;New girls&lt;br /&gt;And new worlds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New fights for surviving,&lt;br /&gt;New fight for believing,&lt;br /&gt;New motives to stop trying,&lt;br /&gt;But they are all leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still you move on,&lt;br /&gt;Just like a candle in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Once you get blown, you can never light up again, just by yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you think,&lt;br /&gt;How much you really care,&lt;br /&gt;They have always been there,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you stop and stare?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you realize, there's only one way to get out of such problem, but you never follow it, 'cause you just don't care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-5388535689681842361?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/5388535689681842361/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=5388535689681842361' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5388535689681842361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/5388535689681842361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/09/problems.html' title='Problems'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-1191866216084504332</id><published>2007-09-01T00:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T01:35:42.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquela noite, aos meus olhos..</title><content type='html'>Tinhas aparecido, como quem nunca aparece, despercebida, num olhar estranho mas inovador, prestes a inovar o meu..&lt;br /&gt;Era num dia de sol, em que a luz, despertava o castanho dos teus olhos, como quem despertava o mundo ao amanhecer, num dia em que a esperança estava desaparecida para nunca mais voltar, em que num gesto, deste a volta ao meu mundo, fazendo tudo mais claro e gracioso.&lt;br /&gt;Ouvia a tua respiração junto do meu ouvido, mesmo estando a metros de distância. Sussurravas suavemente o quanto gostavas de mim, e com a mão, seguravas a minha, como se nao houvesse o amanhã para nos vermos outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Mas nesse mesmo momento, olhas-me nos olhos, parecias conseguir ler as entrelinhas do meu ser, e lentamente, aproximas os meus lábios dos teus.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo parece girar à nossa volta, e num abrir e fechar de olhos, a felicidade que parecia nunca mais voltar, aparece, agora, em forma de um simples e inocente beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade essa.. que me mantem acordado à espera que algo parecido a isto aconteça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas em vez disso,&lt;br /&gt;- O Pedro come com as mãos num restaurante;&lt;br /&gt;- O André come arroz com as mãos;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu grito, dizendo tudo o que eles fazem de mal;&lt;br /&gt;- O Pina é agredido;&lt;br /&gt;- O Alexandre não sabe quem é que o vai levar a casa;&lt;br /&gt;- O Pedro cospe arroz para cima de mim;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu grito, chamando pela minha mãe;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu grito, sem motivo;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu grito, sem motivo;&lt;br /&gt;- Eu grito, lembrando toda a gente que o Pedro come com as mãos e que cuspiu arroz pra cima de mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo.. eu sei que um dia isto vai acontecer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para : ( deixa-me inventar um nome, assim um nome ao calhas ) Ana&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-1191866216084504332?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/1191866216084504332/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=1191866216084504332' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1191866216084504332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/1191866216084504332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/09/aquela-noite-aos-meus-olhos.html' title='Aquela noite, aos meus olhos..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-7751121565742168994</id><published>2007-08-31T16:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T16:25:25.162+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que realmente interessa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Eu escrevi isto, quando estava numa de escrever um livro.. sim.. eu queria escrever um livro, porque sinto, e sei que, tenho muito a ensinar, não experiencias de vida, mas  o lado bom da vida.. ou o lado mau. thanks )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto é o início, é aqui que vocês esperam encontrar todas as respostas para as perguntas mais comuns, aquelas perguntas frequentes, que vos paira na cabeça, assim que abrem um livro.&lt;br /&gt;“ De que se trata este livro ? “&lt;br /&gt;Este livro, não tem objectivo, não tem tema, não é uma história ou um enredo, não tem personagens, excepto o nosso próprio ser.&lt;br /&gt;Todos querem conhecer, saber, conquistar o fim de algo, mas de tudo, o mais importante, é o início.&lt;br /&gt;“ Já começou ? “&lt;br /&gt;Sim, já começou.&lt;br /&gt;Será que tens cabeça para o que aí vem? Não tens que memorizar a vida de cada personagem, ou o grau genealógico da pessoa em questão.&lt;br /&gt;Tens que abrir a mente, e acatar cada opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Será que tens a mente aberta o suficiente?&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente sabe, que o que realmente interessa, é o início.&lt;br /&gt;E este? Este não vos diz nada.&lt;br /&gt;“ Como foi o fim? “&lt;br /&gt;“ A Júlia morreu, e o Joaquim virou padre. “&lt;br /&gt;Esclareceu alguém? Então, quem é a Julia? O Joaquim? Já querem saber o início?&lt;br /&gt;Porque não dizem logo :&lt;br /&gt;“ Conta-me o filme.” ?&lt;br /&gt;“ Conta-me o livro. “ ?&lt;br /&gt;“ Conta-me a história da tua vida. “ ?&lt;br /&gt;Medo de mostrar que realmente estão interessados por algo?&lt;br /&gt;É só um início.&lt;br /&gt;O início de carreira.&lt;br /&gt;O início de uma vida de casado.&lt;br /&gt;O início de.. Tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sem início, nada existiría.&lt;br /&gt;Uma frase, uma linha, uma metáfora, uma opinião.&lt;br /&gt;Já sabem o que realmente interessa?&lt;br /&gt;Não é o início.&lt;br /&gt;É a vontade de querer começar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thanks again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-7751121565742168994?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7751121565742168994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7751121565742168994' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7751121565742168994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7751121565742168994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-que-realmente-interessa.html' title='O que realmente interessa'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-2762224386198454199</id><published>2007-07-29T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T23:06:06.068+01:00</updated><title type='text'>U-HU!</title><content type='html'>Férias, pronto a conhecer algo em mim que tenha estado a dormir ao longo dos anos.&lt;br /&gt;Pronto para alargar horizontes.&lt;br /&gt;Conhecer o limite das minhas capacidades.&lt;br /&gt;Correr até ti.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-me de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Criar uma imagem tua.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir de tudo o que é teu.&lt;br /&gt;Criar tudo o que não gostas.&lt;br /&gt;Formatar as minhas memórias.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas e tuas.&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-me de tudo o que passamos.&lt;br /&gt;Fugir de ti.&lt;br /&gt;Correr até ti.&lt;br /&gt;Férias, a culpa não é minha que tenhas estado a dormir ao longo dos anos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-2762224386198454199?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/2762224386198454199/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=2762224386198454199' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2762224386198454199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/2762224386198454199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/07/lhlgfjsfj.html' title='U-HU!'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-751524311066722559</id><published>2007-07-24T01:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T22:42:52.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Importância</title><content type='html'>Hoje em dia, não se dá tanta importância às pessoas mais próximas, elas vão estar sempre presentes, certo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a gente é diferente, todos temos as nossas diferenças, mas no final chegamos sempre a uma de duas conclusões, " Agi correctamente " ou " Quem me dera voltar atrás e mudar tudo isto ".&lt;br /&gt;O que é que nos diferencia?&lt;br /&gt;Muita gente diz ser as nossas qualidades, " Talvez és diferente porque és mais simpático ", simpatia?&lt;br /&gt;É isso que me faz ser diferente?&lt;br /&gt;Não são os nossos actos? Ou o facto de ser simpático, muda os meus actos?&lt;br /&gt;Se for menos simpático, agirei de pior/melhor perante uma situação?&lt;br /&gt;Eu digo que são os nosso defeitos que nos tornam diferentes.&lt;br /&gt;Porque, todos dizem, apesar de poucos o saberem, que só se lembram das pessoas, pelos seus defeitos.&lt;br /&gt;" Lembraste daquela rapariga, com um sentido de humor fantástico? "&lt;br /&gt;" Não. Qual? "&lt;br /&gt;Existe muita gente com um sentido de humor fantástico, e todos sabemos isso, daí questionar-mos.. " Qual? "&lt;br /&gt;" Lembraste daquela rapariga, que quando começava a falar, nunca mais parava? "&lt;br /&gt;" Lembro sim.. Apanhou uma carga de porrada por dois policias à paizana. " ( este era o momento da galhofa.. -.- )&lt;br /&gt;Sim.. Existe muita gente que quando começa a falar, nunca mais se cala, mas nós já não questionamos isso.. É um defeito.. Tornou essa pessoa.. Diferente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas apesar de tudo, todos temos algo em comum.. E.. Em parte tenho orgulho em salientar isso no meio de tanta.. Guerra..&lt;br /&gt;Todos nós associamos, as coisas mais belas, ao amor..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" The only place&lt;br /&gt;I feel frozen but warm. "                                          By : C l o u d&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que todos nós íamos associar isto, ao amor..&lt;br /&gt;Todos com o minimo de compaixão do momento..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando estamos mal, existe sempre alguém que está lá.. Sentímos compaixão por essa pessoa? Ou simplesmente ficamos felizes por termos ALGUÉM ao nosso lado? Seja quem for, mesmo que seja a 20ª vez que ela esteja lá para nós..&lt;br /&gt;Damos sempre mais importância à pessoa de quem gostamos.. E a pessoa que sempre esteve lá para nós? Sim, é óbvio, tem um lugar no nosso coração, mas já alguma vez pensaram em dar uma hipotese a essa pessoa?&lt;br /&gt;Questionarem-se a vós próprios, será que.. A felicidade esteve sempre ao meu lado, enquanto tudo o que queria era seguir em frente?&lt;br /&gt;Não damos tanta importância a quem deviamos..&lt;br /&gt;Pois essa..&lt;br /&gt;Está algures perdida por aí..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.imeem.com/m/kctedjxqx1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.imeem.com/m/kctedjxqx1/aus=false/" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="80" width="300"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-751524311066722559?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/751524311066722559/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=751524311066722559' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/751524311066722559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/751524311066722559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/07/importncia.html' title='Importância'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-7621791399718615572</id><published>2007-07-22T21:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T22:04:38.099+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's So High..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In earth,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We have the sea, the sand and the sun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But only one reflects the beauty of both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why try when all you want to say is goodbye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why leave my eyes opened when i don't like what i see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're like the wind, or the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You blow me like the sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you never meet me in the end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Looking towards the horizon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watching you leave without a trace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do i wait, when you're moving on?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do i fight when i'm already losing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why do i love you, when you love him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why does 'the sun', loves 'the sea', when 'the sea' loves 'the sand'?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;:X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;xxXLove YouXxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[_ Don't Try, Because In The End You'll Be All Alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With Nothing But Your Parents Waiting At Home _]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"What could a guy like me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ever really offer?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's perfect as she can be  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why should I even bother? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cause she's so high...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;High above me, she's so lovely  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;She's so high...  &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/2870409890454348298-7621791399718615572?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/7621791399718615572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=7621791399718615572' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7621791399718615572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/7621791399718615572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/07/shes-so-high.html' title='She&apos;s So High..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-8529599428418700308</id><published>2007-06-14T23:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T23:55:47.089+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Entrei à Rei..</title><content type='html'>Em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quatro dias&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nada acontece&lt;/span&gt;, nada &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aparece &lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desaparece&lt;/span&gt;, nada se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;move &lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paralisa&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninguém passa &lt;/span&gt;ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninguém &lt;/span&gt;me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixa passar&lt;/span&gt;, pareço estar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bloqueado &lt;/span&gt;num &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tédio &lt;/span&gt;tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;grande&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ele vê-me &lt;/span&gt;como uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;formiga&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gostava &lt;/span&gt;de ser o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;João&lt;/span&gt;, para ter um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pé de feijão &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;subir &lt;/span&gt;até &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;onde &lt;/span&gt;só os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pássaros conseguem ir&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puder superar todo este tédio&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se escorregar&lt;/span&gt;, vou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caindo&lt;/span&gt;, quando cá &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chegar &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;baixo&lt;/span&gt;, já &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ninguém &lt;/span&gt;se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lembrará &lt;/span&gt;quem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt;, pois a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queda&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;essa&lt;/span&gt;, faz-nos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esquecer tudo&lt;/span&gt;.. ou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficamos &lt;/span&gt;com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais &lt;/span&gt;uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coisa &lt;/span&gt;na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memória&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tanto faz&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Entrei à Rei, e saí de lá aliviado!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A frase que vai soar muitas vezes na minha cabeça..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Muitas mesmo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-8529599428418700308?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/8529599428418700308/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=8529599428418700308' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8529599428418700308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8529599428418700308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/06/entrei-rei.html' title='Entrei à Rei..'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-8354205980848632476</id><published>2007-06-10T21:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T21:45:55.684+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Junto-me a quem nunca me deixou.</title><content type='html'>Enquanto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pesquisava &lt;/span&gt;em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ficheiro &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pastas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fotografias &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;filmes&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;retratava &lt;/span&gt;tudo aquilo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passamos juntos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vocês &lt;/span&gt;eram quem me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fazia &lt;/span&gt;voltar todos os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dias &lt;/span&gt;para casa com o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sorriso &lt;/span&gt;na cara, e de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;manhã&lt;/span&gt;, pronto para &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mais &lt;/span&gt;uma das nossas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vitórias&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora&lt;/span&gt;, apesar de tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;perto &lt;/span&gt;estarem, tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;longe &lt;/span&gt;estão. Aqueles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos &lt;/span&gt;do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;habitual&lt;/span&gt;, que agora passam por &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;meros conhecidos&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amigos &lt;/span&gt;de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;poucas palavras&lt;/span&gt;, mas que no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fundo &lt;/span&gt;ainda &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;significam algo &lt;/span&gt;para mim.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gargalhadas&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;brincadeiras&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vozes distorcidas &lt;/span&gt;ecoam na minha &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;cabeça&lt;/span&gt;, como se fossem &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;memórias &lt;/span&gt;do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passado &lt;/span&gt;sem que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;aconteça&lt;/span&gt;. Talvez vocês &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estejam &lt;/span&gt;a pensar o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mesmo &lt;/span&gt;que eu, e não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tenham &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vontade &lt;/span&gt;de dizer o mesmo que eu digo..&lt;br /&gt;Mas faz-me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;confusão &lt;/span&gt;olhar para vocês e saber que um dia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fomos &lt;/span&gt;tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unidos&lt;/span&gt;, e agora somos apenas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoas&lt;/span&gt;, de mundos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diferentes&lt;/span&gt;, seguimos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;caminhos opostos&lt;/span&gt;, alguns em &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frente&lt;/span&gt;, alguns &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;parados&lt;/span&gt;, outros até ficaram &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;a meio &lt;/span&gt;a tentar &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;puxar &lt;/span&gt;pela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;verdadeira amizade&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existe &lt;/span&gt;entre nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juntei-me &lt;/span&gt;a essas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoas &lt;/span&gt;e fico &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agradecido &lt;/span&gt;por tudo o que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existiu &lt;/span&gt;entre &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nós &lt;/span&gt;até &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;agora&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;simplesmente&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Junto-me a quem nunca me deixou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-8354205980848632476?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/8354205980848632476/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=8354205980848632476' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8354205980848632476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/8354205980848632476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/06/junto-me-quem-nunca-me-deixou.html' title='Junto-me a quem nunca me deixou.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-4120669446541204549</id><published>2007-06-09T22:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T22:32:24.129+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que nunca esqueci...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Existem &lt;/span&gt;dias em que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acordo &lt;/span&gt;com a cabeça virada ao &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;contrário&lt;/span&gt;, meio &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tonto &lt;/span&gt;tento &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;relembrar-me &lt;/span&gt;o que escrevia no meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;diário&lt;/span&gt;, naqueles &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;momentos &lt;/span&gt;tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;importantes &lt;/span&gt;como o trocar de um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhar&lt;/span&gt;, entre a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lua &lt;/span&gt;e o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sol&lt;/span&gt;, mesmo sem nos podermos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tocar&lt;/span&gt;. Sinto a tua &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;presença &lt;/span&gt;como um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dia senti&lt;/span&gt;, lembro-me de te ter ao meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lado&lt;/span&gt;, e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;olhando &lt;/span&gt;para ti, dizia o quanto me fazes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;falta&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;trocando &lt;/span&gt;os sentidos das &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;frases&lt;/span&gt;, vamos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;descobrindo &lt;/span&gt;mundos atrás de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fases&lt;/span&gt;, que fazes quando te sentes &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sozinha&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;bom dia &lt;/span&gt;que um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;céu &lt;/span&gt;um dia gostava de ter, mas como estás nas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;terra &lt;/span&gt;e tão depressa não vais &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morrer&lt;/span&gt;, lembro-me de um &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;abraço carinhoso &lt;/span&gt;que me fazia &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;derreter&lt;/span&gt;, escorria no &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;beijo &lt;/span&gt;que me lembro todos os dias, esse &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;teu olhar profundo&lt;/span&gt;, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mostra &lt;/span&gt;tudo o que não se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vê&lt;/span&gt;, que me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;deixava &lt;/span&gt;a querer mais, mesmo não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabendo &lt;/span&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quê&lt;/span&gt;, lembro-me das &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despedidas &lt;/span&gt;de todos os dias, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;coração acelerado &lt;/span&gt;enquanto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entravas &lt;/span&gt;nas portas e de lá &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;saias&lt;/span&gt;, todos os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt;, não sei se &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;conseguia esperar &lt;/span&gt;por ti, só queria &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;entrar&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gritar &lt;/span&gt;'onde é que estás &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sai&lt;/span&gt;, já começo a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desesperar&lt;/span&gt;', mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;calmamente aguardava&lt;/span&gt;, e hoje acabo por me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;lembrar &lt;/span&gt;o quanto &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;gostava de ti..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lembro-me de tudo o que nunca esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-4120669446541204549?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/4120669446541204549/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=4120669446541204549' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4120669446541204549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/4120669446541204549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/06/o-que-nunca-esqueci.html' title='O que nunca esqueci...'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2870409890454348298.post-6048047025303045185</id><published>2007-06-09T18:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T18:18:40.203+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tretas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epá&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;giro giro&lt;/span&gt;, é quando.. estamos com uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pessoa&lt;/span&gt;, pelo qual nos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sentimos&lt;/span&gt;, um bocado &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;atraídos&lt;/span&gt;, e estamos num &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;encontro &lt;/span&gt;para tirar as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será &lt;/span&gt;que ela é assim tão &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;boa&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Será &lt;/span&gt;que não &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;esconde &lt;/span&gt;nada por detrás daquela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maravilhosa maneira de ser&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro &lt;/span&gt;que não..&lt;br /&gt;Só te &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morde&lt;/span&gt;.. e literalmente, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;espanca-te.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E tu dizes:&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sempre &lt;/span&gt;que me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mordes&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor &lt;/span&gt;que sinto por ti, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;explode &lt;/span&gt;de tal maneira, que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrebenta &lt;/span&gt;a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;escala de amores &lt;/span&gt;já alguma vez vistos. Estás a ver a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linha do amor&lt;/span&gt;? Quando me mordes, o meu amor &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passa &lt;/span&gt;dessa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linha&lt;/span&gt;. Tipo.. a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;linha&lt;/span&gt;.. meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amor&lt;/span&gt;.. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;passa&lt;/span&gt;! ( Enquanto fazes movimentos estranhos com as mãos )&lt;br /&gt;- A &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sério&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Claro que não&lt;/span&gt;! Chego a casa com &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nódoas negras&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;praticamente &lt;/span&gt;todo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;partido&lt;/span&gt;, e se for preciso vou-me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;embora &lt;/span&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;nem &lt;/span&gt;me dás o que eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quero!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- E &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;queres &lt;/span&gt;o quê?&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porrada &lt;/span&gt;não é de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;certeza&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora &lt;/span&gt;eu olho para vocês, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;leitores &lt;/span&gt;deste mero &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;, e&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; apercebo-me &lt;/span&gt;que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;situações &lt;/span&gt;destas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;acontecem-vos &lt;/span&gt;todos os &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dias&lt;/span&gt;! Dia após dia, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;alguém &lt;/span&gt;vos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;morde&lt;/span&gt;, vos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;espanca&lt;/span&gt;, vos tira as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dúvidas&lt;/span&gt;, apesar de vos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;criar &lt;/span&gt;outras do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;género &lt;/span&gt;: '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela tem raivinha de dentes?&lt;/span&gt; ou é mesmo só &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;maluca&lt;/span&gt;?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dúvidas &lt;/span&gt;que vocês &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não &lt;/span&gt;querem tirar, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;porque &lt;/span&gt;isso faz com que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estejam &lt;/span&gt;com ela &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;outra vez&lt;/span&gt;! É ou não é? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah pois!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sabem &lt;/span&gt;o que é que eu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;vos digo&lt;/span&gt;? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tretas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-6048047025303045185?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/6048047025303045185/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=6048047025303045185' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6048047025303045185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/6048047025303045185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/06/tretas.html' title='Tretas!'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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-2870409890454348298.post-3096003273669098648</id><published>2007-06-09T02:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T02:50:26.815+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus, Bom dia.</title><content type='html'>Já é tarde, sinto uma &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;luz&lt;/span&gt; a apagar-se, a minha própria &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sombra&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desvanecer&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Questiono-me&lt;/span&gt; se existe mais alguma coisa a fazer, antes de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;apagar por completo&lt;/span&gt;, não gosto de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;desperdiçar&lt;/span&gt; o meu &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;tempo&lt;/span&gt;, é &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pouco&lt;/span&gt; e cada vez tenho &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;menos e menos&lt;/span&gt;. Não recebo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;resposta&lt;/span&gt;, talvez &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não exista&lt;/span&gt;. Já não era sem tempo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;existe sempre resposta&lt;/span&gt; para tudo. Quando somos crianças, respondemos, sem pensar duas vezes, e nem nos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;arrependemos&lt;/span&gt; de o termos feito. Depois entra-se numa &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;fase&lt;/span&gt; em que se responde a tudo, mas depois ficamos a repetir a mesma resposta, procurando melhorá-la, mesmo sabendo que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;já não há volta a dar&lt;/span&gt;. Por vezes dizemos coisas que &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não queremos&lt;/span&gt;, outras vezes queremos dizê-las mas &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;não podemos&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Evitamos o pior&lt;/span&gt;. Mesmo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sabendo&lt;/span&gt; que o pior vai continuar cá &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;dentro&lt;/span&gt;. É assim que somos. Todos juntos somos &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;um&lt;/span&gt;. Um só ser,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; perfeitamente imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Agora &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;despeço-me&lt;/span&gt; na imperfeição de &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;palavras usadas&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adeus, Bom dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2870409890454348298-3096003273669098648?l=rikushadow.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/feeds/3096003273669098648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2870409890454348298&amp;postID=3096003273669098648' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3096003273669098648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2870409890454348298/posts/default/3096003273669098648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rikushadow.blogspot.com/2007/06/adeus-bom-dia.html' title='Adeus, Bom dia.'/><author><name>Sabichão.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15122334155405594174</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></feed>
