<?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-19097074</id><updated>2011-12-14T18:41:42.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As penas caiem...</title><subtitle type='html'>As penas de anjos com pena de saberem o que não sabem...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-114823968573844048</id><published>2006-05-21T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T12:28:05.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farto...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Farto de estar farto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pois fartei-me da fartura injectada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;No leito de um nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Que eu pouco reparava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ou não queria reparar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais tarde parava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ouvia e sentia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;O cheiro que vinha no ar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cheiro de medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Medo com coragem de me fazer recuar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pensar ate penso demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Recuar vem de nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perguntar-me é o meu lema&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Resposta é um jogo de palavras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palavras escondidas no nada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escondidas no meu ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso pois, se o quiserem ser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Porque ser alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alguém não vou sendo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Se vou, sou demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Simplesmente farto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mas sem coragem para me fartar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Voem...&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/19097074-114823968573844048?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/114823968573844048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=114823968573844048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114823968573844048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114823968573844048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2006/05/farto.html' title='Farto...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-114771919110465487</id><published>2006-05-15T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T11:53:11.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Preciso tanto de ti</title><content type='html'>É naqueles dias em que me sinto mais em baixo... naqueles dias em que penso que nada vale a pena... em que acordo tão triste e só me apetece chorar...&lt;br /&gt;É nesses dias que preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É naqueles momentos mais deprimentes, em que sinto que não vou aguentar... que nunca mais me erguerei.. nunca mais voltarei a ser a mesma...&lt;br /&gt;É nesses momentos que preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É naquelas horas, em que me sento em casa a lêr um livro ou a olhar para um ecrã e passado um tempo não recordo nada do que vi ou li, pois a melancolia é tanta... a solidão é tao grande...&lt;br /&gt;É nessas horas que preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É quando tenho aqueles sentimentos tão tristes, tão sós... em que só um abraço! aquele abraço... o abraço que só tu sabes dar...&lt;br /&gt;É desse teu abraço que eu preciso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais que todo o mundo me apoie... por mais que todos á minha volta me abraçem ou estejam comigo 24/24... nada, mas nada me faz levantar a moral.. nada me faz sentir viva de novo...&lt;br /&gt;É aí que eu preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por mais pessoas que me adoram e que me rodeiem... por mais pessoas que tentem me animar... ninguém consegue...&lt;br /&gt;É então que preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não consigo esquecer aquele teu abraço... aquele momento em que senti que alguém me percebia... que alguém realmente sabia o que eu sinto e me entendia a um nível que ninguém me conseguiu entender...E não consigo esquecer-te.&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que preciso de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por todas estas razões que te quero comigo... que preciso de ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca te terei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-114771919110465487?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/114771919110465487/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=114771919110465487&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114771919110465487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114771919110465487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2006/05/preciso-tanto-de-ti.html' title='Preciso tanto de ti'/><author><name>Ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07349420729403833148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3387/1884/1600/NI%21%21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-114720552214104302</id><published>2006-05-09T13:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T13:14:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procura, mas não encontres!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Tudo se trata de um poço de equilíbrio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;o bem e o mal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;homem e mulher,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;tudo e nada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;corpo e mente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;vida e morte...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   No fundo o nosso objectivo nesta vida presente  não passa de uma procura inesgotável do equilíbrio num mundo de pólos opostos...procura essa que nunca chega a ser finalizada, pois se fosse, toda a razão de existência chegaria ao fim...tudo seria igual...depois de tal conquista, o conhecimento...os sentimentos...a objectividade acabaria, pois já não eram necessários para rigorosamente nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Vale a pena procurar...mas nuncas tentes encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;{[aqui está mais uma teoria minha...uma maneira de pensamento...espero que comentem mais que os anteriores...e quem comenta, um grande obrigado]}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Voem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-114720552214104302?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/114720552214104302/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=114720552214104302&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114720552214104302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114720552214104302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2006/05/procura-mas-no-encontres.html' title='Procura, mas não encontres!'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-114668808355629347</id><published>2006-05-03T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T13:29:41.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escolhas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;"A vida é a arte das escolhas, dos sonhos, dos desafios e da acção" - J. A. Wanderley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Os caminhos da vida são traçados através das nossas escolhas. Bastava ter uma escolha diferente no passado  para modifiar o meu futuro...às vezes de uma forma muito distinta e irreversível...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Algumas delas provocam um arrependimento tão grande e nefasto, o nosso coração não se cansa de emitir inúmeros queixumes pela opção tomada que chegamos a desacreditar do nosso papel na vida. Também se houve dizer que tudo isso só nos faz bem e dá força para continuar, que temos de aprender com isso, que temos de ser mais do que somos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Posso dizer que teoricamente acredito nessa transformação em força, nessa aprendizagem com erros...mas na prática a vida faz sempre questão de dificultar e tenta sempre criar um certo cepticismo em relação a tudo isto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   E agora era a vez de fazer a célebre pergunta...PORQUÊ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Mas isso ficará sempre até ao fim dos dias, pois cada vez chego mais à conclusão que a vida é para ignorantes...pois quem quer saber muito arrepende-se muito...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Ao ler a frase transcrita em cima chego à conclusão que a vida é simplesmente consciente ou inconsciente construída por nós, mas também reparo que poucos sabem faze-lo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;   Eu quero faze-lo...mas saberei?...entretanto deveria aprender...deveria tentar...deveria viver...mas como disse a vida é para os ignorantes...pois só desconhecendo o que me rodeia não sinto dor de nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;{[tive uns meses de paragem neste blog...mas estou a pensar em voltar...espero que isso vos agrade]}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;Voem...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-114668808355629347?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/114668808355629347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=114668808355629347&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114668808355629347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/114668808355629347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2006/05/escolhas.html' title='Escolhas...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113542902628437905</id><published>2005-12-24T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T06:17:10.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>natal...natal...é festa de alegria...será?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/1883/1600/Imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/1883/320/Imagem.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chegou o Natal, a grande máquina publicitária que induz a grandes gastos monetários, que faz feliz muita gente e lembrar passados menos felizes a outras...e agora penso eu...será a festa da alegria ou da hipocrisia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nestes dias apelam enumeras vezes à Paz, Amor, Carinho por tudos e principalmente pelos mais desprotegidos e sós...e realmente é muito bom sentir esse espírito...mas chega ao ia 26 de Dezembro e tudo acaba, a mesma pessoa que te esbuçou um sorriso na rua a partir daí nem vai olhar para a tua cara ou fará pior...irmãos que passam meses sem se falar entres eles e com os pais por brigas insignificantes ou até por preguiça, econtram-se no natal com alegria e depois tudo volta ao mesmo desprezo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É de salientar que estou a generalizar e a utilizar exemplos fictícios...mas o que tento explicar espero que percebam... pois a duvida perssiste...alegria ou hipocrisia???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;{[Obrigado amor por 2 meses de alegria pura na minha vida...és tudo para mim...amo-te]}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113542902628437905?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113542902628437905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113542902628437905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113542902628437905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113542902628437905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/12/natalnatal-festa-de-alegriaser.html' title='natal...natal...é festa de alegria...será?'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113459384799510747</id><published>2005-12-14T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T13:09:22.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deterioração...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/1883/1600/t142289.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7584/1883/320/t142289.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meu corpo está a deterior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ar-se mental e fisicamente...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;O trabalho elaborado dentro do edifício público a quem nós chama-mos escola (ou seja lá o que isso for...) está a acabar comigo e com muitas pessoas que conheço. Tenho o corpo cheio de queixumes diários, a cabeça que não para de reclamar descanço, e muitas coisas mais... Esta semana tenho entrado na casa do senhor Fragateiro de manhã cedo...e quando saiu já caíu a noite escura e gélida... Trabalhos...testes...notas...problemas pessoais...stress...problemas dos próprios amigos...a ainda arranjar tempo para a "familia" e para a pessoa que inda faz brilhar a minha vida...o meu amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Digo que faltam 2 dias para a minha liberdade escolar...e o resto???!!...e o resto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amigos vêm-me dizer que estão canssados e desanimados e eu respondo dizendo que as férias estão a chegar e já podem descançar...digo isso porque gosto muito das pessoas e quero acreditar que isso seja verdade...mas eu proprio não acredito que isso seja possivel comigo...ocupações extra-escolares, combinações, etc...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Descanço...vem a mim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Estou com isto tudo sabendo que quando estiver descançado estarei a morrer de tédio e com vontade de voltar a tudo isto...mas o ser-humano é assim, nunca estamos bem com o que temos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas tudo bem...só quis deixar expresso o meu estado de espírito neste momento...amanha será diferente...pensso sempre assim...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fiquem bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113459384799510747?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113459384799510747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113459384799510747&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113459384799510747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113459384799510747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/12/deteriorao.html' title='Deterioração...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113354696879577467</id><published>2005-12-02T10:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T10:09:28.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Salva</title><content type='html'>Quando estava mais triste... Quando o medo invadia os meus pensamentos e sonhos... Foi nesse momento...Nesse momento me encontraste.&lt;br /&gt;E aí... nada mais me atingiu.. Nem as imagens que me assombravam os sonhos, nem os pensamentos negativos... Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Nesse abraco forte, nesse abraço que me deste encontrei o meu refúgio, e nada mais me atingiu...&lt;br /&gt;Lembro-me de pensar que nada me poderia salvar... que nada poderia ajudar a sarar as feridas que esses monstros criavam na minha mente...&lt;br /&gt;Mas por entre a escuridão apareceste tu.. e entao... nem monstros, nem maus pensamentos, nem más imagens... Nada.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o forte aperto dos teus braços, o som da tua respiração ao meu ouvido, o teus suaves beijos no meu pescoço, o doce cheiro do teu pescoço... nada mais.&lt;br /&gt;Nem sabias que eu estava mal... nem sabias o quão bem fizeste...&lt;br /&gt;Sem sequer pensar abraçaste-me...&lt;br /&gt;E foi entao, que sem saberes... Tu salvaste-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ni&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113354696879577467?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113354696879577467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113354696879577467&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113354696879577467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113354696879577467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/12/salva.html' title='Salva'/><author><name>Ni</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07349420729403833148</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3387/1884/1600/NI%21%21.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113328780667243758</id><published>2005-11-29T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T10:11:38.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O olhar...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Olho em volta e tento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Achar um olhar atento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas ninguém repara&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém para&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem por um segundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para verem os outros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refugiam-se no seu mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E todos os outros&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se refugiam nos seus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sinto-me perdido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Entre tantas pessoas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem Deus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Atente a este pedido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tudo é tão vago&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A igreja, a sociedade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém repara em ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tenho saudade&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De ter algo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ninguém tem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas todos podem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dar, um simples e terno olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E este o melhor presente que se pode dar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um simples olhar diz tudo, sem palavras, sem gestos, sem nada...basta um olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Eu sempre dei imensa importância ao olhar, e tu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113328780667243758?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113328780667243758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113328780667243758&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113328780667243758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113328780667243758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/11/o-olhar.html' title='O olhar...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113277395599198099</id><published>2005-11-23T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T11:28:12.093-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2678400 segundos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;2678400&lt;/span&gt; segundos de um demonstração de afeição, de um cuidado extremo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;44640 &lt;/span&gt;minutos de um deleite e satisfação tal, que me dava vontade voar, voar e voar até fikar sem qualquer resistência, e cair desamparado à espera do teu socorro, caindo em teus braços e tu com um sorriso indescritível nesses lábios lindos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;744&lt;/span&gt; horas com um só pensamento...o desespero da espera de um novo abraço, um novo beijo. De voltar a sentir o teu cheiro, cheiro esse que me penetra e me faz sonhar...sonhar contigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; dias com a incógnita..."o que será que fiz para merecer algo tão bom para mim, algo que me faz tão bem?"...pois esta incógnita espero que exista para sempre, pois dá-me força para me fazer merecer de ti...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E tudo isto se resume a &lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;1 &lt;/span&gt;mês ao teu lado...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amo-te...não um amo-te qualquer, mas sim aquele nosso amo-te que é tão especial...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113277395599198099?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113277395599198099/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113277395599198099&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113277395599198099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113277395599198099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/11/2678400-segundos.html' title='2678400 segundos...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113242798836661902</id><published>2005-11-19T11:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T11:27:57.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anjo caído...eu não sou...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Era um anjo de Deus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que se perdera dos céus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E terra a terra voava. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;A seta que lhe acertava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Partira de arco traidor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque as penas que levava &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não eram penas de amor. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O anjo caiu ferido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E se viu aos pés rendido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do tirano caçador. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De asa morta e sem esplendor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O triste, peregrinando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Por estes vales de dor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andou gemendo e chorando.&lt;br /&gt;Vi-o eu, o anjo dos céus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;O abandonado de Deus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi-o, nessa tropelia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o mundo chama alegria, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vi-o a taça do prazer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pôr ao lábio que tremia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E só lágrimas beber.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais na terra o via, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Era eu só que o conhecia &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu que já não posso amar! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem no havia de salvar? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu, que numa sepultura &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me fora vivo enterrar? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Loucura! Ai, cega loucura!&lt;br /&gt;Mas entre os anjos dos céus &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cantava um anjo ao seu Deus; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E remi-lo e resgatá-lo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daquela infâmia salvá-lo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Só força de amor podia. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem desse amor há-de amá-lo, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se ninguém o conhecia?&lt;br /&gt;Eu só, – e eu morto, eu descrido, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu tive o arrojo atrevido &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;De amar um anjo sem luz. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cravei-a eu nessa cruz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha alma que renascia, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que toda em sua alma pus, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o meu ser se dividia,&lt;br /&gt;Porque ela outra alma não tinha, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Outra alma senão a minha... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tarde, ai! tarde o conheci, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque eu o meu ser perdi, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;E ele à vida não volveu... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas da morte que eu morri &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Também o infeliz morreu." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Almeida Garrett &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Anjo caído eu não sou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pois um anjo da guarda me encontrou, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Resgatou, e amou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até hoje ainda não lhe apareceu o canssaço de se exprimir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;De agir e falar - "Eu amo-te".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Canssaço esse que não passará por mim, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Pois em mim esse amor se alojou...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Amo-te meu anjo...por cuidares de mim...por cuidares das minhas penas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113242798836661902?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113242798836661902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113242798836661902&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113242798836661902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113242798836661902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/11/anjo-cadoeu-no-sou.html' title='Anjo caído...eu não sou...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19097074.post-113232817861773476</id><published>2005-11-18T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T08:55:17.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As penas vâo começar a cair...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Bem...as penas das minhas asas de anjo vão começar a cair. Tenho pena de vocês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penas cairão em cima das vossas consciências...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E penas...o k será&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;?...isso n interessa porque elas vão cair...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tenho pena de vocês...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19097074-113232817861773476?l=aspenascaiem.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/feeds/113232817861773476/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19097074&amp;postID=113232817861773476&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113232817861773476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19097074/posts/default/113232817861773476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aspenascaiem.blogspot.com/2005/11/as-penas-vo-comear-cair.html' title='As penas vâo começar a cair...'/><author><name>Red Angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03403252064994483556</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
