<?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-11537423</id><updated>2012-01-01T03:20:45.300Z</updated><title type='text'>Life in a poetry book</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>469</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3385994411988128680</id><published>2011-11-20T23:49:00.001Z</published><updated>2011-11-20T23:50:23.469Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nomeei-te rainha. &lt;br /&gt;Há maiores do que tu, maiores. &lt;br /&gt;Há mais puras do que tu, mais puras. &lt;br /&gt;Há mais belas do que tu, há mais belas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tu és a rainha. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando andas pelas ruas &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém te reconhece. &lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vê a tua coroa de cristal, ninguém olha &lt;br /&gt;A passadeira de ouro vermelho &lt;br /&gt;Que pisas quando passas, &lt;br /&gt;A passadeira que não existe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando surges &lt;br /&gt;Todos os rios se ouvem &lt;br /&gt;No meu corpo, &lt;br /&gt;Sinos fazem estremecer o céu, &lt;br /&gt;Enche-se o mundo com um hino. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tu e eu, &lt;br /&gt;Só tu e eu, meu amor, &lt;br /&gt;O ouvimos. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jorge Luis Borges, in "Poemas de Amor de Jorge Luís Borges"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3385994411988128680?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3385994411988128680/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3385994411988128680' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3385994411988128680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3385994411988128680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2011/11/nomeei-te-rainha.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2180235511032278250</id><published>2011-01-07T18:23:00.002Z</published><updated>2011-01-07T18:38:23.281Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>En mi sueno te vi&lt;br /&gt;Tu luz llegaba de tan lejos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz penetra en mi&lt;br /&gt;Vibra en ti&lt;br /&gt;Vibra en mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente me llevaba a ti&lt;br /&gt;Oi el sonido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu voz dulcemente&lt;br /&gt;Me deci'a: "Ven"&lt;br /&gt;"Ven junto a mi"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volver a vivir&lt;br /&gt;Saber que mi sueno no esta solo. Alienta en ti&lt;br /&gt;Tu y yo cantando los dos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo sonaba en ser tu mismo mar, tu mar,&lt;br /&gt;Es puente de union&lt;br /&gt;De nuestras almas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vuelan, nos llaman&lt;br /&gt;Al son de eternidad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensueno - Freddie Mercury e Monserrat Caballé&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2180235511032278250?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2180235511032278250/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2180235511032278250' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2180235511032278250'/><link rel='self' 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Lincoln&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3197606554560776729?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3197606554560776729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3197606554560776729' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3197606554560776729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3197606554560776729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/whatever-you-are-be-good-one.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7731401422683751114</id><published>2010-12-16T11:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:38:43.987Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Se o amor é fantasia, eu encontro-me ultimamente em pleno Carnaval." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7731401422683751114?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7731401422683751114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7731401422683751114' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7731401422683751114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7731401422683751114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/se-o-amor-e-fantasia-eu-encontro-me.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6080726524205742962</id><published>2010-12-07T18:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:40:14.111Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>‎"A amizade não precisa de palavras - é a solidão sem a angústia da solidão." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dag Hammarkskjod&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6080726524205742962?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6080726524205742962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6080726524205742962' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6080726524205742962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6080726524205742962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/12/amizade-nao-precisa-de-palavras-e.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2852784805199208053</id><published>2010-11-28T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-11-28T22:07:35.289Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Spring was never waiting for us, girl&lt;br /&gt;It ran one step ahead&lt;br /&gt;As we followed in the dance&lt;br /&gt;Between the parted pages and were pressed,&lt;br /&gt;In love's hot, fevered iron&lt;br /&gt;Like a striped pair of pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down...&lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it&lt;br /&gt;'cause it took so long to bake it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recall the yellow cotton dress&lt;br /&gt;Foaming like a wave&lt;br /&gt;On the ground around your knees&lt;br /&gt;The birds, like tender babies in your hands&lt;br /&gt;And the old men playing checkers by the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down...&lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it&lt;br /&gt;'cause it took so long to bake it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be another song for me&lt;br /&gt;For I will sing it&lt;br /&gt;There will be another dream for me&lt;br /&gt;Someone will bring it&lt;br /&gt;I will drink the wine while it is warm&lt;br /&gt;And never let you catch me looking at the sun&lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;You'll still be the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will take my life into my hands and I will use it&lt;br /&gt;I will win the worship in their eyes and I will lose it&lt;br /&gt;I will have the things that I desire&lt;br /&gt;And my passion flow like rivers through the sky.&lt;br /&gt;And after all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;After all the loves of my life&lt;br /&gt;I'll be thinking of you&lt;br /&gt;And wondering why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark&lt;br /&gt;All the sweet, green icing flowing down...&lt;br /&gt;Someone left the cake out in the rain&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that I can take it&lt;br /&gt;'cause it took so long to bake it&lt;br /&gt;And I'll never have that recipe again&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, no&lt;br /&gt;No, no&lt;br /&gt;Oh NO!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MacArthur's Park - Richard Harris&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2852784805199208053?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2852784805199208053/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2852784805199208053' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2852784805199208053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7844896402255440142</id><published>2010-11-07T00:04:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-11-07T00:04:29.226Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Feliz aniversário!&lt;br /&gt;Que sejas o maestro do meu coração até ele parar de bater!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7844896402255440142?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7844896402255440142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7844896402255440142' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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/&gt;Oublier le temps des malentendus&lt;br /&gt;Et le temps perdu à savoir comment&lt;br /&gt;Oublier ces heures qui tuaient parfois&lt;br /&gt;A coups de pourquoi le coeur du bonheur&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas,&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moi, je t’offrirai des perles de pluie &lt;br /&gt;Venues de pays où il ne pleut pas&lt;br /&gt;Je creuserai la terre, jusqu’ après ma mort &lt;br /&gt;Pour couvrir ton corps d’or et de lumière&lt;br /&gt;Je ferai un domaine où l’amour sera roi &lt;br /&gt;Où l’amour sera loi, où tu seras reine&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas,&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, je t’inventerai &lt;br /&gt;Des mots insensés que tu comprendras &lt;br /&gt;Je te parlerai de ces amants là&lt;br /&gt;Qui ont vu deux fois leurs coeurs s’embraser&lt;br /&gt;Je te raconterai l’histoire de ce roi &lt;br /&gt;Mort de n’avoir pas pu te rencontrer&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas,&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a vu souvent rejaillir le feu&lt;br /&gt;De l’ancien volcan qu’on croyait trop vieux&lt;br /&gt;Il est parait-il des terres brûlées&lt;br /&gt;Donnant plus de blé qu’un meilleur avril&lt;br /&gt;Et quand vient le soir pour qu’un ciel flamboie&lt;br /&gt;Le rouge et le noir ne s’épousent-ils pas?&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas,&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas je ne vais plus pleurer&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus parler, je me cacherai là&lt;br /&gt;A te regarder danser et sourire&lt;br /&gt;Et à t’écouter chanter et puis rire&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-moi devenir l’ombre de ton ombre&lt;br /&gt;L’ombre de ta main, l’ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas, ne me quitte pas,&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas - Jacques Brel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;Whether near to me or far&lt;br /&gt;No matter&lt;br /&gt;Darling, where you are&lt;br /&gt;I think of you&lt;br /&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, why is it so&lt;br /&gt;That this longing for you follows&lt;br /&gt;Where ever I go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the roaring traffic's boom&lt;br /&gt;In the silence of my lonely room&lt;br /&gt;I think of you, night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;Under the hide of me&lt;br /&gt;There's an oh, such a hungry yearning&lt;br /&gt;Burning inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its torment won't be through&lt;br /&gt;Til you let me spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Making love to you&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day&lt;br /&gt;Under the hide of me&lt;br /&gt;There's an oh, such a hungry yearning&lt;br /&gt;Burning inside of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And its torment won't be through&lt;br /&gt;Til you let me spend my life&lt;br /&gt;Making love to you&lt;br /&gt;Day and night, night and day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night and day - Everything but a girl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8417050539101336230?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8417050539101336230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8417050539101336230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8417050539101336230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8417050539101336230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/10/night-and-day-you-are-one-only-you.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-5351436829156694648</id><published>2010-10-09T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-12-27T19:41:56.109Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>“Ainda gostava de ter uma crise de asma por excesso de nuvens nos pulmões respiratórios.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ondjaki&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5351436829156694648?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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(Cont.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2t-h9EBI/AAAAAAAAALc/XC0WAmEW3Ok/s1600/P1030825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2t-h9EBI/AAAAAAAAALc/XC0WAmEW3Ok/s320/P1030825.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520417775500988434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2toaANUI/AAAAAAAAALU/E1e-IoWrCGY/s1600/P1030833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2toaANUI/AAAAAAAAALU/E1e-IoWrCGY/s320/P1030833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520417769562060098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2s6R00oI/AAAAAAAAALE/z1U6On__O30/s1600/P1030968.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2s6R00oI/AAAAAAAAALE/z1U6On__O30/s320/P1030968.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520417757179728514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8705072207139225687?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8705072207139225687/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8705072207139225687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8705072207139225687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8705072207139225687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/dias-felizes_24.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx2t-h9EBI/AAAAAAAAALc/XC0WAmEW3Ok/s72-c/P1030825.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1234736616233566679</id><published>2010-09-24T10:45:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T10:55:34.166+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dias felizes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1gG8dJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4HG0OrjcIm8/s1600/P1030952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1gG8dJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4HG0OrjcIm8/s320/P1030952.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520416437729830306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1fYxc__I/AAAAAAAAAK0/-iOBLXaXXz4/s1600/P1030890.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1fYxc__I/AAAAAAAAAK0/-iOBLXaXXz4/s320/P1030890.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520416425335652338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1fI6GxgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mhMxRc07WK8/s1600/P1030869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1fI6GxgI/AAAAAAAAAKs/mhMxRc07WK8/s320/P1030869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520416421076977154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1exMcs9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Lr52b3D5E7c/s1600/P1020844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1exMcs9I/AAAAAAAAAKk/Lr52b3D5E7c/s320/P1020844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520416414711460818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1eXgoUyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Iliqf31JW0Y/s1600/P1020835.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1eXgoUyI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Iliqf31JW0Y/s320/P1020835.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520416407816786722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1234736616233566679?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1234736616233566679/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=1234736616233566679' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1234736616233566679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1234736616233566679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/dias-felizes.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/TJx1gG8dJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/4HG0OrjcIm8/s72-c/P1030952.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6562627926753097823</id><published>2010-09-23T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:01:06.584+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obrigada por não desistires de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6562627926753097823?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6562627926753097823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6562627926753097823' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6562627926753097823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6562627926753097823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/obrigada-por-nao-desistires-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-763502926839474809</id><published>2010-09-22T23:25:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T23:27:32.195+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, I Love You, I Still Care.&lt;br /&gt;All My Affection's There.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Walk With You To The End Of The Passage,&lt;br /&gt;My Little Koala Type Bear,&lt;br /&gt;Little Koala Type Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can See You Sitting There&lt;br /&gt;With Your Silent Smile.&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Talk To You For A Couple Of Minutes,&lt;br /&gt;My Little Koala Type Bear,&lt;br /&gt;Little Koala Type Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell Me What It's Like&lt;br /&gt;Looking Out Of Eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Like The Likes Of Yours.&lt;br /&gt;Do You Find It So Surprising&lt;br /&gt;That The Likes Of Me&lt;br /&gt;Likes The Likes Of You?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Still Love You, Yes, I Do.&lt;br /&gt;All My Time On Earth.&lt;br /&gt;Will Belong To You Till The End Of The Passage,&lt;br /&gt;My Little Koala Type Bear&lt;br /&gt;Little Koala Type Bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I Love You&lt;br /&gt;I Still Care&lt;br /&gt;All My Affection's There&lt;br /&gt;I Will Walk With You Till The End Of The Passage&lt;br /&gt;My Little Koala (Koala) Type Bear, (Koala)&lt;br /&gt;Little Koala (Koala) Type Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I Love You, I Still Care.&lt;br /&gt;All My Affection's There.&lt;br /&gt;I Will Walk With You To The End Of The Passage,&lt;br /&gt;My Little Koala (Koala) Type Bear, (Koala)&lt;br /&gt;Little Koala (Koala) Type Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ode to a Koala Bear - Paul McCartney&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-763502926839474809?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6512583739378363492</id><published>2010-09-17T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T17:17:09.239+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Death is here and death is there,&lt;br /&gt;Death is busy everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;All around, within, beneath,&lt;br /&gt;Above is death - and we are death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death has set his mark and seal&lt;br /&gt;On all we are and all we feel&lt;br /&gt;On all we know and all we fear,&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First our pleasures die - and then&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes, and then our fears - and when&lt;br /&gt;These are dead, the debt is due,&lt;br /&gt;Dust claims dust - and we die too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things that we love and cherish,&lt;br /&gt;Like ourselves must fade and perish;&lt;br /&gt;Such is our rude mortal lot -&lt;br /&gt;Love itself would, did they not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death - Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6512583739378363492?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6512583739378363492/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6512583739378363492' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6512583739378363492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6512583739378363492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/death-is-here-and-death-is-there-death.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2219247141952493402</id><published>2010-09-16T12:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T12:05:42.761+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>O tempo é muito lento para os que esperam,&lt;br /&gt;Muito rápido para os que têm medo,&lt;br /&gt;Muito longo para os que lamentam,&lt;br /&gt;Muito curto para os que festejam.&lt;br /&gt;Mas, para os que amam, o tempo é eternidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Shakespeare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2219247141952493402?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4502790373423498902</id><published>2010-09-15T12:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-15T12:39:08.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I love Thornfield: I love it, because I have lived in it a full and delightful life,- momentarily at least. I have not been trampled on. I have not been petrified. I have not been buried with inferior minds, and excluded from every glimpse of communion with what is bright and energetic and high. I have talked, face to face, with what I reverence, with what I delight in,- with an original, a vigorous, an expanded mind. I have known you, Mr. Rochester; and it strikes me with terror and anguish to feel I absolutely must be torn from you for ever. I see the necessity of departure; and it is like looking on the necessity of death. (...) Do you think I can stay to become nothing to you? Do you think I am an automaton? - A machine without feelings? And can bear to have my morsel of bread snatched from my lips, and my drop of living water dashed from my cup? &lt;strong&gt;Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain, and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, and full as much heart! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you. &lt;/strong&gt;I am not talking to you now through the medium of custom, conventionalities, nor even of mortal flesh; It is my spirit that addresses your spirit; just as if both had passed through the grave, and we stood at God's feet, equal, - As we are."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane Eyre - Charlotte Bronte&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4502790373423498902?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4502790373423498902/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Signori Enrichetta obrigada pela conversa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em dez minutos disse tudo o que precisava ouvir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8289930612312702743?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8289930612312702743/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8289930612312702743' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8289930612312702743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8289930612312702743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/signori-enrichetta-obrigada-pela_10.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4889703231111756354</id><published>2010-09-09T18:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T18:04:25.988+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Algo quebrou dentro de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4889703231111756354?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4889703231111756354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4889703231111756354' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4889703231111756354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4889703231111756354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/algo-quebrou-dentro-de-mim.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1314525399043295524</id><published>2010-09-09T14:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T14:29:33.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"I've crossed oceans of time to find you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bram Stocker's Dracula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1314525399043295524?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1314525399043295524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=1314525399043295524' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Nobody near us,&lt;br /&gt;to see us or hear us,&lt;br /&gt;No friends or relations&lt;br /&gt;on weekend vacations&lt;br /&gt;We won't have it known, dear,&lt;br /&gt;That we own a telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day will break and you'll awake&lt;br /&gt;and I will bake&lt;br /&gt;sugar cake for you to take&lt;br /&gt;for all the boys to see.&lt;br /&gt;We will raise a family,&lt;br /&gt;a girl for you, a boy for me,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, can't you see how happy we would be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tea for two - Lisa Ekdahl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-953394218714999339?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/953394218714999339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=953394218714999339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/953394218714999339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/953394218714999339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/09/picture-me-upon-your-knee-just-tea-for.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7436576101929624771</id><published>2010-09-03T18:52:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T19:00:01.015+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>There was a boy,&lt;br /&gt;a very small enchated boy.&lt;br /&gt;They say he wandered very far, very far,&lt;br /&gt;over land and sea.&lt;br /&gt;A little shy and sad of eye,&lt;br /&gt;but very wise was he.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one day.&lt;br /&gt;One magic day he came my way.&lt;br /&gt;And as we spoke of many things,&lt;br /&gt;fools and kings,&lt;br /&gt;this he said to me.&lt;br /&gt;The greatest thing you'll ever learn&lt;br /&gt;is just to love and be loved in return &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature boy - Lisa Ekdahl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7436576101929624771?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7436576101929624771/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't give up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-738530712138169325?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/738530712138169325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=738530712138169325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/738530712138169325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/738530712138169325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/08/dont-give-up.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3692436602726803321</id><published>2010-08-26T11:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T11:34:49.888+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Este foi o meu sentimento durante 29 anos... Até que te encontrei!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;So special&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;You are gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Or what is more important&lt;br /&gt;That a dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was peaking&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been given&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My best souvenir&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But i haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know your habits&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't recognize you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Or what is more important&lt;br /&gt;That a dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impatient &lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the wait &lt;br /&gt;When will i get my cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by now that you'll arrive&lt;br /&gt;By the time i stop waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3692436602726803321?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3692436602726803321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3692436602726803321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3692436602726803321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3692436602726803321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/08/este-foi-o-meu-sentimento-durante-29.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4629351886033914261</id><published>2010-08-19T23:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:17:32.127+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A espera é doce, suave, leve...&lt;br /&gt;Quando se tem por quem esperar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4629351886033914261?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4629351886033914261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4629351886033914261' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4629351886033914261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4629351886033914261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/08/espera-e-doce-suave-leve.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7648236215748584051</id><published>2010-08-13T19:51:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T20:04:11.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Porque um dia a palavra que está presa na minha alma vai libertar-se no teu olhar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars you see in the night sky&lt;br /&gt;Have been dead for centuries&lt;br /&gt;Starlight creates the illusion&lt;br /&gt;Of life for all these years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I no longer trust these eyes of mine&lt;br /&gt;The heart must speak to me&lt;br /&gt;In tongues of forgotten voices&lt;br /&gt;In ancient harmonies&lt;br /&gt;So that I can see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavens are merely illusions&lt;br /&gt;When you build them high in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And hell is the final solution&lt;br /&gt;For those who have no faith in this life&lt;br /&gt;They are blinded by lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in the garden, fountain of life&lt;br /&gt;Here in the garden, arcane delights&lt;br /&gt;Are born from the womb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here the seed will rise&lt;br /&gt;From dark earth to the light&lt;br /&gt;To kiss the sun again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings me flowers&lt;br /&gt;To ease the pain&lt;br /&gt;She brings me light&lt;br /&gt;Where only darkness reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more that I see&lt;br /&gt;The more life means to me&lt;br /&gt;And the way you love the wild earthen dream&lt;br /&gt;She sings her song for you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what lies beyond this world&lt;br /&gt;All I really care about is you&lt;br /&gt;For Mother Nature’s gifts of life have made&lt;br /&gt;Have made this world a paradise for you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crescent - Brendan Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7648236215748584051?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7648236215748584051/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7648236215748584051' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7648236215748584051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7648236215748584051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/08/porque-um-dia-palavra-que-anda-presa-na.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2230973391679842705</id><published>2010-07-03T12:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T12:24:59.723+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Love Is A Burning Thing &lt;br /&gt;And It Makes A Fiery Ring &lt;br /&gt;Bound By Wild Desire &lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down &lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down &lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taste Of Love Is Sweet &lt;br /&gt;When Hearts Like Ours Meet &lt;br /&gt;I Fell For You Like A Child &lt;br /&gt;Oh, But The Fire Went Wild &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down &lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;I Went Down, Down, Down &lt;br /&gt;And The Flames Went Higher &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And It Burns, Burns, Burns &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ring Of Fire - Johnny Cash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2230973391679842705?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2230973391679842705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2230973391679842705' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2230973391679842705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2230973391679842705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/07/love-is-burning-thing-and-it-makes.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4579375632793366715</id><published>2010-06-24T19:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T19:27:22.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Baby, you understand me now&lt;br /&gt;If sometimes you see that I'm mad&lt;br /&gt;Don't know that no one alive can always be an angel?&lt;br /&gt;When everything goes wrong you see some bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know sometimes, baby, I'm so carefree&lt;br /&gt;With a joy that's hard to hide&lt;br /&gt;Then sometimes again it seems that all I have is worry&lt;br /&gt;And then you're bound to see my other side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I seem edgy, I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to take it out on you&lt;br /&gt;Life has its problems and I get more than my share&lt;br /&gt;But that's one thing I never mean to do 'cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, I'm just human&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know I have faults like anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself alone regretting&lt;br /&gt;Some little foolish thing, some simple thing that I've done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm just a soul whose intentions are good&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I try so hard&lt;br /&gt;So please don't let me be misunderstood &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me be misunderstood - Nina Simone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4579375632793366715?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4579375632793366715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4579375632793366715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4579375632793366715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4579375632793366715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/06/baby-you-understand-me-now-if-sometimes.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-5444584480810215571</id><published>2010-06-03T20:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:05:19.432+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A cada dia que passa, tornas-me uma pessoa melhor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5444584480810215571?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5444584480810215571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=5444584480810215571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5444584480810215571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5444584480810215571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/06/cada-dia-que-passa-tornas-me-uma-pessoa.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-5675109491924941618</id><published>2010-06-02T18:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T18:19:06.960+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel greater then the sum of all my parts &lt;br /&gt;A domestic beast with a hairy Heart's &lt;br /&gt;Trapped within a walled suburbia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my taste is somewhat underground &lt;br /&gt;Between the shadows and the cracks &lt;br /&gt;I’m building my Utopia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to break free from all that binds &lt;br /&gt;That makes me old before my time &lt;br /&gt;In this world of Dystopia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is like a bright guiding light&lt;br /&gt;Shining in the darkness of the night &lt;br /&gt;The star of my Utopia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the motion of the sea&lt;br /&gt;in the air that we breath &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stars and in the trees&lt;br /&gt;In the song of the bees &lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caged, golden memories &lt;br /&gt;Time has come to show your true feelings &lt;br /&gt;I know it’s the only way to be &lt;br /&gt;When the same old feelings come over me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel greater of all the sum of all my parts &lt;br /&gt;A space jockey from a distant star marooned upon Dystopia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my taste is somewhat underground &lt;br /&gt;Between the shadows and the cracks &lt;br /&gt;I’m building my Utopia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the motion of the sea&lt;br /&gt;In the air that we breath &lt;br /&gt;Can you feel me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stars and in the trees&lt;br /&gt;In the song of the bees &lt;br /&gt;Can you hear me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Utopia - Brendan Perry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5675109491924941618?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5675109491924941618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=5675109491924941618' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5675109491924941618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5675109491924941618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-feel-greater-then-sum-of-all-my-parts.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-412551544637513208</id><published>2010-05-30T12:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T12:15:32.900+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Obrigada por tornares o bom melhor e o mau menor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-412551544637513208?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/412551544637513208/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=412551544637513208' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/412551544637513208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/412551544637513208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/05/obrigada-por-tornares-o-bom-melhor-e-o.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7081640535489957032</id><published>2010-05-22T15:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:45:37.001+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dizer que iluminaste a minha alma quando entraste na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Dizer que tornas todos os momentos que protagonizas profundamente especiais...&lt;br /&gt;Parece inacreditavelmente pouco relativamente ao que vivo cá dentro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7081640535489957032?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7081640535489957032/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7081640535489957032' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7081640535489957032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7081640535489957032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/05/dizer-que-iluminaste-minha-alma-quando.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-3775702720588738693</id><published>2010-05-21T13:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T15:25:14.733+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tudo o que as árvores fazem é pensar. Ficam generosas à espera de chegar a uma conclusão. E se morrem não é absoluto que tenham tido resposta. Deram sombra, pássaros, fruto e vento, mas podem partir quietas, como quem tomba para dentro de si mesmo, com felicidade pelo que já passou e nenhuma mágoa, só a aceitação sábia do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poema das árvores e da aprendizagem - Valter Hugo Mãe, in Folclore Íntimo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3775702720588738693?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3775702720588738693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3775702720588738693' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3775702720588738693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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the ocean and your open vein, &lt;br /&gt;Between the snowman and the rain, &lt;br /&gt;Once again, once again, &lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The women in your scrapbook &lt;br /&gt;Whom you still praise and blame, &lt;br /&gt;You say they chained you to your fingernails &lt;br /&gt;And you climb the halls of fame. &lt;br /&gt;Oh but here, right here, &lt;br /&gt;Between the peanuts and the cage, &lt;br /&gt;Between the darkness and the stage, &lt;br /&gt;Between the hour and the age, &lt;br /&gt;Once again, once again, &lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldering your loneliness &lt;br /&gt;Like a gun that you will not learn to aim, &lt;br /&gt;You stumble into this movie house, &lt;br /&gt;Then you climb, you climb into the frame. &lt;br /&gt;Yes, and here, right here &lt;br /&gt;Between the moonlight and the lane, &lt;br /&gt;Between the tunnel and the train, &lt;br /&gt;Between the victim and his stain, &lt;br /&gt;Once again, once again, &lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave the lady meditating &lt;br /&gt;On the very love which I, I do not wish to claim, &lt;br /&gt;I journey down the hundred steps, &lt;br /&gt;But the street is still the very same. &lt;br /&gt;And here, right here, &lt;br /&gt;Between the dancer and his cane, &lt;br /&gt;Between the sailboat and the drain, &lt;br /&gt;Between the newsreel and your tiny pain, &lt;br /&gt;Once again, once again, &lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where are you, Judy, where are you, Anne? &lt;br /&gt;Where are the paths your heroes came? &lt;br /&gt;Wondering out loud as the bandage pulls away, &lt;br /&gt;Was I, was I only limping, was I really lame? &lt;br /&gt;Oh here, come over here, &lt;br /&gt;Between the windmill and the grain, &lt;br /&gt;Between the sundial and the chain, &lt;br /&gt;Between the traitor and her pain, &lt;br /&gt;Once again, once again, &lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love calls you by your name - Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7453860558945482356?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7453860558945482356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7453860558945482356' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7453860558945482356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7453860558945482356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/05/you-thought-that-it-could-never-happen.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1377329858694538873</id><published>2010-05-12T16:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T16:38:09.375+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Cohen - I'm Your Man (Live In London 2009)</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/tKjSr1zOTq0/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKjSr1zOTq0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tKjSr1zOTq0&amp;amp;hl=pt_BR&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You came to me this morning &lt;br /&gt;And you handled me like meat &lt;br /&gt;You’d have to be a man to know &lt;br /&gt;How good that feels, how sweet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mirror twin, my next of kin &lt;br /&gt;I’d know you in my sleep &lt;br /&gt;And who but you would take me in &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you opened &lt;br /&gt;Like a lily to the heat &lt;br /&gt;You see I’m just another snowman &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love &lt;br /&gt;His secondhand physique &lt;br /&gt;With all he is and all he was &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you had to lie to me &lt;br /&gt;I know you had to cheat &lt;br /&gt;To pose all hot and high &lt;br /&gt;Behind the veils of sheer deceit &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our perfect porn aristocrat &lt;br /&gt;So elegant and cheap &lt;br /&gt;I’m old but I’m still into that &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m good at love, I’m good at hate &lt;br /&gt;It’s in between I freeze &lt;br /&gt;Been working out but it’s too late &lt;br /&gt;(It’s been too late for years) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you look good, you really do &lt;br /&gt;They love you on the street &lt;br /&gt;If you were here I’d kneel for you &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The autumn moved across your skin &lt;br /&gt;Got something in my eye &lt;br /&gt;A light that doesn’t need to live &lt;br /&gt;And doesn’t need to die &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A riddle in the book of love &lt;br /&gt;Obscure and obsolete &lt;br /&gt;And witnessed here in time and blood &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still working with the wine &lt;br /&gt;Still dancing cheek to cheek &lt;br /&gt;The band is playing Auld Lang Syne &lt;br /&gt;But the heart will not retreat &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran with Diz, I sang with Ray &lt;br /&gt;I never had their sweet &lt;br /&gt;But once or twice they let me play &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved you when you opened &lt;br /&gt;Like a lily to the heat &lt;br /&gt;You see I’m just another snowman &lt;br /&gt;Standing in the rain and sleet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who loved you with his frozen love &lt;br /&gt;His secondhand physique &lt;br /&gt;With all he is and all he was &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t need to hear me now &lt;br /&gt;And every word I speak &lt;br /&gt;It counts against me anyhow &lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand kisses deep - Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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2009)'/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8758711418651693971</id><published>2010-04-29T19:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T19:47:44.290+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Vai minha tristeza&lt;br /&gt;E diz a ela que sem ela não pode ser&lt;br /&gt;Diz-lhe numa prece&lt;br /&gt;Que ela regresse&lt;br /&gt;Porque eu não posso mais sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de saudade&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é que sem ela&lt;br /&gt;Não há paz não há beleza&lt;br /&gt;É só tristeza e a melancolia&lt;br /&gt;Que não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sai de mim&lt;br /&gt;Não sai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas, se ela voltar&lt;br /&gt;Se ela voltar que coisa linda!&lt;br /&gt;Que coisa louca!&lt;br /&gt;Pois há menos peixinhos a nadar no mar&lt;br /&gt;Do que os beijinhos&lt;br /&gt;Que eu darei na sua boca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dentro dos meus braços, os abraços&lt;br /&gt;Hão-de ser milhões de abraços&lt;br /&gt;Apertado assim, colado assim, calado assim,&lt;br /&gt;Abraços e beijinhos e carinhos sem ter fim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que é pra acabar com esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você viver sem mim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você viver assim&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você longe de mim&lt;br /&gt;Vamos deixar esse negócio&lt;br /&gt;De você viver sem mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chega de saudade - Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8758711418651693971?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8726142199713812749</id><published>2010-04-28T09:00:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T09:00:01.536+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A amizade é o amor sem asas"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord George Byron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8726142199713812749?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8726142199713812749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8726142199713812749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7179244541491033072</id><published>2010-04-16T12:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T20:49:37.859+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I promise you will get old&lt;br /&gt;I promised you everything&lt;br /&gt;To protect you wherever you go&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you this diamond ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just promise you will remember&lt;br /&gt;A promise should last forever&lt;br /&gt;Right up to the dying embers&lt;br /&gt;Of a fire that burns so slow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a different day everyday&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to walk alone&lt;br /&gt;But how can we carry on&lt;br /&gt;When all of these things have gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just promise you will remember&lt;br /&gt;That promises last forever&lt;br /&gt;Still after the last dying embers&lt;br /&gt;Of a fire that burns so slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a beautiful thing to do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Remember I do love you&lt;br /&gt;Have courage in what you say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And promise you will remember&lt;br /&gt;That promises last forever&lt;br /&gt;Still after the dying embers&lt;br /&gt;The fire that burns so slowly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes you just have to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you just have to walk away&lt;br /&gt;Wishing today was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, sometimes you just have to walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises - Badly Drawn Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7179244541491033072?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6167173813460423403</id><published>2010-04-14T00:00:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T00:01:31.093+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A poesia não tem presente: ou é esperança ou saudade"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Camilo Castelo Branco&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6167173813460423403?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6167173813460423403/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6167173813460423403' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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podem.&lt;br /&gt;Mais beijo é mais. É boca aberta hiante&lt;br /&gt;para de encher-se ao que se mova nela.&lt;br /&gt;É dentes se apertando delicados.&lt;br /&gt;É língua que na boca se agitando&lt;br /&gt;irá de um corpo inteiro descobrir o gosto&lt;br /&gt;e sobretudo o que se oculta em sombras&lt;br /&gt;e nos recantos em cabelos vive.&lt;br /&gt;É beijo tudo o que de lábios seja&lt;br /&gt;quanto de lábios se deseja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Beijo - Jorge de Sena&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2078053295522514325?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2078053295522514325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2078053295522514325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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recordada num estado de tranquilidade."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William Wordsworth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7040775832933146248?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7040775832933146248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7040775832933146248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7040775832933146248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7040775832933146248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/04/poesia-e-o-transbordamento-espontaneo.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8881499064515897600</id><published>2010-04-11T17:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T00:11:25.889+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A poesia é um fogo cuja chama faz arder o espírito de quem ama."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pierre Ronsard&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8881499064515897600?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8881499064515897600/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2400530752026933677</id><published>2010-04-10T09:45:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T09:45:54.955+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Às vezes, pequenos grandes terremotos&lt;br /&gt;ocorrem do lado esquerdo do meu peito.&lt;br /&gt;Fora, não se dão conta os desatentos.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a aorta e a omoplata rolam&lt;br /&gt;alquebrados sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Entre as vértebras e as costelas&lt;br /&gt;há vários esmagamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Os mais íntimos&lt;br /&gt;já me viram remexendo escombros.&lt;br /&gt;Em mim há algo imóvel e soterrado&lt;br /&gt;em permanente assombro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assombros - Affonso Romano de Sant'Anna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1106806503633045217</id><published>2010-04-07T10:40:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T15:54:42.975+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"A pintura é uma poesia que se vê e não se sente, e a poesia é uma pintura que se sente e não se vê"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonardo Da Vinci&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1106806503633045217?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1106806503633045217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fly me to the moon &lt;br /&gt;Let me play among the stars &lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like &lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars &lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;In other words, darling, kiss me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life with song &lt;br /&gt;And let me sing for ever more &lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for &lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore &lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true &lt;br /&gt;In other words, I love you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon &lt;br /&gt;Let me play among the stars &lt;br /&gt;Let me see what spring is like &lt;br /&gt;On Jupiter and Mars &lt;br /&gt;In other words, hold my hand &lt;br /&gt;In other words, darling, kiss me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill my life with song &lt;br /&gt;Let me sing for ever more &lt;br /&gt;You are all I long for &lt;br /&gt;All I worship and adore &lt;br /&gt;In other words, please be true &lt;br /&gt;In other words, in other words&lt;br /&gt;In other words, in other words&lt;br /&gt;In other words&lt;br /&gt;I love ... you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly me to the moon - Diana Krall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3698327020350895428?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3698327020350895428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3698327020350895428' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3698327020350895428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3698327020350895428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-me-to-moon-let-me-play-among-stars.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1665652256861240313</id><published>2010-03-23T19:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-23T19:33:00.579Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well come along walk with me&lt;br /&gt;And learn the songs that lovers sing&lt;br /&gt;When they believe &lt;br /&gt;We'll dance along the river's edge&lt;br /&gt;Just arm and arm along the moonlit shore&lt;br /&gt;The midnight cries &lt;br /&gt;Well I just came to chase the blues away&lt;br /&gt;For awhile &lt;br /&gt;Just like a child you'll cling to me&lt;br /&gt;From every sound along that rushes near&lt;br /&gt;It's just the breeze that licks your skin &lt;br /&gt;and rubs your breast&lt;br /&gt;And as we lay our river's flow away&lt;br /&gt;Your woman fear &lt;br /&gt;Well I just came to chase the blues away&lt;br /&gt;For awhile &lt;br /&gt;With the morning sun we'll wake&lt;br /&gt;And lift our eyes and watch the eagle fly&lt;br /&gt;Up mountain high&lt;br /&gt;And on his wings our love will climb&lt;br /&gt;And never fail until he soars and dives&lt;br /&gt;Oh, he'll take your breath away &lt;br /&gt;Well, he just came to chase the blues away&lt;br /&gt;For awhile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chase the blues away - Tim Buckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1665652256861240313?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3128425087264276701</id><published>2010-03-22T21:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-03-22T21:18:36.865Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sim, sinceramente, amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que se passa em mim&lt;br /&gt;É assim como uma dor&lt;br /&gt;Mas que dói sem ser ruim&lt;br /&gt;Sim, é ter no coração&lt;br /&gt;Sempre uma canção&lt;br /&gt;É tão embriagador&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser, sim&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samba, samba diferente&lt;br /&gt;Isto é estar contente&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de chorar, de chorar, de chorar&lt;br /&gt;Samba, ritmo envolvente&lt;br /&gt;Como o amor da gente&lt;br /&gt;Samba em chá-chá-chá&lt;br /&gt;Chá-chá-chá&lt;br /&gt;Chá-chá-chá&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deve ser amor - Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4939190136590342953</id><published>2010-03-17T19:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2010-03-17T19:41:52.719Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sail on silver wings&lt;br /&gt;Through this storm&lt;br /&gt;What fortune love may bring&lt;br /&gt;Back to my arms again&lt;br /&gt;The love of a former golden age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.&lt;br /&gt;For now that wheels are turning,&lt;br /&gt;I find my faith deserting me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night is filled with cries of&lt;br /&gt;Dispossessed children in search of Paradise.&lt;br /&gt;A sign of unresolve that,&lt;br /&gt;Envisioned, drives the pinwheel on-and-on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take.&lt;br /&gt;When memory bears witness to&lt;br /&gt;The innocence, consumed in dying rage!&lt;br /&gt;The way lies through our love;&lt;br /&gt;There can be no other means to the end,&lt;br /&gt;Or keys to my heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never find,&lt;br /&gt;You will never find!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In power we entrust the love advocated - Dead can dance&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4939190136590342953?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4939190136590342953/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4939190136590342953' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;A meu ver é menos importante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ás vezes apetece-me oferecer-te um presente &lt;br /&gt;Mas nem sempre calha &lt;br /&gt;E quando calha é quase sempre &lt;br /&gt;Aparentemente insignificante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por exemplo gostava de te dar uma paisagem &lt;br /&gt;Com camelos e mar ao fundo &lt;br /&gt;Maravilhosa e serena &lt;br /&gt;Tranquilamente estimulante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como pintor sou um desastre &lt;br /&gt;E como economista ainda mais decepcionante &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo assim eu insisto em fazer parte &lt;br /&gt;Do teu mundo &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O boletim meteorológico anunciou calor &lt;br /&gt;Não vou duvidar &lt;br /&gt;Faz sentido no meu sistema solar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagina que sou um ilusionista &lt;br /&gt;Que arranca coisas do chão, do chapéu, do coração &lt;br /&gt;Talvez assim vejas em mim um homem novo &lt;br /&gt;Todo elegante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que na verdade sou e a verdade &lt;br /&gt;Pode ser elevada á coisa sonhada &lt;br /&gt;Reinventada por muito se querer &lt;br /&gt;E eu quero ser o teu amante &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez vou construir uma cama de espuma &lt;br /&gt;Adequada á função de voar &lt;br /&gt;Com limpa pára-nuvens &lt;br /&gt;Mesmo á altura do teu olhar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se for preciso um pára-quedas arranjam-se &lt;br /&gt;Uns milagres em bom estado prontos a usar &lt;br /&gt;Se achares que não valeu a pena, aí lamento &lt;br /&gt;Mas não posso mesmo concordar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O boletim meteorológico anunciou calor &lt;br /&gt;Não vou duvidar &lt;br /&gt;Faz sentido no meu sistema solar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boletim Meteorológico - Jorge Palma&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3348931459973761432?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-2576084446609561016</id><published>2010-02-10T11:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2010-02-10T11:23:28.038Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E a magia começou com esta música...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laughed so much, then we cried all night&lt;br /&gt;And you left your shoes in the tree, with me&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear them to your house, tonight&lt;br /&gt;Magic in the air, tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I might just try her&lt;br /&gt;How she made me feel&lt;br /&gt;Today, today, today, feels right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We slept on leaves on my drive, all night&lt;br /&gt;And you gave me no restime&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this life for me, tonight&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever seemed so bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you should lose me&lt;br /&gt;You will track me down again&lt;br /&gt;Before the summer ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Magic in the air - Badly Drawn Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2576084446609561016?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2576084446609561016/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2576084446609561016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2576084446609561016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2576084446609561016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2010/02/e-magia-comecou-com-esta-musica.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6136972673539130858</id><published>2010-01-29T23:44:00.002Z</published><updated>2010-01-29T23:55:44.106Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Para ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É melhor ser alegre que ser triste&lt;br /&gt;Alegria é a melhor coisa que existe&lt;br /&gt;É assim como a luz no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas pra fazer um samba com beleza&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;É preciso um bocado de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Senão, não se faz um samba não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senão é como amar uma mulher só linda&lt;br /&gt;E daí? Uma mulher tem que ter&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa além de beleza&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa de triste&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que chora&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer coisa que sente saudade&lt;br /&gt;Um molejo de amor machucado&lt;br /&gt;Uma beleza que vem da tristeza&lt;br /&gt;De se saber mulher&lt;br /&gt;Feita apenas para amar&lt;br /&gt;Para sofrer pelo seu amor&lt;br /&gt;E pra ser só perdão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazer samba não é contar piada&lt;br /&gt;E quem faz samba assim não é de nada&lt;br /&gt;O bom samba é uma forma de oração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba é a tristeza que balança&lt;br /&gt;E a tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza tem sempre uma esperança&lt;br /&gt;De um dia não ser mais triste não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feito essa gente que anda por aí&lt;br /&gt;Brincando com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado, companheiro!&lt;br /&gt;A vida é pra valer&lt;br /&gt;E não se engane não, tem uma só&lt;br /&gt;Duas mesmo que é bom&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém vai me dizer que tem&lt;br /&gt;Sem provar muito bem provado&lt;br /&gt;Com certidão passada em cartório do céu&lt;br /&gt;E assinado embaixo: Deus&lt;br /&gt;E com firma reconhecida!&lt;br /&gt;A vida não é brincadeira, amigo&lt;br /&gt;A vida é arte do encontro&lt;br /&gt;Embora haja tanto desencontro pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Há sempre uma mulher à sua espera&lt;br /&gt;Com os olhos cheios de carinho&lt;br /&gt;E as mãos cheias de perdão&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor na sua vida&lt;br /&gt;Como no seu samba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;br /&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que tem um samba, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu, por exemplo, o capitão do mato&lt;br /&gt;Vinicius de Moraes&lt;br /&gt;Poeta e diplomata&lt;br /&gt;O branco mais preto do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Na linha direta de Xangô, saravá!&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Senhora&lt;br /&gt;A maior ialorixá da Bahia&lt;br /&gt;Terra de Caymmi e João Gilberto&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Pixinguinha&lt;br /&gt;Tu que choraste na flauta&lt;br /&gt;Todas as minhas mágoas de amor&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Sinhô, a benção, Cartola&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Ismael Silva&lt;br /&gt;Sua bênção, Heitor dos Prazeres&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Nelson Cavaquinho&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Geraldo Pereira&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, meu bom Cyro Monteiro&lt;br /&gt;Você, sobrinho de Nonô&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Noel, sua bênção, Ary&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, todos os grandes&lt;br /&gt;Sambistas do Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Branco, preto, mulato&lt;br /&gt;Lindo como a pele macia de Oxum&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, maestro Antonio Carlos Jobim&lt;br /&gt;Parceiro e amigo querido&lt;br /&gt;Que já viajaste tantas canções comigo&lt;br /&gt;E ainda há tantas por viajar&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, Carlinhos Lyra&lt;br /&gt;Parceiro cem por cento&lt;br /&gt;Você que une a ação ao sentimento&lt;br /&gt;E ao pensamento&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, a bênção, Baden Powell&lt;br /&gt;Amigo novo, parceiro novo&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeste este samba comigo&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, amigo&lt;br /&gt;A bênção, maestro Moacir Santos&lt;br /&gt;Não és um só, és tantos como&lt;br /&gt;O meu Brasil de todos os santos&lt;br /&gt;Inclusive meu São Sebastião&lt;br /&gt;Saravá! A bênção, que eu vou partir&lt;br /&gt;Eu vou ter que dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponha um pouco de amor numa cadência&lt;br /&gt;E vai ver que ninguém no mundo vence&lt;br /&gt;A beleza que tem um samba, não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque o samba nasceu lá na Bahia&lt;br /&gt;E se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Se hoje ele é branco na poesia&lt;br /&gt;Ele é negro demais no coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samba da bênção - Vinicius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6136972673539130858?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6136972673539130858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6136972673539130858' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6212167450868570824</id><published>2009-12-11T17:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-11T17:57:57.749Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You shot me up, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You filled my cup, oh&lt;br /&gt;You sailed my boat&lt;br /&gt;You were my last hope&lt;br /&gt;You took my very last hope away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, you will be loved by someone good&lt;br /&gt;And you, you will be loved by somebody good&lt;br /&gt;You have been loved&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You dropped the bomb&lt;br /&gt;And now you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I held you dear&lt;br /&gt;You swallowed my fears&lt;br /&gt;And now I've drunk my last beer with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh you, you have been loved by someone good&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you, you will be loved&lt;br /&gt;Oh will you ever know&lt;br /&gt;That the bitterness and anger left me long ago&lt;br /&gt;Only sadness remains&lt;br /&gt;And it will pass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah you you will be loved by somebody good&lt;br /&gt;By somebody good &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be loved - Sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6212167450868570824?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6212167450868570824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6212167450868570824' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Under a lilac tree &lt;br /&gt;I made wine from the lilac tree &lt;br /&gt;Put my heart in its recipe &lt;br /&gt;It makes me see what I want to see &lt;br /&gt;and be what I want to be &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think more than I want to think &lt;br /&gt;Do things I never should do &lt;br /&gt;I drink much more than I ought to drink &lt;br /&gt;Because I brings me back you... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilac wine is sweet and heady, &lt;br /&gt;like my love &lt;br /&gt;Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, &lt;br /&gt;like my love &lt;br /&gt;Listen to me... &lt;br /&gt;I cannot see clearly &lt;br /&gt;Isn`t that he coming to me nearly here? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilac wine is sweet and heady &lt;br /&gt;where`s my love? &lt;br /&gt;Lilac wine, I feel unsteady, &lt;br /&gt;where`s my love? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me, why is everything so hazy? &lt;br /&gt;Isn`t that he, or am I just going crazy, dear? &lt;br /&gt;Lilac Wine, I feel unready &lt;br /&gt;for my love...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lilac wine - Jeff Buckley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2821365855918773217?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2821365855918773217/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2821365855918773217' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2821365855918773217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2821365855918773217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-lost-myself-on-cool-damp-night-gave.html' 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title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-5440656470357729451</id><published>2009-12-05T04:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-12-06T04:58:12.714Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Silent night,&lt;br /&gt;Broken night.&lt;br /&gt;All is fallen,&lt;br /&gt;When you take your flight&lt;br /&gt;I found some hate for you,&lt;br /&gt;just for show.&lt;br /&gt;You found some love for me,&lt;br /&gt;thinking I'd go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't keep me from crying to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night,&lt;br /&gt;Moonlit night.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing's changed.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right.&lt;br /&gt;I should be stronger then,&lt;br /&gt;weeping alone.&lt;br /&gt;You should be weaker then,&lt;br /&gt;sending me home.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop you fighting to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep in heavenly peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent night - Damien Rice&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5440656470357729451?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5440656470357729451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=5440656470357729451' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5440656470357729451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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&lt;br /&gt;But you're too tongue-tied to say hi to me, &lt;br /&gt;You could make it happen so easily &lt;br /&gt;Woah, I'll tell you why boy, &lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm looking for a shy boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys advertise &lt;br /&gt;By making eyes and telling lies &lt;br /&gt;If you only knew, &lt;br /&gt;You could make your dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is ask me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was a quiz on a TV show &lt;br /&gt;And the prize was a guy who would love me so &lt;br /&gt;Whatever they ask, the answer I know &lt;br /&gt;Hey, my reply boy &lt;br /&gt;Is gimme a shy boy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most guys advertise &lt;br /&gt;By making eyes and telling lies &lt;br /&gt;If you only knew &lt;br /&gt;You could make your dreams come true &lt;br /&gt;All you gotta do is ask me to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some guys act a bit too sure &lt;br /&gt;And maybe you're thinkin' that less is more &lt;br /&gt;But Honey, you still gotta knock on my door &lt;br /&gt;Hey, just try boy, &lt;br /&gt;And you could be my boy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you why boy &lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a shy boy, &lt;br /&gt;Just try boy, you're such a shy boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shy boy - Katie Melua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5067903262090941969?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5067903262090941969/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=5067903262090941969' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5067903262090941969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5067903262090941969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/12/im-sittin-in-window-of-street-cafe.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8211012529195967137</id><published>2009-11-28T20:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T20:59:00.438Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No I won’t interfere&lt;br /&gt;I’m the only sound you’ll ever need to hear&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my breathe so near&lt;br /&gt;Allow me to be every noise in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that day I wake up early&lt;br /&gt;Every morning which is good&lt;br /&gt;But my stomach’s churning, call me,&lt;br /&gt;It would be nice if you could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some days I question&lt;br /&gt;The suggestion&lt;br /&gt;You might not exist at all&lt;br /&gt;Can we meet and talk it over&lt;br /&gt;Would you be kind enough to call&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over&lt;br /&gt;It’s over all over&lt;br /&gt;And over and over and over&lt;br /&gt;And over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there’s no middle ground&lt;br /&gt;Your off in another story&lt;br /&gt;Or merry-go-round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No there’ll be no measured terms&lt;br /&gt;You fly in the face of the way the world turns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a frozen tidal wave&lt;br /&gt;Since that day I’m standing still&lt;br /&gt;You brought me here and I accept&lt;br /&gt;Though you regret I never will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one sweet word&lt;br /&gt;And then a smile from you&lt;br /&gt;Is almost worth everything&lt;br /&gt;I’ve given all I had to give&lt;br /&gt;But you gave up giving in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everywhere I go&lt;br /&gt;All the places we have been&lt;br /&gt;I can’t imagine where you are&lt;br /&gt;For you are all I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve ever seen&lt;br /&gt;Places that I go&lt;br /&gt;Places that we’ve been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over and over - Moloko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8211012529195967137?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8211012529195967137/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8211012529195967137' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8211012529195967137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8211012529195967137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/no-i-wont-interfere-im-only-sound-youll.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1874758047833394630</id><published>2009-11-27T11:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-28T11:56:02.857Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never doubted it&lt;br /&gt;What’s for you will not pass you by&lt;br /&gt;I never questioned it&lt;br /&gt;It was decided before I asked why&lt;br /&gt;It’s all there ever was&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all there ever will be&lt;br /&gt;How could you have questioned us?&lt;br /&gt;It’s yourself you deceive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hush now&lt;br /&gt;No need to say the words&lt;br /&gt;At first sight you perfectly heard&lt;br /&gt;Love in all its entirety&lt;br /&gt;Is no less than we deserve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, your face &lt;br /&gt;Some place &lt;br /&gt;I felt this feeling before&lt;br /&gt;Is it deja vu?&lt;br /&gt;Do I somehow know you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;We say it all without&lt;br /&gt;Ever speaking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ever speaking)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;To this familiar feeling&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can come close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiar feelings - Moloko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1874758047833394630?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1874758047833394630/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=1874758047833394630' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1874758047833394630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1874758047833394630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-can-come-close-nothing-can-come.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3771952570236723112</id><published>2009-11-25T13:16:00.001Z</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:16:56.505Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have no fear&lt;br /&gt;For when I'm alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll be better off than I was before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this light&lt;br /&gt;I'll be around to grow&lt;br /&gt;Who I was before&lt;br /&gt;I cannot recall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights allow me to feel...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling...I am falling&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I am falling safely to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Ah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take this soul that's inside me now&lt;br /&gt;Like a brand new friend&lt;br /&gt;I'll forever know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got this light&lt;br /&gt;And the will to show&lt;br /&gt;I will always be better than before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights allow me to feel...&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling...I am falling&lt;br /&gt;The lights go out&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;I am falling safely to the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long nights - Eddie Vedder (Into the wild OST)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3771952570236723112?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6832328824813211537</id><published>2009-11-24T12:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-24T12:27:00.468Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>All possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Are landing at my feet&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can see&lt;br /&gt;But possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All colours are changing in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your hopes are all fading, that will never do&lt;br /&gt;You're seeing the world through cynical eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing the world through the eyes of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's a hope left, there's a dream still in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Look past the answers, there's a chance that there's no rulebook for this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Are landing at my feet&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can see&lt;br /&gt;But possibilities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the colours are changing in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Your hopes are all fading, that will never do&lt;br /&gt;You're seeing the world through cynical eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm seeing the world through the eyes of somebody new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's a hope left, there's a dream still in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Look past the answers, there's a chance that there's no rulebook for this love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All possibilities - Badly Drawn Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6832328824813211537?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6832328824813211537/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6832328824813211537' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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a kiss - Badly Drawn Boy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7081427796202809477?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7081427796202809477/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7081427796202809477' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7081427796202809477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7081427796202809477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/theres-million-things-to-miss-like.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-409368605328072926</id><published>2009-11-22T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:33:00.239Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You can be my alphabet and I will be your calculator&lt;br /&gt;And together we'll work out on the escalator&lt;br /&gt;I will time you as you run up the down&lt;br /&gt;And you'll measure my footsteps as I pleasure this town&lt;br /&gt;The mean of our heights is divided by the nights&lt;br /&gt;Which is times'd by the daggers and the root of all our fights,&lt;br /&gt;The pass of your poem is to swathe me in your knowing&lt;br /&gt;And the beauty of the word is that you don't have to show it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh academia you can't pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Soothe me with your words when I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a dash and you are a dot&lt;br /&gt;When will you see that I am all that you've got&lt;br /&gt;I'm a binary code that you cracked long ago&lt;br /&gt;But to you I'm just a novel that you wish you'd never wrote&lt;br /&gt;I'm greater than x and lesser than y, so why is it&lt;br /&gt;That I still can't catch your eye?&lt;br /&gt;You're a cryptic crossword, a song I've never heard&lt;br /&gt;While I sit here drawing circles I'm afraid of being hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh academia you can't pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Soothe me with your words when I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a difficult equation with a knack for heart evasion&lt;br /&gt;Will you listen to my proof or will you add another page on&lt;br /&gt;It appears to me the graph has come and stolen all the laughs&lt;br /&gt;It appears to me the pen has over analysed again&lt;br /&gt;And if I am a number I'm infinity plus one&lt;br /&gt;And if you are five words you are afraid to be the one&lt;br /&gt;And if you are a number you're infinity plus one&lt;br /&gt;And if I am four words then I am needing all your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh academia you can't pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Soothe me with your words when I need your love&lt;br /&gt;Academia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Academia - Sia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-409368605328072926?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/409368605328072926/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=409368605328072926' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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many and not too far apart&lt;br /&gt;If there's some blood left in your heart&lt;br /&gt;Well, let our loving finally start&lt;br /&gt;If you run, you can catch me&lt;br /&gt;It's wide but not too short&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the wistle blow and feelings go&lt;br /&gt;I want to be done with everything I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's the best prison waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's yours and it's especially mine&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to stand on my feet&lt;br /&gt;With this weight of vagrancy&lt;br /&gt;I've been trying to tell the difference &lt;br /&gt;Between the road and my street&lt;br /&gt;But there's an Eden I shouldn't eat&lt;br /&gt;When I'm done dancing to this beat&lt;br /&gt;On my headstone it'll be written&lt;br /&gt;"Life is hard even if you cheat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to hear the wistle blow&lt;br /&gt;And the feet is row&lt;br /&gt;I want to be done with everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;The difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's the best prison waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's yours and it's especially mine&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like there ain't nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;With a switch like that&lt;br /&gt;It's just mean to keep it on&lt;br /&gt;Don't act like there ain't nothing wrong&lt;br /&gt;With a switch like that&lt;br /&gt;It's just mean to keep it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's the past prison waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's yours and it's especially mine&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;It's the best prison waiting in line&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;I know she's yours but she's especially mine&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;Woah&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time&lt;br /&gt;She ain't yours and she sure ain't mine&lt;br /&gt;She ain't yours and she sure ain't mine&lt;br /&gt;Difference all the time&lt;br /&gt;Difference all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Difference is time - Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-5199548471198887539?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/5199548471198887539/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=5199548471198887539' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/5199548471198887539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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sente comigo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, nesta mesa de bar&lt;br /&gt;Beba do meu copo&lt;br /&gt;Me dê o seu ombro&lt;br /&gt;Que é para eu chorar&lt;br /&gt;Chorar de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza de amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bom dia, Tristeza - Vinícius de Moraes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4517083069004480046?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4517083069004480046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4517083069004480046' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4517083069004480046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-369075386597112037</id><published>2009-11-18T22:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-11-19T21:09:44.386Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;So special&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;You are gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Or what is more important&lt;br /&gt;That a dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was peaking&lt;br /&gt;But it hasn't happened yet&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been given&lt;br /&gt;My best souvenir&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;But I haven't met you yet&lt;br /&gt;I know your habits&lt;br /&gt;But wouldn't recognize you yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you believe in dreams &lt;br /&gt;Or what is more important&lt;br /&gt;That a dream can come true&lt;br /&gt;I will meet you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so impatient &lt;br /&gt;I can't stand the wait &lt;br /&gt;When will I get my cuddle?&lt;br /&gt;Who are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know by now that you'll arrive&lt;br /&gt;By the time I stop waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you - Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-369075386597112037?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/369075386597112037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=369075386597112037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/369075386597112037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/369075386597112037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-miss-you-but-i-havent-met-you-yet-so.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8852787665295755270</id><published>2009-10-31T20:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2009-10-31T20:33:33.297Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Don't go changing, to try and please me &lt;br /&gt;You never let me down before &lt;br /&gt;Don't imagine you're too familiar &lt;br /&gt;And I don't see you anymore &lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't leave you in times of trouble &lt;br /&gt;We never could have come this far &lt;br /&gt;I took the good times, I'll take the bad times &lt;br /&gt;I'll take you just the way you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't go trying some new fashion &lt;br /&gt;Don't change the color of your hair &lt;br /&gt;You always have my unspoken passion &lt;br /&gt;Although I might not seem to care &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want clever conversation &lt;br /&gt;I never want to work that hard &lt;br /&gt;I just want someone that I can talk to &lt;br /&gt;I want you just the way you are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that you will always be &lt;br /&gt;The same old someone that I knew &lt;br /&gt;What will it take till you believe in me &lt;br /&gt;The way that I believe in you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you and that's forever &lt;br /&gt;And this I promise from the heart &lt;br /&gt;I could not love you any better &lt;br /&gt;I love you just the way you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the way you are - Diana Krall&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8852787665295755270?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8852787665295755270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8852787665295755270' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8852787665295755270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8852787665295755270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387438718630199954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring fresh showers for the thirsting flowers,&lt;br /&gt;From the seas and the streams;&lt;br /&gt;I bear light shade for the leaves when laid&lt;br /&gt;In their noonday dreams.&lt;br /&gt;From my wings are shaken the dews that waken&lt;br /&gt;The sweet buds every one,&lt;br /&gt;When rocked to rest on their mother's breast,&lt;br /&gt;As she dances about the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I wield the flail of the lashing hail,&lt;br /&gt;And whiten the green plains under,&lt;br /&gt;And then again I dissolve it in rain,&lt;br /&gt;And laugh as I pass in thunder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sift the snow on the mountains below,&lt;br /&gt;And their great pines groan aghast;&lt;br /&gt;And all the night 'tis my pillow white,&lt;br /&gt;While I sleep in the arms of the blast.&lt;br /&gt;Sublime on the towers of my skiey bowers,&lt;br /&gt;Lightning, my pilot, sits;&lt;br /&gt;In a cavern under is fettered the thunder,&lt;br /&gt;It struggles and howls at fits;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over earth and ocean, with gentle motion,&lt;br /&gt;This pilot is guiding me,&lt;br /&gt;Lured by the love of the genii that move&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of the purple sea;&lt;br /&gt;Over the rills, and the crags, and the hills,&lt;br /&gt;Over the lakes and the plains,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever he dream, under mountain or stream,&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit he loves remains;&lt;br /&gt;And I all the while bask in Heaven's blue smile,&lt;br /&gt;Whilst he is dissolving in rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sanguine Sunrise, with his meteor eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And his burning plumes outspread,&lt;br /&gt;Leaps on the back of my sailing rack,&lt;br /&gt;When the morning star shines dead;&lt;br /&gt;As on the jag of a mountain crag,&lt;br /&gt;Which an earthquake rocks and swings,&lt;br /&gt;An eagle alit one moment may sit&lt;br /&gt;In the light of its golden wings.&lt;br /&gt;And when Sunset may breathe, from the lit sea beneath,&lt;br /&gt;Its ardors of rest and of love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the crimson pall of eve may fall&lt;br /&gt;From the depth of Heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;With wings folded I rest, on mine aery nest,&lt;br /&gt;As still as a brooding dove.&lt;br /&gt;That orbed maiden with white fire laden,&lt;br /&gt;Whom mortals call the Moon,&lt;br /&gt;Glides glimmering o'er my fleece-like floor,&lt;br /&gt;By the midnight breezes strewn;&lt;br /&gt;And wherever the beat of her unseen feet,&lt;br /&gt;Which only the angels hear,&lt;br /&gt;May have broken the woof of my tent's thin roof,&lt;br /&gt;The stars peep behind her and peer;&lt;br /&gt;And I laugh to see them whirl and flee,&lt;br /&gt;Like a swarm of golden bees,&lt;br /&gt;When I widen the rent in my wind-built tent,&lt;br /&gt;Till the calm rivers, lakes, and seas,&lt;br /&gt;Like strips of the sky fallen through me on high,&lt;br /&gt;Are each paved with the moon and these.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bind the Sun's throne with a burning zone,&lt;br /&gt;And the Moon's with a girdle of pearl;&lt;br /&gt;The volcanoes are dim, and the stars reel and swim&lt;br /&gt;When the whirlwinds my banner unfurl.&lt;br /&gt;From cape to cape, with a bridge-like shape,&lt;br /&gt;Over a torrent sea,&lt;br /&gt;Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof,--&lt;br /&gt;The mountains its columns be.&lt;br /&gt;The triumphal arch through which I march&lt;br /&gt;With hurricane, fire, and snow,&lt;br /&gt;When the Powers of the air are chained to my chair,&lt;br /&gt;Is the million-colored bow;&lt;br /&gt;The sphere-fire above its soft colors wove,&lt;br /&gt;While the moist Earth was laughing below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the daughter of Earth and Water,&lt;br /&gt;And the nursling of the Sky;&lt;br /&gt;I pass through the pores of the ocean and shores;&lt;br /&gt;I change, but I cannot die.&lt;br /&gt;For after the rain when with never a stain&lt;br /&gt;The pavilion of Heaven is bare,&lt;br /&gt;And the winds and sunbeams with their convex gleams&lt;br /&gt;Build up the blue dome of air,&lt;br /&gt;I silently laugh at my own cenotaph,&lt;br /&gt;And out of the caverns of rain,&lt;br /&gt;Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb,&lt;br /&gt;I arise and unbuild it again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cloud - Percy Bysshe Shelley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-971667490381563544?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/971667490381563544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=971667490381563544' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/971667490381563544'/><link rel='self' 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blog e dos comentários...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui tomada por uma doce melancolia...&lt;br /&gt;Recordar o vivido, o que mudou, o que mudei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fui surpreendida e assaltada por estas palavras...&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeiras, lindas, e que nada mais deixam por dizer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Já ninguém aceita a paixão pura, a saudade sem fim, a tristeza, o desequilíbrio, o medo, o custo, o amor, a doença que é como um cancro a comer-nos o coração e que nos canta no peito ao mesmo tempo? (…) O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. O amor não é para ser uma ajudinha. Não é para ser o alívio, o repouso, o intervalo, a pancadinha nas costas, a pausa que refresca, o pronto-socorro da tortuosa estrada da vida, o nosso "dá lá um jeitinho sentimental". (…) O nosso amor não é para nos compreender, não é para nos ajudar, não é para nos fazer felizes. Tanto pode como não pode. Tanto faz. É uma questão de azar. (…) O nosso amor não é para nos amar, para nos levar de repente ao céu, a tempo ainda de apanhar um bocadinho de inferno aberto. O amor é uma coisa, a vida é outra. (…) Não é para perceber. É sinal de amor puro não se perceber, amar e não se ter, querer e não guardar a esperança, doer sem ficar magoado, viver sozinho, triste, mas mais acompanhado de quem vive feliz."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miguel Esteves Cardoso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-2122558629940812185?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/2122558629940812185/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=2122558629940812185' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2122558629940812185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/2122558629940812185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/09/hoje-dediquei-algum-tempo-reler-parte.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6110518190501275418</id><published>2009-08-26T20:31:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:31:39.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You'll be given love&lt;br /&gt;you'll be taken care of&lt;br /&gt;you'll be given love&lt;br /&gt;you have to trust it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not from the sources&lt;br /&gt;you have poured yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe not from the directions&lt;br /&gt;you are staring at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust your head around&lt;br /&gt;it's all around you&lt;br /&gt;all is full of love&lt;br /&gt;all around you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love : you just ain't receiving&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love : your phone is off the hook&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love : your doors are all shut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All is full of love - Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6110518190501275418?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6110518190501275418/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6110518190501275418' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6110518190501275418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6110518190501275418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/08/youll-be-given-love-youll-be-taken-care.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4206173163228665651</id><published>2009-08-24T22:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T20:29:06.393+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Your flirt&lt;br /&gt;it finds me out&lt;br /&gt;teases the crack in me&lt;br /&gt;smittens me with hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as I definitely enjoy solitude&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't mind, perhaps&lt;br /&gt;spending little time with you&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly maybe probably love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncertainty excites me, baby&lt;br /&gt;who knows what's going to happen?&lt;br /&gt;lottery or car crash - or you'll join a cult&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably maybe possibly love (...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possibly Maybe - Bjork&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4206173163228665651?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4206173163228665651/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4206173163228665651' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4206173163228665651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4206173163228665651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/08/your-flirt-it-finds-me-out-teases-crack.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6235542481602912417</id><published>2009-07-14T20:22:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T20:24:52.518+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a partner&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to strike me down in anger&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a boxer&lt;br /&gt;I will step into the ring for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want a doctor&lt;br /&gt;I'll examine every inch of you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a driver&lt;br /&gt;Climb inside&lt;br /&gt;Or if you want to take me for a ride&lt;br /&gt;You know you can&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the moons too bright&lt;br /&gt;The chains too tight&lt;br /&gt;The beast wont go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I've been running through these promises to you&lt;br /&gt;That I made and I could not keep&lt;br /&gt;Ah but a man never got a woman back&lt;br /&gt;Not by begging on his knees&lt;br /&gt;Or I'd crawl to you baby&lt;br /&gt;And I'd fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;And I'd howl at your beauty&lt;br /&gt;Like a dog in heat&lt;br /&gt;And I'd claw at your heart&lt;br /&gt;And I'd tear at your sheet&lt;br /&gt;I'd say please, please&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you've got to sleep&lt;br /&gt;A moment on the road&lt;br /&gt;I will steer for you&lt;br /&gt;And if you want to work the street alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll disappear for you&lt;br /&gt;If you want a father for your child&lt;br /&gt;Or only want to walk with me a while&lt;br /&gt;Across the sand&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want a lover&lt;br /&gt;I'll do anything you ask me to&lt;br /&gt;And if you want another kind of love&lt;br /&gt;I'll wear a mask for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your man - Leonard Cohen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6235542481602912417?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6235542481602912417/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6235542481602912417' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6235542481602912417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6235542481602912417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-you-want-lover-ill-do-anything-you.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3139935064600049854</id><published>2009-07-13T18:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T18:57:16.770+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>E faz hoje três anos a primeira vez que te vi e te toquei...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3139935064600049854?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3139935064600049854/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3139935064600049854' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3139935064600049854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3139935064600049854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/07/e-faz-hoje-tres-anos-primeira-vez-que.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3829486879675170439</id><published>2009-05-24T03:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T03:27:32.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Que faço com as horas do dia?&lt;br /&gt;Que faço com as palavras e as folhas em branco?&lt;br /&gt;De que servem se não existem para ti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3829486879675170439?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3829486879675170439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3829486879675170439' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3829486879675170439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3829486879675170439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/05/que-faco-com-as-horas-do-dia-que-faco.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3316687971695851219</id><published>2009-05-19T21:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:11:00.157+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tenho dias em que sinto que me estou a levantar...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho outros em que me sinto cair novamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas acredito que um dia... Um dia...&lt;br /&gt;Vou conseguir voltar a acreditar em mim...&lt;br /&gt;E conseguir ser a pessoa que julgava ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou! É certo!&lt;br /&gt;Infelizmente...&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa!&lt;br /&gt;Mas obrigada por me teres mostrado quem sou realmente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora quando me levantar...&lt;br /&gt;Quando me conseguir erguer da tua perda...&lt;br /&gt;Vou lutar por ser quem eu quero ser...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3316687971695851219?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3316687971695851219/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3316687971695851219' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3316687971695851219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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I might try to force myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should i&lt;br /&gt;Face up to&lt;br /&gt;Another waking day&lt;br /&gt;When there's a chance you'll come to me&lt;br /&gt;In dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world just keeps&lt;br /&gt;Right on&lt;br /&gt;Turning anyway&lt;br /&gt;While I stay home and watch the shadow play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocence is lost into the dark&lt;br /&gt;If I were dynamite would you provide the spark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Though you dare to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I am always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forbid me&lt;br /&gt;The more I need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;If you dare to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I'm always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forbid me&lt;br /&gt;The more I need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only you could see my life&lt;br /&gt;Turning inside out&lt;br /&gt;A heart that keeps attacking me&lt;br /&gt;Always in my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if my skin were glass my love&lt;br /&gt;You would see a heart that keeps on beating&lt;br /&gt;Only in the hope that you'll return, to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Though you dare to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I'm always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forbid me&lt;br /&gt;The more I need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;Though you dare to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I am always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forbid me&lt;br /&gt;The more I need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Though you dare to deny it&lt;br /&gt;I'm always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;And the more you forbid me&lt;br /&gt;The more I need you to give me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminded of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always reminded of you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you - Moloko&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6955437848120285775?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6955437848120285775/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6955437848120285775' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6955437848120285775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6955437848120285775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-want-you-though-you-dare-to-deny-it.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3022948157459988708</id><published>2008-12-31T12:33:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-31T12:33:27.167Z</updated><title type='text'>The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/mQ66zPjRlkE' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/mQ66zPjRlkE'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Amo esta música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the night, Lilah&lt;br /&gt;A little girl lost in the woods&lt;br /&gt;You're a folktale&lt;br /&gt;The unexplainable&lt;br /&gt;You're a bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;The one that keeps the curtains closed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too dark to see the landmarks&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want your good luck charms&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're waiting for me &lt;br /&gt;Across your carpet of stars&lt;br /&gt;You're the night, Lilah&lt;br /&gt;You're everything that we can't see&lt;br /&gt;Lilah&lt;br /&gt;You're the possibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;The one that keeps the curtains closed&lt;br /&gt;And I hope you're waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unknown the unlit world of old&lt;br /&gt;You're the sounds I've never heard before&lt;br /&gt;Off the map where the wild things grow&lt;br /&gt;Another world outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Here I stand I'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;Driving down the pitch black road&lt;br /&gt;Lilah you're my only home&lt;br /&gt;And I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a bedtime story &lt;br /&gt;The one that keeps the curtains closed&lt;br /&gt;I hope you're waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;I can't make it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night - Morphine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3022948157459988708?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3022948157459988708/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3022948157459988708' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3022948157459988708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3022948157459988708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/night.html' title='The Night'/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-4194188395033688683</id><published>2008-12-30T18:11:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-12-30T18:11:14.679Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tu dormes a meu lado e o meu corpo desperta&lt;br /&gt;Examino cada milímetro da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;Desço cada grau de inclinação para teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;E, perante o turbilhão que possui o meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;Tu dormes tranquilo…&lt;br /&gt;Cada partícula do teu corpo dormente acorda minha alma envelhecida&lt;br /&gt;E sinto-me presa no emaranhado de sentidos teus&lt;br /&gt;Não importa mais quem eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;O que tenho, para onde vou,&lt;br /&gt;Só me importa com quem!&lt;br /&gt;Vens comigo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 de Maio de 2007&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4194188395033688683?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4194188395033688683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4194188395033688683' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4194188395033688683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4194188395033688683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/tu-dormes-meu-lado-e-o-meu-corpo.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7363361167482812039</id><published>2008-12-21T02:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-21T02:36:26.091Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sei que já não há nada a dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Já não há nada a discutir...&lt;br /&gt;Quando choro sozinha no quarto&lt;br /&gt;E não me procuras sequer para um abraço&lt;br /&gt;ou dizer 'vai correr tudo bem'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí sim...&lt;br /&gt;Não há como apagar a solidão...&lt;br /&gt;A dor que me rasga as entranhas...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7363361167482812039?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7363361167482812039/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7363361167482812039' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7363361167482812039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7363361167482812039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/12/sei-que-j-no-h-nada-dizer.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-1978076651936380685</id><published>2008-12-08T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:17:14.666Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A minha mente está vazia&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração parado&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou à espera... à espera...&lt;br /&gt;À espera de encontrar um Tu que me faça ser mais Eu&lt;br /&gt;Uma pessoa que veja o Eu que encerro&lt;br /&gt;Que o compreenda mesmo quando não concorde&lt;br /&gt;Que o ame mesmo que o surpreenda&lt;br /&gt;Estou à espera... à espera...&lt;br /&gt;De encontrar uma pessoa que me ache capaz de a fazer feliz&lt;br /&gt;Que confie, que oiça e que fale&lt;br /&gt;Que dê e que aceite receber&lt;br /&gt;Que me veja e que se mostre&lt;br /&gt;Que me ame e queira ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Estou à espera... à espera...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, estou à espera de ti&lt;br /&gt;Sei quem és e quem eu quero ser&lt;br /&gt;Sei que vales a espera&lt;br /&gt;E eu espero!&lt;br /&gt;Espero que chegue o momento certo&lt;br /&gt;Espero que te sintas pronto para confiar&lt;br /&gt;Para te dares&lt;br /&gt;Para te mostrares&lt;br /&gt;Eu espero!&lt;br /&gt;Espero calada, quieta, sem pressas&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou à espera... à espera...&lt;br /&gt;De ti!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;10 de Janeiro de 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7602738869497778733</id><published>2008-11-16T20:11:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-11-16T20:14:37.736Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fragmentos de mim vagueiam pelos papéis casa afora...&lt;br /&gt;Procuram por ti!&lt;br /&gt;Tu não estás...&lt;br /&gt;De que serve minha alma se tu não estás?&lt;br /&gt;De que serve meu corpo... Minha vida?&lt;br /&gt;Se tu não vês o que sempre escondi do mundo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7602738869497778733?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7602738869497778733/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7602738869497778733' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7602738869497778733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7602738869497778733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/11/fragmentos-de-mim-vagueiam-pelos-papis.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-3551632778868601718</id><published>2008-11-13T22:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-14T07:12:33.060Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sou uma morta que vagueia pelas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada vive dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Saio do trabalho, desco a avenida,&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas correm-me pela pele...&lt;br /&gt;De que valeu tudo que dei,&lt;br /&gt;De que valeu tudo o que fiz,&lt;br /&gt;Se nada faz sentido agora?&lt;br /&gt;Se todos os meus planos se esvaneceram no ar?&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;Sou uma morta que vagueia pelas ruas.&lt;br /&gt;Nada vive dentro de mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-3551632778868601718?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/3551632778868601718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=3551632778868601718' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3551632778868601718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/3551632778868601718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/11/sou-uma-morta-que-vagueia-pelas-ruas.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-7084225065950038965</id><published>2008-11-02T12:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-11-02T12:54:40.593Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width=350 align=center border=0 cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#EEEEEE" align=center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Georgia, Times New Roman, Times, serif" style='color:black; font-size: 14pt;'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Are Expressionism&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.blogthingsimages.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/expressionism.jpg" height="100" width="100"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moody, emotional, and even a bit angsty... you certainly know how to express your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times, you tend to lack perspective on your life, probably as a result of looking inward too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This introspection does give you a flair for the dramatic. And it's even maybe made you cultivate some artistic talents!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have a true artist's temperament... which is a blessing and a curse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/whatartmovementareyouquiz/"&gt;What Art Movement Are You?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7084225065950038965?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/7084225065950038965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=7084225065950038965' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7084225065950038965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/7084225065950038965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/11/you-are-expressionism-moody-emotional.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-8371374041310577873</id><published>2008-10-28T15:44:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-10-28T15:46:57.311Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Intoxicaste-me a alma!&lt;br /&gt;Não há para onde olhe que não te veja.&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;Especialmente dentro de mim...&lt;br /&gt;De que vale teres-me deixado a alma se levaste contigo o que escrever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8371374041310577873?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8371374041310577873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8371374041310577873' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8371374041310577873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8371374041310577873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/10/intoxicaste-me-alma-no-h-para-onde-olhe.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-7728642520723225833</id><published>2008-10-08T21:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T21:21:55.970+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Há pessoas fantásticas, não há???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-7728642520723225833?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-6396128408082562961</id><published>2008-09-22T20:50:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:52:32.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Meet me by the entrance of the tube&lt;br /&gt;We can talk things over a little time&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you won't step outta line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;Please drop the past and be true&lt;br /&gt;Don't think we're okay, just because I'm here&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me bad, but I won't shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;We'll spend an hour, but no more than two&lt;br /&gt;Our only chance to speak once more&lt;br /&gt;I showed you the answers, now here's the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get to Warwick Avenue&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you baby that we're through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving you for the last time baby&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I've been confused outta my mind lately&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together, I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;Now it's departed&lt;br /&gt;I'm broken hearted, seems like we never started&lt;br /&gt;All the days spent together, when I wished for better&lt;br /&gt;And I didn't want the train to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think you're loving but you don't love me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be free, baby you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;You don't love me, I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Baby you've hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warwick avenue - Duffy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-6396128408082562961?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6396128408082562961/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6396128408082562961' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6396128408082562961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6396128408082562961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-i-get-to-warwick-avenue-meet-me-by.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-609158575240423103</id><published>2008-05-13T00:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T09:23:43.577+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Queria perder-me nos teus olhos...&lt;br /&gt;Encontrar-me no teu corpo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-609158575240423103?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/609158575240423103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=609158575240423103' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/609158575240423103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/609158575240423103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/05/queria-perder-me-nos-teus-olhos.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-6908166057798747367</id><published>2008-05-02T09:44:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-13T03:55:32.195Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/SBrW3Jxo-KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CqFO2cfA9qY/s1600-h/David+Julian.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195701363130562722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/SBrW3Jxo-KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CqFO2cfA9qY/s320/David+Julian.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foto de David Julian&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Há despedidas que magoam partes da alma que não sabíamos existir...&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/11537423-6908166057798747367?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/6908166057798747367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=6908166057798747367' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6908166057798747367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/6908166057798747367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/05/h-despedidas-que-magoam-partes-da-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LWxWlccCMrg/SBrW3Jxo-KI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CqFO2cfA9qY/s72-c/David+Julian.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8925331775497910192</id><published>2008-04-28T18:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T19:07:59.784+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Escrevo a minha alma entre lágrimas e lençois...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8925331775497910192?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8925331775497910192/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4875956272786765910</id><published>2008-03-10T09:56:00.001Z</published><updated>2008-03-10T10:00:40.373Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Amo esta música!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5a13zXVHk4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=p5a13zXVHk4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know you&lt;br /&gt;But I want you&lt;br /&gt;All the more for that&lt;br /&gt;Words fall through me&lt;br /&gt;And always fool me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't react&lt;br /&gt;And games that never amount&lt;br /&gt;To more than they're meant&lt;br /&gt;Will play themselves out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you have a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly, eyes that know me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go back&lt;br /&gt;Moods that take me and erase me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm painted black&lt;br /&gt;You have suffered enough&lt;br /&gt;And warred with yourself&lt;br /&gt;It's time that you won&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take this sinking boat and point it home&lt;br /&gt;We've still got time&lt;br /&gt;Raise your hopeful voice you had a choice&lt;br /&gt;You've made it now&lt;br /&gt;Falling slowly sing your melody&lt;br /&gt;I'll sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glen Hansard e Marketa Irglova&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4875956272786765910?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-1396992835776183644</id><published>2008-03-04T03:50:00.002Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T03:59:56.976Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>'Terei de suportar duas ou três lagartas se quiser saber como são as borboletas.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Para mim, tu não passas de um rapazito semelhante a cem mil outros rapazitos. Não preciso de ti. E tu também não precisas de mim. Para ti, eu sou uma raposa semelhante a cem mil raposas. Mas se tiveres intimidade comigo, precisaremos um do outro. Tu serás, para mim, único no mundo. E eu serei, para ti, única na mundo.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Se vieres, por exemplo, às quatro horas da tarde, a partir das três horas começo a ser feliz. Quanto mais se aproximar a hora, mais feliz me sentirei. Às quatro horas perturbo-me e inquieto-me; descobrirei, assim, o valor da felicidade! Mas se vieres seja quando for, nunca sei a que horas ataviar o coração...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O principezinho&lt;/em&gt;, Saint-Exupéry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-1396992835776183644?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/1396992835776183644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=1396992835776183644' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1396992835776183644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/1396992835776183644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/03/terei-de-suportar-duas-ou-trs-lagartas.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-4637646769004608531</id><published>2008-03-03T22:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-03-04T08:27:30.440Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fiquei anos sem a ouvir, ontem invadiu minha alma no decorrer de uma celebração...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, no silêncio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico imaginando nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu fico ali sonhando acordado, juntando&lt;br /&gt;O antes, o agora e o depois&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me deixa tão solto?&lt;br /&gt;Por que você não cola em mim?&lt;br /&gt;Tô me sentindo muito sozinho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sou nem quero ser o seu dono&lt;br /&gt;É que um carinho às vezes cai bem&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho meus segredos e planos secretos&lt;br /&gt;Só abro pra você mais ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Por que você me esquece e some?&lt;br /&gt;E se eu me interessar por alguém?&lt;br /&gt;E se ela, de repente, me ganha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando a gente gosta&lt;br /&gt;É claro que a gente cuida&lt;br /&gt;Fala que me ama&lt;br /&gt;Só que é da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;Ou você me engana&lt;br /&gt;Ou não está madura&lt;br /&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho - Caetano Veloso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-4637646769004608531?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/4637646769004608531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=4637646769004608531' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4637646769004608531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/4637646769004608531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/03/fiquei-anos-sem-ouvir-ontem-invadiu.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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-11537423.post-10550800897877350</id><published>2008-01-16T15:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2008-01-19T18:40:10.635Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Não ando particularmente expressiva nos últimos meses...&lt;br /&gt;Mas não quis deixar de marcar esta data!&lt;br /&gt;Há tanto que queria que soubesses...&lt;br /&gt;Que compreendesses... Que sentisses...&lt;br /&gt;Mas como as palavras andam escassas e fugidias em minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas digo: Parabéns!&lt;br /&gt;E obrigada por fazeres parte de mim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-10550800897877350?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/10550800897877350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=10550800897877350' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/10550800897877350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/10550800897877350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-ando-particularmente-expressiva-nos.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11537423.post-8237592338073269855</id><published>2007-12-11T08:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-12-11T08:38:24.101Z</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Será que vale a pena?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11537423-8237592338073269855?l=lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/feeds/8237592338073269855/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11537423&amp;postID=8237592338073269855' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8237592338073269855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11537423/posts/default/8237592338073269855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifeinapoetrybook.blogspot.com/2007/12/ser-que-vale-pena.html' title=''/><author><name>somebody</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02005793925388875557</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></feed>
