<?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-7814701940243027449</id><updated>2012-02-05T21:29:07.452-02:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dope Show</title><subtitle type='html'>"O mundo é muito diferente para aqueles que não podem ver além do que é colocado diante de seus olhos."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PedrO H'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027309243820410823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eK_cuB_UcNM/TjmLX71W9PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RpBdOgNt5io/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-9209919697788364215</id><published>2012-02-05T13:57:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2012-02-05T14:06:30.965-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks But I'm Broken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_wzG95eHCY/Ty6nGC-J0RI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4HGlZalbOnw/s1600/dark-angel-21114%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_wzG95eHCY/Ty6nGC-J0RI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4HGlZalbOnw/s320/dark-angel-21114%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5705681500243611922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Um anjo caído do céu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais ma vida perdia em vão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seus olhos me conduzem &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Teu corpo me mostra a morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Docemente desejada uma vida de ilusão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Vivendo entre tormentos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andando em meio a destruição&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse é o Deus que te protege&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Esse é o Deus que te deixa morrer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não existe paraíso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Não tem mais salvação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O apocalipse chegou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;And your God is dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Everyone will Down fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 18px; text-align: -webkit-auto; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 238); " &gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; "&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-9209919697788364215?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/9209919697788364215/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2012/02/thanks-but-im-broken.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/9209919697788364215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/9209919697788364215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2012/02/thanks-but-im-broken.html' title='Thanks But I&apos;m Broken'/><author><name>PedrO H'</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08027309243820410823</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eK_cuB_UcNM/TjmLX71W9PI/AAAAAAAAAmo/RpBdOgNt5io/s220/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-C_wzG95eHCY/Ty6nGC-J0RI/AAAAAAAAAwQ/4HGlZalbOnw/s72-c/dark-angel-21114%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-8032604308665944235</id><published>2011-05-16T10:27:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T10:33:48.911-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooks And Splinters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Maa6yrwN-To/TdEmjkacMqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4j1c0SNIPvw/s1600/medo3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 245px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Maa6yrwN-To/TdEmjkacMqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4j1c0SNIPvw/s320/medo3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607305403564831394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Uma casa assustadora.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Um grupo de jovens então resolveu morar nela,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Um quarto aberto no segundo andar, ganchos pelo teto em trilhos e acorrentados,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Suspensos corpos por todo o quarto, poderia ser assustador, mas era o alimento,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;O único alimento. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As Lâminas das facas dilaceravam os corpos em pequenas partes, o sangue escorria por entre os dedos.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As almas bastardas dos corpos mortos rodeavam o lugar, e em uma espécie de canibalismo alimentavam-se dos próprios corpos, alguns eram apenas vultos, outros uma porção indefinida de uma fumaça escura.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Bebiam todos de uma água meio amarelada que saia das torneiras, o cheiro de enxofre da água dava nojo, horrível só de sentir...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Aqueles corpos não eram o suficiente e as almas queriam carne fresca, queriam sangue quente, então os jovens começaram a sumir, um a um... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Alguns ficaram para trás, até que só restasse apenas uma pessoa no local. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Essa pessoa se alimentava dos corpos, que deslizavam fazendo um barulho assustador, não paravam de chegar... &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Essa pessoa era eu.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(163, 163, 163); line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;It's not over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; margin-bottom: 3px; "&gt;we've only just begun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-8032604308665944235?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/8032604308665944235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/05/hooks-and-splinters.html#comment-form' title='19 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8032604308665944235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8032604308665944235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/05/hooks-and-splinters.html' title='Hooks And Splinters'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Maa6yrwN-To/TdEmjkacMqI/AAAAAAAAAKE/4j1c0SNIPvw/s72-c/medo3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7350985471273891564</id><published>2011-02-05T22:50:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T23:04:45.647-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TU3yF8bCEgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rbMNb316tE4/s1600/woman_with_knife_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 314px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570374498059948546" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TU3yF8bCEgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rbMNb316tE4/s320/woman_with_knife_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma história criada em um momento de inspiração, possui no total 2 folhas e meia, um tanto bizarras, mas vale a pena ser lida, pode não agradar a grande maioria, e eu acho que é isso que vai acontecer ( ser odiada por muitos ), agradeço a todos que se deram o trabalho de ler, e os comentários, bons ou ruins são extremamente importantes, então, por favor comentem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4shared.com/document/CaAmDYdG/Happy_Birthday.html" target="_blank"&gt;..:: Download ::..&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;center&gt; &lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-7350985471273891564?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7350985471273891564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7350985471273891564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7350985471273891564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TU3yF8bCEgI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/rbMNb316tE4/s72-c/woman_with_knife_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-8427988372432299651</id><published>2011-01-23T19:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T19:11:45.169-02:00</updated><title type='text'>All About Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TTyY8oOw76I/AAAAAAAAAJw/KJjJWp4wpas/s1600/tumblr_l885ebnCLj1qahvtyo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TTyY8oOw76I/AAAAAAAAAJw/KJjJWp4wpas/s320/tumblr_l885ebnCLj1qahvtyo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5565491406882008994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Tudo parece tão fácil, os sonhos são tão reais, mas eu sei que você não pode estar aqui agora.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;O relógio gira ao contrário, as horas se tornam mais longas e os dias passam devagar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;A noite passa a ser uma tortura, a lua brilha me mostrando a distância entre nós.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Em sonhos sinto você, sinto seu toque, sinto seu amor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;No silencio da madrugada, sua voz ecoa na minha cabeça.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Minha imaginação voa quando penso em você, meus sonhos giram quando vejo você.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Minha cabeça se torna até perigosa, sem limites tudo é possível.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Longe de você tudo se torna frio, as coisas perdem o sentido.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Vejo o mundo girar, mas só consigo me perguntar “Porque você não está aqui?”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Nossa hora está chegando, nossos momentos juntos estão próximos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Te envolver em meus braços, e sentir o calor dos seus beijos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;Não existe mais eu ou você, apenas nós.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-8427988372432299651?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/8427988372432299651/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-about-us.html#comment-form' title='15 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8427988372432299651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8427988372432299651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/01/all-about-us.html' title='All About Us'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TTyY8oOw76I/AAAAAAAAAJw/KJjJWp4wpas/s72-c/tumblr_l885ebnCLj1qahvtyo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-592401274603531398</id><published>2011-01-01T17:11:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-01T17:20:54.026-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty And The Beast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TR9-RY0bUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UFOubbK6Zp4/s1600/4111359951_5e749740db.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TR9-RY0bUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UFOubbK6Zp4/s320/4111359951_5e749740db.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557299302383702178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Por muito tempo eu andei sozinho&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Minha cabeça era um imenso deserto e meu coração um grande oceano&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sem nada nem ninguém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Apenas um vazio enorme&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que dominava cada segundo da minha vida &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que tornava meus dias solitários&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vivendo nesse meio &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Aprendi e me adaptei&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Me tornei um monstro &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Incapaz de amar &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E de demonstrar qualquer tipo de sentimento&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Por algum motivo você apareceu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Meio sem jeito e de uma forma discreta&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Nos tornamos amigos e trocamos segredos &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sua presença se tornou algo especial&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;De alguma forma você ascendeu uma luz dentro de mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Algo que já tinha se apagado a muito tempo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Você trouxe de novo a vida para mim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Me fez sentir .... Me fez sentir algo bom&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sua coragem me transformou em alguém melhor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Por favor apenas não desista de mim agora&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Já não sei mais quem eu sou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E já não consigo mais viver sem você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Obrigado Por Tudo&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Ellen R.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US" style="font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-ansi-language:EN-US"&gt;“... &lt;i&gt;Forever shall the wolf in me desire the sheep in you &lt;/i&gt;...” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size:11.0pt;line-height:115%;font-family:&amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-font-kerning:18.0pt;mso-ansi-language:PT-BR;mso-fareast-language:PT-BR; mso-bidi-language:AR-SA;mso-bidi-font-weight:bold"&gt;&lt;a href="http://letras.terra.com.br/nightwish/28388/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;Beauty And The Beast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; - Nightwish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-592401274603531398?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/592401274603531398/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-and-beast.html#comment-form' title='27 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/592401274603531398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/592401274603531398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2011/01/beauty-and-beast.html' title='Beauty And The Beast'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TR9-RY0bUKI/AAAAAAAAAJc/UFOubbK6Zp4/s72-c/4111359951_5e749740db.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1288897895185781482</id><published>2010-10-26T20:08:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T20:10:46.724-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TMdRdEQ7TbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/07N-TyFZv3w/s1600/IroniaDoTempo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TMdRdEQ7TbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/07N-TyFZv3w/s320/IroniaDoTempo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532480227050737074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem tempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Correndo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas sobrevivendo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dias de trabalho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Noites de preocupação&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sem tempo para amar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;O que resta para o coração?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais um dia perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mais uma vida se vai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Essa falta de tempo parece sobrenatural&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bem vindos a era Industrial&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hoje nossa realidade já não existe mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Até os mais sinceros beijos se tornaram digitais.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-1288897895185781482?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1288897895185781482/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/10/timeless.html#comment-form' title='25 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1288897895185781482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1288897895185781482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/10/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TMdRdEQ7TbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/07N-TyFZv3w/s72-c/IroniaDoTempo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-5480207578179663882</id><published>2010-09-16T22:19:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T22:22:37.120-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Freak</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TJLCulb4WhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r-kuzevLriU/s1600/9244712-md2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517686599061101074" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TJLCulb4WhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r-kuzevLriU/s320/9244712-md2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Tudo se foi&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;Escapou por entre meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Agora são meras ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Pouco a pouco estou desistindo&lt;br /&gt;Me tranco em meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Abandonando todo charme e toda a graça&lt;br /&gt;E apenas me escondendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Meu olhar se tornou tão assustador&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida é uma estação decadente&lt;br /&gt;Desejo incansavelmente o anoitecer&lt;br /&gt;Ele me esconde de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Aos poucos perco o controle&lt;br /&gt;Sem sonhos para sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Sem coração para amar&lt;br /&gt;Estou apenas desistindo&lt;br /&gt;Desistindo de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&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/7814701940243027449-5480207578179663882?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/5480207578179663882/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/09/freak.html#comment-form' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/5480207578179663882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/5480207578179663882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/09/freak.html' title='Freak'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TJLCulb4WhI/AAAAAAAAAI8/r-kuzevLriU/s72-c/9244712-md2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1351226567591688623</id><published>2010-07-26T15:30:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T15:37:09.423-03:00</updated><title type='text'>where's the reality?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TE3VwsLho8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0Mm8MvSbCyo/s1600/Dream_Mashine_by_anderton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TE3VwsLho8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0Mm8MvSbCyo/s320/Dream_Mashine_by_anderton.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498285752559182786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sentimentos manipulados&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Todos os sorrisos grandes e brilhantes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vem de um mundo perfeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Que foi cuidadosamente inventado&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Poder ser o que quiser&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sentir o que puder agüentar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tornar da dor apenas algo para sorrir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;E de alguma forma enganar a realidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Mas o que acontece com a sua cabeça&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Quando a única coisa que “mantém” o seu controle&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Simplesmente para de funcionar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sem ao menos dizer por onde seguir?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Tivemos um belo passeio no parque&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Fomos a lugares lindos, que nunca imaginei que existia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sua pele tem cheiro das tardes de primavera&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Em um grande jardim cuidado com amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Descobri então... que nesse mesmo dia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;O único lugar que fui foi ao banheiro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Vomitar todos os comprimidos que tomei &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Junto a grandes goles de álcool &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-1351226567591688623?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1351226567591688623/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheres-reality.html#comment-form' title='21 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1351226567591688623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1351226567591688623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/07/wheres-reality.html' title='where&apos;s the reality?'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TE3VwsLho8I/AAAAAAAAAIs/0Mm8MvSbCyo/s72-c/Dream_Mashine_by_anderton.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-6046237555861279979</id><published>2010-06-16T21:11:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T21:19:25.509-03:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dreams Can Fly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TBlpLiVs0cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q-DGmvyWq38/s1600/2712482428_5bce3d3e60.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TBlpLiVs0cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q-DGmvyWq38/s320/2712482428_5bce3d3e60.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483529668217590210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somos o que somos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou simplesmente o que acreditamos ser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos nossas escolhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basta acreditar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No que nos for mais agradável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia uma pessoa diferente;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada dia um sentimento fresco;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre um novo sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes  de cada copo de café.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal... De que serve a esperança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em uma vida sem sonhos??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas sonhe e acredite;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo os desejos mais impossíveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta noite vão virar realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Escrito por mim e dedicado a C.Damaris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&gt;&lt; &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/7814701940243027449-6046237555861279979?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/6046237555861279979/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dreams-can-fly.html#comment-form' title='20 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6046237555861279979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6046237555861279979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-dreams-can-fly.html' title='My Dreams Can Fly'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TBlpLiVs0cI/AAAAAAAAAIk/q-DGmvyWq38/s72-c/2712482428_5bce3d3e60.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-649215222659351988</id><published>2010-06-05T00:56:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T00:59:15.322-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Tired</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TAnLfJdH_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hanRSqetAL8/s1600/tired.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5479134157647379538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TAnLfJdH_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hanRSqetAL8/s320/tired.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cansado do falso moralismo&lt;br /&gt;De todas as pessoas hipócritas&lt;br /&gt;Que diante de toda sua insignificância&lt;br /&gt;Se dizem superiores&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cansado de buscar o nada&lt;br /&gt;Cansado de todos os dias fazer sempre as mesmas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Bater desesperadamente a mesma desgraçada tecla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cansado de viver essa ilusão&lt;br /&gt;De sobreviver a toda essa falta de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Pregada, estagnada... cruelmente imposta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas cansado de tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mentiras contadas para alimentar a falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Tantas lutas vencidas para simplesmente morrer na praia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I’M FUCKN TIRED&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/7814701940243027449-649215222659351988?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/649215222659351988/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-tired.html#comment-form' title='32 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/649215222659351988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/649215222659351988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-tired.html' title='Just Tired'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/TAnLfJdH_FI/AAAAAAAAAIc/hanRSqetAL8/s72-c/tired.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-6252372636411969329</id><published>2010-04-18T01:19:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:17:33.927-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day of illusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S8qIvZ1x0PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vv36-jbdLhs/s1600/Photopodborka_094.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461327846111826162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S8qIvZ1x0PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vv36-jbdLhs/s320/Photopodborka_094.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não adianta sofrer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Não adianta rezar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Porque o que aconteceu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Você não vai mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Feche os olhos por um segundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Crie em sua cabeça uma ilusão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Imagine um novo mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Onde quem manda é o coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Nos meus sonos eu posso mandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Eu decido a hora de dizer sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ao menos aqui é o meu lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aqui escolho o melhor pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Vivo em minha realidade inventada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Onde ninguém pode me ver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Aqui não me falta nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Mas tudo o que eu quero é desaparecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="WIDOWS: 2; TEXT-TRANSFORM: none; TEXT-INDENT: 0px; BORDER-COLLAPSE: separate; FONT: medium 'Times New Roman'; WHITE-SPACE: normal; ORPHANS: 2; LETTER-SPACING: normal; COLOR: rgb(255,0,0); WORD-SPACING: 0px" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 25px;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:19;" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;Just imagine&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/7814701940243027449-6252372636411969329?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/6252372636411969329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-of-illusion.html#comment-form' title='24 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6252372636411969329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6252372636411969329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/04/day-of-illusion.html' title='Day of illusion'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S8qIvZ1x0PI/AAAAAAAAAIM/Vv36-jbdLhs/s72-c/Photopodborka_094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-3036310712587547138</id><published>2010-04-06T20:34:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T20:40:13.866-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gOlrN3MwjQ/ShVj64dFIAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GC6_EpLG1rw/s320/sem+palavras%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gOlrN3MwjQ/ShVj64dFIAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GC6_EpLG1rw/s320/sem+palavras%5B4%5D.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Uma palavra errada não muda uma história...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;... mas é suficiente para estragar um dia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;=X&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/7814701940243027449-3036310712587547138?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/3036310712587547138/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/04/word.html#comment-form' title='14 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3036310712587547138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3036310712587547138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/04/word.html' title='Word'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3gOlrN3MwjQ/ShVj64dFIAI/AAAAAAAAAFg/GC6_EpLG1rw/s72-c/sem+palavras%5B4%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7929256785501376382</id><published>2010-03-28T23:44:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T19:38:14.151-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3L8psAf20I/SrASge9HAzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MymNTuk9B4M/s400/SONHO+GIRL%5B1%5D.JPG" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 323px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3L8psAf20I/SrASge9HAzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MymNTuk9B4M/s400/SONHO+GIRL%5B1%5D.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;"BRILHO ETERNO DE UMA MENTE SEM LEMBRANÇAS"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que nunca foram ditas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Flores colhidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que nunca foram entregues&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Um amor verdadeiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que nunca foi sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Buscando felicidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Em uma vida que nunca existiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Momentos vividos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que hoje não são lembrados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Medos e tentações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Que amanha já não existem mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Sonhos que um dia vieram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Agora se vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Mesmo se tudo apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;Te levo comigo então.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-7929256785501376382?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7929256785501376382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/brilho-eterno-de-uma-mente-sem.html#comment-form' title='26 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7929256785501376382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7929256785501376382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/brilho-eterno-de-uma-mente-sem.html' title='Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d3L8psAf20I/SrASge9HAzI/AAAAAAAABvQ/MymNTuk9B4M/s72-c/SONHO+GIRL%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-8517624368090823182</id><published>2010-03-15T17:08:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T17:12:43.645-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SILENCED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/190/5/5/Silenced_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 439px;" src="http://th07.deviantart.net/fs49/300W/f/2009/190/5/5/Silenced_by_ValentinaKallias.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Palavras perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em um lugar distante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soltas na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde nem mesmo os mais sábios arriscam a procurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vagam sozinhas, inocentes e desordenadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecidas de todo o sentimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas velhas de mais para serem compreendidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outras novas demais para possuir qualquer tipo de significado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não estão perto para serem identificadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem estão longe para serem esquecidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estão simplesmente dentro da minha cabeça.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-8517624368090823182?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/8517624368090823182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/silenced.html#comment-form' title='17 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8517624368090823182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8517624368090823182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/silenced.html' title='SILENCED'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-4627951378062619508</id><published>2010-03-11T18:39:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T18:46:06.507-03:00</updated><title type='text'>RAINY DAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yo7r2W0Qahc/Sdt_SIsstDI/AAAAAAAACAM/6ladR2pAUxk/s320/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yo7r2W0Qahc/Sdt_SIsstDI/AAAAAAAACAM/6ladR2pAUxk/s320/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um dia de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;É tudo o que eu quero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Espero pela chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Para lavar quem eu sou ( ou que um dia quis ser )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Um dia de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Para quebrar a rotina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;De uma vida de regras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas como todo dia de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Nada é tão bom que não tenha um lado mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Cada gota que cai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Traz de volta lembranças&lt;br /&gt;que um dia fiz questão de apagar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;“Eu tentei esquecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;E não voltar atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Eu tentei me esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;Mas acho que é tarde demais”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;I'm just waiting for the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;To take away my pain&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&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/7814701940243027449-4627951378062619508?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/4627951378062619508/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainy-day.html#comment-form' title='10 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4627951378062619508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4627951378062619508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/03/rainy-day.html' title='RAINY DAY'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Yo7r2W0Qahc/Sdt_SIsstDI/AAAAAAAACAM/6ladR2pAUxk/s72-c/1194753418_rosto_na_janela_com_chuva.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1794128848120167100</id><published>2010-02-16T20:46:00.015-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:34:43.723-03:00</updated><title type='text'>PLATÔNICO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LOBZ1ayOh8s/TYT0eo1_uGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/awsTuHVBcHY/3366.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 435px; height: 340px;" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LOBZ1ayOh8s/TYT0eo1_uGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/awsTuHVBcHY/3366.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Queremos ser aqueles que não somos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Queremos ter aquilo que não temos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Ver todos os dias a pessoa que mais ama sorrir, abraçar, beijar, e fazer promessas de amor eterno para alguem que você nunca vai ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Palavras doces jogadas ao vento junto a pedaços de um coração que cansou de sofrer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;A noite caia, suas fotos tornavam sua falta um pouco menos dolorosa. Por dias e dias sentado na mesma janela olhando o céu, esperando um dia você voltar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quero ser aquele que todos os dias acorda ao seu lado nas mais belas manhãs de outono. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Quero ter seu amor, quero ter você só pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Meus sonhos tornam reais tudo aquilo que não posso ter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Dance comigo esta noite minha dama, torne este dia especial, faça de hoje um dia inesquecível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Você é a minha pior droga e o meu maior vício.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;E em teus braços quero descansar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Apenas não me acorde esta noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-1794128848120167100?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1794128848120167100/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/02/platonico.html#comment-form' title='13 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1794128848120167100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1794128848120167100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/02/platonico.html' title='PLATÔNICO'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/-LOBZ1ayOh8s/TYT0eo1_uGI/AAAAAAAAAXg/awsTuHVBcHY/s72-c/3366.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-3901479253016705468</id><published>2010-02-04T13:29:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:18:41.581-03:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE'S END</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://menina_da_lua.zip.net/images/lua_FanArt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 450px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://menina_da_lua.zip.net/images/lua_FanArt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Desisto de ter que viver todos os dias a mesma ilusão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Desisto de tentar ganhar, onde tudo nos leva a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Dias e dias sonhando com o lugar perfeito, onde tudo é belo, mas que eu nunca vou alcançar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Deitado na minha cama eu olho as estrelas e vejo a lua... ela me diz coisas mais úteis do que as pessoas futeis que me rodeiam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Minha cabeça está girando,caindo e chegando ao fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Tentei lutar contra tudo e todos apenas para ver que ainda não me esqueceu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span &gt;Vejo então q foi tudo em vão, agora sei que já me esqueceu... e no fundo eu sei que o seu sorrizo não é meu... &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/7814701940243027449-3901479253016705468?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/3901479253016705468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/02/desisto-de-ter-que-viver-todos-os-dias.html#comment-form' title='11 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3901479253016705468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3901479253016705468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/02/desisto-de-ter-que-viver-todos-os-dias.html' title='LIFE&apos;S END'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-2779374554986023602</id><published>2010-01-11T04:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:30:30.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>FairyTale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.kingdomhearts3.org/picture.php?albumid=761&amp;amp;pictureid=7373" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;__Do lado obscuro da mente existem coisas que nunca devem ser ditas&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Algumas  delas podem ser vistas como delicadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 153, 153);"&gt;Enquanto outras são bizarras  demais__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/7814701940243027449-2360792649880291277?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/2360792649880291277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-lado-obscuro-da-mente-existem-coisas.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2360792649880291277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2360792649880291277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-lado-obscuro-da-mente-existem-coisas.html' title='MALDITA'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7628597129507330721</id><published>2009-12-26T13:22:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T13:31:07.639-02:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LAST CANDLE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzYrvbcmXcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hHyG18xglpI/s1600-h/199797.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzYrvbcmXcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hHyG18xglpI/s320/199797.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419567295408528834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Eu estou sangrando, gritando e morrendo... morrendo aos poucos, de dentro para fora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Sentimentos refletidos por uma vida que não é digna sequer de ser vivida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Antes era só um pesadelo, agora passou a ser parte da realidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Gritar já não resolve, chorar já não adianta mais, essa vida é uma dor que não se satisfaz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Não sei oq me prende aqui, não sei se vou aguentar isso por mais muito tempo, essa dor está tomando conta de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Não estou mais vivendo... apenas sobrevivendo a um mal que domina minha existência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 204, 51);"&gt;Guardando apenas meu ultimo suspiro dentro de mim, a ultima porta então será fechada, a ultima vela será apagada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-7628597129507330721?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7628597129507330721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-candle.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7628597129507330721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7628597129507330721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-candle.html' title='THE LAST CANDLE'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzYrvbcmXcI/AAAAAAAAAEI/hHyG18xglpI/s72-c/199797.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1957093558213634721</id><published>2009-12-22T23:01:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T23:12:30.274-02:00</updated><title type='text'>ANGEL OF LUST</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzFt1V1giUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CqdzBePuR70/s1600-h/vampiros_bailando_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 228px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzFt1V1giUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CqdzBePuR70/s320/vampiros_bailando_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418232589865486658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzFtFhzbz6I/AAAAAAAAAD4/w5Cn4Zs7WMo/s1600-h/vampiros_bailando_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;E das trevas fez-se o mundo,  da luz fez-se a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sempre andei sozinho por todo esses anos, mas agora vejo que já não estou mais tão só assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas más morrem, pessoas boas morrem da mesma forma, então vamos ser maus, já que o fim é o mesmo, ser mal é mais divertido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantaremos diante do céu brilhante a luz da lua cheia, arranque o sangue dos “inocentes”, que de inocentes não tem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seres da luxuria, seres do pecado, espalham o medo por onde andam, sempre a procura da proxima vitima, sempre a procura da proxima alma perdida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deus não está aqui para te salvar esta noite ! Deus nunca vai estar aqui para te salvar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns nos chamam de aberrações, outros nos chamam de seres de perdição, mas no fim somos todos frutos da escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 255, 255);"&gt;“Nós somos suas crianças, crianças do mal Contra a legião do céu”&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/7814701940243027449-1957093558213634721?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1957093558213634721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-das-trevas-fez-se-o-mundo-da-luz-fez.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1957093558213634721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1957093558213634721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/e-das-trevas-fez-se-o-mundo-da-luz-fez.html' title='ANGEL OF LUST'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzFt1V1giUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/CqdzBePuR70/s72-c/vampiros_bailando_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7055017847672754027</id><published>2009-12-22T12:58:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T13:03:23.576-02:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST A CAR CRASH AWAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sp1.fotologs.net/photo/1/29/125/drama_duchess/1192839105_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 500px;" src="http://sp1.fotologs.net/photo/1/29/125/drama_duchess/1192839105_f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;"O amor é um fogo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Queima tudo o que vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Queima tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Tudo que você  pensa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Queima tudo o que você diz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Então como se explica esta solidão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;É tudo o que nós temos para nossas  vidas?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;O amor é apenas mais doce quando um de nós  morre?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Então eu sabia que nosso amor estava a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Apenas um  acidente de carro por aí"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;M.M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/7814701940243027449-7055017847672754027?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7055017847672754027/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-car-crash-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7055017847672754027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7055017847672754027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-car-crash-away.html' title='JUST A CAR CRASH AWAY'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-3110078658420544869</id><published>2009-12-22T12:47:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T16:02:14.862-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFEITO D+</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzDcMIqrvsI/AAAAAAAAADw/xibSxxwDN7c/s1600-h/anjos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzDcMIqrvsI/AAAAAAAAADw/xibSxxwDN7c/s320/anjos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418072452769758914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 204, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Por um momento pensei que ela estaria aqui, segurei-a em meus braços, dei-lhe um beijo, senti seu perfume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua pele era macia, seus labios eram doces,  seus olhos brilhavam com a luz da lua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabelos longos e pretos, pele branca, parecia um anjo que caiu do céu em meus braços...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo perfeito de mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque não me disseram que ela não estava respirando ??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“minha percepção de amor é doentia...”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-3110078658420544869?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/3110078658420544869/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-um-momento-pensei-que-ela-estaria.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3110078658420544869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/3110078658420544869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/por-um-momento-pensei-que-ela-estaria.html' title='PERFEITO D+'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SzDcMIqrvsI/AAAAAAAAADw/xibSxxwDN7c/s72-c/anjos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-6187941990929716842</id><published>2009-12-16T23:59:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:59:41.491-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymQhznlFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ScRGy-Btj0/s1600-h/memories.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymQhznlFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ScRGy-Btj0/s320/memories.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416018937356031650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todos os dias, lembranças de um futuro que nunca aconteceu assombra a minha mente.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Todas as noites pesadelos de um sonho que apenas se repete incansavelmente, não me deixa dormir em paz.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando não se sabe para onde ir, qualquer caminho te serve.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Quando não se tem o que sentir, qualquer carinho te conforta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Viver já não é tão bom assim, amar já não é tão bom assim.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Como pode vencer na vida se isso não é um jogo ?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-6187941990929716842?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/6187941990929716842/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6187941990929716842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/6187941990929716842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/memories.html' title='MEMORIES'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymQhznlFqI/AAAAAAAAACE/0ScRGy-Btj0/s72-c/memories.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1297858350759856456</id><published>2009-12-16T23:53:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T23:36:35.935-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FOREVER YOURS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPiz0kytI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cz2TIzgRhms/s1600-h/Coracao_Partido.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPiz0kytI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cz2TIzgRhms/s320/Coracao_Partido.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416017855078779602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Como pode o céu ser tão azul se a sua falta torna meus dias escuros como uma noite fria de inverno?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Como pode o mundo inteiro seguir seu curso, sendo que no meu mundo você já não existe mais?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Acreditei que seria pra sempre, mas agora sei que o “pra sempre” um dia acaba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Minhas memórias ainda mantêm você aqui, vejo suas fotos, elas fazem eu me sentir melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;Sozinho aqui sinto a tua falta, meu bem eu irei te amar até o ultimo segundo da minha vida se acabar, mas espero viver o suficiente para poder segurar a sua mão, olhar nos seus olhos e dizer que valeu a pena esperar tanto tempo até estar novamente com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#00CCCC;"&gt;E se depois tudo acabar eu já não ligo mais, pois tudo que eu sempre quis vai estar bem diante dos meus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-1297858350759856456?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1297858350759856456/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever-yours.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1297858350759856456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1297858350759856456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/forever-yours.html' title='FOREVER YOURS'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPiz0kytI/AAAAAAAAAB8/cz2TIzgRhms/s72-c/Coracao_Partido.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-8588971843654585321</id><published>2009-12-16T23:52:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:01:32.421-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LAST DAY OF MY LIFE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPBqlBvzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X84EbroGqGo/s1600-h/Sozinho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 277px; height: 280px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPBqlBvzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X84EbroGqGo/s320/Sozinho.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416017285661966130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Esta noite é a ultima noite, a ultima vez que um coração se parte por alguém, é a ultima vez que os olhos choram sangue de tristeza. Fechar os olhos e fugir para o meio da noite onde não há espaço para fraqueza, não existe espaço para o medo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Vamos arrancar suas asas de anjo caído, vamos sugar suas lembranças boas, sinta apenas a dor, sinta apenas o medo, sinta-se como eu me sinto; hoje já não existe mais compaixão, apenas o vazio de nossas almas atormentando os meus sonhos que um dia já foram bons.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;O futuro de um passado mórbido é o presente que já não existe mais, e o amanha nunca vai chegar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-8588971843654585321?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/8588971843654585321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-my-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8588971843654585321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8588971843654585321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/last-day-of-my-life.html' title='LAST DAY OF MY LIFE'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymPBqlBvzI/AAAAAAAAAB0/X84EbroGqGo/s72-c/Sozinho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7312025257071945064</id><published>2009-12-16T23:49:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:15:50.784-03:00</updated><title type='text'>SUICÍDIO ¿</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOadyC4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBHZx6jbi6k/s1600-h/suicidehanging01xh0.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOadyC4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBHZx6jbi6k/s320/suicidehanging01xh0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416016612212007570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Queria amar alguém, queria ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza que tudo vai ficar bem&lt;br /&gt;Queria morrer assim tudo ia acabar&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa dor que me consome por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais forças para lutar contra isso&lt;br /&gt;Sempre a mesma história se repetindo num ciclo sem fim onde a única saída está a alguns metros do chão&lt;br /&gt;Enterrado na areia onde a maior companhia é a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Não sei como toda essa agonia foi parar dentro da minha cabeça e dentro do meu coração, mas nada do que tenho feito conseguiu tira-la de lá&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho mais muito a fazer e a única opção que resta é me matar&lt;br /&gt;Pois me matando é a única forma de acabar com a dor que faz com que até meus mais belos dias se transformem em terríveis pesadelos, dos quais não pretendo nunca mais lembrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814701940243027449-7312025257071945064?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7312025257071945064/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/queria-amar-alguem-queria-ser-alguem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7312025257071945064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7312025257071945064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/queria-amar-alguem-queria-ser-alguem.html' title='SUICÍDIO ¿'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOadyC4pI/AAAAAAAAABs/gBHZx6jbi6k/s72-c/suicidehanging01xh0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-2640798742088484663</id><published>2009-12-16T23:49:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:56:24.769-02:00</updated><title type='text'>MINHA HISTÓRIA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOLXrpmPI/AAAAAAAAABk/YMt79dEOG08/s1600-h/1216849717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOLXrpmPI/AAAAAAAAABk/YMt79dEOG08/s320/1216849717.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416016352876534002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:100%;color:#4E515B;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 23px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;Nunca pensei que fosse tão difícil gostar tanto assim de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De longe observei seus traços... Imaginava um futuro próximo no qual você estaria comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos bons noite a fora até o sol nascer, acordar ansioso ouvindo sua vós pensando que estaria aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era apenas mais um dia para viver sem você, já que era pra ser assim antes não acordar... Pois em meus sonhos tenho certeza que você vai estar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sei que minha história tem um começo, meio e um fim...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas por descaso do destino tudo acabou antes mesmo de começar.&lt;/span&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/7814701940243027449-2640798742088484663?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/2640798742088484663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-historia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2640798742088484663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2640798742088484663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/minha-historia.html' title='MINHA HISTÓRIA'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymOLXrpmPI/AAAAAAAAABk/YMt79dEOG08/s72-c/1216849717.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-2915324802082359656</id><published>2009-12-16T23:47:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:48:26.933-02:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU PAIN !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNwBeTDOI/AAAAAAAAABc/CgCrTZgCGgI/s1600-h/goticosss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 217px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNwBeTDOI/AAAAAAAAABc/CgCrTZgCGgI/s320/goticosss.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416015883058482402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Obrigado dor por me manter vivo por mais um dia nesse mundo infernal. Por a cada dia me dar mais um motivo para morrer, mesmo que tua vontade não permita tal ação.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Cortes no corpo por mais dolorido que seja, aliviam uma dor maior que está aprisionada dentro de mim.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Uma mistura de prazer e sofrimento escorrendo por a cada gota de sangue quente, pulsante, latejante... A sensação perfeita para que tudo ao meu redor pare de existir por ao menos um instante, não existe escola, não existe família, não existe vida, não existe ilusão... Sou somente eu e a dor, um sentimento puro e verdadeiro.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Obrigado dor por me conceder-me tudo aquilo que não posso fazer por mim. Alimento-me desta tua escuridão tenebrosa, ela faz-me ser quem sou.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-2915324802082359656?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/2915324802082359656/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2915324802082359656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/2915324802082359656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/thank-you-pain.html' title='THANK YOU PAIN !'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNwBeTDOI/AAAAAAAAABc/CgCrTZgCGgI/s72-c/goticosss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-7854891086431225235</id><published>2009-12-16T23:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:46:10.218-02:00</updated><title type='text'>LEMBRANÇAS DE UM AMOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNVpVEYbI/AAAAAAAAABU/P-75y6OotGQ/s1600-h/suicidio20y20sangreis2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 274px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNVpVEYbI/AAAAAAAAABU/P-75y6OotGQ/s320/suicidio20y20sangreis2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416015429900722610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Hoje você sorriu para aquela fotografia morta&lt;br /&gt;Viu pessoas realizando sonhos que eram seus&lt;br /&gt;Ouviu canções que te levariam a se esconder&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você fingiu fazer parte desse mundo encantado&lt;br /&gt;Mas por dentro, só você conhece o seu lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Você vê o sol brilhando em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Mas no meu coração, a chuva não para&lt;br /&gt;Você vê a culpa de um sentimento em meus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto em meus olhos... há vestígios de uma nascente de dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;A noite traz de volta&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças que fiz questão de apagar&lt;br /&gt;A imagem do teu rosto assombra meus sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia já foram bons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Apenas mais uma lagrima tenho para te dar&lt;br /&gt;Escondida por um sorriso que não temo em forçar&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio grita por mim&lt;br /&gt;Todas as coisas que pensei em dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Se desejar... Pode até se esconder&lt;br /&gt;Mas apenas se lembre...&lt;br /&gt;De que um dia amei você.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;MEU E DA GABI *--*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-7854891086431225235?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/7854891086431225235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/lembrancas-de-um-amor.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7854891086431225235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/7854891086431225235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/lembrancas-de-um-amor.html' title='LEMBRANÇAS DE UM AMOR'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymNVpVEYbI/AAAAAAAAABU/P-75y6OotGQ/s72-c/suicidio20y20sangreis2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-4607412019386410435</id><published>2009-12-16T23:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:58:23.256-02:00</updated><title type='text'>EQUILÍBRIO</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMoHYBeaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8MZxE81PfY/s1600-h/7532demons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMoHYBeaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8MZxE81PfY/s320/7532demons.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416014647692196258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;color:#4E515B;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Tudo tem dois lados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;O dia e a noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;O calor e o frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;O bem e o mal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;A vida e a morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quem disse que também não tenho dois lados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por traz de cada mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Por traz de cada coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um outro lado existe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um lado obscuro de quem sou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Quem sabe um dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Eu consiga encontrar em fim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#990000;"&gt;Um outro lado que vive em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC66;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814701940243027449-4607412019386410435?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/4607412019386410435/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/equilibrio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4607412019386410435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4607412019386410435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/equilibrio.html' title='EQUILÍBRIO'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMoHYBeaI/AAAAAAAAABM/T8MZxE81PfY/s72-c/7532demons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-4453699278579217231</id><published>2009-12-16T23:41:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T20:17:24.164-03:00</updated><title type='text'>UMA PARTE DE MIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMZ_I_TQI/AAAAAAAAABE/9ufk-uwrLAg/s1600-h/AnjoBomAnjoMal.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMZ_I_TQI/AAAAAAAAABE/9ufk-uwrLAg/s320/AnjoBomAnjoMal.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416014404963486978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim grita por socorro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim grita de alegria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim chora lagrimas de sangue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim acha graça de tudo que vê&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim quer fugir nesse instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim não vê a hora de voltar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim vive em paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Uma parte de mim morreu para nunca mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 23px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&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/7814701940243027449-4453699278579217231?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/4453699278579217231/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-parte-de-mim.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4453699278579217231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4453699278579217231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/uma-parte-de-mim.html' title='UMA PARTE DE MIM'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMZ_I_TQI/AAAAAAAAABE/9ufk-uwrLAg/s72-c/AnjoBomAnjoMal.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-4777458923307982080</id><published>2009-12-16T23:39:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:41:29.475-02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIVENDO UM FIM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMQHUak_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nu4xwBVUDuw/s1600-h/1232980893.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMQHUak_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nu4xwBVUDuw/s320/1232980893.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416014235360203762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Vivendo num mundo de mentira, iludidos por uma utopia onde tudo se torna lindo e perfeito, mas no fim somos todos frutos de um mundo feliz que não existe, somos todos escravos de um constante pesadelo que parece não ter fim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-4777458923307982080?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/4777458923307982080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/vivendo-um-fim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4777458923307982080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/4777458923307982080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/vivendo-um-fim.html' title='VIVENDO UM FIM'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymMQHUak_I/AAAAAAAAAA8/nu4xwBVUDuw/s72-c/1232980893.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-1215193812366645321</id><published>2009-12-16T23:38:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T00:19:21.369-02:00</updated><title type='text'>PENSAMENTOS ESTRANHOS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymLr0qaBKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eG93ou1r0DE/s1600-h/silencio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymLr0qaBKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eG93ou1r0DE/s320/silencio.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013611876877474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Eram mais ou menos 2h da manhã quando uma lufada de vento espalhou os papéis que estavam sobre a mesa da sala. As madrugadas em Los Angeles eram extremamente frias, mas hoje estava além do normal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Levantei para encostar a janela, mas ao olhar para o lado de fora, vi uma pessoa vestida de roupas pretas, estava imóvel, como se estivesse congelado, não parecia estar me vendo. Fui em direção à porta para saber quem era e o que queria parado em frente a minha casa. Quando sai, ele já não estava mais lá, não tinha rastros e nem vestígios, simplesmente desapareceu, fiquei com medo e entrei em casa, tranquei a porta e fui dormir.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.5em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: justify; line-height: 23px; "&gt;Voltando de carro do trabalho, estava sozinho escutando musica, o rádio desligou, e eu já não me sentia mais tão sozinho, ao olhar para o lado, eu o vi segurando uma faca e apontando para mim. Tive a sensação de estar onde eu estava destinado a estar, e todo esse pensamento assustador, invés de me aterrorizar me manteve tranquilo, não sabia o porquê, mas o meu lugar era ali.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-1215193812366645321?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/1215193812366645321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/eram-mais-ou-menos-2h-da-manha-quando.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1215193812366645321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/1215193812366645321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/eram-mais-ou-menos-2h-da-manha-quando.html' title='PENSAMENTOS ESTRANHOS'/><author><name>PedrO H.</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/S7qWCv9ulEI/AAAAAAAAAHs/Lzfo7ShMILE/S220/DSC02720.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymLr0qaBKI/AAAAAAAAAA0/eG93ou1r0DE/s72-c/silencio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-6248473692941299874</id><published>2009-12-16T23:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:38:18.924-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TAINTED LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymLdzNJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZnN5FCNLVOQ/s1600-h/preduu2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymLdzNJ7cI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ZnN5FCNLVOQ/s320/preduu2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416013370967584194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Um amor estragado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Foi tudo que recebi de alguém que finge muito bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma lagrima caiu, pois confiei em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sonho se partiu, pois acreditei em você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Uma vida morreu, pois amei você&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensei que seria bom estar ao teu lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas um amor estragado é o que tens me dado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Tudo que sonhei se transformou em agonia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Minha percepção de amor é doentia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-6248473692941299874?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/6248473692941299874/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-8476549345307507446</id><published>2009-12-16T23:35:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T23:36:49.652-02:00</updated><title type='text'>TEAR OF PAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymK7zS3PvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lY98XAZuDoY/s1600-h/91694301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymK7zS3PvI/AAAAAAAAAAk/lY98XAZuDoY/s320/91694301.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416012786875973362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;*As veses sentimos como se a vida não tivesse mais importancia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); line-height: 23px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*As veses sentimos que nada mais faz sentido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Parece que nossa unica companhia é o quarto vazio e frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Olhar pela janela na madrugada e desligar do mundo por um instante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Talvez seja a melhor coisa a fazer quando nada mais importa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Quando você não tem as respostas para as suas perguntas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*Quando a ultima coisa que lhe resta é... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;*&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color:red;"&gt;Apenas uma lagrima de dor !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-8476549345307507446?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/8476549345307507446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/tear-of-pain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/8476549345307507446'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymKucNJezI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jr7bXIFlg38/s1600-h/dark-angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 279px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymKucNJezI/AAAAAAAAAAc/jr7bXIFlg38/s320/dark-angel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416012557339687730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Um anjo perdido &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Com suas asas quebradas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Um sonho alado sem ter por onde ir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andando sozinho pela escuridão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Caminhando sobre o vento sem companhia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamentos bons rumo ao céu&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Desejo de um dia chegar as estrelas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas um anjo perdido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Expulso do céu de uma forma banal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Aquele que te ama é o primeiro a te ferir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anjos sempre caem primeiro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pensamentos bons perdidos na cruel realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas mais um funeral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Apenas mais um anjo perdido em lagrimas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Suas asas quebradas o impedem de subir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu destino é descer &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Anjos sempre caem primeiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-412503731809241913?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/412503731809241913/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/2009/12/fallen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/412503731809241913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7814701940243027449/posts/default/412503731809241913'/><link 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href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymKNRsrs3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lwYJ9j7ee2c/s1600-h/morte_poetaII.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymKNRsrs3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/lwYJ9j7ee2c/s320/morte_poetaII.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416011987583480690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;Na sombra do vale da morte Tudo parece lindo e perfeito &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas são apenas ilusões de pensamentos bons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na sombra do vale da morte Tudo é medo e frio&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Seu pior pesadelo se torna realidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Na sombra do vale da morte É onde eu estou &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;E é onde você vai parar um dia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Você pode fugir, ou tentar se esconder &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mas no final todos nós temos o mesmo destino &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sombra do vale da morte Onde tudo é medo e frio.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-4872407269728151249?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com/feeds/4872407269728151249/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7814701940243027449.post-51700259784176396</id><published>2009-12-16T23:23:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:00:07.636-02:00</updated><title type='text'>FACADE OF REALITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymJyiPLt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5_Mtq7hGVT0/s1600-h/gothic_angel87392212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gWTtTaS-eWo/SymJyiPLt_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/5_Mtq7hGVT0/s320/gothic_angel87392212.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416011528166684658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(78, 81, 91); font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Algo que temos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Algo que perdemos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Viver em um mundo de ilusões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Sua alma pouco importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;A fachada da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Onde poucos encontram &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;A verdadeira razão de viver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Construindo seus mundos em falsas esperanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Todos temem a morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Antes mesmo de saber o motivo de suas vidas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Falsos destinos alimentados pelo medo da verdadea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Corações frios programados para odiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Não existe espaço para o amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Vidas perdidas e iludidas por mentiras &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Esta é a fachada da realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Pessoas sem alma seguindo pelo mesmo caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Somente mais um no meio da multidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Procurando a luz, sem direção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Pedaços de um coração partido se vão &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Junto com a esperança de um dia ser feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Esta é a morte de um sonho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;Tristemente desejado, um paraíso de mentira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7814701940243027449-51700259784176396?l=my-rusted-horses.blogspot.com' alt='' 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