<?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-3591369993931434794</id><updated>2011-12-22T21:57:20.044-02:00</updated><title type='text'>««łň§åŇĭ†¥ Đ®∑ĄM§»» ReSsEd VeRsIoN³</title><subtitle type='html'>Apenas um bardo louco, desvirtuador e beberrão que caiu nos dominios de Delirium... O que ele há de encontrar nessa 'viagem'? Bem, aqui estará suas histórias x)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/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-3591369993931434794.post-4220433603684997320</id><published>2011-07-05T15:22:00.008-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T16:31:56.085-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Passos na Areia</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;Oh, ask the dust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;No harm will come between us...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;Novos pesadelos... Ótimo, era tudo que eu precisava quando to quase ficando louco ¬¬&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sendo sincero, nem sei por que estou escrevendo esse post, e nem por que do titulo (Mas me pareceu tãão propicio...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Ooh, she moves in silence&lt;br /&gt;Then whispers to me&lt;br /&gt;Sets my soul harp on fire&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Penso, as vezes, se estou cometendo um erro de apostar minha sanidade em alguém que sequer conheço. Em um evento que quero que aconteça. Nesse fantasma que tanto sonho... Ok, acho que fantasma não é o termo certo, só não sei como chama-la... Chama-la de sonho já não funciona mais, já que eu cada vez me afundo mais em pesadelos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sweet salvation, baby&lt;br /&gt;Melts my heart made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Please guide me and carry me on&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O que de fato, será que quero? Já estou tão acustumado as Trevas, que nem sei se vou conseguir manter os olhos abertos caso eu veja a Luz... Será que não é a hora de aceitar isso, aceitar essa realidade, essa Solidão, abraçar esse Desespero e simplesmente, viver com minha Loucura?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Seduced...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;By your glance...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perguntas, Perguntas e mais perguntas... será que eu não consigo respostas, só pra variar? Tipo, por que eu ainda luto e acredito que isso uma hora vai mudar? Who knows...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know past lives, they don't matter anyhow...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Please hold me and embrace my soul...&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/3591369993931434794-4220433603684997320?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4220433603684997320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2011/07/passos-na-areia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4220433603684997320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4220433603684997320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2011/07/passos-na-areia.html' title='Passos na Areia'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-2405872121329228505</id><published>2011-06-20T12:05:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T13:51:48.425-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Monday</title><content type='html'>É estranho voltar a esse lugar.&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tampo tempo, minha loucura volta com força total. A última noite foi uma desgraça pra pegar no sono, com esses dois gritando na minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;Olhei pra esse espaço, folheando tudo que foi escrito aqui. Tantas revoltas. Tantos pensamentos ruins. Tantas coisas que estão voltando...&lt;br /&gt;Naquela época, achava que me sentia assim por causa dela. Não, não é. Eu mesmo que me torno assim... Amargo. Perdido em pesadelos e quase caindo em desespero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When you've laid your hands upon me&lt;br /&gt;And told me who you are&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was mistaken&lt;br /&gt;I thought I heard your words&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, How do I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desespero. Acho que essa é a palavra certa. A forma como o ser humano lida com isso, é o que define o quão forte essa pessoa pode ser... O quanto ela pode resistir... Até aonde ela aguenta a Solidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Those who came before me&lt;br /&gt;Lived through their vocations&lt;br /&gt;From the past until completion&lt;br /&gt;They'll turn away no more&lt;br /&gt;And I still find it so hard&lt;br /&gt;To say what I need to say&lt;br /&gt;But I'm quite sure that you'll tell me&lt;br /&gt;Just how should I feel today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguns, conseguem transformar esse vazio em sua força. Transformar isso em arte, literatura, música. Hamlet foi escrito quando Shakespeare está perdido pela dor de ter perdido seu filho. Poe passou a vida abraçando o desespero. Lovecraft a loucura... Van Gogh, o fracasso.&lt;br /&gt;Faces da loucura, do medo, da Solidão... O vazio é o maior demônio que iremos enfrentar...&lt;br /&gt;E não, não me comparo a esses gênios... Deixo claro que apenas sou &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;louco&lt;/span&gt;, não um&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; louco genial&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I see a ship in the harbor&lt;br /&gt;I can and shall obey&lt;br /&gt;But if it wasn't for your misfortune&lt;br /&gt;I'd be a heavenly person today&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I was mistaken&lt;br /&gt;And I thought I heard you speak&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how do I feel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me now, how should I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas palavras... um só significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dias nebulosos se aproximam&lt;/span&gt;... Até aonde minha mente pode aguentar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Now I stand here waiting...&lt;br /&gt;I thought I told you to leave me&lt;br /&gt;While I walked down to the beach&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how does it feel&lt;br /&gt;When your heart grows cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;Blue Monday do New Order é uma música excepcional pra um dia como hoje...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-2405872121329228505?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2405872121329228505/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2011/06/blue-monday.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2405872121329228505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2405872121329228505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2011/06/blue-monday.html' title='Blue Monday'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-4744761386768260520</id><published>2009-11-02T13:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:52:05.974-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a song.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world like a great black pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the vermin of the world inhabit it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's morals aren't worth what a pig could spit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it goes by the name of London...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UavYhr3lmlA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UavYhr3lmlA&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;There was a barber and his wife,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And she was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A foolish barber and his wife.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; She was his reason and his life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; And she was beautiful,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she was virtuous,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And he was... naive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There was another man who saw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That she was beautiful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; A pious vulture of the law,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Who, with a gesture of his claw,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Removed the barber from his plate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Then there was nothing but to wait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And she would fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So soft,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So young,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And oh so beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the lady, sir, did she succumb?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh, that was many years ago...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I doubt if anyone would know...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There's a hole in the world like a great black pit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And it's filled with people who are filled with shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And the vermin of the world inhabit it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-4744761386768260520?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4744761386768260520/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4744761386768260520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4744761386768260520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/11/just-song.html' title='Just a song.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-7546846416978579356</id><published>2009-11-02T12:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T13:51:10.664-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Now I know that the end comes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You knew since the beginning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Didn't want to believe it's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I am alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; My soul still with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Why's the clock even running &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; If my world isn't turning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Hear your voice in the doorway wind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm only waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo passa por dias difíceis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Você sabia que isso ia acontecer. Sempre soube, mas não quis se preparar nem acreditar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdido nos próprios pensamentos, tentando achar... nem ele sabe o que procurar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- E não será naquela que destruiu seu coração que você encontrará nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele tenta escrever, se livrar dessa dor de alguma forma. Lidar com algo que sempre soube que ia acontecer... Tava lá, sempre na frente dela... Sempre pronto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- É... sempre pronta pra virar as costas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o estúpido Bardo remeche em coisas antigas... Lê palavras bonitas, palavras de conforto. Palavras que ele adorava ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Que será que foram verdade algum dia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele procura conforto... procura carinho. Em QUALQUER lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- E vai ter que voltar ao começo denovo... Graaaaaaaaande evolução. Se tivesse se preparado, se tivesse feito o que ela sempre te acusou, teria alguém pra te aquecer agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo toma remédios agora... E nem ve nenhum resultado nesse lixo. Ele ainda pensa no sorriso dela...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Mas esse puto é realmente um babaca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias tornaram-se tristes e sombrios. A poetisa, continua linda. Mais do que nunca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Para de falar nela... Enquanto tu ta ai chorando ela já tá nos braços de outro. E olha uma novidade... ELA NÃO SE IMPORTA COM VOCÊ!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo só quer conseguir ficar em paz. Talvez deitar e não acordar mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Começou denovo a babaquisse de sempre... Mortais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;E o que mais intriga o Bardo, é por que precisa ser assim no final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Simples. ela se diverte vendo você na merda rastejando por ela... Não se tocou disso ainda? Não é a primeira vez, idiota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria bom, se ao menos... Ela devolvesse minha alma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Melancólico, chato, chorão, babaca e sóbrio. - Comentário de... Who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;You tear into pieces my heart&lt;br /&gt;Before you leave with no repentance&lt;br /&gt;I cried to you, my tears turning into blood&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender&lt;br /&gt;You say that I take it too hard&lt;br /&gt;And all I ask is comprehension&lt;br /&gt;Bring back to you a piece of my broken heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-7546846416978579356?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/7546846416978579356/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7546846416978579356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7546846416978579356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/11/sonhos.html' title='Sonhos...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-7493814130887031727</id><published>2009-07-15T23:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T23:56:00.997-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song for Ireland.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Walking all the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;near tall towers where falcons build their nests&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Silver wings they fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They know the call for freedom in their breasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw Black Head against the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living on your western shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood by your Atlantic Sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i sang a song for Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Drinking all the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In old pubs where fiddlers love to play,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw one touch the bow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood on dingle beach and cast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In wild foam for Atlantic bass,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living on your western shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood by your Atlantic Sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sang a song for Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Talking all the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With true friends who try to make you stay,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Telling jokes and news,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Singing songs to while the time away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Watched the galway salmon run,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like silver dancing, darting in the sun,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;living on your western shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood by your Atlantic Sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And i sang a song for Ireland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dreaming in the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw a land where no-one had to fight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waking in your dawn,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I saw you crying in the morning light,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sleeping where the falcons fly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Living on your western shore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I stood by your Atlantic sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And I sang a song for Ireland &lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--Lyrics End--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Someday I'll be back to home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-7493814130887031727?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/7493814130887031727/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-for-ireland.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7493814130887031727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7493814130887031727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/07/song-for-ireland.html' title='A Song for Ireland.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-9120628632496598907</id><published>2009-07-15T15:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T00:04:52.081-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why should I even try...?</title><content type='html'>É... mais uma vez, sendo tratado como a 53ª carta do baralho (é, a que não existe, que ta fora mesmo.)&lt;br /&gt;Porra... chega ser cansativo demais isso... Todo mundo tem mais importância que eu, todo mundo sabe mais de você do que eu. Sou só um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;babaca&lt;/span&gt; que fica te esperando, e eu nem sei mais por que...&lt;br /&gt;Provavelmente é por que já perdi qualquer outra opção, e tenho que ter algo pra me manter em pé.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Era tão bom quando eu tinha alguma importância, quando minha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;opinião&lt;/span&gt; valia de algo, quando eu sabia de algo... Me sentia importante pra você. Agora, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pfff&lt;/span&gt;... Fala tanto nessa viagem, deve &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;tar&lt;/span&gt; cansada dos mesmos na sua volta e vai fingir dar atenção pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;otário&lt;/span&gt; aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É acho que não tem nada mais pra desabafar, pra ninguém ler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tentando tomar coragem pra tomar um rumo... Talvez, voltar a sonhar, ou voltar pra casa..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-9120628632496598907?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/9120628632496598907/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-should-i-even-try.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/9120628632496598907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/9120628632496598907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/07/why-should-i-even-try.html' title='Why should I even try...?'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-4058291189436034947</id><published>2009-06-18T13:57:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T14:06:35.900-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu? (Outro?!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;"Doctor doctor, please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Oh, the mess I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; Doctor doctor, please oh, the mess I'm in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; She walked up to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt; And really stole my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; And then she started to take my body apart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Já estou me acustumando a ter &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejavu&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quisera eu sentir isso em uma boa situação. Mas todo &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejavu &lt;/span&gt;que sinto, me remete as merdas que já passei.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta ocasião, a poetisa pra variar me magoando.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ela começa a ter os mesmos ataques que teve numa certa época do ano passado.&lt;br /&gt;Começa a agir da mesma forma. Do nada aparece outro "amiguinho" dela, ela só passando o tempo todo me tratando como lixo.&lt;br /&gt;Ai ela, com seu eterno ar de superioridade e também sua distorcida noção de SEMPRE estar certa, diz "Estou cansada de você". Dai em diante é só blábláblá.&lt;br /&gt;Ela não percebe que tudo que ela tem feito é o oposto do que deveria, e isso é o que destrói agente, ou destriu por que eu, já não sonho mais.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, seguindo a tradição, vou passar um tempo mais afundado na merda que o normal, enchendo isso aqui de besteira, enquanto ela vai estar se divertindo com outra pessoa E caso o &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dejavu &lt;/span&gt;terminar como o passado, ter a cara de pau que estava com outro mas só pensava em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Ser otário é foda.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que passou da hora de eu me livrar disso que sinto por ela.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que perceber que ela apenas é parte da minha destruição, não da salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Doctor doctor, please &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Oh I'm going' fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Doctor doctor, please, oh, I'm going' fast &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's only just a moment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; She's turning paranoid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; That's not a situation for a nervous boy"&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/3591369993931434794-4058291189436034947?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4058291189436034947/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/06/deja-vu-outro.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4058291189436034947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4058291189436034947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2009/06/deja-vu-outro.html' title='Deja Vu? (Outro?!)'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-3793000624350778323</id><published>2008-11-09T03:34:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T03:36:42.423-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu?</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday night, I had a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There she was, out of the blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thunderstruck, nailed to the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I couldn't move, couldn't talk...anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Love] &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Of all these guys it's you she desires &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Secretly her heart is on fire &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Waiting for you to ask her to dance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Go ahead, make your move...now's your chance &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Passion] Do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it now, do it now, I think you know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pride] Let it out, let it out, now don't mess about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let her in, let her in, let the party begin! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] There I was, nervous and shy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Struck with awe as I caught her eye &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I mustered up courage and walked her way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Figuring out what to do...what to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Love] Her heart sings as she sees you come near &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The music fades, the crowd disappears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She weeps in silence as you pass her by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And she's wondering why...oh why &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Passion] Do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it now, do it now, I think you know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pride] Let it out, let it out, now don't mess about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Agony] Remember your father, well you're just like him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing but violence and fury within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember your mother, so lonely and sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will be her fate if you treat her as bad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Fear] You're afraid she might turn you down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;All your hopes dashed to the ground &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nobody loved you, nobody will &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why should you even try...but still... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] Friday night, I had a few &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Wife] There was no need to talk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] There she was, out of the blue &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Wife] We just started to walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] Hand in hand, we took the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Wife] And we danced, and we danced, and we danced &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Me] I could move, I could talk...even more... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Passion] Do it right, do it right, we ain't got all night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do it now, do it now, I think you know how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Pride] Let it out, let it out, now don't mess about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;[Agony] Remember your father, well you're just like him &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nothing but violence and fury within &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Remember your mother, so lonely and sad &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This will be her fate if you treat her as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Deja vu?!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see familiar faces,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But you don't remember where they're from,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Could you be wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When you've been particular places,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you know you've never been before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Can you be sure?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you know this has happened before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you know that this moment in time is for real,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you know when you feel Deja vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chorus:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel like I've been here before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Feel like I've been here before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ever had a conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That you realise you've had before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Isn't it strange?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Have you ever talked to someone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you feel you know what's coming next?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It feels pre-arranged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you know that you've heard it before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you feel that this moment in time is surreal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;'Cause you know when you feel deja-vu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;High Hopes x~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-3793000624350778323?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3793000624350778323/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/11/deja-vu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/3793000624350778323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/3793000624350778323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/11/deja-vu.html' title='Deja Vu?'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-7265911746959316348</id><published>2008-11-02T01:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T01:47:23.466-02:00</updated><title type='text'>For the sake of Godness...</title><content type='html'>É &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;foda&lt;/span&gt;. Porra pode simplesmente &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;descomplicar&lt;/span&gt; tudo mas não, quer complicar tudo, quer sempre se fazer de vitima e quer sempre encher o saco.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não pode simplesmente ver a falta que causa, mas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;nãããããããão&lt;/span&gt; prefere ficar causando drama por TUDO que acontece, em vez de, ver que por estarmos longe, tudo fica mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sensível&lt;/span&gt;, tudo sempre é pior.&lt;br /&gt;Por que não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;vê&lt;/span&gt; que é muito melhor confiar em vez de querer dar uma de partido nazista?&lt;br /&gt;Por que acha que tudo é motivo pra brigar "você não me ama, você não liga pra mim!" e simplesmente percebe, a falta que faz!&lt;br /&gt;PORRA! To longe pra &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;caralho&lt;/span&gt;, to sentindo TUA falta nos meus braços, e ainda tenho que ouvir merda por que não &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tava&lt;/span&gt; com o rabo sentado no PC?!&lt;br /&gt;"Ah você nunca me ouve" Você NUNCA fala. Nossas conversas sobre nós se resumem a "Tudo bem, e como foi a aula" com respostas &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;medríocres&lt;/span&gt; de ambos os lados, você por não querer falar, e eu por saber que você não vai ouvir, passamos umas 2 horas falando a mesma coisa que AMBOS sabem que é fato "EU TE AMO" e ai, vamos pra sessão jogo. E acabou. E fica nisso, e mais um dia se arrasta LONGE de você e você não percebe que, de fato, NÃO &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;estávamos&lt;/span&gt; juntos.&lt;br /&gt;Para e pensa uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Só uma...&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tão juntos aqui, com o rabo colado no PC, como estamos juntos sentados em qualquer lugar pensando um no outro. Como estamos na rua caminhando, com o outro na mente. Não diferencia. Só por que estamos com personagens que, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;veem&lt;/span&gt; a vida banal de uma forma diferente da gente, não quer dizer que estamos mais próximos... Estamos apenas, nos afastando, tentando nos afastar o máximo &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;possível&lt;/span&gt;, porém tentando, manter-se perto.&lt;br /&gt;Fica reclamando que eu não percebo nada?! Mas eu to com a mesma frase em um &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;nick&lt;/span&gt; por quase 2 semanas e eu não ouvi um PORQUE usa ela. E eu que não percebo?&lt;br /&gt;É só ver a importância que dá pra um desabafo meu... e ainda reclama dos meus (ou da falta) comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Cadê&lt;/span&gt; meu canivete ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;E ainda reclama da cerveja ¬¬&lt;br /&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/3591369993931434794-7265911746959316348?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/7265911746959316348/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sake-of-godness.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7265911746959316348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/7265911746959316348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/11/for-sake-of-godness.html' title='For the sake of Godness...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-3132010277062843801</id><published>2008-10-30T17:14:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T17:15:01.239-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Bonus Track!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQCcZxlf6fA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AQCcZxlf6fA&amp;hl=pt-br&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is something in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always somewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Feelings have deserted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To a point of no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I don't believe in god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; But i pray for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's you i live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you leave no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm vulnerable to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; There is something in the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; You're always somewhere else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Feelings have deserted me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To a point of no return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; So the light fades out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And you're so close to lose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's you i live for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you leave no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm vulnerable to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; It's you i live my life for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away from me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I'm vulnerable to your love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Don't you slip away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-3132010277062843801?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/3132010277062843801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonus-track.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/3132010277062843801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/3132010277062843801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/10/bonus-track.html' title='Bonus Track!'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6679925175224256894</id><published>2008-10-30T16:24:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T16:46:46.774-02:00</updated><title type='text'>So that's da price of the Happy-ever Ending?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;sit&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;wing&lt;/span&gt; for a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;blackbird&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;tell&lt;/span&gt; me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;allwent&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt;'s no &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;resolution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;without&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;remorse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ignorance&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;bellies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;thin&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;let&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;stay&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;course&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cá o bardo está novamente, tirando a inspiração de sua guerra intima, afinal, como sempre foi o motivo desses sonhos, ele precisa desabafar...&lt;br /&gt;Olhando pro &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;teto&lt;/span&gt;, perdido nos sonhos da vida futura com sua amada poetisa, e seus próprios pesadelos preso no vazio, é aonde ele se encontra.&lt;br /&gt;Uma cerveja, duas talvez... Bem, mande a terceira...&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz sempre ecoando na mente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- E então garoto, como está realmente? Sabe que a cada dia fica mais &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt; resistir a seu inimigo... Nem sei se eu tenho mais forças pra lutar por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Uma musica ecoando, musica, sim... Isso é bom... Me fortalece, me faz esquecer um pouco minhas fraquezas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Por quanto tempo, garoto? Quanto tempo acha que vai conseguir aguentar assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pego-me a pensar... por quanto tempo? A poetisa é tudo que eu tenho, mas ela não consegue ver as coisas mais simples que acontecem com o bardo... Ela não consegue ver, o quanto a falta dela, faz mal ao bardo. E simplesmente julga-o por ele cair novamente em &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;vícios&lt;/span&gt; antigos... Julga-o, Julga-o...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Pense direito garoto... Ela é sua força, mas vai continuar ajoelhando-se sempre, a ela?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;O bardo apenas consegue suspirar, vendo como, seus sonhos, são &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;exatamente&lt;/span&gt; o que o &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;corroe&lt;/span&gt; por dentro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Talvez, sua salvação seja, de fato, sua danação? Não! Não! Não é assim... Ela é minha mulher, ela é minha luz... Mas a distancia dói tanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Mas não tanto quanto a indiferença dela quanto ao que ocorre a você, meu caro amigo... Ela alimenta seu inimigo, e nem ela consegue perceber isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Paro e respiro... bem, ele tem razão. Ela não percebe o que ela mesmo faz... acha que sempre está certa, que o que faz... é simplesmente, cuidar de nós... Mas nem tudo é tão simples quanto a poetisa pensa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Sim, meu amigo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ela &lt;/span&gt;está o jogando no abismo... porém ela não o percebe... Sei também que não é o que ela quer, porém, ela deixa-se tomar pelo medo. Ela é tão fraca quanto você, meu amigo... Talvez mais, pois você, ao menos tem uma certeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;Sim tenho... sei que ela me ama... Sei que ela é quem vai estar ao meu lado pra sempre, por isso pago qualquer preço pra tentar, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;fazê&lt;/span&gt;-la feliz... Nem que esse preço, seja assinar o óbito de minha própria liberdade... Nem que seja assinar o óbito, de tudo que eu sempre fui, e simplesmente aceitar, tudo que sempre lutei contra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- É uma escolha &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;difícil&lt;/span&gt;, garoto. Precisa tomar uma atitude, ou a poetisa e você, serão quem sairão perdendo, por mais que permaneçam de mãos dadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;E o bardo apenas fecha os olhos, pensando, qual realmente será, sua solução.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;begins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;weight&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;blood&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt; dances&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;beneath&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;message&lt;/span&gt; a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;says&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;we&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;bound&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;days&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;years&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;take&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;care&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;he&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;ll&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Se eu não postar amanhã, Feliz &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;Samhain&lt;/span&gt; a todos. Que esse novo ciclo traga &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;ótimas&lt;/span&gt; surpresas a todos, como a que eu tive dias depois do último &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Yule&lt;/span&gt;, ou &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Midsummer&lt;/span&gt; pra nós aqui da parte sul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/3591369993931434794-6679925175224256894?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6679925175224256894/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-thats-da-price-of-happy-ever-ending.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6679925175224256894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6679925175224256894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/10/so-thats-da-price-of-happy-ever-ending.html' title='So that&apos;s da price of the Happy-ever Ending?'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-5374910572696495060</id><published>2008-04-24T13:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T13:45:19.896-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Bardo...</title><content type='html'>Bem, não é que o bardo não tenha mais seus sonhos loucos, seus desejos incontrolaveis, ou suas tipicas babaricas... Ele simplesmente esta impossibilitado de visitar esse mundo aqui com tanta regularidade como antigamente u.u...&lt;br /&gt;Porem, ele continua seguindo aqui fora, e em breve, novos capitulos de uma história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo decide agir x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeBpHfGPyqE&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JeBpHfGPyqE&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-5374910572696495060?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5374910572696495060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-o-bardo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5374910572696495060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5374910572696495060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-o-bardo.html' title='E o Bardo...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1785308994376980052</id><published>2008-04-22T12:23:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T12:36:17.387-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Prisioneiro do Desejo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;So&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;where&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;cold&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;wind&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;blows&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;ask&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;my&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;friends&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;knows&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Who&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;am&lt;/span&gt; I to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;love&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;have&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O bardo caminha por terras estranhas, ansioso e temeroso. Sente frio e não sabe &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;praonde&lt;/span&gt; está indo... Ao longe, existe um leve brilho, que ele espera ser o brilho dos olhos da menina guiando-o...&lt;br /&gt;Em sua mente, seus medos ecoam, fazendo o parar de caminhar e abraçar a si mesmo, tentando esquentar-se em meio aquele estranho frio.&lt;br /&gt;Ele teme, ela se afasta dele, lembranças passadas o assombram... Ele não sabe o que fazer, é um prisioneiro de seus desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela apenas observa-o, como se quisesse testar-lo, ver até aonde ele pode aguentar. Ele quer que ela seja &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sua&lt;/span&gt; menina, ele precisa dela, mas ele esta sozinho, ela parece não se importar com o desespero dele.&lt;br /&gt;Ele esta preso, perdido no labirinto de sua mente, sozinho mesmo com ela vagando por sua mente, e as vezes, aquecendo sua alma. Ele teme que ela o deixe para trás.... novamente...&lt;br /&gt;E perdido no frio e no escuro, o bardo cai de joelhos, com os olhos a lacrimejar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perdido e com frio, sem saber que caminho trilhar...&lt;br /&gt;Prisioneiro de seu desejo, e de seus sonhos...&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/3591369993931434794-1785308994376980052?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1785308994376980052/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/prisioneiro-do-desejo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1785308994376980052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1785308994376980052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/prisioneiro-do-desejo.html' title='Prisioneiro do Desejo.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-4732470189246681446</id><published>2008-04-21T18:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:41:07.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ballad of Bard</title><content type='html'>Caminhando por essas terras, com minha bela poetisa em minha mente, começo a sentir um incomum frio na brisa, e percebo uma folha voando pelos ares... Pego-a, uma página da antiga história...&lt;br /&gt;Uma canção que estava presa em minha mente após momentos sombrios...&lt;br /&gt;Passo os olhos por ela, lembrando de como foi aquilo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The Ballad of Bard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Thit is another ballad&lt;br /&gt;Sung by some bards&lt;br /&gt;Across time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ballad about a sad story,&lt;br /&gt;A story of a broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard was wandering alone&lt;br /&gt;In the domains of Emptyness&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could save him,&lt;br /&gt;No one made him smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard forgot what is be alive,&lt;br /&gt;And one day, he meets a young maiden...&lt;br /&gt;Who makes him alive again,&lt;br /&gt;With her sweet smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard fell in love,&lt;br /&gt;With the sweet maiden&lt;br /&gt;All his dreams, just goes to her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that is,&lt;br /&gt;A ballad about a sad story,&lt;br /&gt;A story of a broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time passing by&lt;br /&gt;And the Bard's heart,&lt;br /&gt;Beats for her All the time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, with a sweet smile,&lt;br /&gt;The maiden broken his heart&lt;br /&gt;With some sweet lies,&lt;br /&gt;The maiden found someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just is...&lt;br /&gt;A ballad about a sad story,&lt;br /&gt;A story of a broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard fell into despair&lt;br /&gt;All his dreams and desire&lt;br /&gt;Broken into the ground&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;How he can just survive...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again he wanders...&lt;br /&gt;But this time, he's still alive,&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't want to fall into...&lt;br /&gt;Emptyness's Domains...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his mind...&lt;br /&gt;Just a ballad about a sad story,&lt;br /&gt;A story of a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;His broken heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bard still has Faith&lt;br /&gt;And believes someday&lt;br /&gt;He shall be fine.&lt;br /&gt;And May be with his maiden.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guardo aquela pagina comigo, e estranhamente, tenho medo... medo daquilo acontecer denovo. Medo de cair novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Vejamos aonde irei parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Temeroso... muito.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-4732470189246681446?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4732470189246681446/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballad-of-bard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4732470189246681446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4732470189246681446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/ballad-of-bard.html' title='The Ballad of Bard'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-5518479196329750343</id><published>2008-04-14T02:53:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T13:00:35.170-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E o Bardo continua...</title><content type='html'>O Bardo sofre...&lt;br /&gt;Sua Poetisa, pensa em coisas inexistentes, preocupando-se com demônios que não abalam o Bardo. Enquanto o Bardo ignora demônios, inimigos deste, que estão próximos da Poetisa.&lt;br /&gt;O que ele deve fazer?&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo tem uma canção na mente, canção que remete a como ele saiu do Vazio, e de como a Poetisa o salvou, assim como, remete as maneiras de como a Poetisa tentou jogá-lo novamente no Vazio....&lt;br /&gt;"Com um sorriso nos lábios, a dama quebrou o coração do pobre Bardo, que voltou a vagar, dessa vez, não no Vazio, mas no limiar dele... O Bardo sentiu o doce sabor da vida, e não o abandonará enquanto acreditar que terá lugar nesse lugar.... Enquanto acreditar... Enquanto aguentar, viver sem sua Poetisa"&lt;br /&gt;Por que a Poetisa, e o pobre Bardo, não podem ser felizes? Por que o Bardo consegue ignorar seus medos, e a Poetisa, continua alimentando-os?&lt;br /&gt;Será, na realidade, o Bardo e a Poetisa uma ilusão?&lt;br /&gt;Será, que o caminho dos dois, não é o mesmo, como parecem ser?&lt;br /&gt;Até quando, o Bardo aguentará novamente a dor que já sentira, para simplesmente, estar novamente ao lado da Poetisa?&lt;br /&gt;Magoado o Bardo está, mas ele deve sempre, ter fé!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Bardo ainda sonha...&lt;br /&gt;Com a Poetisa...&lt;br /&gt;Com o sorriso da Poetisa...&lt;br /&gt;Com o calor do corpo da Poetisa...&lt;br /&gt;Com o aroma da Poetisa...&lt;br /&gt;Com ela, ao lado do podre Bardo.&lt;br /&gt;E ele nunca deixará de acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;Ser um bardo, é acreditar na Magia, acreditar que pode-se, ser mais do que o que esperam.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar que tudo tem um motivo e uma recompensa...&lt;br /&gt;E a recompensa do Bardo...............&lt;br /&gt;É sua Poetisa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Um Bardo que até sua própria morte, continuará a ter fé! E que continuará a amar sua Poetisa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-5518479196329750343?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5518479196329750343/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-o-bardo-continua.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5518479196329750343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5518479196329750343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-o-bardo-continua.html' title='E o Bardo continua...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-2277154366032591119</id><published>2008-04-08T15:45:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T16:18:45.288-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I... in a Rainbow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;....and I feeling might good&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes na minha cabeça, parece uma discussão... Parece que brigo comigo mesmo, e vejo o livro anterior caido no chão, aberto, com as páginas sendo viradas pela brisa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO]&lt;em&gt; É... o que vai ser agora hein? Vai me ignorar denovo?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[PAIXÃO] &lt;em&gt;Claro que ele deve... afinal se ele ouvir você, ele não consegue o que tanto quer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO] &lt;em&gt;Ai ele ouve você e fica do mesmo jeito que ficou a pouco tempo? Muuuito esperto...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAZÃO] &lt;em&gt;Já estão discutindo? Bem, sabem que os dois estão certos.... Ele tem que ouvir o orgulho pra se proteger, mas precisa acreditar na paixão pra conseguir o que quer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO] &lt;em&gt;Chego o em cima do muro ¬¬... Pra ser a razão você não decide nada sabia?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAZÃO] &lt;em&gt;Por ser razão, eu não tento excluir nada até que seja realmente necessário... Invés de ficarem brigando, por que não se ajudam? Ambos chegam ao objetivo de vocês e pronto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAIVA] &lt;em&gt;Briga? Aonde? Que foi que tão discutindo...?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO, RAZÃO, PAIXÃO] &lt;em&gt;Sobre ela...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAIVA] &lt;em&gt;Bah... eu pensando que já era algo que eu pudesse convidar meu amigo Violência... É que já estamos cansados dessa parede.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO, RAZÃO, PAIXÃO] &lt;em&gt;Quieto ¬¬. Volta a ficar sem fazer nada porquê é uma discussão séria aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[LUXÚRIA] &lt;em&gt;Acho que ele devia era parar de se preocupar com uma, e ir atrás de 'novos horizontes'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[TIMIDEZ] &lt;em&gt;Claro, como se ele conseguisse isso... Olha o meu tamanho u.ú.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO] &lt;em&gt;E como diabos isso ia resolver algo hein? Ele ia continuar mal depois, quando voltasse ao 'normal'.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAZÃO] &lt;em&gt;Concordo com Orgulho... Um assunto de cada vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[. . .] Dá pro bando de desocupados parar de encher a cabeça do garoto de besteira, e me deixar assistir o show?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAZÃO] &lt;em&gt;Quem disse isso?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[. . .] Esqueçam... -.-'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ORGULHO] &lt;em&gt;Cara intrometido u.ú... Entrando na conversa dos outros... pfff...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[MEDO] &lt;em&gt;Acho que ele não devia, ele já acreditou uma vez e viu aonde foi parar... Não entendo por que ele ainda tenta.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[RAZÃO] &lt;em&gt;Se você entendesse o que é fé, você não seria Medo, seria? Vamos deixar ele decidir, apenas tentarmos ajuda-lo... Ele vai saber o que fazer... ao menos espero. Vamos dar tempo a ele.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... to vendo que a casa aqui em cima ta cheia... Pego o livro antigo, e o fecho, guardando-o. O que já foi escrito não pode ser mudado. Nada... O que vai ser escrito, isso sim ainda há de mudar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Esperando o chá de cogumelo chegar ^_^ E não se preocupando mais em tentar entendê-la.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-2277154366032591119?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2277154366032591119/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-in-rainbow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2277154366032591119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2277154366032591119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-in-rainbow.html' title='I... in a Rainbow...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-217533414187363492</id><published>2008-04-05T01:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T01:20:17.209-03:00</updated><title type='text'>E a trupe ataca novamente.</title><content type='html'>Caminhando por essas terras, novamente me deparo com a mesma trupe, sentada ao redor de uma fogueira, seus cavalos descançando e suas carroças cercando-os...&lt;br /&gt;A bela que canta, dança ao redor da fogueira, enquanto ele, aquele que possui seu coração, vislumbra-a, dedilhando suavemente as cordas...&lt;br /&gt;Me aproximo, timidamente, afinal eles são as poucas pessoas que encontro nessas terras tão estranhas, ela me olha e começa a cantar uma outra canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoYbVosc93U&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qoYbVosc93U&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parece que ela sabe o que passa em minha mente, e percebe o que sinto tanta falta e me causa tanta confusão.&lt;br /&gt;Ele me convida a sentar, e aponta um tambor, o qual começo a tocar, acompanhando-os em tão bela canção.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Andando, andando e andando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-217533414187363492?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/217533414187363492/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-trupe-ataca-novamente.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/217533414187363492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/217533414187363492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/e-trupe-ataca-novamente.html' title='E a trupe ataca novamente.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-416798679918215331</id><published>2008-04-04T01:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T02:04:53.358-03:00</updated><title type='text'>First Month.</title><content type='html'>Eu to... sei lá, sem saber o que falar ou fazer, diabos!&lt;br /&gt;Por essa eu não esperava mesmo, sei lá se ouvi direito ou se ouvi o que eu queria ouvir, só sei que o efeito foi devastador.&lt;br /&gt;Nem eu esperava que fosse ter esse efeito, pra falar a real, eu to tentando entender o efeito faz quase 40 minutos!&lt;br /&gt;Porra, to nem conseguindo escrever, de tanto que bagunçou aqui. Pedir pro Tio Sammy escrever? Deixa pra lá, ele já foi fazer a pipoca pra ver o 'show'. Se bem que nem ele esperava por essa, tá fazendo pipoca no microondas mesmo que é mais rapido.&lt;br /&gt;Calma... pensa... respira... respira.... respira... respira.... respira.... respira.... respira.... respira.... Já respirei pra caralho e não acalma &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que eu to vendo que não vo dormir mesmo, CADÊ MEUS CIGARROS!!!! Eu mato aqueles 'faggots' dos meus amigos que acabaram com minha reserva... ALCOOOOOOOOOOOOL... xi, só tem esse vinhozinho meia boca aqui.... ó Céus... vocês adoram aprontar pro meu lado...&lt;br /&gt;Então me arrumem logo uma camisa de força pra tentar segurar isso aqui, pq depois dessa, negócio ficou bravo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;2 doses de absinto por favor...? Naaah! Manda logo a garrafa... Tem Prozac?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-416798679918215331?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/416798679918215331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-month.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/416798679918215331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/416798679918215331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/first-month.html' title='First Month.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6649943902014970444</id><published>2008-04-02T23:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T00:10:22.555-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Leave me alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Isolation bears hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;There's something else waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A promised destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Freezing me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;I feel restless and low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;These days full of sadness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Had joyfully changed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Into fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando por essas terras estranhas, vejo algo que me é familiar...&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande muralha de gelo, que eu mesmo construi anos atrás... Toco sua face gelada, e consigo ainda sentir os entalhes das palavras que um dia eu fiz aqui. Palavras as quais, não consigo ler, e nem me recordo de como eram... Mas lembro que fora erguida, uma outra vez que cai nesses domínios. Olhando por ela, vejo que uma parte fora destruída, provavelmente por ali, foi aonde falhei, aonde deixei que &lt;em&gt;aquela menina&lt;/em&gt; se tornasse tão importante pra mim. Cigarros, bebidas e dor... É o que me sobrou.&lt;br /&gt;Voltei ao meu circulo vicioso, o qual eu me torno exatamente como meus vícios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desnecessários e destrutivos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuando lutando, dia após dia, para vencer, e conseguir sobreviver a essa batalha, contra uma parte de mim, que teima em continuar a acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Blinded by fear of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Betrayed by sunrise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentando não mais, querer...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I sit in my room, today&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Winter's here&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In summer's season&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Shall I say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If I'm right&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Farewell to my final hope&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-6649943902014970444?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6649943902014970444/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/bright-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6649943902014970444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6649943902014970444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/bright-eyes.html' title='Bright Eyes'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-5055908836900799562</id><published>2008-04-01T20:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T21:02:31.213-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 30: . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well as for now &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm gonna hear the saddest songs&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;And sit alone and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;How you're making out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but as for me, I wish that I was anywhere, with anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Making out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bem, ao menos o que me deixava preocupado não era nada demais...&lt;br /&gt;Mas mesmo assim, sei lá, foi uma situação bem estranha. O que houve foi estranho, não sei como explicar, só que foi foda conseguir descançar. Coisa que vou tentar fazer agora...&lt;br /&gt;E acho que já tá na hora de eu parar de contar os dias, ou contar outro tipo de datas, tipo.. dias de porre ou coisas do tipo. ah, ai são 5 x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bebendo, fumando e estudando...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;É, eu tenho que arrumar mais coisas pra passar o tempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-5055908836900799562?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5055908836900799562/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-30.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5055908836900799562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5055908836900799562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/04/day-30.html' title='Day 30: . . .'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-557827004456169487</id><published>2008-04-01T01:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T01:29:37.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 29: Worried Mind</title><content type='html'>O que será que esta acontecendo fora dessas terras estranhas? Sento-me &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;embaixo&lt;/span&gt; de uma árvore e observo as páginas desse livro, ainda vazias... O que vou escrever? O que devo escrever? O que está acontecendo fora de minha loucura? Como ela está?&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o vento contra a face, carregando o cheiro de meus vícios... Observo, tentado o céu, apenas azul sem nenhuma nuvem ou nada em sua infinita presença.&lt;br /&gt;Olho ao redor, procurando outros caminhando por tão estranha terra... Nada, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ninguém&lt;/span&gt;... Minha prisão, minha loucura, é uma cela apenas para mim. Um refúgio só pra mim...&lt;br /&gt;Mas, por que fico querendo saber do lado de fora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Preocupado demais pra escrever algo interessante, ou não, aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-557827004456169487?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/557827004456169487/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-29-worried-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/557827004456169487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/557827004456169487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-29-worried-mind.html' title='Day 29: Worried Mind'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1821525598900821017</id><published>2008-03-31T00:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T00:51:34.780-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mestre x Padawan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;«×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:28):&lt;br /&gt;tá em terreno seguro? x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:28):&lt;br /&gt;ah sim sim...&lt;br /&gt;pelo menos ateah agora...&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;mas eu tinha algumas duvidas...=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:28):&lt;br /&gt;eh q fiquei sabendo da história das muieres da faculdade u.u&lt;br /&gt;e que vc tava querendo pular fora x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:29):&lt;br /&gt;td eah possibilidade...^^&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:29):&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;ñ cometa o erro dos outros padawan&lt;br /&gt;resolva uma história antes de começar outra x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:30):&lt;br /&gt;xDD....&lt;br /&gt;sim sim...mas isso eah uma idéia mmmmmmmt vaga...=D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:31):&lt;br /&gt;ñ deixe se tornar uma idéia... termine um livro antes de escrever o próximo x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:32):&lt;br /&gt;xDD...&lt;br /&gt;verdade....&lt;br /&gt;eu nem vou errar...mas eu tava meio assim pq tah difícil...&lt;br /&gt;sofro mt...&lt;br /&gt;tah td mt longe...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu naum vou desistir pq eah difícil...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:34):&lt;br /&gt;bixo eu to mal hoje, por não ter oq ue eu nem pude tocar, e beeeeeeeeem longe...&lt;br /&gt;então nao me venha com dificuldades por estar longe... Padawan, estar perto não é fisico, é estar do lado de dentro... na alma... aquecendo ela.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:35):&lt;br /&gt;xDD...essas palavras q eu precisava...^^&lt;br /&gt;tava me distanciando dos meus objetivos...&lt;br /&gt;tava ateah começando a fumar...&lt;br /&gt;=/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:36):&lt;br /&gt;então para de se preocupar x)&lt;br /&gt;eu ñ desisti do que eu quero hehe...&lt;br /&gt;eu simplesmente fui obrigado a adiar...&lt;br /&gt;eu to fumando pra caralho, pq se eu num fumar faço merda...&lt;br /&gt;ou termino essa merda toda fazendo uma merda das grandes, ou me torno como o resto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[M.A.W.]Malks2Mila...Malk 1 x 4 Vícios diz (00:38):&lt;br /&gt;Problemas saum difíceis de encarar...acho q era por isso q eu queria desistir...&lt;br /&gt;to começando a admitir q sou fraco..=/&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;      «×   ى - Reborn    Ser o único homem em uma casa com 3 mulheres e uma gata, é osso x~×»     diz (00:38):&lt;br /&gt;leu a biografia?&lt;br /&gt;todos fraquejam...&lt;br /&gt;porem SER fraco, não é ñ fraquejar...&lt;br /&gt;é se levantar depois que deu de cara na lama x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Conversa deveras interessante que tive com meu jovem 'padawan'...&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de mais palavras x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bêbado, indo se retirar para sua querida caminha ^~&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1821525598900821017?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1821525598900821017/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mestre-x-padawan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1821525598900821017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1821525598900821017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mestre-x-padawan.html' title='Mestre x Padawan'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6303788732515300893</id><published>2008-03-30T06:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T07:03:27.829-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 27: Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;[&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Fear&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt;'&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;re&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;afraid&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;she&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;might&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;turn&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;All&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;hopes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;dashed&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Nobody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;loved&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;nobody&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Why&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;should&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;even&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;try&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;still&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 dias sem meu vício favorito... É, eu consigo resistir bem a abstinência.&lt;br /&gt;Antes de olhar ao mundo ao meu redor, esse mundo louco que caminho agora, paro e olho para mim mesmo... Sabe aqueles desenhos antigos, que os personagens tinham miniaturas dele mesmo sobre os ombros, bem e mal? Isso não funciona aqui direito...&lt;br /&gt;Se eu for ver tudo que está, voando ao lado de minha cabeça... encontro: Orgulho, Medo, Angústia, Solidão, Indecisão, Mágoa, e muitas outras coisas, que eu não consigo identificar agora.&lt;br /&gt;Talvez mais tarde eu consiga escrever mais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com uma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;puta&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;insônia&lt;/span&gt;, mas vai tentar dormir outra vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-6303788732515300893?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6303788732515300893/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-27-solitude.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6303788732515300893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6303788732515300893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-27-solitude.html' title='Day 27: Solitude'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-2152025350116037257</id><published>2008-03-28T20:53:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:55:56.515-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bônus</title><content type='html'>Ah! andando por aqui vi uma trupe fazendo um barulhinho.. e parei pra ouvir... xP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJKwG5Frsuk&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YJKwG5Frsuk&amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;color2=0x999999&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-2152025350116037257?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/2152025350116037257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/bnus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2152025350116037257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/2152025350116037257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/bnus.html' title='Bônus'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-8345102079829712634</id><published>2008-03-28T20:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T20:45:21.933-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Caido nos dominios de Delirium</title><content type='html'>Certo, novas terras, novo livro, novas experiencias. Lugar estranho esse que estou agora, peixes voando e plantas realmente estranhas. Estou nas terras de Delirium. E sabe, não é tão ruim assim. É mais ou menos estar ouvindo &lt;em&gt;The Doors&lt;/em&gt; acompanhado de &lt;em&gt;LSD&lt;/em&gt; sem precisar de nenhum deles. Já fazer parte disso... Confuso? Talvez... na verdade, muito...&lt;br /&gt;Vejo dados e cartas espalhadas por aqui, artistas e vagabundos... Alguns me olham com curiosidade, outros com desdém.&lt;br /&gt;É as coisas são diferentes nas terras de Delirium... Continuo caminhando por essas ruas tão caóticas, vendo escadarias indo a lugar algum, a instalibidade das cores nos prédios...&lt;br /&gt;Será que enlouqueci?&lt;br /&gt;Dados... cartas... "sorte no jogo, azar no amor?" Deveria ser, talvez pudesse ser, mas testes anteriores mostram que to azarado em tudo, mas será mesmo azar? Ou eu que quis ver assim?&lt;br /&gt;É vejo que andar sozinho por terras tão estranhas, vão me fazer pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até os próximos devaneios x)&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Smoke the day's second cigarette, goin to drink, after finish to eat my 'pastel' XD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-8345102079829712634?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/8345102079829712634/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/caido-nos-dominios-de-delirium.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/8345102079829712634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/8345102079829712634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/caido-nos-dominios-de-delirium.html' title='Caido nos dominios de Delirium'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6570985986861928577</id><published>2008-03-28T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T19:32:20.479-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Mudanças x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jfnRrvvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVqsLRgvDlw/s1600-h/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182908140943556338" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 217px" height="277" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jfnRrvvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVqsLRgvDlw/s400/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg" width="186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Bem, esse bardo bêbado e desvirtuador esta começando a mudar as coisas, e por aqui também! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os dominíos de Delirium são deveras divertido, e alguns ainda vão me acompanhar por minhas andanças lá!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas antes de começar, uma 'brinquedo' de minha querida dama, Delirium, e seu irmão... Desejo. Aqui em cima ó /\ /\(clica na imagem que ela cresce xP)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jC3RrvuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/43qnMvd1l5k/s1600-h/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jC3RrvuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/43qnMvd1l5k/s1600-h/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, alguém me explica, é Desejo ou o David Bowie? xP&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tentando mudar o layout aqui do blog heh x)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jC3RrvuI/AAAAAAAAAA0/43qnMvd1l5k/s1600-h/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&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/3591369993931434794-6570985986861928577?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6570985986861928577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mudanas-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6570985986861928577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6570985986861928577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mudanas-x.html' title='Mudanças x)'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Q6ZvHQD4O3I/R-1jfnRrvvI/AAAAAAAAAA8/KVqsLRgvDlw/s72-c/sandman_dc_direct-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1081368386837930000</id><published>2008-03-25T16:56:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T17:04:10.659-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The battle rages on</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Been so many words so much to say&lt;br /&gt;Words are not enough to keep the guns at bay&lt;br /&gt;Some live in fear some do not&lt;br /&gt;Some gamble everything on who gets the final shot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh don't talk to me of love&lt;br /&gt;It's obvious it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Annihilation kill them all&lt;br /&gt;Capitulation watch the mighty fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road to glory is lined in red&lt;br /&gt;And though the reason now is gone&lt;br /&gt;The battle rages on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Was it love or hate that got here first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hate's a habit it's hard to shake the curse&lt;br /&gt;Kill to live and live to die&lt;br /&gt;Human nature you let the strong survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh don't talk to me of love&lt;br /&gt;Be serious it's not enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation kill them all&lt;br /&gt;Capitulation watch the mighty fall&lt;br /&gt;The road to glory is lined in red&lt;br /&gt;And trough the reason now is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The battle rages on&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heh... sabe aquela calmaria antes de começar uma puta tempestade? x)&lt;br /&gt;Já sinto o aroma do caos, meus pelos já começam a se eriçar...&lt;br /&gt;E pelo que parece, não vou ser o único a ficar mal pelo mesmo motivo heh...&lt;br /&gt;E já presinto o leve prazer que vou sentir com isso... Tenho que comprar as pipocas e assistir o show das sombras x)&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo, os céus são justos. E tá chegando o 'payback'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Back into the game of life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1081368386837930000?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1081368386837930000/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-rages-on.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1081368386837930000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1081368386837930000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/battle-rages-on.html' title='The battle rages on'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-5958422397975897821</id><published>2008-03-24T01:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T02:06:48.706-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agradecimentos x)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Shed a tear 'cause I'm missin' you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     I'm still alright to smile &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Girl, I think about you every day now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Was a time when I wasn't sure &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     But you set my mind at ease &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     There is no doubt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     You're in my heart now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said, woman, take it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     It'll work itself out fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     All we need is just a little patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Said, sugar, make it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     And we come together fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     All we need is just a little patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     (patience) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Mm, yeah &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I sit here on the stairs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     'Cause I'd rather be alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     If I can't have you right now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I'll wait, dear &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Sometimes I get so tense &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     But I can't speed up the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     But you know, love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     There's one more thing to consider &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Said, woman, take it slow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     And things will be just fine &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     You and I'll just use a little patience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Said, sugar, take the time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     'Cause the lights are shining bright &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     You and I've got what it takes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     To make it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     We won't fake it, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     I'll never break it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;     'Cause I can't take it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;...little patience, mm yeah, mm yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    need a little patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    just a little patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    some what patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    need some patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    could use some patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    gotta have some patience, yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    all it takes is patience,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    just a little patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    is all you need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I been walkin' the streets at night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Just tryin' to get it right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Hard to see with so many around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    You know I don't like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    Being stuck in the crowd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    And the streets don't change&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;    But baby the name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    I ain't got time for the games&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    'Cause I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Yeah, yeah, why I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Oo, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Whoa, I need you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Oo, all this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To escrevendo isso, pra agradecer a todos que estão me ajudando nesse momento que eu passo...&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que tentam me animar,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que me arrastam pra fora de casa, pra que eu ao menos pareça estar forte,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que mandam em me foder por estar triste assim, e por chorar,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que me fazem passar raiva, afinal, desconto nelas,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas que querem me ver bem denovo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos vocês, que gastam um pouco de suas forças, para me dar forças...&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu vença isso que passo agora...&lt;br /&gt;Pois, as minhas forças, já se esgotaram.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s Sam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aquele que nunca esquece, o que fazem de bom por ele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-5958422397975897821?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5958422397975897821/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/agradecimentos-x.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5958422397975897821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5958422397975897821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/agradecimentos-x.html' title='Agradecimentos x)'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-5472553275436637926</id><published>2008-03-21T14:16:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-21T14:29:32.055-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Primeiros passos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're poison running through my veins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You're poison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I don't wanna break these chains. Poison...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E cá estou, caminhando tranquilo, com a mente ainda um tanto perdida e confusa... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso que dá pensar em um fantasma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela não é um fantasma ¬¬&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como não? Ela mesma diz que não existe?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem vem... sem discussões internas hoje... Cabeça ta doendo demais pra isso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baladinha punk foda ontem... algumas Heineken, tequila, fada verde... Ramones, Clash, Pixies... é uma boa lista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E uma puta ressaca agora, não é garoto?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey ¬¬... Nham... quisera eu conseguir fazer como ela, desprender-me fácil, conseguir seguir... Porra tava cheia de punkzinha gata lá x) Mas se eu fizesse isso, provavelmente só ia piorar as coisas pra mim... Comigo mesmo. Eu não sou assim, e não vou ficar assim só por ser mais 'cômodo'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas a ressaca ta boa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porra, até parece que tu nunca sentiu uma ressaca... bleh.&lt;br /&gt;Sei lá, nem tenho muito a escrever, nem sei por que estou escrevendo... Segui a tradição, e só pra variar, quando o vazio apertou, adivinha pra onde eu corri? Pro cantinho que eu sempre corria na minha mente, onde eu tinha &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; como uma imagem acolhedora. Bem, nem preciso dizer que não foi uma boa idéia, né? x) Acreditei tanto que algo iria acontecer, que até troquei a musica do celular, e bem, o resultado é óbvio. Cara na parede denovo x)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não postar até la, Feliz Pascoa pra quem lê isso. Muito chocolate, de preferência, sobre o corpo de quem você quer x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Vivendo e me fodendo... Mas porra, mesmo assim me divertindo!"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/3591369993931434794-5472553275436637926?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/5472553275436637926/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/primeiros-passos.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5472553275436637926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/5472553275436637926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/primeiros-passos.html' title='Primeiros passos...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1870673834898444578</id><published>2008-03-18T00:27:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T00:46:24.630-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Scriptum</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;1 Porção de verdade crua...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Não, não tem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hmm.. nah, não quero esse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Monte de mentiras bem temperadas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim! Ela finalmente disse a verdade, e eu não poderia deixar de incluir o efeito disso nesses textos.&lt;br /&gt;Doeu... e doeu MUITO, saber que não era suficiente... Mas ao menos, curou, a ferro-quente, todas as feridas abertas que ainda estavam graças as duvidas... "será que estou vendo demais?" "será que foi algo que fiz que culminou nisso?" "será que era apenas uma brincadeira dela, pra ver minha reação?"&lt;br /&gt;Todas essas duvidas foram mortas, com simples palavras, que eu esperava ser importante o suficiente pra saber delas antes.&lt;br /&gt;Bem, se vermos a cronologia de fatos passados, minha importância não era tanto assim quanto eu imaginava... "Ah... &lt;strong&gt;ELE&lt;/strong&gt; gosta de mim..."&lt;br /&gt;Feridas cicatrizadas, e com esse frio que esta desse lado, bem não causará efeitos colaterais tão cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Tempo pra pensar? Bem... acho que ela realmente não precisa. E não vou mudar o que sou pra afetar as decisões dela. Se ela quer pensar, e decidir o que ela quer, vai ser vendo o que sempre fui.&lt;br /&gt;Musica do celular.... ah isso sim é um grande problema! Todas as poucas vezes que isso tocava, eu saia correndo, na esperança de ver um nome na tela... "Bem, não é ela denovo.... 'Que 'ce quer?'" Já resolvi esse problema também, coloquei uma musica diferente, e mais apropriada pro momento.... &lt;em&gt;"Shot throught the heart, and your to blame. Darling, you give love, a bad name."&lt;/em&gt; Propicia não?&lt;br /&gt;História acabada, sinto que não há mais nada pra ser escrito aqui... Sei que, guardarei esse livro, em lugar separado de todos os outros, devido a importância que essa história, sempre terá pra mim.&lt;br /&gt;A parte estranha... é que o livro, ainda tem uma página em branco... Será que ainda irei voltar a escreve-lo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"The best laid plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;come apart at the seams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and shatter all my dreams"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Sozinho contra o mundo, a carregar um novo livro embaixo dos braços, paginas em branco, pronto pra escrever sua próxima história.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;PS: (Pô, PS num PS? isso é sacanagem...) Para os que não entenderam o que ela é pra mim... Apenas algo...&lt;br /&gt;Ela era tudo... Ela era nada... É difícil simplesmente classificar com exatidão, o que significa exatamente (redundância ¬¬) o que eu sonhava.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1870673834898444578?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1870673834898444578/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-scriptum.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1870673834898444578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1870673834898444578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/post-scriptum.html' title='Post Scriptum'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6356122063644161499</id><published>2008-03-15T11:43:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T12:29:36.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Over.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;And it's another rainy night,&lt;br /&gt;without you.&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'll leave the light on for you.&lt;br /&gt;It's another rainy night, without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É... finalmente algo foi definido.&lt;br /&gt;Chances existiram, meu orgulho era uma lenda nessa ultima semana... Ignorei minha magoa só pra dar chances a ela de tentar concertar isso... Mas ela não quis aproveitar.&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo entender porque é tão difícil falar uma simples verdade, na verdade eu consigo, só não queria acreditar... Porra, iria ter resolvido tudo. Poderíamos ter resolvido tudo... Agora não sei mais, pois não vou tentar resolver nada...&lt;br /&gt;Vou sentir falta de tudo.. De cada vez que me deixou surpreso, extasiado...De ver você brincando com seu guiso de gatinho que o Sat te deu, ou de você tentando rodar as baquetas... De você deslizando pela sala na cadeira pra andar o mínimo possível... De quando eu só pensava em ficar perto de você... e de que eu faria tudo pra abrir os olhos vendo você. De como você me levava do céu ao inferno em segundos... De como eu esperava você me ligar no celular pra me acordar pela manhã (coisa que eu sempre odiei, antes de você kkk).&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso ta guardado, aonde deve ficar, aonde não vai me causar problemas...&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo congelado, ele ainda pulsa... num ritmo fraco... Não terei o que tanto quero, mas ao menos... Vou continuar jogando... Vou continuar vivo, e isso é bem difícil de fazer, principalmente depois de ter até, esquecido as regras desse jogo...&lt;br /&gt;E hoje ta chovendo... como foi antes de ontem e nos outros dias... Ontem, como parte da minha fé, você transformou em esperança... não choveu, só estava frio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;########## #######  &lt;&lt;&lt;--- Informação desnecessária, mas que eu ainda quero incluir... Eu sei o que esta ai, e é o suficiente heeh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;Fique bem. Estarei por ai, em algum lugar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I got that silver blade and remove my Icy Heart from my chest, just to watch how it will stop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;I embrace you, accept my soul. I shall make my life subodinate to you, Morrigan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-6356122063644161499?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6356122063644161499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/game-over.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6356122063644161499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6356122063644161499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/game-over.html' title='Game Over.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-56180128444062527</id><published>2008-03-11T23:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T23:45:20.306-03:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;O garoto não está aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Chegou a hora de conversa de adulto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu to de SACO CHEIO de ver isso... O garoto diz que quer algo, ela diz que quer o mesmo... Mas eles não se resolvem. Os dois lados continuam se mascarando. Na verdade o garoto precisa se lembrar o que é "mascarar"... Fala demais... Tá, ele sempre falou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tive que passar o dia todo ouvindo musiquinha melo-dramática, por que o garoto queria ouvir. E por sinal eu to cantarolando em algum canto aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele quer, mas deu uma condição... por que ela simplesmente não cumpre essa condição E resolve essa merda toda e ME dá menos dor de cabeça?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Certo, assumo que essa 'menina' como ele a chama, trouxe benefícios... Os olhos dele não são mais vazios, porém perderam o brilho de dias atrás...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Além de tudo tenho que segurar esse garoto, de correr atrás de coisas que vão fazer mal a ele... Os 'braços do dragão' não vão resolver nada... Vocês são tão patéticos pfff...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ele quer respostas, quer que o tempo resolva, quer voltar a acreditar, quer, como ele mesmo diz, aquele 'calor na alma' que ele sentia... seja lá o que isso signifique.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu só sei que quero que isso se resolva... Já ta me dando dor de cabeça.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não preciso assinar. Sabem quem sou.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-56180128444062527?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/56180128444062527/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/56180128444062527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/56180128444062527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1940871286193948805</id><published>2008-03-10T23:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T23:17:36.049-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais uma letra x)</title><content type='html'>Momento musical heh...&lt;br /&gt;2 musiquinhas bonitinhas apropriadas pro momento em questão...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe que cair nos reinos de Morpheus ajuda tanto a voltar ao equilibrio heh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know there's something in the wake of your smile.&lt;br /&gt;I get a notion from&lt;br /&gt;the look in your eyes, yea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You've built a love but that love falls&lt;br /&gt;apart.&lt;br /&gt;Your little piece of heaven turns too dark&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Listen to your heart when he's calling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Listen to your&lt;br /&gt;heart there's nothing else you can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I don't know where you're&lt;br /&gt;going&lt;br /&gt;and I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;but listen to your heart before you tell him&lt;br /&gt;goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes you wonder if this fight is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;The&lt;br /&gt;precious moments are all lost in the tide, yea.&lt;br /&gt;They're swept away and&lt;br /&gt;nothing is what is seems,&lt;br /&gt;the feeling of belonging to your dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;chorus&lt;br /&gt;And there are voices that want to be heard.&lt;br /&gt;So much&lt;br /&gt;to mention but you can't find the words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The scent of magic, the&lt;br /&gt;beauty that's been when love&lt;br /&gt;was wilder than the wind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;I feel a shot right through into a bolt of blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no problem of mine but it's a problem I find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Living a life that I can't leave behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There's no sense in telling me&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of a fool won't set you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But that's the way that it goes&lt;br /&gt;And it's what nobody knows&lt;br /&gt;And every day my confusion grows&lt;br /&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I feel fine and I feel good&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like I never should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whenever I get this way, I just don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be ourselves like we were yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm &lt;/strong&gt;not sure what this could mean&lt;br /&gt;I don't think you're what you seem&lt;br /&gt;I do admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;That if I hurt someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I'll never see&lt;br /&gt;just what we're meant to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Every time I see you falling&lt;br /&gt;I get down on my knees and pray&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for that final moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say the words that I can't say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Trilhando meu caminho, pra voltar mais puro do céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1940871286193948805?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1940871286193948805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uma-letra-x.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1940871286193948805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1940871286193948805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mais-uma-letra-x.html' title='Mais uma letra x)'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-4699055106581477395</id><published>2008-03-10T15:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T16:14:23.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Will I fall to the Arms of the Dragon?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is a razor, and I walked the line on that silver blade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slept in the dust with his daughter&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes red with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;slaughter of innocense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I will pray for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will call her name out loud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I still bleeding for her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If I could only see her now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Duvidas, duvidas, duvidas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mas não era isso que queria meu caro?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Claro que não!!! As duvidas que me fizeram chegar a esse ponto... Perdido, sem saber para onde caminhar... Movido pelos vícios, esquecido pelas virtudes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não é perfeito, meu amigo... Sabe disso... és humano, assim como o que tanto busca... Por que se preocupar... Entre no jogo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Algumas coisas, eu não aceito que sejam feitas de um jogo, e essa é uma delas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Então termine contudo, garoto... Você conhece muito bem esse caminho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Use esse papo com outro, comigo não vai funcionar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não? então por que quer tanto cair nos braços do dragão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Esquecer... Ficar sem pensar... em nada... não fugir... simplesmente, desligar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Você tem suas mascaras, sempre usou-as... já esqueceu delas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Mascarar como estou não vai me ajudar, apenas vou esconder dos outros... Não preciso esconder dos outros isso.... Preciso tirar isso da mente... tirar &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ela&lt;/span&gt; da mente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vocês e seus sentimentos, tsc tsc.. ainda não vê como isso é destrutivo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Menos do que não sentir nada... experiência própria...&lt;br /&gt;Sabe, quase eu perdi a incerteza por um momento... Palavras bem utilizadas, no momento que você menos espera, causam efeitos devastadores... Quase cai novamente, aos joelhos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Como sempre fez... Ia baixar a cabeça também?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Sabe que é o que quero, mas quero de verdade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;E ainda acredita nisso? Ainda acredita que vai conseguir isso? Tsc... continuas um tolo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tenho fé, saberia como estou se tivesse isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Ainda bem que não veio me dizer que tem esperanças, por que, alem de ser um tolo, seria um fraco... Sabe bem como funciona essa coisa de esperança, não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pera um pouco ¬¬ Eu já tenho meus tormentos próprios, tu não precisa ajudar a piorar...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o meu trabalho amigo... Ou acha que tudo que tenho que fazer é ser uma 'babá'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Trabalho, Desígnio dos Céus, e toda essa coisa ta me cansando sabia? u.ú...&lt;br /&gt;Indiferente... Mais coisas escritas aqui para quem quiser ler... Peso a menos em meus ombros, isso é interessante...&lt;br /&gt;Porém não sei se vou resistir, se tiver chances de cair nos braços do dragão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;É garoto... veremos então... O que você pode fazer? hmmm... bem.... Tempo... Ele sabe o que faz, reconhece isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Agora de um salafrário que estava me testando vai querer me ajudar... Ta... bem... você tá certo apesar de tudo... Tempo... é tudo que posso fazer... Seguir meu caminho e esperar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Não esquece garoto... Se o que tu quer é pra ser teu, é pra ser SÓ teu. Sem tangentes, sem nada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até a próxima noite meu amigo... até o próximo sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;Will I resist to temptation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Circle of fire, my baptism of joy at an end it seems&lt;br /&gt;The seventh lamb slain the book of life opens before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I will pray for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Some day you may return&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you cry for me&lt;br /&gt;Beyond is where we learn&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-4699055106581477395?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4699055106581477395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-i-fall-to-arms-of-dragon.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4699055106581477395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4699055106581477395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/will-i-fall-to-arms-of-dragon.html' title='Will I fall to the Arms of the Dragon?'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1050370312568010998</id><published>2008-03-09T21:10:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:11:29.899-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas o problema era...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Que minha menina, não era minha.... E sim de todos que ela quisesse ser chamada por "minha".&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1050370312568010998?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1050370312568010998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-o-problema-era.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1050370312568010998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1050370312568010998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/mas-o-problema-era.html' title='Mas o problema era...'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-4706832586583913811</id><published>2008-03-09T12:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:50:14.335-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Can ya leave my mind, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;"I'm giving up the ghost of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;And a shadow is cast on devotion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;She is the one that I adore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Queen of my silent suffocation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Break this bittersweet spell on me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Lost in the arms of destiny"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias difíceis... Pensava que seriam fáceis, mas não estão sendo... Esse 'espaço' vago que tu deixou incomoda demais. Facilitaria bastante se eu conseguisse, te odiar.&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ficar sem pensar em você por momentos, mas quando você volta a minha mente, volta fudendo com tudo... &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Mas eu sou forte, tenho que parecer forte, e não posso deixar isso transparecer pros outros.&lt;/span&gt; Ser assim é difícil. Mas é o Desígnio dos Céus, e ao menos isso eu sei fazer direito.&lt;br /&gt;Tu aparecer foi estranho... como você abalou minhas estruturas, o que você causou... Os sonhos, desejos, delírios, desesperos, estar novamente vivo... Estar nas paginas, mesmo que poucas, de meu Destino. Mas ai Destruição viu, sabia o que tinha que fazer, e esse é outro que sabe fazer direito o que precisa x)&lt;br /&gt;Fui forjado, por 2 donzelas... a Donzela de Ferro aos 15 anos, que fez eu tornar o que sou hoje x) (sonhador e doido já é da minha própria natureza.) E agora, por uma jovem donzela... que carrega um doce veneno, que me vez viver denovo. É sinto falta disso também.. desse doce veneno, mas isso é outra história... Ou não? Sei lá... Heh&lt;br /&gt;Eu não queria que você se fosse, mas foi, em algum momento eu teria que ver... Algo fora do meu poder... mas agora, dá pra sair da minha mente? Ou vou ter que acabar apelando mesmo pra tarja preta? Tranca bem e não apague as luzes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Hoje tu não é mais um anjo que iluminava meu caminho... é um fantasma que o assombra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sentindo falta até de dormir já pensando em quando o celular vai tocar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-4706832586583913811?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/4706832586583913811/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-ya-leave-my-mind-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4706832586583913811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/4706832586583913811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/can-ya-leave-my-mind-please.html' title='Can ya leave my mind, please?'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-6511820244994098836</id><published>2008-03-07T13:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:47:36.539-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Certeza? Isso é coisa de idiota.</title><content type='html'>Heh, hora de verdades universais...&lt;br /&gt;Tipo, quando você acha que encontrou o que tanto desejava, conselho de amigo, te prepara meu, porque vai chover merda...&lt;br /&gt;É aquela teoria básica. &lt;em&gt;Homem + Mulher = Problemas.&lt;/em&gt; E quanto melhor a mulher mais problemas então.&lt;br /&gt;E então, quando você se permite cair no jogo dela? Fudeu 'mermão'. Ela vai brincar, espetar, fazer vodoo, dança da chuva e tudo mais, claro em cima de você e do teu sentimento. Simples assim... Mulher gosta de sentir esse gostinho, gosta de ter poder.&lt;br /&gt;Se você confia nela? Ahh... ai fode de vez! Ela vai se sentir menosprezada e dar corda pra qualquer elemento do sexo oposto. E na cara dura... Ela vai fazer com que você saiba, e depois falar? &lt;em&gt;'Do que você tá falando hein? Você que tem outras'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Procurar perfeição? Pfff outro erro. Isso não existe, você sempre vai achar que encontrou, mas quanto mais perto que você fica, mais você vê como as coisas realmente são... e ai camarada, que tudo desanda, dói, e pra variar, tu se fode.&lt;br /&gt;Um camarada me disse, no show do Maiden algo que, é a pura verdade: &lt;em&gt;'Bixo, mulher é igual sombra... corre atrás dela que ela corre de você. Mas vira de costas e segue teu rumo pra ver se ela não vai seguir?'&lt;/em&gt; Não que eu queira que ela me siga, afinal de contas, ela conseguiu de tão modo tentar me prender na forca que ela criou, que AINDA BEM eu vi antes de estar no meu pescoço. Pois ai, a merda que ia espalhar, ia ser o que sobrasse de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, okay... mulheres também não são monstros. Mas assim como elas sabem muito bem o que fazer pra te fazer sentir bem, intonação de voz, atitudes, gestos... Elas sabem muito melhor como acabar contigo. Ela me lembrou coisas boas, que eu já tinha esquecido faz muito tempo... E também fez eu parar de fumar por um bom tempo, e parar com meus cortes. Cigarro voltou, preciso fazer algo pra tentar continuar são. Só a vodka não ajuda. Os cortes, bem... Vi como eles eram inúteis. Cortes de verdade não são na pele, são bem mais profundos. Dentro da sua alma, esses nunca vão sair.&lt;br /&gt;Mas... seguir a vida, continuar caminhando pelo mundo de imperfeições...&lt;br /&gt;Como canta Bon Jovi:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Shot thought the heart&lt;br /&gt;you're the one to blame&lt;br /&gt;Darling, you give love a bad name"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho a impressão que esse também já se fodeu pra caralho x) (Mesmo sendo um rock star euahuahe x))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certeza sobre mulheres? Bixo, isso é coisa de idiota x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[]'s&lt;br /&gt;Sam, bêbado, perdido, parecendo uma chaminé, mas que não vai parar de caminhar x) (E do jeito que eu sou idiota... acho que essa história ainda não acaba.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pô! Esqueci das vantagens. Eu criei grilhões, pra me prender a ela. Escolha MINHA. Só que vi que a corrente não tava presa a lugar nenhum e eu tava carregando peso demais. To melhorando aos poucos... Ao menos, não to mais pensando, querendo e sonhando com ela o tempo todo... A magoa? Ah.. cicatriza rápido. Vodka ajuda x)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-6511820244994098836?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/6511820244994098836/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/certeza-isso-coisa-de-idiota.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6511820244994098836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/6511820244994098836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/certeza-isso-coisa-de-idiota.html' title='Certeza? Isso é coisa de idiota.'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-1797494036214211167</id><published>2008-03-01T15:25:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:26:51.405-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 11 - Love</title><content type='html'>Som simplesmente foda que o Marcelo me mandou.. e esse som não podia ficar longe dessa mente doida que aqui tenta descrever qualquer coisa x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Day 11 - Love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;Friday night, I had a few&lt;br /&gt;There she was, out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Thunderstruck, nailed to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk…anymore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: &lt;br /&gt;Of all these guys it’s you she desires&lt;br /&gt;Secretly her heart is on fire&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to ask her to dance&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead, make your move…now’s your chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS] Passion: &lt;br /&gt;Do it right, do it right, we ain’t got all night &lt;br /&gt;Do it now, do it now, I think you know how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride: &lt;br /&gt;Let it out, let it out, now don’t mess about &lt;br /&gt;Let her in, let her in, let the party begin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me:&lt;br /&gt;There I was, nervous and shy&lt;br /&gt;Struck with awe as I caught her eye&lt;br /&gt;I mustered up courage and walked her way&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out what to do…what to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love: &lt;br /&gt;Her heart sings as she sees you come near&lt;br /&gt;The music fades, the crowd disappears&lt;br /&gt;She weeps in silence as you pass her by&lt;br /&gt;And she’s wondering why…oh why`&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: Passion and Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agony: &lt;br /&gt;Remember your father, well you’re just like him&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but violence and fury within&lt;br /&gt;Remember your mother, so lonely and sad&lt;br /&gt;This will be her fate if you treat her as bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear: &lt;br /&gt;You’re afraid she might turn you down&lt;br /&gt;All your hopes, dashed to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Nobody loved you, nobody will&lt;br /&gt;Why should you even try…but still…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: Friday night, I had a few&lt;br /&gt;Wife: There was no need to talk&lt;br /&gt;There she was, out of the blue&lt;br /&gt;Wife: We just started to walk&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, we took the floor&lt;br /&gt;Wife: And we danced, and we danced, and we danced&lt;br /&gt;I could move, I could talk…even more… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: Passion and Pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Agony] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-1797494036214211167?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/1797494036214211167/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-11-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1797494036214211167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/1797494036214211167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/03/day-11-love.html' title='Day 11 - Love'/><author><name>Samuel Silva</name><uri>https://profiles.google.com/105624666246069596321</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-QImF-2C-Ngw/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAALE/rErnQgA6CtE/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3591369993931434794.post-9157820247507444827</id><published>2008-03-01T01:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:54:11.919-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Desafio lançado.. É desafio cumprido!</title><content type='html'>Desafiado por um livro... Vê se pode! Eu mereço uma dessas mesmo... &lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre aceito jogos. Movido ao bom e velho Purple... Viajar um pouquinho nessa mente doida que tem aqui &gt;D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um mês seria... QUALQUER UM... NÃO ME IMPORTARIA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um dia da semana seria... TODOS AQUELES QUE EU PUDESSE ACORDAR OLHANDO-A.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um número seria... 1.618&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um planeta seria... URANO... SÓ PRA ESTAR PERTO DE NETURNO =~&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma direção seria... AQUELA QUE TE TRARIA PRA MIM&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um móvel seria... HMM... HÁ! UMA CADEIRA DE PC X~ COM RODINHAS E BEM CONFORTAVEL x)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um liquido seria... "INSPIRADOR"&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um pecado seria... ALGUM QUE NÃO CONSEGUISSE TRAZER CULPA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma pedra seria... UMA PEDRA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um metal seria... FRIO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma árvore seria... MACIEIRA x)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma fruta seria... VICIANTE&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma flor seria... AQUELAS QUE VOCÊ GUARDARIA EM UM LIVRO QUANDO SECASSEM.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um clima seria... FRIO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um instrumento musical seria... BATERIA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um elemento seria... AGUA.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma cor seria... SERIA A QUE QUISESSE VER NAQUELE MOMENTO.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um animal seria... FELINO (E DOS BEM ARRISCOS)&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um som seria... ALTO, DESCONTROLADO.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma letra de música seria... ALGO QUE NÃO SAIRIA DE SUA MENTE&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma canção seria... UNICO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um estilo de musica seria... O BOM E VELHO ROCK'N'ROLL&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um perfume seria... FORTE, MAS NÃO ENJOATIVO.&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um sentimento seria... VERDADEIRO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um livro seria… DAQUELES QUE VOCE NAO FECHARIA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma comida seria… CASEIRA&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um lugar (cidade ) seria ... AGITADO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um gosto seria... AGRIDOCE&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um cheiro seria… AQUELE CHEIRINHO BOM DE MATO MOLHADO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma palavra seria… DOIDO?&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um verbo seria… LUTAR&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um objeto seria… ALGO COM SEU VALOR, MAS APENAS AOS OLHOS DE QUEM REALMENTE QUISESSE VE-LO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma roupa seria… EXATAMENTE O QUE QUERIA VESTIR&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma parte do corpo seria… LABIOS&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma expressão seria… SIMPLES&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um desenho animado seria… UM CLASSICO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse um filme seria… CHEIO DE REVIRAVOLTAS&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse forma seria… HEXAGONAL&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma estação seria… O INVERNO&lt;br /&gt;Se eu fosse uma frase seria… ALGO QUE VC NÃO CANSASSE DE OUVIR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal a falta de acento mas eu to com sono do caralho... Porra passei a madrugada vendo o Mein Kamf pra fazer relatório &gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! me falaram que eu tenho que achar 7 vit... er... passar o desafio pra 7 pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;To aceitando voluntários xD&lt;br /&gt;- Bellie (L)&lt;br /&gt;- Jô&lt;br /&gt;- Blues&lt;br /&gt;- Eliii&lt;br /&gt;- Suzana (Minha mimosa euaheuaeh \o\)&lt;br /&gt;- Rafa Beijo Lacka&lt;br /&gt;- Pri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! pra quem não entendeu a regra disso ai (meu, eu to espalhando isso?! Evento Cósmico euaheuahe...) depois do "seria..." é tua resposta pessoal x) simples non?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3591369993931434794-9157820247507444827?l=insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/feeds/9157820247507444827/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/02/desafio-lanado-desafio-cumprido.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/9157820247507444827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3591369993931434794/posts/default/9157820247507444827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://insanitydreamsx.blogspot.com/2008/02/desafio-lanado-desafio-cumprido.html' title='Desafio lançado.. 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