<?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-9863680</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:17:48.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Decadent Desire</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863680.post-113347494301479604</id><published>2005-12-01T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T14:09:03.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>tudo gira em torno do sexo,&lt;br /&gt;até você não é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sexo,sexo,sexo&lt;br /&gt;forma carnal de explicar o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e o que é o amor a não ser muito desejo misturado com fantasias?&lt;div 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title=''/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9863680.post-112122369066614350</id><published>2005-07-12T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T20:01:30.673-07:00</updated><title type='text'>!</title><content type='html'>gostaria que tais palavras tivessem sido arrancadas de minha boca,não vomitadas dentro de mim,&lt;br /&gt;gostaria que não passasse de pesadelo,de momento,de ilusão ou de pessimismo meu,&lt;br /&gt;uma voz repete dentro de mim,não é verdade,não pode ser verdade,&lt;br /&gt;é verdade&lt;br /&gt;certamente nasci para me trancar no momento nostálgico e nunca mais sair,&lt;br /&gt;ficar presa entre pequenos sorrisos e grandes lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;míseras alegrias mutantes e tristezas sem fim&lt;br /&gt;passar noites em claro choramingando comigo mesmo&lt;br /&gt;e não me importar com nada,&lt;br /&gt;com nada,&lt;br /&gt;apenas com a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;solidão&lt;br /&gt;medo&lt;br /&gt;tristeza&lt;br /&gt;estão presentes em mim&lt;br /&gt;eu sou feita desses pequenos componentes&lt;br /&gt;misturados com laudano e uma pitada de vinho branco suave&lt;br /&gt;mistura mortal,mistura precisa&lt;br /&gt;descobri como não sofrer&lt;br /&gt;não esperar&lt;br /&gt;não ter sonhos infantis&lt;br /&gt;não achar alguma lógica no futuro&lt;br /&gt;não ter futuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonhos destruídos&lt;br /&gt;é oq se resume minha pessoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;agora&lt;br /&gt;que venha a tristeza,e me consuma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-112122369066614350?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/112122369066614350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=112122369066614350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/112122369066614350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/112122369066614350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title='!'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-111965710941593086</id><published>2005-06-24T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T16:51:49.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;modern love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;esfriou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e as origens voltaram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e eu sinto perfumes de longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e eu sinto gente cheirosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e vejo gente bonita e arrumada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e vejo faces límpidas e maquiadas perfeitamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e vejo gente desinchada,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;gente bebericando vinho tinto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;gente comendo macarronada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e gente fazendo sexo no tapete de pelo de urso em frente á lareira&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;gente trocando confidências de amor comendo fondue de chocolate e morangos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza das bocas rachadas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza das mãos secas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza da pele quase de vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza dos pescoços semi cobertos,dando vontade de descobrir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza dos olhos brilhando,e se apertando no frio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza dos casais se abraçando para se protejer do frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e vejo a belezade se encolher em posição fetal para dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;vejo a beleza de um inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;não branco,não negro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;não colorido como o verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;a beleza de um inverno estagnado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;entre o preto e o branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;um inverno onde os únicos contrastes são pingos de chuva&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffffcc;"&gt;e pessoas passeando no cenário que não muda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-111965710941593086?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111965710941593086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=111965710941593086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111965710941593086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111965710941593086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/06/modern-love.html' title=''/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-111781487593987095</id><published>2005-06-03T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T09:07:55.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>quadro abstrato.</title><content type='html'>um quadro abstrato no fundo da sala,&lt;br /&gt;cheio de cores,e de constranstes..&lt;br /&gt;do outro lado da sala,está um retrato de família pintado á óleo&lt;br /&gt;sem contraste,apenas sorrisos e poses&lt;br /&gt;ninguém nota o quadro abstrato&lt;br /&gt;perdendo horas do seu tempo analisando a imparcialidade do retrato&lt;br /&gt;um momento feliz eternizado com moldura.&lt;br /&gt;nesse quadro,não há expectativa,criatividade,envolvimento&lt;br /&gt;apenas pessoas presas ao óleo e pessoas fora olhando-as&lt;br /&gt;e o quadro abstrato continua solitário.&lt;br /&gt;solitário assim como o seu pintor..&lt;br /&gt;um palhaço de circo solitário&lt;br /&gt;que dá seus espetáculos no picadero vazio&lt;br /&gt;com aplausos do próprio eco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toda tristeza do palhaço&lt;br /&gt;eternizado com aquarela&lt;br /&gt;o palhaço chora colorido&lt;br /&gt;e suas lágrimas pingaram na tela&lt;br /&gt;e ela continua solitária&lt;br /&gt;no fundo da sala sem luz.&lt;br /&gt;e o palhaço continua dando seu espetáculo&lt;br /&gt;vazio,no silêncio,e seu maior fã é ele mesmo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-111781487593987095?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111781487593987095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=111781487593987095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111781487593987095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111781487593987095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/06/quadro-abstrato.html' title='quadro abstrato.'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-111601241496300513</id><published>2005-05-13T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-13T12:26:54.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>contradição.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Pessoas são contraditórias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;quando fomos pequenos,queremos crescer e virarmos gente grande,quando somos gente grande,olhamos para trás e vemos que perdemos inúmeras qualidades de quando éramos crianças e gostaríamos que o tempo voltasse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;quando queremos um emprego,faremos tudo até sermos promovidos,quando estamos no topo,vemos como éramos menos estressados e preocupados com coisas materiais e desejamos voltar ao estágio inicial na empresa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;quando amamos,adoramos guardar esse sentimento junto ao nosso corpo,e quando percebemos o quanto tempo se passou,e como a pessoa gostava da gente,gostaríamos de não ter esperado seu casamento para contar que amamos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;quando estamos felizes,perguntamos desconfiados,oq está esperando de triste na nossa frente,pq tamanha felicidade não existe,e quando ficamos triste,imploramos para ser feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-111601241496300513?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111601241496300513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=111601241496300513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111601241496300513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111601241496300513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/05/contradio.html' title='contradição.'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-111383102083189994</id><published>2005-04-18T06:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T06:30:20.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ás vezes&lt;br /&gt;a felicidade amedronta tanto&lt;br /&gt;que você gostaria de voltar a ser infeliz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-111383102083189994?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111383102083189994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=111383102083189994' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111383102083189994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111383102083189994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/04/s-vezes-felicidade-amedronta-tanto-que.html' title=''/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-111050002615357041</id><published>2005-03-10T16:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T16:13:46.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;TODAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IS A GOOD DAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO KILL SOMEBODY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WITH MY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY LOVE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL MY LIFE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DECADENT DESIRE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BABY,WELCOME TO VEGAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-111050002615357041?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/111050002615357041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=111050002615357041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111050002615357041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/111050002615357041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/03/today-is-good-day-to-kill-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110981140695789301</id><published>2005-03-02T16:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T16:56:46.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amiga.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não há melhor forma de resgatar algo perdido,do que com amigas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Principalmente as amigas antigas,e que ainda são fiéis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Que te entendem,te consolam e te fazem sorrir,mesmo que seja o pior dia da sua vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não acho interessante resgatar o ruim do passado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas como diriam,você só aprende errando,é sangrando a cabeça de tanto bater,que você percebe que a vida não é transparente,mas se pensar por outro lado,você é alguém,pq se você fosse um NADA como sometimes você acha que é,iria passar tranquilamente pelas paredes da vida, como apenas uma onda magnética! ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Adoro mudar,adoro mudanças,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Adoro quando tudo muda ao meu redor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E quando eu mudo ao redor de tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas é bom saber que certas pessoas,continuam ali,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não mudam,mesmo que você ache que seria o melhor para elas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Afinal,eu não sou uma pessoa perfeita,nem cabeça,nem nada do tipo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E elas te dão força&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Te colocam para cima&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Te fazem feliz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Te ajudam ajudam e ajudam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Consolam e assistem novela contigo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E riem de você,e riem delas mesmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;E pulam,gritam,e brincam de algo infantil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não perder a infantilidade é uma qualidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Não perder a sensibilidade é uma qualidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Você precisa crescer,mas seu lado humano precisa existir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Apesar de acharem que crescer significa ser uma rocha,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas uma rocha desgasta,quebra com o tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;O vento sempre é suave,mas é frio e implacável,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Inatingível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;O vento mais fraco pode cortar seu lábio e te fazer tremer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Temer algo infantil nem sempre é medo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Pode ser coragem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Temer,pq não podemos tudo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Muito menos com coisas suaves que nos derrubam aos poucos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;Mas as amigas continuam ali.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;tipo ela:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fotolog.net/juhzinhaaa"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;http://www.fotolog.net/juhzinhaaa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt; , faz 3 anos e pouco, e ela continua comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;AMO MUITO ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;DEMAIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;tipo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;AMIGA,VOCÊ É DEMAIS,DEMAIS E DEMAIS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;BEIJOS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td 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title='amiga.'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110920494655528154</id><published>2005-02-23T16:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T16:29:06.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sentimentos !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OQ PODEMOS FALAR SOBRE SENTIMENTOS FÁCEIS E COTIDIANOS DE NOSSA VIDA?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;EU FALARIA QUE ELES NÃO SÃO TÃO FÁCEIS ASSIM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NEM DE COMEÇAR,MUITO MENOS DE SEREM MANTIDOS,E DE ESQUECER,QUASE IMPOSSÍVEL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;NÃO SEI OQ DEVO FALAR SOBRE ISSO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;É TÃO FÁCIL FALAR SOBRE FESTAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SOBRE ROUPAS E PESSOAS QUE ODIAMOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MAS É TÃO COMPLICADO FALAR DE ALGUÉM QUE REALMENTE GOSTAMOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;IMPOSSÍVEL FALAR DE MOMENTOS BONS SEM SENTIR SAUDADES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;E TALVEZ NOSSO OLHO BRILHAR QUANDO TEM ALGUMA LIGAÇÃO NO CELULAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PASSADO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DE AMIGAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DE AMORES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DE VIDAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DE EXPERIÊNCIAS TROCADAS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TUDO AO MESMO TEMPO,COMPLEXOS E FÁCEIS TÃO JUNTOS, QUE NÃO SEI OQ DIZER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SAUDADES DA TORTA DA SUA AVÓ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OU DO BANHO DE CHUVA QUANDO SE TEM 4 ANOS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;DO PRIMEIRO TOMBO,E DO CHORO QUE VC LEMBRA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;ESSES SENTIMENTOS INEXPLICÁVEIS QUE PASSAM QDO VC FALA DISSO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;VC SORRI DE VC MESMO,E CONSIGO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;FICA LEMBRANDO,COMO SE TIVESSE SIDO ONTEM,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O PRIMEIRO BEIJO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O PRIMEIRO AMOR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O PRIMEIRO OLHAR QUE VC CRUZA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;O PRIMEIRO BANHO DE LAMA POR CAUSA DO ÔNIBUS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OU SUA CARA QDO O MAIOR GATO PASSA E VC ESTÁ LAMBUZADA DE SORVETE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MOMENTOS INESQUECÍVEIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;MOMENTOS ESPECIAIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SENTIMENTOS ESPECIAIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUE NÃO VOLTAM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;OU VÃO PERMANECER CONTIGO ATÉ O FIM DA SUA VIDA,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUE TE FAZEM VIVER,CADA DIA UM POUCO MAIS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUE TE DERRUBAM,MAS AO MESMO,TEMPO,TE LEVANTAM.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;COISAS SIMPLES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUE COMPLICAM SUA VIDA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;QUERO UMA VIDA EM BRANCO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;PARA MIM TRAÇAR NOVAMENTE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;SEM SENTIMENTOS,APENAS COM A RAZÃO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;TUDO SERIA FÁCIL.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:78%;color:#ffcc00;"&gt;;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110920494655528154?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110920494655528154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110920494655528154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110920494655528154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110920494655528154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/sentimentos.html' title='sentimentos !'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110748235067746476</id><published>2005-02-03T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:59:10.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>antigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;estava lendo meu blog antigo e descobri como é bom amadurecer. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;lá eu só escrevia porcaria e coisas sem importância,como eram coisas pequenas e fajutas que me deixavam feliz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tá,é bom ser feliz com pouca coisa,mas é bom saber que hoje em dia,vc seleciona oq te deixa feliz e que comprar roupas e perfumes não é mais motivo de alegria ! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;hoje em dia,felicidade vc compra por 20 reais,então eu realmente quero que ela valha mais doq isso,e dure mais doq algumas hrs, não quero ser a prisioneira da minha felicidade,e nem a menina sem nariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;;} &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;carnaval chegando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;quem acha legal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;calor,aperto,espumas,confetes,músicas e suor com gelada,bom carnaval.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não gosto,e daria tudo pra estar em veneza. ;}&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;volte frio,e volte conciência,pq não estamos no nordeste,ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110748235067746476?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110748235067746476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110748235067746476' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110748235067746476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110748235067746476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/antigo.html' title='antigo.'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110731471137838345</id><published>2005-02-01T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T19:25:11.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>palavras.</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" width="100%" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As palavras de amor mais lindas,são ditas com silêncio e gestos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;As mais lindas hsts de amor,não são vividas,mas que são tão intensas,que chegam a sufocar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Acho que a minha é algo assim,desses estilo,sufocante,intensa,avassaladora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não gritarei meu amor a você ao mundo inteiro,pq vc não poderá ouvir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não chorarei dias e noites,pq vc não estará aqui para fazer passar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Não viverei olhando o passado,pq oq tínhamos que viver nele,acabou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Eu sou a princesa abandonada no alto da torre,mas ninguém virá me salvar,eu vou morrer ali,na solidão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;é um sentimento,e eu preciso de sentimentos,me deixe sentir a solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Nem sempre a dor é algo ruim,e o prazer é algo conquistado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não gosto de sentimentos pagos,de sentimentos vagos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não gosto de não sentir,mas não gosto de sentir intensamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Inconstante,doente,fria,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não sei oq eu sinto,se eu sinto,pq eu sinto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;não quero me mover,quero que o mundo se mova,e eu fique no mesmo lugar,aqui,paralizada,dentro dos meus sonhos infantis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;sexo,cansei disso por divertimento,cansei de usar e me usar para momentos,um pseudo sorriso no final,ou quem sabe um vadia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;tentei substituir vc,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;na voz,no cheiro,no beijo,no carinho,em tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;substituir vc na minha vida,colocar alguém no seu lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;falei que ia mudar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que ia crescer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que ia te esquecer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;que ia viver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;eu falo demais,e nada faço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;então eu me calo,e vc me beija.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr hb_tag="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110731471137838345?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110731471137838345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110731471137838345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110731471137838345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110731471137838345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/02/palavras.html' title='palavras.'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110619848244619168</id><published>2005-01-19T21:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:21:22.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SUMIR!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente que fala que eu sumi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente que fala que eu apareci.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem muita gente falando de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e eu não estou gostando disso. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;acho que é hipocresia das pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;ou curiosidade,quererem saber da minha vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;oq eu bebo,oq eu falo,com quem eu ando,como eu estou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;eu não me importo com a vida de vcs ou com vcs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;então não se importem cmg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente falando: a patricinha virou punk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente falando dos meus amigos especiais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente falando das nights que frequento,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tem gente falando do meu cigarro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e do meu copo de martini,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;mas ngm está falando da minha felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;SIM,ESTOU FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;MUITO FELIZ.SUPER FELIZ.ÜBER FELIZ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;espero não me incomodar mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;se eu fumo,bebo,ando com punks,vou a lugares fuleiros(que eu não acho e adoro demais),é meu problema,então me deixem resolver,eu não gosto da opinião ridícula e sem argumentos de vocês,nem dou a MÍNIMA pra oq alguém pensa sobre mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;cansei de uma vida fútil,de pessoas fúteis e programas fúteis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;cansei de ir pras nights e ficar sorrindo para todo mundo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;gritando EU TE AMO e dando minha pseudo felicidade as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não amo vocês,acho que nem consideração da minha parte vocês merecem,ou tem =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;pessoas especiais me deixam feliz,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;me deixam para cima,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;me fazem sorrir de verdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;e até me fazer sentir viva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não venha com psicologia barata,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;tentar me ensinar sobre uma vida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;que eu sei decor e de trás pra frente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;não me arrependo do meu passado,mas não me orgulho dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;passou,está guardado,arquivado,virou memória,um vestígio de pedaço de vida.=)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;dedico vocês,meus amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;por falarem tanto de mim,e cada dia mais provarem como pensam em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffccff;"&gt;eu não penso em vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110619848244619168?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110619848244619168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110619848244619168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110619848244619168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110619848244619168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/01/sumir.html' title='SUMIR!'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110599683970404962</id><published>2005-01-17T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-17T13:20:39.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amor!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Anos sem escrever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;acho que até estou sem vontade de fazer isso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;as férias estão ótimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;fico em casa,mas conheci pessoas especiais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amor,amor,amor e eu amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudade de algumas pessoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de alguns amores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades de redes e balanços do mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades do pôr do sol,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades da lua na areia,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades das juras de amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dos amores eternos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;dos amores impossíveis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;saudades de sentir o coração angustiado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de sentir-me tremer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de achar que o mundo está girando e apenas 2 pessoas estão paradas,eu e você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amo,amo amar você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amo cada pedaço seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isso são memórias,não amo mais,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;não amo mais você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;não amo mais ngm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sinto saudades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;de ter sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;beijos no coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;eu dedico vocês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;amor =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110599683970404962?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110599683970404962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110599683970404962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110599683970404962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110599683970404962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/01/amor.html' title='amor!'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110479938890799332</id><published>2005-01-03T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T16:43:08.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;com certeza eu nasci na época errada&lt;br /&gt;ou no mundo errado.&lt;br /&gt;ou eu fiz muita coisa errada na minha outra encarnação.&lt;br /&gt;pq eu não mereço.&lt;br /&gt;tanto calor,tanto turista,tanto ócio.&lt;br /&gt;e tbem pq eu acredito no amor,&lt;br /&gt;acredito nos sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;acredito no ser humano,&lt;br /&gt;acredito em cenas maravilhosas e dias felizes.&lt;br /&gt;e hoje em dia as pessoas apenas me provaram que isso não é possível,que deve ser viagem da minha cabeça,pq não há isso nesse mundo.&lt;br /&gt;o amor não existe.&lt;br /&gt;sentimentos são corrompidos do dia pra noite.&lt;br /&gt;o ser humano não acredita nele mesmo,muito menos nos outros.&lt;br /&gt;cenas maravilhosas são de drogados rindo ou de algum cafetão que teve dinheiro com a puta aquela noite.&lt;br /&gt;não me peçam para aceitar isso,aceitar o fim dos meus princípios.&lt;br /&gt;dos princípios que me ensinaram,que eu queria para minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;queria um amor.&lt;br /&gt;queria um sentimento bom.&lt;br /&gt;queria momentos felizes,podia ser até se lambuzando de chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;preciso da doce ilusão que vim sonhando.&lt;br /&gt;que a vida parece um cartão postal,ou de fim de ano,onde a família feliz comemora a luz de velas.&lt;br /&gt;preciso da felicidade,e não quero pagar 20 reais por ela.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de amor,e não quero uma puta para isso.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de sentimentos,e não quero os falsos de pessoas medíocres.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de alguma coisa que me faça querer viver e respirar todos os dias,preciso de uma motivação,de um consolo.&lt;br /&gt;acho que preciso de algum sentido na vida.&lt;br /&gt;pra talvez tentar viver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110479938890799332?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110479938890799332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110479938890799332' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110479938890799332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110479938890799332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2005/01/com-certeza-eu-nasci-na-poca-errada-ou.html' title=''/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110470438640821046</id><published>2005-01-02T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:19:46.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>verão!</title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;haha&lt;br /&gt;e foi tudo como esperado.&lt;br /&gt;essas férias estão engraçadíssimas.&lt;br /&gt;ou seriam tristes demais?&lt;br /&gt;não sei..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deve ser o calor insuportável.&lt;br /&gt;ou serão os argentinos.&lt;br /&gt;ou será que nada desce.&lt;br /&gt;ou será o barulho do ar.&lt;br /&gt;será o sol até as 9:00 da noite.&lt;br /&gt;será pq que eu simplesmente odeio verão?&lt;br /&gt;deve ser pq eu adoro colar nas pessoas,aff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas tirando isso,está legal.&lt;br /&gt;net o dia inteiro.&lt;br /&gt;e a noite tbm.&lt;br /&gt;sair praq? pra ver as mesmas pessoas,com mesmas caras e bocas nos mesmos ambientes e com as mesmas roupas e mesmas frases,não não,obrigada,tenho mais oq fazer e oq esperar da minha vida doq isso. =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;antes que falem alguma coisa,não sou revoltada não,apenas sou sincera e acho que tempo perdido com isso não vale a pena,se eu fosse revoltada estaria cortando meus pulsos ou tomando vitamina para tentar suicídio,não falando no blog.&lt;br /&gt;quer saber.&lt;br /&gt;fodam-se tbm ;}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div 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title='verão!'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110451296230620196</id><published>2004-12-31T09:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T09:09:22.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano novo!</title><content type='html'>dia 31&lt;br /&gt;ano novo amanhã&lt;br /&gt;falta pouco.&lt;br /&gt;legal ;)&lt;br /&gt;estou explodindo de felicidade.se vocês pudessem ver minha cara de alegria.haha,pseudo sorriso em um rosto pseudo feliz.&lt;br /&gt;sou feliz,não uma maníaca suícida depressiva,mas não fico feliz por coisas assim,tenho mto mais com o que me importar doq com a contagem regressiva e com reprospectivas ;)&lt;br /&gt;adorei o blog,estou adorando falar.ngm vai ler,mas mesmo assim,é bom ter um diário,falar falar e falar.ou escrever,como queiram.&lt;br /&gt;feliz ano novo pra vocês que gostam disso.&lt;br /&gt;vão para a beira mar,tomem espumante(pq champagne bom é caro),e se divirtam com as brigas e com os assaltos.cuidado com a água,senão você morre de infecção na hora.adoro cidade limpa.&lt;br /&gt;e não esqueçam do show.pagode hoje será ótimo.&lt;br /&gt;aff ;)&lt;br /&gt;felicidade em coisas banais e chatas.adoro a juventude de hoje em dia.&lt;br /&gt;todo mundo de branco,paz ;)&lt;br /&gt;adoro a paz. paz interior e paz pros outros.&lt;br /&gt;mas ngm me deixa em paz.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;isso é engraçado.&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos. ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9863680-110451296230620196?l=decadentdesire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/feeds/110451296230620196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9863680&amp;postID=110451296230620196' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110451296230620196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9863680/posts/default/110451296230620196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://decadentdesire.blogspot.com/2004/12/ano-novo.html' title='ano novo!'/><author><name>kel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17428983946622461137</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-9863680.post-110445949731709774</id><published>2004-12-30T18:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T18:18:17.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>yeh&lt;br /&gt;blog&lt;br /&gt;postagens&lt;br /&gt;palavras vão brincar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;haha,incentivo da vê, fofa te amo ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;nd muda.&lt;br /&gt;espero que 2005 seja melhor.&lt;br /&gt;não vivi em 2004, eu sobrevivi.&lt;br /&gt;yeh,com orgulho.&lt;br /&gt;melhor sentir e sofrer.&lt;br /&gt;doq nd sentir.&lt;br /&gt;sintam-se ;)&lt;br /&gt;feliz ano novo.&lt;br /&gt;whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijinhos ;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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