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Vai a Merda'/><category term='Badaui'/><category term='por Rodrigo Edgar'/><category term='São Paulo'/><category term='Marcus Vinicius'/><title type='text'>Fracas asas, forte ambição</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-1262516954968194317</id><published>2009-01-31T11:18:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T11:19:32.029-02:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; 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font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tudo parou, você falou&lt;br /&gt;Como se você calculara pra me magoar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me virei e caminhei&lt;br /&gt;Não mais olhei pra tua cara&lt;br /&gt;Descobri o que é chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A visão turva, água da chuva&lt;br /&gt;Não mais iria simular a lágrima&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu cheguei, me deparei&lt;br /&gt;Com o que eu iria te mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Caso eu ouvisse um "sim"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe o quanto eu planejei&lt;br /&gt;Muito menos o quanto que eu chorei&lt;br /&gt;Ao perceber que você se foi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você nem em sonhos conseguiu ver&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que eu escrevi pra você ler&lt;br /&gt;Ou para eu recitar pra você dormir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-8839523625900914721?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/8839523625900914721/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=8839523625900914721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8839523625900914721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8839523625900914721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2009/01/adeus-voc.html' title='Adeus você.'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-5039554941630547355</id><published>2008-12-30T12:30:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T12:32:08.454-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Clarice Lispector</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Reflexões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há momentos na vida em que sentimos tanto a falta de alguém…&lt;br /&gt;que o que mais queremos é tirar esta pessoa de nossos sonhos e abraça-la…&lt;br /&gt;Sonhe com aquilo que você quiser…&lt;br /&gt;Seja o que você quer ser…&lt;br /&gt;Porque você possui apenas uma vida&lt;br /&gt;E nela só temos uma chance de fazer aquilo que queremos.&lt;br /&gt;Tenha felicidade bastante para faze-la doce,&lt;br /&gt;dificuldades para faze-la forte,&lt;br /&gt;tristeza para faze-la humana.&lt;br /&gt;E esperança suficiente para faze-la feliz.&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas mais felizes não tem as melhores coisas,&lt;br /&gt;elas sabem fazer o melhor das oportunidades que aparecem em seus caminhos.&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade aparece para aqueles que choram…&lt;br /&gt;Para aqueles que buscam e tentam sempre…&lt;br /&gt;E para aqueles que reconhecem a importância das pessoas que passam por suas vidas.&lt;br /&gt;O futuro mais brilhante é baseado num passado intensamente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;Você só terá sucesso na vida quando perdoar os erros e as decepções do passado.&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta, mas as emoções que podemos deixar…&lt;br /&gt;…duram uma eternidade…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-5039554941630547355?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/5039554941630547355/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=5039554941630547355' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5039554941630547355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5039554941630547355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/clarice-lispector.html' title='Clarice Lispector'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-7090722813497374708</id><published>2008-12-27T12:25:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T12:27:32.656-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Charles Chaplin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, compreendi que em qualquer circunstância, eu estava no lugar certo, na hora certa, no momento exato.&lt;br /&gt;E então, pude relaxar.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso tem nome... Auto-estima.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, pude perceber que minha angústia, meu sofrimento emocional, não passa de um sinal de que estou indo contra minhas verdades.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é...Autenticidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, parei de desejar que a minha vida fosse diferente e comecei a ver que tudo o que acontece contribui para o meu crescimento.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje chamo isso de... Amadurecimento.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, comecei a perceber como é ofensivo tentar forçar alguma situação ou alguém apenas para realizar aquilo que desejo, mesmo sabendo que não é o momento ou a pessoa não está preparada, inclusive eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que o nome disso é... Respeito.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade comecei a me livrar de tudo que não fosse saudável... Pessoas, tarefas, tudo e qualquer coisa que me pusesse para baixo. De início minha razão chamou essa atitude de egoísmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que se chama... Amor-próprio.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, deixei de temer o meu tempo livre e desisti de fazer grandes planos, abandonei os projetos megalômanos de futuro.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje faço o que acho certo, o que gosto, quando quero e no meu próprio ritmo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sei que isso é... Simplicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de querer sempre ter razão e, com isso, errei muitas menos vezes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje descobri a... Humildade.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, desisti de ficar revivendo o passado e de preocupar com o futuro. Agora, me mantenho no presente, que é onde a vida acontece.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vivo um dia de cada vez. Isso é... Plenitude.&lt;br /&gt;Quando me amei de verdade, percebi que minha mente pode me atormentar e me decepcionar. Mas quando a coloco a serviço do meu coração, ela se torna uma grande e valiosa aliada.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isso é... Saber viver!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-7090722813497374708?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/7090722813497374708/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=7090722813497374708' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7090722813497374708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7090722813497374708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/charles-chaplin.html' title='Charles Chaplin'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-2319475868911577678</id><published>2008-12-11T14:36:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:41:37.830-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Ecoa em mim.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Perdoa por eu não poder te perdoar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dói muito mais em mim não ter a quem amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Ecoa em mim o silêncio dessa solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pudera eu viver sem coração...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em cada poça dessa rua você vai me ver!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em cada gota dessa chuva você vai sentir minhas lágrimas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Minhas lágrimas! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Em cada dia da sua vida, você vai chorar lágrimas sofridas que não vão somar um décimo do que eu sofri!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O quanto eu sofri...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New'; white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu pude ver o sol desaparecer do seu rosto, dos seus olhos, da sua vida...  desapareceu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-2319475868911577678?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/2319475868911577678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=2319475868911577678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2319475868911577678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2319475868911577678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/ecoa-em-mim.html' title='Ecoa em mim.'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-2242505447766887687</id><published>2008-12-09T19:56:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T20:06:17.652-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murillo'/><title type='text'>Resposta de meu irmão Murillo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O esquartejamento se passou e do amor que supostamente possuiu nada obteve porém perdido em seus pensamentos lembrou de onde viera e de quem o acompanhou. Voltou a aqueles que nunca o esqueceram e por muitas vezes se lembravam de ti por um instante.E eu sei que o mesmo público que assistiu tal espetáculo bizarro não entende que o verdadeiro espetáculo é ver teu sorriso de irmão tão fraterno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-2242505447766887687?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/2242505447766887687/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=2242505447766887687' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2242505447766887687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2242505447766887687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/o-esquartejamento-se-passou-e-do-amor.html' title='Resposta de meu irmão Murillo'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-6082298668481663568</id><published>2008-12-09T19:06:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:16:16.259-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Intacto e Estático</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Amei e não fui amado, intacto e estático.&lt;br /&gt;vi esse amor correr para novo horizonte&lt;br /&gt;estive presente nesse amor assistindo dia&lt;br /&gt;a pós dia ele se fortalecer e crescer, e mesmo&lt;br /&gt;assim lutava calmo e paciente para ver se o vento&lt;br /&gt;devolvesse esse amor para mim. Quando o enlace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;fez-se! Pousei minhas armas no chão não precisava&lt;br /&gt;mais lutar, a luta havia acabado ali naquele momento.&lt;br /&gt;Viro em retirada, estranho! Não estava triste não sentia, nada&lt;br /&gt;surpreso, percebo que meu coração não teve nenhuma reação,&lt;br /&gt;manteve-se quieto e frio, senti uma paz uma calma a muito&lt;br /&gt;perdido, estava feliz e desejei que fossem felizes,&lt;br /&gt;foi como desejar felicidade a um grande amigo.&lt;br /&gt;Tentei voltar meus pensamentos para uns tempos atrás&lt;br /&gt;e minha mente mostrou que desse amor nada restou de bom.&lt;br /&gt;Nada que pudesse levar comigo,meu coração diz-me que&lt;br /&gt;sobram mágoas muitas mágoas, eram três contra um, retiro-me de tudo que pudesse lembrá-la.&lt;br /&gt;Mas deu tempo ainda de ver que mesmo ela estando feliz&lt;br /&gt;levou-me a praça publica diante da platéia dela e me esquartejou.&lt;br /&gt;Sem me dar o direito de defesa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7538603717459636622-6082298668481663568?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/6082298668481663568/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=6082298668481663568' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6082298668481663568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6082298668481663568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/amei-e-no-fui-amado-intacto-e-esttico.html' title='Intacto e Estático'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-1222458200142350625</id><published>2008-12-09T15:14:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:18:29.707-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vou te esquecer.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando você não esperar vai doer e eu sei como vai doer e vai passar como passou por mim e fazer com que se sinta assim, como eu sinto.&lt;br /&gt;Como eu vejo como eu vivo como eu não canso de tentar eu sei que vai ouvir, eu sei que vai lembrar, vai rezar pra esquecer, vai pedir pra esquecer, mas eu não vou deixar, eu não vou deixar!!!&lt;br /&gt;E eu não quero lembrar do que eu fui pra você&lt;br /&gt;Uma simples distração pra você esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero lembrar que chegamos ao nosso fim&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero lembrar que eu vou acordar&lt;br /&gt;Sabendo que meus olhos não vão te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quero lembrar que tudo acabou pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vou te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-1222458200142350625?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/1222458200142350625/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=1222458200142350625' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/1222458200142350625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/1222458200142350625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/12/vou-te-esquecer.html' title='Vou te esquecer.'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-4777848055680899719</id><published>2008-11-24T14:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:30:27.037-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wencha</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre ouvi que ela era bruxa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vestida de preto e pregando a loucura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sempre ouvi dizer que ela era bruxa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Com seu gato negro, espalhando a loucura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deusa gótica de preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Botas e cabelos negros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Deusa gótica de preto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quero tão má!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wencha partiu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wencha sangrou meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lua cheia, céu nublado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Me leve pro outro lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lua cheia, céu nublado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pro outro lado!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wencha partiu meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Wencha sangrou meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-4777848055680899719?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/4777848055680899719/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=4777848055680899719' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4777848055680899719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4777848055680899719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/11/wencha.html' title='Wencha'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-6201529063804643918</id><published>2008-11-16T16:28:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:31:34.147-02:00</updated><title type='text'>P.S. I Love You - Cartas</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: 12.0pt;mso-outline-level:3"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todas as cartas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0cm;margin-bottom:.0001pt;line-height: normal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Gravador, aniversario de 30 anos da Holly:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=" ;font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei, querida, surpresa. Sei que isso pode parecer um pouco mórbido, mas odeio a ideia de que não poderei estar aí pra te ver arrasada ao chegar nos 30. Digo, me mata não poder estar aí. Que engraçado! (Não, não é) Ok. Não, não é. Você ficará tão impressionada. Tenho um plano querida. pode acreditar? Tenho te escrito cartas, cartas que chegarão até você de todas as maneiras. Esperei até o seu aniversário. Me dei conta que não saía de dentro de casa por um tempo. A carta número um estará chegando amanhã. Agora, deve fazer o que eu disse, ok? (hum) OK? Não tente descobrir como as cartas estarão chegando. É brilhante demais e arruinará meu plano. Siga em frente comigo nisso. Pois o ponto é que, não consegui me despedir ainda. Então para começarmos quero que você se embeleze e saia pra celebrar essa noite. Saia com suas amigas. Ti libero pra uma festa com sua familia, especialmente sua mae. Oh cara, sua mae esta ai, não é? Merda. Desculpe Patricia. Não é que eu nao ti ame, mas ela precisa enlouquecer um pouco. Então coma um pedaço de bolo, coloque seu vestido e saia do apartamento. Denise, faça um plano! (Denise: Já estou nele) Apenas me deixe com John, ok? E saiba que se onde eu estiver, sentirei sua falta. Feliz aniversário. Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Primeira carta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fique livre dos hematomas e compre um abajur pra você. E lembre-se, uma diva da disco precisa estar atraente. Compre uma roupa estonteante. Precisará pra quando minha próxima carta chegar. E sei que odeia o seu emprego, mas irei ajudar. Procure por um sinal.&lt;br /&gt;Saberá o que fazer. P.S. Eu te amo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Segunda Carta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holly, vá em frente diva da disco. Karaokê esse mês. Cante e nunca se sabe poderá ser reconpensada. P.S. Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Terceira carta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha jaqueta de couro é pra você. Sempre adorei vê-la em você. Mas o resto das minhas coisas, você não precisa. Consiga espaço nesse maldito apartamento pra você. Vá em frente. Está na hora, querida. P.S. eu te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quarta carta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%; font-size:9pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Para a minha garota de Galway. Você é um anjo por vir ver os meus pais. Eu te disse que minha mãe não te odiava. Bem, não mais. Você agora está parada no forte, onde eu pensava nas coisas mais importantes. Aqui foi onde fiquei pensando em ti após a primeira vez que nos conhecemos. Você não me parecia real inicialmente. Eu nunca havia visto tantas cores em uma garota antes... mas você parecia pertencer àquele lugar. Você e todas as suas cores. Lembra da primeira coisa que disse pra mim? (Estou perdida) Oh, você não me parecia perdida, não pra mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A vida que eu conhecia havia mudado. E agora mudou novamente, amor. Veja, não me preocupo que se lembre de mim, é daquela garota da estrada que você sempre esquece. Meu negócio é criar. Nem mesmo importa o que você faz. Você me disse isso, lembre-se. P.S... Vá pra casa. Vá descobrir. Encontre aquela coisa que te torna diferente das demais. Eu ajudarei. Procure por um sinal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Última carta:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Querida Holly, Eu não tenho muito tempo, não digo literalmente é que você foi comprar sorvete e vai voltar logo! Mas tenho a impressão de que é a última carta porque só resta uma coisa pra dizer, não é para se lembrar sempre de mim ou comprar um abajur, você pode se cuidar sem a minha ajuda, é para dizer como você mexeu comigo, como você me ajudou me amando, você fez de mim um homen, Holly, e por isso eu sou eternamente grato, literalmente. Se pode me prometer alguma coisa, prometa que sempre que se sentir triste ou insegura ou perder completamente a fé vai tentar olhar para si mesma com meus olhos. Obrigado pela honra de ter você como esposa, eu não tenho o que lamentar, tive muita sorte. Você foi a minha vida Holly, mas eu sou apenas um capítulo da sua, haverá mais eu prometo portanto aqui vai o meu grande conselho: não tenha medo de se apaixonar de novo, fique atenta àquele sinal de que não haverá mais nada igual.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;P.S. Eu sempre vou te amar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-6201529063804643918?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/6201529063804643918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=6201529063804643918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6201529063804643918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6201529063804643918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/11/todas-as-cartas-gravador-aniversario-de.html' title='P.S. I Love You - Cartas'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-8371198001404086765</id><published>2008-11-10T19:47:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T19:50:11.814-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Os dias viram meses.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Os dias passam... As lembranças são eternas, A saudade permanente e nossos olhos em busca de cenas de tempos vividos. Os dias passam... Vivemos lições de vida, aprendemos a vasculhar nas nossas recordações do coração e a acariciar lindos momentos que se foram para não mais voltar... Os dias passam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Crescemos na alma, mas sempre seremos frágeis no amor. Os dias viram meses e ainda assim passam... Muitos virão ou quem sabe... Nossa estada nesta vida seja curta nada sabemos do amanhã... Nem quando vamos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Os dias continuam a desfilar na passarela do aprendizado, e nós protagonistas da vida, enfrentamos os momentos que nos fazem infelizes e nos deliciamos com os felizes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Resumimos que a vida é um grande baile em que almas se encontram, se esbarram, se unem e se separam... Cada qual bailando nos conflitos, nas esperanças e nas suavidades de momentos de amor. De todos os dias que se foram, concluo que viver...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É ser cada qual, em sua essência adquirida. Com todas as adversidades, com as lágrimas derramadas, ainda assim, a alegria de viver é o maior presente embrulhado em papéis de brilhos de momentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Relembrar é viver um pouco mais. Viva a sua vida, pois ela é curta. Valorize e ame a você mesmo, pois ninguém mais que você, te conhece. E não se esqueça... Ninguém lembrará o que fez de bem Mas... Todos se lembrarão dos seus erros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-8371198001404086765?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/8371198001404086765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=8371198001404086765' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8371198001404086765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8371198001404086765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/11/os-dias-viram-meses.html' title='Os dias viram meses.'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-8643687226657073239</id><published>2008-11-01T14:33:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:35:53.406-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Tua Ausência</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sentado na calçada, sozinho e sem ninguém além de varias lembranças eu paro e começo a lembrar das coisas que vivi com você, momentos que contigo passei! Vejo que sem quer que eu perceba deixo cair de meus olhos alguma lagrimas, e logo vejo que são lagrimas das lembranças, lembranças essas que me fazem chorar de tristeza, saudades, solidão. Lágrimas, choro, sofrimento, angustia, tristeza, sentimento de perda; acredite a bebida caneta e papel; são companheiros meus nesta noite fria e solitária... Começo a me lembrar de como era lindo ver você me esperando, ouvir sua voz; sentir seu coração... Mais logo respiro bem fundo e vejo que nada mais é igual desde a sua partida, ou minha ida... Foram lindos os momentos contigo; mais tenha certeza de que eles foram únicos, mágicos e especiais para mim. Afinal! São eles que me fazem chorar toda vez quando deles lembro! Percebo que ninguém anda nas ruas a não ser pessoas deprimidas que como eu que são amantes da noite e da solidão... De repente uma garoa fina começa a cair e confesso que fico meio sem jeito de saber diferenciar o que é chuva, do que são lagrimas em meu rosto! Não quero comover ninguém com minhas palavras; só precisava colocar pra fora o que há muito tempo vem me matando aos poucos... "A sua ausência”! Confesso que ontem mesmo desejei ter você junto a mim. Perguntas sem respostas começam a rondar a minha cabeça; e logo me pergunto se seria a morte o melhor caminho pra ver se esse meu problema passaria! Estaria eu rumo à depressão? Não; não! E elas insistem em voltar... Um homem como eu? Isso é falta de sono; logo vai passar; como diria você... Mais o tempo passa; e eu vejo que é algo mais serio do eu pensava! Ai! eu queria tanto você aqui do meu lado pra me abraçar, dizer que me ama; e que nunca, jamais, vai me deixar. Vejo que ninguém é capaz de entender o que há tempos tem tirado a minha paz, o meu sono, a minha vontade de ser feliz, vontade de sorrir, porque eu só queria voltar a ser quem eu realmente era! Apesar de tudo; percebo que aprendo com tudo isso... Mais confesso que são aprendizados difíceis; coisas que eu não gostaria de estar aprendendo! Mulheres passam a cada cinco minutos algumas delas às vezes mexem comigo; mais vejo que nenhuma me faz realizado como você me fazia, porém, me perdoe por não ter te feito feliz todos os dias da sua vida; mais também te perdôo por me fazer chorar e sofrer todos os dias... Sei eu que só queria alguém me entendesse, será que é tão difícil assim?! Alguém pra me abraçar, pra me proteger, alguém que me beije do melhor jeito possível, que me faça realmente feliz... Mas percebo que só você pôde ser esse alguém! Ai como eu sinto sua falta; falta do seu beijo, do sue abraço, do seu cheiro, do seu corpo, de quando nós brigávamos, de quando nós riamos juntos... Lágrimas de novo... Ou melhor; não sei como elas ainda existem; e insistem em rolar... Já é tarde e eu volto pra casa, em prantos! Mais conformado, por ter conseguido superar mais um dia sem você, mais uma noite de lagrimas, solidão e sofrimento... Medo, certeza; medo e certeza, estas sim são realmente as palavras para descrever tudo isso que hoje acontece comigo, mas não é medo do que passei ou do que ainda vou passar é porque tenho a certeza de que nunca mais vou deixar de te amar! Deparo-me com esse tanto de coisas boas que existem dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Coisas que me fazem sentir uma saudade absurda de você, cheiro, fotos, nossos momentos, músicas, cada canto, cada apelido carinhoso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vivo hoje com a certeza de que o nosso amor foi lindo e eterno..apesar de tua ausência, sinto que essa leve brisa que toca meu rosto, são lembranças boas de um tempo que não volta mais. Só lhe peço, lembre-se do quanto te amei, te venerei, do quanto de quis. Você foi a melhor coisa que aconteceu em minha vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obrigado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Obs: Escrevi já faz um mês ... eu acho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-8643687226657073239?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/8643687226657073239/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=8643687226657073239' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8643687226657073239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8643687226657073239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/11/tua-ausncia.html' title='Tua Ausência'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-5163033925584264145</id><published>2008-10-28T17:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T17:02:57.117-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Louco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;  font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quero ficar só, sozinho com minhas lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" line-height: 115%;  font-size:10pt;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quero sentir as mil agulhadas da recordação, a suave dor da saudade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas só, sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quero que me venha a mente o passado já que no futuro não penso e o presente não vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Viver para que? Para manter a recordação? E sentir a dor intensa da separação?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não, não quero mais ter os pensamentos controlados.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que a inexistência de idéias me permita viver absorto a tudo e a todos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E tudo por sua causa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Se você compreendesse meu esforço, se apercebesse que o amor por você me tolhia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;nada de ruim teria acontecido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E hoje estaríamos juntos unidos pelos laços do amor do meu amor ao menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Você não quis. Achou-me fraco eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sentiu que podia me dominar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E numa fúria indomável pôs tudo a perder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Todo um sonho, o meu sonho. A vida, papel em que desenhei o amor perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando nossos olhos se espelharam a primeira vez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Seu sorriso um amanhecer de um lindo dia me trouxe a esperança de ver meu desenho concretizado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E na minha ingenuidade, na ânsia de realizar o meu ideal tracei as mais belas formas e em prosa cantei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quando vires a tarde triste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Com ar de que vai chover&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Lembra-te que são meus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Que choram por não te ver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas, aos poucos vi desmoronar pedra por pedra aquele castelo de amor tranqüilo que tanto imaginei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E o sonho fechou a janela pela qual olhava a vida me deixando só a realidade que vi estampada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;em seus olhos ferinos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Quis fugir, mas, não consegui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sentia-me preso as suas garras, aprisionado pelo seu cheiro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;hipnotizado pelo seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E qual cão que se sujeita a vontade do dono quedei-me quieto ao seu lado aconcheguei-me aos seus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como sofri. Quanta vez tive vontade de correr, de sumir desaparecer para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas, quando seus olhos para mim voltava, sua voz fazia-se ouvir a meu lugar retornava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;aconchegado a seus pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Hoje, não a vejo mais e aprisionado neste quarto sou considerado louco.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Louco porque me desprendi da coleira, da corda que me envolvia o pescoço e procurei ser livre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não. Louco, porque não consigo afastar de mim sua presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Louco por não esquecer sua vos, seu olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E irado desfiro murros contra a parede e vejo as feridas abertas em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;salpicarem o chão com gotas de sangue. E quando as gotas procuro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vejo o seu nome por elas escrito. então, choro...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Um louco também sabe chorar..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-5163033925584264145?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/5163033925584264145/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=5163033925584264145' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5163033925584264145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5163033925584264145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/louco.html' title='Louco'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-6912279609815804645</id><published>2008-10-23T00:28:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T00:29:15.572-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Não Quero</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não quero alguém que morra de amor por mim... Só preciso de alguém que viva por mim, que queira estar junto de mim, me abraçando. Não exijo que esse alguém me ame como eu o amo, quero apenas que me ame, não me importando com que intensidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho a pretensão de que todas as pessoas que gosto, gostem de mim... Nem que eu faça a falta que elas me fazem, o importante pra mim é saber que eu, em algum momento, fui insubstituível... E que esse momento será inesquecível... Só quero que meu sentimento seja valorizado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sempre poder ter um sorriso estampando meu rosto, mesmo quando a situação não for muito alegre... E que esse meu sorriso consiga transmitir paz para os que estiverem ao meu redor. Quero poder fechar meus olhos e imaginar alguém... e poder ter a absoluta certeza de que esse alguém também pensa em mim quando fecha os olhos, que faço falta quando não estou por perto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria ter a certeza de que apesar de minhas renúncias e loucuras, alguém me valoriza pelo que sou, não pelo que tenho... Que me veja como um ser humano completo, que abusa demais dos bons sentimentos que a vida lhe proporciona, que dê valor ao que realmente importa, que é meu sentimento... e não brinque com ele. E que esse alguém me peça para que eu nunca mude, para que eu nunca cresça, para que eu seja sempre eu mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero brigar com o mundo, mas se um dia isso acontecer, quero ter forças suficientes para mostrar a ele que o amor existe... Que ele é superior ao ódio e ao rancor, e que não existe vitória sem humildade e paz. Quero poder acreditar que mesmo se hoje eu fracassar, amanhã será outro dia, e se eu não desistir dos meus sonhos e propósitos, talvez obterei êxito e serei plenamente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que eu nunca deixe minha esperança ser abalada por palavras pessimistas... Que a esperança nunca me pareça um "não" que a gente teima em maquiá-lo de verde e entendê-lo como "sim". Quero poder ter a liberdade de dizer o que sinto a uma pessoa, de poder dizer a alguém o quanto ele é especial e importante pra mim, sem ter de me preocupar com terceiros... Sem correr o risco de ferir uma ou mais pessoas com esse sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero, um dia, poder dizer às pessoas que nada foi em vão... que o amor existe, que vale a pena se doar às amizades a às pessoas, que a vida é bela sim, e que eu sempre dei o melhor de mim...e que valeu a pena!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-6912279609815804645?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/6912279609815804645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=6912279609815804645' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6912279609815804645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6912279609815804645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-quero.html' title='Não Quero'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-7811363291928452419</id><published>2008-10-22T16:46:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T16:54:16.159-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Experiencia de vida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quero mudar minha forma como as nuvens, absorver toda a tristeza e depois chorar, e não ter medo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quero que meu coração seja simples e Queime desejo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mesmo que ele Esteja manjado de Preto, ainda vou querer proteger o amor de todos, sonhar não parece impossível agora que posso contar com você. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Eu vi tristezas que não deveria ter visto e chorei lágrimas que não devia ter superado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Não sou forte o bastante para viver apenas junto das verdades.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mais sou forte o bastante para Admitir que eu quero crescer diante disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Deixarei meu destino com o vento mesmo que o destino me leve para o pior lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Se tiver algo que me arrependo, foi de não ter ouvido meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Quando ele me disse que não preciso forçar o sorriso para ninguém, que não tem problema eu sorrir para mim mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-7811363291928452419?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/7811363291928452419/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=7811363291928452419' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7811363291928452419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7811363291928452419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/experiencia-de-vida.html' title='Experiencia de vida'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-7336935099109111866</id><published>2008-10-19T17:50:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:51:11.757-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amizade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 12px; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;''As palavras de amizade e conforto podem ser curtas e sucintas, mas o seu eco é infindável''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-7336935099109111866?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/7336935099109111866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=7336935099109111866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7336935099109111866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/7336935099109111866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/amizade.html' title='Amizade'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-21765274652267230</id><published>2008-10-19T12:37:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T12:40:12.238-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Detalhes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Tarde demais pra tentar consertar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Espero que não faça o que eu falei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas tem razão não foi nada em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E aqui acaba a competição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O tempo vai correr, vai nos dizer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vai nos fazer entender   Que erramos ao tentar, sem saber no que ia dar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Você se já tem um outro alguém, espero que fiquemos bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Então posso aprender a não me meter, com que não posso competir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas saiba que sempre estarei aqui.  E o que passou, tão pouco ficou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Como fui capaz de me enganar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Peço perdão, me de atenção.  E por isso fiz esse refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Só pra ti dizer que amo você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E já mais vou te esquecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-21765274652267230?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/21765274652267230/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=21765274652267230' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/21765274652267230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/21765274652267230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/detalhes.html' title='Detalhes'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-501746447795250945</id><published>2008-10-18T20:05:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T20:07:46.840-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não há nada que eu possa fazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Pra ter você de volta pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E eu sento e tento ao menos entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O que eu fiz de tão ruim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mas eu não sei, eu não sei... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Onde está todo amor que eu te dei?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Foi pra onde que eu não sei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Só tristeza e solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vão ficar marcadas no coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nisso eu te dou razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É impossível viver só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sorrindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-501746447795250945?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/501746447795250945/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=501746447795250945' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/501746447795250945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/501746447795250945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-h-nada-que-eu-possa-fazer-pra-ter.html' title=''/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-4051219840617372684</id><published>2008-10-18T12:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T00:55:46.972-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se um dia eu não acordar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;font-family:'Courier New';font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Imagina se um dia eu não acordar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quem vai puxar assunto com você?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Quem vai mentir que você é legal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Imagina se um dia eu morrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Você iria se arrepender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; De não ter dito tudo que eu perguntava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E eu vou morrer sem nunca saber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Se você, no fundo, me amava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Você choraria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Se lamentaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Será que algum dia eu vou saber?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mas eu também me arrependeria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Pois pra ti eu nunca me declarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; E agora também eu nem poderia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Declarar-me e eu nunca mais poderei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-4051219840617372684?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/4051219840617372684/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=4051219840617372684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4051219840617372684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4051219840617372684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/se-um-dia-eu-no-acordar.html' title='Se um dia eu não acordar'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-5134480371471146880</id><published>2008-10-05T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T19:40:41.145-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por Rodrigo Edgar'/><title type='text'>O que é preciso?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Quantas lagrimas são necessarias para te fazer feliz?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Porque eu fiz de tudo só não chorei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&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/7538603717459636622-5134480371471146880?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/5134480371471146880/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=5134480371471146880' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5134480371471146880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5134480371471146880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-que-preciso.html' title='O que é preciso?'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-3019763320931234517</id><published>2008-10-04T10:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T10:15:47.234-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Quebrar o silêncio !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Eu sou o disco que você não quer mais ouvir Sabendo que vai doer Sabendo que é sobre você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-3019763320931234517?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/3019763320931234517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=3019763320931234517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/3019763320931234517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/3019763320931234517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/quebrar-o-silncio.html' title='Quebrar o silêncio !'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-3961934573370014321</id><published>2008-10-04T02:14:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T02:16:50.929-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ah .. Vai a Merda'/><title type='text'>Ta Ai ó</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quer saber !?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vai tomar no meio do seu cú !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-style: italic; "&gt;Maldita época de ilusões !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-3961934573370014321?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/3961934573370014321/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=3961934573370014321' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/3961934573370014321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/3961934573370014321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/ta-ai.html' title='Ta Ai ó'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-6440477707471118694</id><published>2008-10-02T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T21:47:24.576-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O momento mais forte do amor, é quando sabemos que ele precisa morrer, mas não temos força para matá-lo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-6440477707471118694?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/6440477707471118694/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=6440477707471118694' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6440477707471118694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6440477707471118694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-momento-mais-forte-do-amor-quando.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-6597195330842381480</id><published>2008-10-02T01:32:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T01:38:08.914-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Marcus Vinicius'/><title type='text'>Vazio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap; font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Viraste o espelho de quem sempre falou mal ! olhaste o mundo achando que só existe você ! Não se engane ao achar que esta tudo novamente normal ! pois o normal pode se tornar anormal, como a tristeza e o vazio de um coração enganador, egoista como julgou, como o abafo de um suspiro individual ao ouvires o que queres, ou o que realmente lhe faz mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-6597195330842381480?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/6597195330842381480/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=6597195330842381480' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6597195330842381480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/6597195330842381480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/vazio.html' title='Vazio'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-2196191354891972774</id><published>2008-10-01T23:04:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T23:10:27.197-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='por Rodrigo Edgar'/><title type='text'>Quando se Perde ....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); "&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;O mundo não é tão grande, quando se Perde alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quando meus olhos olham em volta e não te vêem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sinto-me inseguro e fraco, me falta algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Um coração sem o calor, um corpo sem a alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Aos poucos posso ir te esquecendo, mais garanto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que quando essa hora chegar eu já terei fugido há muito tempo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tente não escutar o vento, pois nele esta meu lamento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mais escute seu coração, pois nele estava meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do mesmo jeito que eu escuto um frio timbre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Que abafa o som dos meus passos, tentando fugir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;De um mundo sem você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-2196191354891972774?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/2196191354891972774/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=2196191354891972774' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2196191354891972774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/2196191354891972774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/o-mundo-no-to-grande-quando-se-perde.html' title='Quando se Perde ....'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-4387374993381570650</id><published>2008-10-01T11:40:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T11:41:31.737-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Por Que?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101); font-family: 'Courier New'; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;quanto mais me preocupar com as coisas que acontecem  quanto mais eu fracassar com os problemas que aparecem  eu não teria mais motivos pra viver  mas eu não me preocupo porque eu não penso assim  às vezes o dia até pode acontecer  são coisas da vida não tem o que fazer  so quero acordar e ver o dia clarear  são coisas que o dia talvez ira esquecer, ninguém tem nada a ver, resolva seu problemas   quanto mais me preocupar com as coisas que acontecem  quanto mais eu fracassar com os problemas que aparecem  sera que isso tudo o dia ira passar  porque na vida sempre tem que ser assim  às vezes o dia até pode acontecer  são coisas da vida não tem o que fazer  não ha mais do que nada que eu não possa superar  são coisas que o dia talvez ira esquecer, ninguém tem nada a ver, resolva seu problemas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-4387374993381570650?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/4387374993381570650/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=4387374993381570650' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4387374993381570650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/4387374993381570650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/10/por-que.html' title='Por Que?'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-8547781499898639499</id><published>2008-09-30T21:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:59:37.924-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Tamanho de uma Pessoa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(62, 60, 60);   font-family:verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa é enorme para você, quando fala do que leu e viveu,&lt;br /&gt;quando trata você com carinho e respeito, quando olha nos olhos e sorri destravado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É pequena para você quando só pensa em si mesma, quando se comporta de uma maneira pouco gentil, quando fracassa justamente no momento em que teria  que demonstrar o que há de mais importante entre duas pessoas: A Amizade, O Respeito, O Carinho, O Zelo e até mesmo o Amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa é gigante para você quando se interessa pela sua vida, quando busca alternativas para o seu crescimento, quando sonha junto com você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;E pequena quando desvia do assunto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa é grande quando perdoa, quando compreende, quando se coloca no lugar do outro, quando age não de acordo com o que esperam dela, mas de acordo com o que espera de si mesma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa é pequena quando se deixa reger por comportamentos clichês.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma mesma pessoa pode aparentar grandeza ou miudeza dentro de um relacionamento, pode crescer ou decrescer num espaço de poucas semanas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma decepção pode diminuir o tamanho de um amor que parecia ser grande.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma ausência pode aumentar o tamanho de um amor que parecia ser ínfimo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;É difícil conviver com esta elasticidade: as pessoas se agigantam e se encolhem aos nossos olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nosso julgamento é feito não através de centímetros e metros, mas de ações e reações, de expectativas e frustrações.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Uma pessoa é única ao estender a mão, e ao recolhê-la inesperadamente, se torna mais uma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;O egoísmo unifica os insignificantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h4 style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Não é a altura, nem o peso, nem os músculos que tornam uma pessoa  grande…&lt;br /&gt;…é a sua sensibilidade, sem tamanho…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify; "&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Willian Shakespeare&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-8547781499898639499?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/8547781499898639499/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=8547781499898639499' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8547781499898639499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8547781499898639499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/09/o-tamanho-de-uma-pessoa.html' title='O Tamanho de uma Pessoa'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-5203543839767889080</id><published>2008-09-30T12:19:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T12:22:51.410-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   font-family:'Courier New';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I hope someday will come  Faking feelings on my own  Dead days on cold  All alone  When it's over  I'm sure she's not the one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-5203543839767889080?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/5203543839767889080/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=5203543839767889080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5203543839767889080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/5203543839767889080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/09/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-86298129689096345</id><published>2008-09-30T02:29:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T02:36:38.894-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Badaui'/><title type='text'>A alguns quilômetros de lugar nenhum</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SOG63y111kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vuh0Ib4MwBc/s1600-h/cpm22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SOG63y111kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vuh0Ib4MwBc/s320/cpm22.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251684108193879618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(101, 101, 101);   font-family:'Courier New';font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A alguns quilômetros de lugar nenhum tendo o passado e o presente,  algo em comum. Na vida existe a sorte e o azar, mas no futuro não sabemos  o que vai dar, Nem pra mim, nem pra você, nem pra ninguém. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  font-family:arial;font-size:42px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre style="white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);  font-family:arial;font-size:42px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" white-space: pre-wrap;font-family:-webkit-monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-86298129689096345?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/86298129689096345/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=86298129689096345' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/86298129689096345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/86298129689096345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/09/alguns-quilmetros-de-lugar-nenhum.html' title='A alguns quilômetros de lugar nenhum'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SOG63y111kI/AAAAAAAAACE/Vuh0Ib4MwBc/s72-c/cpm22.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-8520679710699366728</id><published>2008-09-29T21:30:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:32:40.830-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='www.eleckburn.blogspot.com'/><title type='text'>Por Victor Eduardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);   line-height: 15px; font-family:Verdana;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;h1 id="phototitle"  style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0.8em; margin-left: 0px;  font-size:1.3em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Caminhos cruzados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt;Existe uma linha invisivel que une aqueles destinados a se encontrar, não há coincidências na vida, tudo conspira, tudo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Num eterno ciclo, vamos ao abismo da tristeza ao ápice da felicidade.&lt;br /&gt;Perdemos o passado a cada segundo e construimos o futuro sem termos conciência disso.&lt;br /&gt;A distância é apenas um pretexto para que nosso reencontro seja mais aprazível.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7538603717459636622-8520679710699366728?l=thepunkcore.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/feeds/8520679710699366728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7538603717459636622&amp;postID=8520679710699366728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8520679710699366728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7538603717459636622/posts/default/8520679710699366728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepunkcore.blogspot.com/2008/09/por-victor-eduardo.html' title='Por Victor Eduardo'/><author><name>TH3 ™</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08912690954817170334</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_QK61zoSNrnk/SSWGlMX6xFI/AAAAAAAAAEI/AR56RxRPaNo/S220/Marquinhos+(3).jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7538603717459636622.post-2111355179830790808</id><published>2008-09-29T19:38:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T19:41:34.879-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='São Paulo'/><title type='text'>Delirio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana; 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