tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73937723935975316812024-03-12T20:35:27.349-07:00MomentosSejam bem vindos!!!Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.comBlogger34125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-30922608496279035212012-07-05T18:50:00.001-07:002012-07-05T18:50:19.495-07:00<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ipa0D-aVqQM"></a>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-11761659412527654912012-05-21T10:21:00.001-07:002012-05-21T10:21:28.034-07:00Não te amo como se fosse rosa de sal, topázio ou flecha de cravos que propagam o fogo: te amo secretamente, entre a sombra e a alma. . Te amo como a planta que não floresce e leva dentro de si, oculta, a luz daquelas flores, e graças a teu amor vive escuro em meu corpo o apertado aroma que ascender da terra. . Te amo sem saber como, nem quando, nem onde, te amo diretamente sem problemas nem orgulho: assim te amo porque não sei amar de outra maneira, . Se não assim deste modo em que não sou nem és tão perto que a tua mão sobre meu peito é minha tão perto que se fecham teus olhos com meu sonho.<br />
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Pablo NerudaLizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-84901351774360862792012-03-22T11:05:00.004-07:002012-03-22T11:06:59.932-07:00Pra Sempre!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeWHEGRy854/T2tnOVk_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N-RJDclOcjI/s1600/love9.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="372" width="345" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oeWHEGRy854/T2tnOVk_Y7I/AAAAAAAAAYQ/N-RJDclOcjI/s400/love9.gif" /></a></div><br />
Darei a voce o meu ar os <br />
meus medos , a minha tristeza<br />
e também as minhas lágrimas e junto <br />
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ainda<br />
a minha alma. porque quero ficar com <br />
voce pra sempre!<br />
Então me ame faça me viver, resucite me <br />
tire me desta solidão cura me faça de mim<br />
parte da tua carne dos teus pesadelos das suas tristeza<br />
Só assim ficarei perto de ti mesmo não estando mais aqui;Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-84806462296664682582012-01-06T08:00:00.000-08:002012-01-06T08:00:58.446-08:00A noite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM-MxkuxJxY/TwcaaG8g4EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IUkU5Ovxqr4/s1600/PQAAADzfULgBItOVqcGaKx7qjy0T1pteAHDwW3ObIn7rIMX5qMZRly48m1RHhcV3RdQ3lbBL7MLyLFg417XyW9NrdGoAm1T1UHaKDWpmdK22FJ9T5e7WSHCEbf4c.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="320" width="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bM-MxkuxJxY/TwcaaG8g4EI/AAAAAAAAAQA/IUkU5Ovxqr4/s320/PQAAADzfULgBItOVqcGaKx7qjy0T1pteAHDwW3ObIn7rIMX5qMZRly48m1RHhcV3RdQ3lbBL7MLyLFg417XyW9NrdGoAm1T1UHaKDWpmdK22FJ9T5e7WSHCEbf4c.jpg" /></a></div><br />
A nebulosidade ameaçadora<br />
Tolda o éter, mancha a gleba, agride os rios<br />
E urde amplas teias de carvões sombrios<br />
No ar que álacre e radiante, há instantes, fora.<br />
<br />
A água transubstancia-se. A onda estoura<br />
Na negridão do oceano e entre os navios<br />
Troa bárbara zoada de ais bravios,<br />
Extraordinariamente atordoadora.<br />
<br />
À custódia do anímico registro<br />
A planetária escuridão se anexa...<br />
Somente, iguais a espiões que acordam cedo,<br />
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Ficam brilhando com fulgor sinistro<br />
Dentro da treva onímoda e complexa<br />
Os olhos fundos dos que estão com medo!<br />
Augusto dos Anjos.Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-64480305728995779872011-12-22T08:43:00.001-08:002012-01-10T09:30:10.906-08:00comunidade do meu amigo; de uma olhadinha okhttp://www.orkut.com.br/Main#Community?cmm=119534478Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-63886117040873028282011-11-30T09:01:00.000-08:002011-11-30T09:01:34.503-08:00<span style="background-color: black; color: silver; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">Ó saudade sentimento das trevas!<br />
Angustia minha vida<br />
E toma as palavras que surgem...<br />
De onde vem este sentimento maligno?!<br />
Para onde vai este aperto no coraçao?!<br />
Só o tempo dirá...<br />
Por um curto instante<br />
A alegria invade minha alma<br />
Com lembranças dos bons momentos<br />
Que pena...<br />
Foi apenas um instante<br />
Um mízero instante que não sse compara<br />
À dor que me toma!<br />
Que mundo cruel é este?!<br />
Este mundo que separam os que amam...<br />
Este mundo que muitas vezes<br />
Aproxima os que se odeiam.<br />
Por este motivo,<br />
Eu profundamente te odeio,<br />
Quem sabe assim essa vida nos une...</span><b style="background-color: black; color: silver; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; text-align: left;">† Prince Goth</b>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-67938036219226271612011-11-17T06:23:00.000-08:002011-11-17T06:23:41.693-08:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">O teu desprezo , o teu repudio</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">a tua critica , faz me somente</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"> mais forte!!!</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-2775077578318874802011-11-03T11:00:00.000-07:002011-11-03T11:01:22.872-07:00Sentimentos <br />
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<div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b>"De tanto ser o que os outros queriam que eu fosse , agora só tenho uma alma que não agarada a ninguém"</b></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b>(Yellowcard)</b><b> </b></div><div style="background-color: black; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"><b><br />
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</b></span></div><div style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: center;"><b>"O melhor esconderijo é a escuridão ,,,</b></div>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-42936680917972081262011-10-15T12:53:00.003-07:002012-04-16T10:25:28.665-07:00desenhos goticos<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoYQGq7zPI8/T4xV-RPySjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rRvVKrxkJHI/s1600/g%25C3%25B3tico%2B%252812%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left:1em; margin-right:1em"><img border="0" height="400" width="330" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PoYQGq7zPI8/T4xV-RPySjI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/rRvVKrxkJHI/s400/g%25C3%25B3tico%2B%252812%2529.jpg" /></a></div><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbjK2IvcAhY/TpnkhPNM7-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/T2FFwgbMkOk/s1600/skullsandstars+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zbjK2IvcAhY/TpnkhPNM7-I/AAAAAAAAAJw/T2FFwgbMkOk/s320/skullsandstars+-+C%25C3%25B3pia.jpg" width="256" /></a></div>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-53664442188737106262011-10-12T12:59:00.000-07:002011-10-12T12:59:12.494-07:00O Gerador de Nome Vampiro, o meu é... <span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 20px; font-style: italic; line-height: 30px;">O Arquivo Grande determinar que </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"><div class="description" style="font-size: 20px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="">ter ido pela identidade:</span></div><div class="description" style="color: gold; font-size: 40px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;"><span class="">Madalena Beau Pre</span></div><div class="description" style="font-size: 20px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;">Conhecido em algumas partes do mundo como:</div><div class="description" style="color: chartreuse; font-size: 30px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;">Lodemai das festas Beltane</div><div class="description" style="font-size: 20px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;">The Great Archives Registro:</div><div class="description" style="color: gold; font-size: 25px; font-style: italic; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-top: 5px;">Um dos rituais e prazer - presidir as festas do glutão wickedest noite do ano.</div></span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-719628455516207902011-10-11T06:35:00.000-07:002011-10-11T06:37:01.800-07:00Refletindo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ICCWOYiCN4/TpRGNJEj9bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fpVHE8e4Prg/s1600/digitalizar0001copia1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-2ICCWOYiCN4/TpRGNJEj9bI/AAAAAAAAAJA/fpVHE8e4Prg/s400/digitalizar0001copia1.jpg" width="305" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #f9f9f9; font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px; line-height: 15px; white-space: pre-line;">”A sabedoria é um adorno na prosperidade e um refúgio na adversidade.” </span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-28269812920308686272011-09-06T10:42:00.000-07:002011-12-21T06:16:01.899-08:00Voce sempre<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Seja voce mesmo;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">Mesmo que pareça</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">estranho; a verdadeira</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">face é a que prevalece</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">nunca se esconda.;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">para os outros</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">isso adoece a alma</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">e nos faz sempre </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">procurar a companhia <span style="color: black;">Coração dilacerado <br />
Maltratado pelo passado <br />
Oprimido pelo presente. <br />
Gota de sangue, <br />
Gota de dor, <br />
Veias apertadas <br />
Lágrimas inconseqüentes. <br />
Tempo que machuca, <br />
Futuro incerto, <br />
Destino desgovernado... <br />
Gota de Sangue <br />
Que deixa a alma perdida <br />
E o coração sem direção. <br />
Sentimentos sem limites <br />
Dores sem razões, <br />
Paz impossível para um mundo vendado. <br />
Ignorância que rejeita o amor <br />
Que se desfaz da felicidade. <br />
Gota de Sangue <br />
Que molha a branca paz de um coração... <br />
Gota de Sangue <br />
Marca que jamais sai <br />
Gota de Sangue..da.</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> <span style="color: black;">solidão </span></span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-39112637404702996402011-08-30T10:06:00.000-07:002011-08-30T10:06:13.718-07:00Sentimentos<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Os sentimentos da alma são profundos;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">queremos disfarça-los mais não conseguimos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">Por isso temos tristezas profundas e atos</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;">não compreendidos,....</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-12320733250578379592011-08-26T10:17:00.000-07:002011-08-26T10:17:13.326-07:00Eternal tears of sorrw<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/r8uy30BkQto?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div><br />
Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-3601654272629509852011-08-10T10:13:00.000-07:002011-08-10T10:13:17.519-07:00Vazio.......<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNriFBfIRf0/TkK8JgAd5eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mJ7L_zXJaM8/s1600/1ATcAAABPL5c_iNwnBznipTfQMHiOEUvJcG27oKiaTohOR-nr8KQckcmD2RRRYxLZFGkwHJu2q9srRd5KT5-u4HCnGIS8AJtU9VB4TVeVLn5E84-875l_AhRxMfcPCA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZNriFBfIRf0/TkK8JgAd5eI/AAAAAAAAAIc/mJ7L_zXJaM8/s320/1ATcAAABPL5c_iNwnBznipTfQMHiOEUvJcG27oKiaTohOR-nr8KQckcmD2RRRYxLZFGkwHJu2q9srRd5KT5-u4HCnGIS8AJtU9VB4TVeVLn5E84-875l_AhRxMfcPCA.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Meu coração chora a tua indiferença</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Não me importa mais nada ,sinto o </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> vazio da solidão que me sufoca ,e </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> no meio da escuridão vivo cada momento</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> parecendo que é o fim...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Talvez ainda há chance de mostrar que o </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> meu viver simplesmente é você.....;</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-61761642635782664472011-08-01T09:58:00.000-07:002011-08-01T09:58:32.304-07:00Abismo da traição<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">Resgatei</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">do sepulcro</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">de terras profanas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">tolos sentimentos pecadores</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">enquanto afogavam-se</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">no mar de mentiras.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">Desatei</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">almas de luto</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">bocas de sons mudos</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">costuradas com linhas de sangue</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">enquanto feriam-se</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">no grito, arraigado de dor.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">E neste eterno martírio que me atirei</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">arranquei</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">de mim</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">frias lágrimas</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">feitas para me partir.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">oh... coração</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">cantas canção sem ouvir</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">enquantos cais</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">neste insondável abismo</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><br />
</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;">feito nas cinzas da minha traição </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"><span><br />
</span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Tahoma; font-size: 12px;"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #073763;">msrdany</span></span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-24665475535434171062011-07-25T17:15:00.000-07:002011-07-25T17:47:38.377-07:00Apenas mais uma lagrima de sangue<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyP2bMpX3hk/Ti4OoxMOZ6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOr_0Fht3OY/s1600/Lagrimas+de+sangue.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jyP2bMpX3hk/Ti4OoxMOZ6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/zOr_0Fht3OY/s1600/Lagrimas+de+sangue.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;">Um sorriso brota de labios sofridos,<br />
espressando amor de modo amargurado.<br />
Sem notar mais uma gota de sangue cai sobre<br />
seu vestido,<br />
seus espelhos refletem a morte de modo claro,<br />
o corpo sente quando a espiritos por perto,<br />
um arrepio segue em seu corpo,<br />
e então o medo toma conta de ti,<br />
sei que sentes quando sopro de leve em seus ouvidos,<br />
sua boca esta cansada de se sentir tocada quando não a ninguem por perto,<br />
o sangue q escorre sobre ti, são lagrimas de meu sofrimento,<br />
por amala e não poder esta com vc em seu mundo,<br />
sinto a culpa,<br />
de meu suicidio estupido q apenas me afastou mais de vc,<br />
hoje vejo em seu quarto fotos minhas que vc ainda guarda na gaveta,<br />
hoje vejo que vc me amava,<br />
vc não pode me ver,<br />
mais eu posso tocala.<br />
Vc nota quando suas lagrimas secam rapido?<br />
isso só acontece quando estou com vc,<br />
quando posso limpalas com minhas mãos que ardem de desejo de ter vc comigo,<br />
eu me odeio por meu suicidio,<br />
e agora vc não consegue me ver,<br />
mais sei que um dia vc tbm ira morrer,<br />
só que vc não vira pra ca,<br />
pois suicidio vc nunca cometera,<br />
e sua alma com certeza Deus levara,<br />
e mais longe de mim vc estara. (artista desconhecido)</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-66623125896256305802011-07-23T06:16:00.000-07:002011-07-23T06:16:45.594-07:00Não consigo entender<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">Porque me chamas de louco?...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;">a minha loucura é a tua </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #cccccc;"> sanidade....</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-59194627721802452862011-07-06T05:38:00.000-07:002011-07-06T05:40:53.559-07:00Desabafo<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> Eu tentei me enganar, achando que;não tinha</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> esse lado escuro em minha vida, muitas pessoas</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> se enganam e acham que a vida sempre é luz</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> e nunca admitem seu lado negro, aquele onde</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> a furia e a dor predominam ; mais ninguem nesse</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> mundo é perfeito, e por isso prefiro não me escon</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> der , muitas pessoas me condenam me chamam de</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> doida, mas isso é consequencia; de tentar não me</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> esconder, por isso criei o blog para que todos que </span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8zKyrNT-9A/TVVpR96zKZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/V4Ythkcxs8U/s1600/0119.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8zKyrNT-9A/TVVpR96zKZI/AAAAAAAAAGE/V4Ythkcxs8U/s320/0119.gif" width="242" /></a></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> tenham esse sentimento; se espresse, e não se escondam,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"> falar sobre o assunto alivia a alma....</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-77526324260782715942011-06-23T17:26:00.000-07:002011-09-22T15:21:46.945-07:00Contos da alma<span style="color: #660000;"> Queria entender, mais não consigo</span>;<br />
<span style="color: #660000;">só o que eu sinto é o teu silencio</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> a cada dia a tristeza me persegue</span><br />
<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPrsWzmp5jc/TcmkTAfEikI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YXx4AdHl1m8/s1600/0101.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-uPrsWzmp5jc/TcmkTAfEikI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/YXx4AdHl1m8/s320/0101.jpg" width="203" /></a><span style="color: #660000;"> não tenho mais forças para fugir;</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> não ha mais luz; só o que vejo é </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> a escuridão......</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> fico então a te esperar no meio des</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> sa solidão....</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;">***********#***************</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> Os sentimentos da alma , é o único sentimento</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> que revela quem realmente é voce </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> é o único sentimento que não se engana</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> de forma nenhuma;</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> mais tambem é o único sentimento que </span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> nos fere eternamente.; Lizi</span><br />
<span style="color: #660000;"> </span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-82739989756790307622011-06-23T07:52:00.001-07:002011-07-26T10:56:06.332-07:00<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;">“Sonhos são para serem sonhados, pesadelos para serem vividos”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Vivo no obscuro da solidão.”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Você é a minha pessoa favorita que eu amo odiar”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Seu sonho é meu maior pesadelo”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Seu corpo no chão – um mo</span><span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;">“Sonhos são para serem sonhados, pesadelos para serem vividos”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Vivo no obscuro da solidão.”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Você é a minha pessoa favorita que eu amo odiar”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Seu sonho é meu maior pesadelo”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Seu corpo no chão – um momento Kodak”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “A solidão é um refugio para quem tem a escuridão na alma.”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Só confiarei em ti se morrer AGORA por mim!”</span><span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;">mento Kodak”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “A solidão é um refugio para quem tem a escuridão na alma.”</span><br />
<span style="color: white; font-family: courier new;"> “Só confiarei em ti se morrer AGORA por mim!”</span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-24734489721701276422011-06-14T10:13:00.000-07:002011-06-14T10:13:53.011-07:00<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; font-weight: bold;">Cada novo amigo que ganhamos no decorrer da vida aperfeiçoa-nos e enriquece-nos, não tanto pelo que nos dá, mas pelo que nos revela de nós mesmos. Miguel Unamuno<span></span></span>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-61412681474365719362011-06-03T11:18:00.000-07:002011-06-03T11:18:17.789-07:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/DtQSu9J8ogI?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-6224268135898049012011-05-20T05:38:00.001-07:002011-05-20T05:38:52.052-07:00sentimentos do coraçãoEstranhos sentimentos de culpa que sinto,<br />
Não sou compreendido nem mesmo por mim,<br />
Amar é difícil, sofrer, nem tanto,<br />
Muitas vezes esmagado pelo meu próprio desejo.<br />
Minha insanidade me livra do medo<br />
Meus sentimentos me causam mais dor<br />
É fácil chorar pois estou inseguro,<br />
Dói libertar você de toda essa angústia,<br />
O tempo leva o sentimento e tudo que é concreto,<br />
Sombras que trazem lembranças de você!Lizihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10199287943107628895noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7393772393597531681.post-62502783690671323632011-04-25T11:17:00.000-07:002011-04-25T11:17:51.760-07:00Alma sofrida<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghFl6bGJLeE/TVJ6XWNkY9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k22QE5V6TZo/s1600/0087.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320px" i8="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ghFl6bGJLeE/TVJ6XWNkY9I/AAAAAAAAAFM/k22QE5V6TZo/s320/0087.jpg" width="275px" /></a></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">A cada momento estou mais presa a voce</span><br />
<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">e voce insiste em ficar comigo, te sinto a </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">cada minuto, como se fosse o vento a </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">soprar;como a noite brilhar; </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">não consigo mais sorrir e aos prantos</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">tende a mim cair, lágrimas do meu rosto </span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><span style="color: red;">cairão no instante da minha solidão</span></div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><br />
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