<?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-31817954</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:04:21.481-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...roads...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raaaaray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31817954/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raaaaray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ráááá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147599929588077123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/andre_luzzardi/soninho.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31817954.post-115700776471063195</id><published>2006-08-31T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-31T00:03:26.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nithmare</title><content type='html'>Nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The begining?&lt;br /&gt;to like...&lt;br /&gt;to love...&lt;br /&gt;to feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ending?&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;br /&gt;pain...&lt;br /&gt;absense&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate...&lt;br /&gt;for itself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to want to be different&lt;br /&gt;(to want) not to feel..&lt;br /&gt;(to want) not to like..&lt;br /&gt;to want knowledge, but to have any strength&lt;br /&gt;(to want) something different&lt;br /&gt;"to want..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to want not to want..&lt;br /&gt;questions with no answers&lt;br /&gt;ideas&lt;br /&gt;confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to want what cannot have&lt;br /&gt;to want not to want&lt;br /&gt;to want to be&lt;br /&gt;to want to live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just want to live in piece&lt;br /&gt;being able to show what I really want to&lt;br /&gt;but without hurting the others&lt;br /&gt;because what I am&lt;br /&gt;what am I?&lt;br /&gt;my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I want?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually&lt;br /&gt;I'm what I didn't want to be&lt;br /&gt;choices?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..&lt;br /&gt;what am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my nightmare&lt;br /&gt;(your nightmare)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tradução:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;inicio?&lt;br /&gt;gostar..&lt;br /&gt;amar..&lt;br /&gt;sentir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fim?&lt;br /&gt;decepção&lt;br /&gt;dor..&lt;br /&gt;ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ódio..&lt;br /&gt;por si próprio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querer ser diferente&lt;br /&gt;(querer) não sentir..&lt;br /&gt;(querer) não gostar..&lt;br /&gt;querer conhecimento, mas não ter força&lt;br /&gt;(querer) algo diferente&lt;br /&gt;"querer..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querer não querer..&lt;br /&gt;perguntas sem respostas&lt;br /&gt;ideias&lt;br /&gt;confusao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;querer o que nao se pode ter&lt;br /&gt;querer nao querer&lt;br /&gt;querer ser&lt;br /&gt;querer viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas querer viver em paz&lt;br /&gt;podendo mostrar o que realmente quero&lt;br /&gt;mas sem magoar os outros&lt;br /&gt;pois o que sou&lt;br /&gt;o que sou?&lt;br /&gt;meu pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o que quero?&lt;br /&gt;nem eu sei mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na verdade&lt;br /&gt;sou o que não queria ser&lt;br /&gt;escolha?&lt;br /&gt;não tenho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas..&lt;br /&gt;o que sou?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meu pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;(seu pesadelo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----&lt;br /&gt;uma letra aleatória que escrevi a um tmpo atrás ^^&lt;br /&gt;;@@@@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31817954-115700776471063195?l=raaaaray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raaaaray.blogspot.com/feeds/115700776471063195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=31817954&amp;postID=115700776471063195' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31817954/posts/default/115700776471063195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31817954/posts/default/115700776471063195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://raaaaray.blogspot.com/2006/08/nithmare.html' title='Nithmare'/><author><name>Ráááá...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16147599929588077123</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://br.geocities.com/andre_luzzardi/soninho.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31817954.post-115411241250635194</id><published>2006-07-28T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T11:46:52.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...my mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3467/1600/sjsrt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3467/200/sjsrt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Solidão...&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca temeu?&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca sentiu?&lt;br /&gt;quem nunca se desesperou?&lt;br /&gt;mas não há nada a fazer&lt;br /&gt;todos estao sozinhos&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tendo milhares de pessoas na volta&lt;br /&gt;muitas passam, permanecem&lt;br /&gt;vao...sim...se vão...a maioria&lt;br /&gt;amigos vao embora..&lt;br /&gt;pessoas novas aparecem&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo parece parado&lt;br /&gt;enquanto muda muita coisa&lt;br /&gt;mas o tempo não, ele não muda...continua apressado&lt;br /&gt;esta correndo, muito rápido&lt;br /&gt;e é sempre a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;esperamos...&lt;br /&gt;esperamos que chegue algo&lt;br /&gt;esperamos uma luz&lt;br /&gt;para finalmente mudar tudo&lt;br /&gt;mas esperar que luz? esperar oq? como esperar?&lt;br /&gt;não há o que esperar, não...&lt;br /&gt;há o que fazer...há o que buscar&lt;br /&gt;esperando, nunca vem...&lt;br /&gt;não chega...espera só nos atormenta&lt;br /&gt;essa espera...por algo que não chega a ti...&lt;br /&gt;não, não vem&lt;br /&gt;nada chega nos teus pés sem esforço teu...&lt;br /&gt;temos que ter força, para seguir...&lt;br /&gt;para procurar,&lt;br /&gt;sim...buscar&lt;br /&gt;lutar por aquilo que queremos, por nossos objetivos&lt;br /&gt;sempre teremos fases ruins, que farão vir pensamentos negativos&lt;br /&gt;como o de desistir...e tudo quase desabar...&lt;br /&gt;pensando que todo teu esforço pra nada serviu&lt;br /&gt;nao podemos deixar...&lt;br /&gt;nem esperar que alguém faça alguma coisa por nós...não...&lt;br /&gt;não adianta&lt;br /&gt;não existe o anjo que faz tudo por ti, mas sim os anjos que estão na tua volta te dando um pouco mais de força, ou muita...aqueles amigos que te levantam e fazem tu enxergar o quão forte és para seguir em frente...lutando...&lt;br /&gt;sim, eles existem...é só deixar eles entrarem...e aceita-los&lt;br /&gt;como eles aceitam a ti...&lt;br /&gt;eles muitas vezes fazem tu achar a força que pensaste não existir mais...&lt;br /&gt;mas ela existe, as vezes bem no fundo...&lt;br /&gt;todos ja erramos...&lt;br /&gt;errei...&lt;br /&gt;aprendi...&lt;br /&gt;mudei...&lt;br /&gt;agora sei&lt;br /&gt;e vou correr atrás...&lt;br /&gt;preciso,&lt;br /&gt;devo...&lt;br /&gt;e no fim&lt;br /&gt;vou ver que o tempo passou correndo, mas dessa vez acompanhei ele."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31817954-115411241250635194?l=raaaaray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://raaaaray.blogspot.com/feeds/115411241250635194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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