tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53895717284023270032024-03-05T19:45:57.542+00:00Welcome to Heart Burst BlogHeart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-85058194257290886022009-10-12T21:51:00.001+01:002009-10-12T21:53:26.532+01:00Birdie<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrwB-B1o3ps_66XW70DH0bkf8L-MPp2QjKzvaF3fylDt9lwZIdRIaxbx846Ay1S7V3KeCbRQDWuFf2VZ84m8NXWMX5Fq3fz5Bf0RBKvSuUKVHt-ckrHRU7nx4Y7FYcNEZIs8o742xKCk/s1600-h/bird.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcrwB-B1o3ps_66XW70DH0bkf8L-MPp2QjKzvaF3fylDt9lwZIdRIaxbx846Ay1S7V3KeCbRQDWuFf2VZ84m8NXWMX5Fq3fz5Bf0RBKvSuUKVHt-ckrHRU7nx4Y7FYcNEZIs8o742xKCk/s320/bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391819294182474610" border="0" /></a>The bird gets so high,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">It will learn from scratch<br />What means to fly.<br />I hope it doesnt crash,<br />God will make sure he doesn't die.<br /><br />He is a long way from home<br />I hope he finds his way.<br />He doesn't want to come back alone<br />And God will show him someday<br />The path to find his loved one.<br /></div><br /><a href="http://petragaleria.files.wordpress.com/2007/11/2006_passarinho_bird.jpg">Fonte da Imagem</a>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-70133096974839411252009-07-28T01:28:00.002+01:002009-07-28T01:31:22.468+01:00Foge<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvycC_Te5oRRbvsAsXtUMSlp-pVHGOY6kivsb-bLbXseN4FbA8emcV4lWFEZV7ATdmsb79xnTVXbhsFIfCkgAjSaDBNWhbtHzvYCV9QV1Ko8oyqaM0IgilYzlx_OXUt375AvwlDWBF0JM/s1600-h/Pink_Floyd_the_Wall_Teacher_by_KrazyKernal.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 270px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvycC_Te5oRRbvsAsXtUMSlp-pVHGOY6kivsb-bLbXseN4FbA8emcV4lWFEZV7ATdmsb79xnTVXbhsFIfCkgAjSaDBNWhbtHzvYCV9QV1Ko8oyqaM0IgilYzlx_OXUt375AvwlDWBF0JM/s320/Pink_Floyd_the_Wall_Teacher_by_KrazyKernal.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363301529162417650" border="0" /></a>Corre pela calçada, a criança<br />Escondendo-se do seu futuro<br />Em janelas entreabertas<br />Que lhe dão confiança.<br /><br />Ela persegue o sonho de uma vida,<br />Com pedaços de perigo nas suas veias,<br />Quentes de esforço e de determinação.<br />E que jorram ao abrir de outra ferida.<br /><br />Com o vento a bater na sua cara,<br />Luta pelo seu destino,<br />Encarnecido por uma mágoa eterna.<br />Habitando uma maturidade que lhe saiu cara.<br /><br />Ela não corre atrás de um sonho.<br />Ela procura fugir do seu pesadelo.<br />Não encontra um caminho definido,<br />Mas para ela, qualquer coisa é melhor<br />Que uma vida sem sentido.<br /><br />Boa sorte criança foragida,<br />Foge para longe, onde ninguém te veja,<br />Encontra quem cuide de ti,<br />Encontra alguém que te proteja.<br /><a href="http://krazykernal.deviantart.com/art/Pink-Floyd-the-Wall-Teacher-21153860"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://krazykernal.deviantart.com/art/Pink-Floyd-the-Wall-Teacher-21153860">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-43696322038445676162009-06-19T20:42:00.002+01:002009-06-19T20:53:36.267+01:00Wish<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPsyoYxEcDVhxpKChdb4gxlAXRbXtc-km7RqhW_PNIMeUYtMBd_Ikn_dO63RiR2oRgDRbGIUxENBHhGEK3rYZenXShzu3PSCGJvTtVz45BNK1Gd9m1msT_Fs2_eT7ohUmCCK87flctK1E/s1600-h/Fly_Free_by_aiyoshi.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPsyoYxEcDVhxpKChdb4gxlAXRbXtc-km7RqhW_PNIMeUYtMBd_Ikn_dO63RiR2oRgDRbGIUxENBHhGEK3rYZenXShzu3PSCGJvTtVz45BNK1Gd9m1msT_Fs2_eT7ohUmCCK87flctK1E/s320/Fly_Free_by_aiyoshi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349128692046339394" border="0" /></a>I wish I could fly<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Free from sins<br /></div>And never die<br />Enrage the sadness<br />'Till it is gone<br /><br />I wish I could be better<br />Have love through the flesh and bone.<br />Care about the others<br />Like I don't matter<br />I want to be light like feathers.<br /><br />I wish I could love more<br />Give away everything I know<br />So that I could take you to fly for<br />Anything you want long ago.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://aiyoshi.deviantart.com/art/Fly-Free-118401337">Fonte da Imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-21492915196797896312009-06-06T22:33:00.003+01:002009-06-06T22:36:29.341+01:00Actualização<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVofIKYnE-8WWr2IcctWp3mh4HUq0XW0NwvPz3IF30npvOvgZLGkyiBh6dUokO8Gh7IkW-4DlC_AeClWBoiBf8iL3WUEhR7quN7lw4BPmWDHOWCE86r8waWH7153X2WYnsSsS1pHyIRc/s1600-h/pvexperimentv.2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuVofIKYnE-8WWr2IcctWp3mh4HUq0XW0NwvPz3IF30npvOvgZLGkyiBh6dUokO8Gh7IkW-4DlC_AeClWBoiBf8iL3WUEhR7quN7lw4BPmWDHOWCE86r8waWH7153X2WYnsSsS1pHyIRc/s320/pvexperimentv.2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344331216937155042" border="0" /></a>O blog encontra-se agora com uma actualização no layout e também uma alteração na playlist, contendo agora músicas originais, compostas por mim.<br />Aproveito ainda para deixar o link do meu palco principal <span style="font-size:130%;"><a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.palcoprincipal.com/pvexperiment">aqui</a></span>.<br /></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-13158593433490701852009-05-16T22:40:00.003+01:002009-05-16T22:50:57.407+01:00Blessing<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6BaanZQ8c5-nqc2M8OmH_-Pki1BUmIWRUk0jDHgFdVQX46cOs1ZWi1bmWyctZpaxUnrFkt9G_quwjeYuWHPaptmovCYuheqvsxTJ5rhwrpJ3s6X4HXxl4CCFHwRS74uUrwCDUk2bvLE/s1600-h/blessing.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJ6BaanZQ8c5-nqc2M8OmH_-Pki1BUmIWRUk0jDHgFdVQX46cOs1ZWi1bmWyctZpaxUnrFkt9G_quwjeYuWHPaptmovCYuheqvsxTJ5rhwrpJ3s6X4HXxl4CCFHwRS74uUrwCDUk2bvLE/s320/blessing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336540791506925346" border="0" /></a>I spend a life time waiting.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Carrying a heartless body<br />Dragged by a dirty soul<br />That always kept me meaningless.<br /><br />I thought of giving up so many times<br />That I was dead already or at least<br />Burning in my own selfish attitude<br />But wouldn't I fight back and try to<br />find a fresh start?<br /><br />I tried to shower myself in a blink of grace<br />That revealed to be acid rain,<br />Ready to kill me slowly and so painfully<br />Shred me to pieces.<br />I ran away.<br />I left her behind,<br />Before she could stab me in my heart and<br />Claim me as a trophy.<br /><br />Even so, I waited.<br />In silence I suffered.<br />In laughs I enjoyed what I still had.<br />I preyed for God help and cryed many nights<br />For a blessing.<br /><br />And a blessing I got.<br />I found you.<br />Laying in front of my eyes,<br />Waiting as much as me, for a sign.<br />Something to change you.<br />And so I did. I changed your life<br />in exchange for love, I gave you my heart<br />and for yours I would die for.<br /><a href="http://images.google.com.br/imgres?imgurl=http://www.edogallery.net/wp-content/uploads/blessing.png&imgrefurl=http://www.edogallery.net/works/blessing&usg=__Qia2z8bMVYM6KkTQ6dOiMomheX8=&h=334&w=300&sz=153&hl=pt-BR&start=6&sig2=zOzOTgupt75ddMyC79n3Rg&tbnid=uBvWdllfaNle6M:&tbnh=119&tbnw=107&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dblessing%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DG&ei=1zIPSr61CsyTjAfP8tnoBg"><br /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.edogallery.net/works/blessing">Fonte da Imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-6845050574010023022009-04-03T20:40:00.003+01:002009-04-03T20:47:05.901+01:00Too far away<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2V3ZYN63SYGaEyJW2oQ2UZUSz1KmC7ZO0nCZAV7Xd0ywzJLcw1_ekk7UwDLIfNv4jLY-AU5oCOdi6MLO2HhkryM4nc4M-Nx2lxlwyNBHJ53rXze3MWawy5Rjyiem5GjcWuZE1oukHQU/s1600-h/faraway.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ2V3ZYN63SYGaEyJW2oQ2UZUSz1KmC7ZO0nCZAV7Xd0ywzJLcw1_ekk7UwDLIfNv4jLY-AU5oCOdi6MLO2HhkryM4nc4M-Nx2lxlwyNBHJ53rXze3MWawy5Rjyiem5GjcWuZE1oukHQU/s320/faraway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320553337229129794" border="0" /></a>When you get your answers right,<br />Maybe you will quit being insecure.<br />'Cause you need to find peace<br />And don't ask me for more than I am giving you<br />'Cause...<br /><br />I can't be there,<br />Whenever you want,<br />But I am there whenever you need me<br />It doesn't mean that I don't care,<br />It means I can't always be pleasing.<br /><br />And every words we say,<br />Is all about what we feel<br />It feels enough for me<br />But I really try hard<br />To make it more real.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://mob5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/layout_withdrawl/backgrounds/faraway.jpg">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-25991738968888566622009-03-31T14:01:00.002+01:002009-03-31T14:10:43.243+01:00Make it forever<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwEISF9HA2Y4on-WEfkPWPs4lDsLdL_-iGzqBLAiKcZ6ctDeFx04xyz9yLYsgRN_jbp2yMzxitYLaIIGesMz1BDQieJRNtWJBVuMK9EMiJoVy3qlkAZAVkJnD7lT9J8uNH6cGufkI258/s1600-h/gif_heart_60.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAwEISF9HA2Y4on-WEfkPWPs4lDsLdL_-iGzqBLAiKcZ6ctDeFx04xyz9yLYsgRN_jbp2yMzxitYLaIIGesMz1BDQieJRNtWJBVuMK9EMiJoVy3qlkAZAVkJnD7lT9J8uNH6cGufkI258/s320/gif_heart_60.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319338442613399602" border="0" /></a>Through a sleepless night<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">I know I found the meaning,<br />That keeps you warm inside:<br /><br />It's the feeling that wants you more than fine.<br />Even if I can't feel you now,<br />You know your heart is bound within mine.<br /><br />I knew it would be hard<br />To make our love better,<br />But never though I could be so happy now,<br />Making it feel like forever.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://content2.myyearbook.com/usercontent/fast/pimp_images/Images/Love/Hearts/gif_heart_60.gif"><br />Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-63404009258362476572009-02-24T21:44:00.004+00:002009-02-24T21:55:06.690+00:00Overrated<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1afaFdRhzJX5V3g3e8VXTNjpwKbWiNL8KszRTf_5yPsL1iZjo2UUl9pgoMn0g0hwoh0wqDe_xi52D_XqCaIqm3l-J8P659hoSIA1pYKfutefE8gpmBq1T7Gp8qG9EOIa15juEtL_mK0/s1600-h/Love+is+overrated.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb1afaFdRhzJX5V3g3e8VXTNjpwKbWiNL8KszRTf_5yPsL1iZjo2UUl9pgoMn0g0hwoh0wqDe_xi52D_XqCaIqm3l-J8P659hoSIA1pYKfutefE8gpmBq1T7Gp8qG9EOIa15juEtL_mK0/s320/Love+is+overrated.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306485437561446818" border="0" /></a>I want to keep you close<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Claim you as mine.<br />Don't care what it takes,<br />I will assure you are fine.<br />You can call me crazy<br />But still,<br />I am your hero tonight.<br /><br />I can't stay with you forever.<br />And even if I could,<br />Every word that you say,<br />And the things that kept me close<br />I am not sure.<br />Could it be overrated love?<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://images2.cafepress.com/product/214880092v4_350x350_Front.jpg">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-71972648538087695702009-01-11T22:51:00.008+00:002009-01-11T23:14:04.735+00:00No more excuses<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UHznwAP2JtP2ESQ1922c58Fz0pfUCHLZnH1X4BOQ19FAxfWpz3-s_Q0vMNjED7j9uVmIwmp-s3FCbiAT2ev-r0NjDtRurFO8df0qtTaxarOztZ3-5_S7cEFRanxN5Zz-BPKhwiECBIg/s1600-h/lagrima.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8UHznwAP2JtP2ESQ1922c58Fz0pfUCHLZnH1X4BOQ19FAxfWpz3-s_Q0vMNjED7j9uVmIwmp-s3FCbiAT2ev-r0NjDtRurFO8df0qtTaxarOztZ3-5_S7cEFRanxN5Zz-BPKhwiECBIg/s320/lagrima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290178002009211650" border="0" /></a>When i feel all this pain,<br />Everything is blur<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">There is nothing that i can see.<br />But still seems ok.<br /><br />When there's nothing left<br />No more to lose.<br />I beg for death,<br />And you refuse.<br /><br />Kill me now,<br />Let me be free,<br />Don't know how<br />Just let it be.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEBvNEDVIN8kVAlg374hUO546GEhF2i9-it2fpN-_o7Q9rMlfzC3CQXXR4E6u24E4PY8gzBE6RxOzMDOurwNSnwg28TzZc7a7NmsEkojpYyeY5Vz5MxdoT8Mtcwkm9G1dZxGKL_hJwKrFe/s400/lagrima.jpg&imgrefurl=http://reencontrandoaspalavras.blogspot.com/2007_05_01_archive.html&usg=__vsMkFVkl8qRGOgQLlk6e_eIf9bw=&h=294&w=400&sz=18&hl=pt-BR&start=31&sig2=KBW7MrXARwrdXoPuKkye2g&tbnid=oh8JQptkcHlBQM:&tbnh=91&tbnw=124&ei=InxqSbnON53HjAeOjICvCA&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dl%25C3%25A1grimas%26start%3D18%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26safe%3Doff%26sa%3DN">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-330275252167955732009-01-04T22:33:00.005+00:002009-01-04T22:46:36.919+00:00Scary Little Spirit<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQnx9VL4yfkwCyfgQgvFsLXbe62gbohAQVtcPFN5CrnHlcbmpWqs6GAZSMzjHAqay90EJ86KpXccCFXJTB7-Eo8Wr6HSyrWIIacXhyphenhyphen3TjKYEY_mtAIb4M38bzV44HXH7DnrGGJmDs_Do/s1600-h/ARHGfhg_A_GHOST_by_fresh4u.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyQnx9VL4yfkwCyfgQgvFsLXbe62gbohAQVtcPFN5CrnHlcbmpWqs6GAZSMzjHAqay90EJ86KpXccCFXJTB7-Eo8Wr6HSyrWIIacXhyphenhyphen3TjKYEY_mtAIb4M38bzV44HXH7DnrGGJmDs_Do/s320/ARHGfhg_A_GHOST_by_fresh4u.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287573264000544226" border="0" /></a>You're a scary little spirit.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Awaking with the dead<br />Walking through the night.<br />Caring about the living,<br />Fearing the light.<br />And fucking far from leaving.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://fresh4u.deviantart.com/art/ARHGfhg-A-GHOST-45666132">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-81392633731904621212008-12-07T00:07:00.003+00:002008-12-07T00:20:59.440+00:00Goddess<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOCf3U9lZ5Ul0aV20Ydzgz23ptVcSU69dewhQB6UP6S15yKWzupC5cHxoKr3w0Ny_WMUqwrkowxv48bhe3CmksBOtFj5iK9yb7kXsI6XIGupl59Q3oDnRe6Lgyfmk-HTiGIzjG8PIKdg/s1600-h/forest.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCOCf3U9lZ5Ul0aV20Ydzgz23ptVcSU69dewhQB6UP6S15yKWzupC5cHxoKr3w0Ny_WMUqwrkowxv48bhe3CmksBOtFj5iK9yb7kXsI6XIGupl59Q3oDnRe6Lgyfmk-HTiGIzjG8PIKdg/s320/forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5276836130563534082" border="0" /></a>I still miss you,<br />And you burn inside,<br />'Cause you don't know what I mean.<br />You feel the anger whitin me<br />When I was beside you<br />It turned to be real.<br />I can't speak out,<br />No longer I feel.<br />What is left of me?<br /><br />Put your life through you<br />And open your chest,<br />Rip of your heart,<br />To put up a rest.<br />You've made me a monster<br />So I'd never, never forget.<br /><br />Goddess of lost religion,<br />You're the cult of my life<br />I will pray for you<br />'Till you be mine.<br /><br />And I still miss you,<br />And burn from inside,<br />Cry through the night<br />Let me face you,<br />Kill me if I am right.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://www.amattos.eng.br/Public/Livro_SI/REFERENCIAS/08-E-COMMERCE.htm">Fonte da imagem</a>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-21818802226546086742008-11-23T23:31:00.002+00:002008-11-23T23:44:48.242+00:00Welcome to Hell<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q9OmV7AjKu9nIolZcNEWmBx8uzTQH9xF9R9XPwEyFEn90ppIEMyuhVVkBSjg0nGSPuRN3gDktVZq-NWBa25vqAWVJpdYRiPM53KvUBpiRw33tkysQTjImLB1Fb4UbMvH6NhbMg7bG7A/s1600-h/inferno.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8Q9OmV7AjKu9nIolZcNEWmBx8uzTQH9xF9R9XPwEyFEn90ppIEMyuhVVkBSjg0nGSPuRN3gDktVZq-NWBa25vqAWVJpdYRiPM53KvUBpiRw33tkysQTjImLB1Fb4UbMvH6NhbMg7bG7A/s320/inferno.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272000479036724882" border="0" /></a>In the deep and darkest place,<br />You don't know what you will find,<br />But can you see my face?<br />Straight in the hell's land?<br />Now take my hand.<br />Keep away from the flames,<br />Make your way through the names<br />Of your dead friends, prey for them<br />And put flowers on their graves.<br />Never again you will see them alive,<br />They are suffering and so will you.<br />Welcome to Hell, welcome to Doom.<br /><br />And now you're at Devil's lair,<br />So be aware, and know<br />That he is unfair.<br />Call it your personal hell<br />Call it pain,<br />It's your fate foretell.<br /><br />You have became Devil's animal,<br />You're the one to be tamed,<br />You're going to be adored<br />And that's for sure.<br />Is your fate,<br />Is you personal hell,<br />He is unfair<br />He will be your mate<br />Servant of hell<br />Is what you became.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://www.forum.clickgratis.com.br/tjlivres/t-319_s-30.html?postdays=0&postorder=asc">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div><br />Este é o 100º post !<br />Confesso que não acreditava que este blog durasse nem 3 meses quanto mais 1 ano que completa este mês. Espero continuar a escrever e publicar enquanto estiver a receber o apoio das pessoas que leem o meu blog. Aproveito para deixar alguns dados estatísticos relativos ao blog:<br /><br />Número de vezes que as páginas foram visitadas:<br /><div style="clear: left;"><div class="stat_data">1,124 <a href="http://counter25.bravenet.com/index.php?id=391260&type=traffic&graph=week&dataset=pageviews&usernum=2090585056"><img src="http://assets.bravenet.com/common/images/serviceicons/displaystats.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" /></a> </div> </div> <div style="clear: left;"> Pessoas que visitaram o blog: <div class="stat_data">482 <a href="http://counter25.bravenet.com/index.php?id=391260&type=traffic&graph=week&dataset=uniques&usernum=2090585056"><img src="http://assets.bravenet.com/common/images/serviceicons/displaystats.gif" align="absmiddle" border="0" /></a> </div> </div> <div style="clear: left;"><br /></div> <div style="clear: left;"> <div class="stat_title">Início da contagem:<br /></div> <div class="stat_data"> 17 de Novembro de 2007<br />Até há data de:<br />23 de Novembro de 2008<br /> </div> </div><br />Vamos esperar que o blog continue a receber visitas!Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-74801832605916659592008-11-19T21:47:00.003+00:002008-11-19T21:50:18.306+00:00Corredor vazio<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglugV8gPrXf7yNHxe9zIhRJGKz6ImNydXfBcsErvrQ5hWoE9UJc-CgSob4AISjsgDyEvYgiUiOeItoixs32hvmHV8AM6px1eQzJRxJzOdpFXHbafUEVX5xy9-_JXH4bXD29SVGnn5bdQ/s1600-h/1359636765_1cace197dd.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgglugV8gPrXf7yNHxe9zIhRJGKz6ImNydXfBcsErvrQ5hWoE9UJc-CgSob4AISjsgDyEvYgiUiOeItoixs32hvmHV8AM6px1eQzJRxJzOdpFXHbafUEVX5xy9-_JXH4bXD29SVGnn5bdQ/s320/1359636765_1cace197dd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270488886918437202" border="0" /></a>Ele caminhou.<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ele caminhou num corredor<br />Vazio e sem portas.<br />Sentou-se num canto<br />A fazer rezas<br />Pelas pessoas mortas.<br />Sentiu o calafrio que o percorre.<br />Ele tem o olhar,<br />Olhar de quem espera<br />Um anjo ou o Diabo.<br />E quando ele entrou,<br />Caminhou em passos mudos,<br />Na sua direcção.<br />O peito quente com<br />O coração acelerado.<br />Ele sabia que era o fim de um caminho,<br />Mas quem viria buscá-lo, assim,<br />Com tanto carinho?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://flickr.com/photos/10432277@N02/1359636765">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-3757077565006480172008-11-18T23:38:00.002+00:002008-11-18T23:44:01.556+00:00Meu solo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98Aj2Z-0dyM0ydsJdJxE15Puf6LQfGfJWwe6MHBjWIBEtRQmI7v-FGjQmhhNf4RYYwH0pxUx6JmkMmkn01dk-tmBffj1-o7ATJ6tHu1IkDNEpqPvKRrl02JiTnclCBHnUKNozq6O9Ca4/s1600-h/notas+musicais2-thumb.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 221px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh98Aj2Z-0dyM0ydsJdJxE15Puf6LQfGfJWwe6MHBjWIBEtRQmI7v-FGjQmhhNf4RYYwH0pxUx6JmkMmkn01dk-tmBffj1-o7ATJ6tHu1IkDNEpqPvKRrl02JiTnclCBHnUKNozq6O9Ca4/s320/notas+musicais2-thumb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270146427425220002" border="0" /></a>Numa ilusão vaga do que é meu, tu és:<br />A minha clave,<br />O meu Sol,<br />Quando tens Dó de Mi,<br />Baixo a bemol.<br />Mas eu conheço-te bem.<br />És um sustenido e cantas<br />Numa voz a dez oitavas.<br />Passo a mão em ti e sinto cordas afinadas.<br />Peço mais do que notas,<br />Peço músicas controversas,<br />Entre os dois fazemos o solo,<br />Em nome das nossas antigas conversas.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://rainbowsky.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/142503.html">Fonte da Imagem</a>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-87015030470819070322008-11-16T23:03:00.000+00:002008-11-16T23:06:12.772+00:00Mudas?<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSesZ-LQtcNjCe2gbB6VY-crzszJD8K-xjoErpaYUSeVzlYu_rjPgiUCbxS3pzRx28Fe9fhYTpeATJEF07EqI5bX1vXoRjIPF7ntpxERgAKmQb3lwSchlyc79Bv6E2dyX58NiIkzqyfg/s1600-h/presa.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 306px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtSesZ-LQtcNjCe2gbB6VY-crzszJD8K-xjoErpaYUSeVzlYu_rjPgiUCbxS3pzRx28Fe9fhYTpeATJEF07EqI5bX1vXoRjIPF7ntpxERgAKmQb3lwSchlyc79Bv6E2dyX58NiIkzqyfg/s320/presa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269395221261459458" border="0" /></a>Falas e não sabes o que dizes<br />Passas vidas a explicar o que ninguém compreende.<br />E ainda queres demonstrar que existes?<br />Cala-te porque não fazes sentido.<br />Não sabes o que queres,<br />E por isso eu mudo!<br />Mudo porque gosto, quero e posso<br />Sou dono, senhor e mando em tudo o que é meu.<br />E tu?<br />Não mudas e não mandas, porque nada em ti é teu,<br />É cópia, é personaficação de alguém que não és.<br />E eu sei quem tu és.<br />Não és nada mais do que passado, não do meu,<br />Mas do teu, em que estás presa.<br />Não páras para pensar.<br />Tudo mudou menos tu, tornaste-te na presa<br />Porque estás inanimada.<br />És criada do predador que te prendeu,<br />Achas nele o teu amigo,<br />Que apenas dor te ofereceu.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><a href="http://www.o_meu_mundo.blogger.com.br/">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-22026132644495690292008-11-01T21:06:00.004+00:002008-11-04T22:55:06.334+00:00Ilusão<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcgUiiFtmhI-x8Z1zsrgpJ-YX76QuRAE_Bn7o44Htk3VAuQQxclpDVspMcEpVhNFB4DzUeq1-iDeyjgWJSjSBLikTLKLvScCNdGBDF3iCQ_CVaumsG10V9toSbBX-wW6l-9zxtTwanyU/s1600-h/SpiralIllusion.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 304px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJcgUiiFtmhI-x8Z1zsrgpJ-YX76QuRAE_Bn7o44Htk3VAuQQxclpDVspMcEpVhNFB4DzUeq1-iDeyjgWJSjSBLikTLKLvScCNdGBDF3iCQ_CVaumsG10V9toSbBX-wW6l-9zxtTwanyU/s320/SpiralIllusion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263800461322965394" border="0" /></a>Não há muito que fazer<br />Enquanto esperas por outro dia.<br />Queimando o teu tempo<br />Ao qual não dás valor<br />À procura do teu sol, do teu calor.<br />Tens uma vida tão vazia,<br />Com perspectivas, impossíveis de alcançar<br />E ângulos de vida problemáticos de calcular.<br />És mais do que filosofia, matemática ou geometria<br />És algo que jamais alguém atinge.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://www.ruf.rice.edu/%7Epomeran/psych101perceptionlecture.htm">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-3481675945128327212008-10-23T21:30:00.002+01:002008-10-23T21:34:57.358+01:00Pessoas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYukZccs-heNC4Qb56slTUtMZA2Isw5Mmq1hJ7Tfk8OHjie2pEs0BM03LTwe0WDBCRdbvSNsNr8lGnI2ZSG9XwRWpu8YtXflIaQt0NsJ5BnmUTNRVLqo0jBYgplDl-Dehc_OchjRXgoA/s1600-h/79783535Walking_Away_2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQYukZccs-heNC4Qb56slTUtMZA2Isw5Mmq1hJ7Tfk8OHjie2pEs0BM03LTwe0WDBCRdbvSNsNr8lGnI2ZSG9XwRWpu8YtXflIaQt0NsJ5BnmUTNRVLqo0jBYgplDl-Dehc_OchjRXgoA/s320/79783535Walking_Away_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260450431599626050" border="0" /></a>Pessoas são pedaços.<br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center;">Pequenas peças,<br /></div>Juntas em abraços,<br />Que dominam o mundo.<br />São tudo e quase nada,<br />Pois várias pessoas são nadas,<br />E uma pode ser tudo.<br />Partem e voltam, umas para sempre<br />E outras com a promessa de voltarem.<br />Quando esperamos pelo regresso,<br />Sabemos que não vale a pena.<br />Porque a pessoa que conhecemos já não é a mesma.<br /><br /></div><a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://www.artofthemix.org/UploadImages/79783535Walking_Away_2.jpg&imgrefurl=http://carpetudem.blogdrive.com/archive/o-10.html&h=324&w=324&sz=52&hl=pt-BR&start=9&sig2=nZJDP-XFMvzNORhCQQMMKA&usg=__fdg-FgrGqFJxR8144z1a-V3qKaw=&tbnid=St9-lHBNUpUXkM:&tbnh=118&tbnw=118&ei=Pd8ASZKlOpDOwQHjvpztCw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Daway%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DG">Fonte da imagem</a><br /><br /></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-75011425254615821172008-10-06T20:21:00.005+01:002008-10-26T21:50:22.665+00:00Gira o teu mundo<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUi_kliH6sPw_QsY3hZClKY85j_x72IJ20UVSVci237lwKqOORbXEpUJkhWMsty7QiDIZthWhVY_OKFskJ-O0rnOpiumywdblcn8JfMykUI_nguLVWjavOzfVe5r_gkbeeDkhhkVc-WEo/s1600-h/vc-cria-seu-mundo.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUi_kliH6sPw_QsY3hZClKY85j_x72IJ20UVSVci237lwKqOORbXEpUJkhWMsty7QiDIZthWhVY_OKFskJ-O0rnOpiumywdblcn8JfMykUI_nguLVWjavOzfVe5r_gkbeeDkhhkVc-WEo/s320/vc-cria-seu-mundo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261582999627602210" border="0" /></a>Algumas pessoas dizem-me:<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">- O mundo não gira à tua volta !<br />Eu respondo:<br />- Pois não, eu é que faço o mundo girar.<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://terapias.wordpress.com/category/espiritualidade/"><br /></a><a href="http://terapias.wordpress.com/category/espiritualidade/">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-81813930951235775972008-10-02T22:07:00.001+01:002008-10-02T22:10:17.854+01:00Ódio<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pilgrimhearts.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/no%20escuro%20da%20estrada.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://pilgrimhearts.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/no%20escuro%20da%20estrada.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Podes me matar por falar,<br />Recriminar por escrever,<br />Não me podes criticar<br />Sem um dia saberes<br />O que eu acho de ti.<br />Quero parar aqui,<br />E gritar até conseguir.<br />Para quê continuar<br />Se não sabes por onde seguir?<br />O tempo atraso a teu desejo<br />Não me quero submeter ao teu beijo,<br />Mas não digo que não,<br />Até um dia conseguir dizer,<br />Que te odeio.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://images.google.pt/imgres?imgurl=http://pilgrimhearts.blogs.sapo.pt/arquivo/no%2520escuro%2520da%2520estrada.jpg&imgrefurl=http://sandra-raquel.blogs.sapo.pt/18836.html&h=330&w=330&sz=13&hl=pt-BR&start=19&sig2=nNHIpIbgsCNp3G3Gm0_sLA&usg=__Duk9cmQWDSpf-j2IdkZThRAaw3Q=&tbnid=sxDqradAH0TguM:&tbnh=119&tbnw=119&ei=XDjlSMawNpekwQGS7oXzCw&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dodio%2Bescuro%26start%3D18%26gbv%3D2%26ndsp%3D18%26hl%3Dpt-BR%26sa%3DN">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-24911603018413887462008-09-30T22:43:00.002+01:002008-09-30T22:47:35.640+01:00Sentimentos e Poemas<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb79/nospheratt/Deusario/tempo-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb79/nospheratt/Deusario/tempo-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>Poemas sao fáceis de se fazer<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Basta meia duzia de rimas<br />E um pouco de saber<br /><br />Ha quem goste de os fazer pelas matinas<br />E que os sinta como obrigação<br />Eu, faço por gosto<br />E neles deposito todo o meu coração<br /><br />O dificil é o sentimento<br />Nao pode ser forjado<br />Nao pode ser pensado<br />Tem que ser feito no momento<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Ps: Já foi feito há muito tempo, mas decidi publicá-lo apenas agora, como alguns outros que vou colocar.<br />Data original: 01/12/2007<br /><a href="http://deusario.com/2008/03/voce-nao-tem-tempo-para-nada.html">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-58580573357475321972008-09-24T21:08:00.002+01:002008-09-24T21:11:27.385+01:00Mãos<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6clyICAoz-6ze1CES2efM-d0DrMY1-cY1MIPk6dqfN2GtmlRQE4XIt2aZqpCr90mrUb6ZMwcdNrNUv3asrhKG5QPVXu_e7bRUO9UyTzpywrRmO3y_9lgbgzE8yz1dwRBfN__xOyLnPw/s1600-h/i9MJ5V436634-02.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH6clyICAoz-6ze1CES2efM-d0DrMY1-cY1MIPk6dqfN2GtmlRQE4XIt2aZqpCr90mrUb6ZMwcdNrNUv3asrhKG5QPVXu_e7bRUO9UyTzpywrRmO3y_9lgbgzE8yz1dwRBfN__xOyLnPw/s320/i9MJ5V436634-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249682748679836930" border="0" /></a>Nunca pensei o quão importantes<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">São as minhas mãos.<br />O que elas representam,<br />São um futuro promissor<br />Que alimentam o meu ser.<br />Tudo o que gosto resume-se a mãos.<br />No simples gesto de escrever,<br />No complexo momento na guitarra,<br />Sou eu e elas, sempre na importante<br />Sintonia de mente e habilidade.<br />É isso que define os meus medos,<br />De um dia perder a capacidade<br />Que tanto me custou a ganhar.<br />Todos têm um medo, este é o meu.<br /></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-24937102152646460512008-09-21T21:20:00.005+01:002008-09-21T21:47:57.720+01:00Informação<div style="text-align: justify;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSauffu-AV55UlfgeigFEWSx44HQTdL-fV-ZAEPactI3EP6-SolJzW_eFFDF63VXTbfwvHmD-EevmrdBxRBP3FAucEYI_KLjz1RppXmMPWD2dtsySLnQYp8Wc2BW8ROByrShB3tRuPsd8/s1600-h/plagio.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSauffu-AV55UlfgeigFEWSx44HQTdL-fV-ZAEPactI3EP6-SolJzW_eFFDF63VXTbfwvHmD-EevmrdBxRBP3FAucEYI_KLjz1RppXmMPWD2dtsySLnQYp8Wc2BW8ROByrShB3tRuPsd8/s320/plagio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248578736637506658" border="0" /></a>O meu blog faz um ano daqui a dois meses. Mas não é por isso que estou a escrever. Quero apenas dizer que dei muito a quem nada tinha, dei muito de mim a muitas pessoas para fazê-las sentir que vale a pena fazer aquilo que gostamos. No entanto, há pessoas que querem mais, querem ter aquilo que nunca vão ter. Querem ter um talento, talvez este talento que tenho e não despediço. Estou orgulhoso pelo ponto a que este blog chegou, porque começou tudo com uma brincadeira que foi muito longe, talvez mais longe do que muitas pessoas acreditavam. E estou feliz por poder dizer, que sinto-me realizado, nem que seja só hoje. Por isso, quero dizer obrigado a todos os que apoiaram este projecto, mas também quero partilhar com eles o que se está a passar com este blog, neste momento.<br /></div>O blog foi plagiado, durante algum tempo através de outro site, copiaram um poema e colocaram-no, sem créditos ao autor, e o que mais me entristece: afirmaram ser o autor, e muitas pessoas reconheceram-no como tal. A partir agora não estranhem o facto de eu não fazer posts tão regularmente, mas posso dizer que isto de certa forma atinge qualquer pessoa que se sinta injustiçada e impotente perante esta situação.<br />Para alguém que nunca pediu nada em troca, talvez possa pedir agora um pouco de respeito e consideração, e também alguma colaboração de bloggers, e visitantes para encontrar outras situações de plágio e agir de forma a que esses criminosos não saiam impunes.<br />Muito obrigado a todos, e desculpem por ter de fazer o primeiro post, sem um poema ou algo lírico, mas por vezes o poeta morre para voltar melhor.Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-70659724517160302072008-09-12T21:10:00.000+01:002008-09-12T21:24:17.462+01:00Canto escuro da alma (Capítulo 3)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctWnjxmZTlmK5A4l9zf-5RCfuA2duUW71GdmPXjqoBdruWmJE-FAm9_qMpg44K1YyW6EYzblw3MFFvbk5EN4KPtRV6rJaRRryz79oAtzfsjqWOMtMYR58r95tgcNSEY-jgjyfoljAzrA/s1600-h/Lost_angel_02_by_protogeny.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgctWnjxmZTlmK5A4l9zf-5RCfuA2duUW71GdmPXjqoBdruWmJE-FAm9_qMpg44K1YyW6EYzblw3MFFvbk5EN4KPtRV6rJaRRryz79oAtzfsjqWOMtMYR58r95tgcNSEY-jgjyfoljAzrA/s320/Lost_angel_02_by_protogeny.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245232788448976786" border="0" /></a>Traduziste um novo significado<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">De esperança, para quem,<br />Não a conhecia como tu.<br />Outrora caminhavas a estrada escura,<br />E agora iluminas a dos outros.<br />És um anjo, nas mãos de Deus?<br />És Deusa entre os homens?<br />Não sei.<br />Para mim, és a luz que me guia,<br />Através da vida esguia que levo.<br />És mais do que aquele sonho,<br />Tu és a musa.<br /><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Fim</span><br /></div><a href="http://protogeny.deviantart.com/art/Lost-angel-02-31706755">Fonte da Imagem</a>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-51605164718825169172008-08-29T23:19:00.000+01:002008-08-29T23:40:16.370+01:00Canto escuro da alma (Capítulo 2)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylCK2IM8ek8aWjdWB8q8scX3urZhxP72-22KU2rZioUqLVn9S3dKpN0rb5vgPvTcIfmnZYeGDN5eceb0tiB1sOaeK1xlgGI5DqrhkHIyXLwvwry9OBtrpJ_hL6MFikTd53QLHlQeW2_E/s1600-h/A_touch_of_frailty_by_Zindy.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgylCK2IM8ek8aWjdWB8q8scX3urZhxP72-22KU2rZioUqLVn9S3dKpN0rb5vgPvTcIfmnZYeGDN5eceb0tiB1sOaeK1xlgGI5DqrhkHIyXLwvwry9OBtrpJ_hL6MFikTd53QLHlQeW2_E/s320/A_touch_of_frailty_by_Zindy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240071820311818802" border="0" /></a>Abre os olhos.<br />A guerra cessou,<br />Ninguém te vai magoar.<br />Estás a recuperar o mundo que parou<br />E te recitou palavras de amor,<br />Na esperança de te recuperares.<br />Agora enfrenta o teu interior,<br />Limpa a tua alma do consumo<br />E aprende a viver independente.<br />Queima as amarras do vício<br />E liberta o teu talento,<br />Sente a vida que te abandonou,<br />A abraçar-te no momento,<br />Em que o esforço compensou.<br />Mas será que não vais cair e<br />Voltar a experimentar sensações<br />Que fizeram de ti um monstro,<br />Ao renegar sentimentos humanos?<br />Tu sabes que alguma coisa está no teu caminho.<br />...<br /><div style="text-align: left;"><a href="http://zindy.deviantart.com/art/A-touch-of-frailty-62876680">Fonte da Imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5389571728402327003.post-45609267108541663812008-08-25T21:54:00.000+01:002008-08-25T22:08:20.002+01:00Canto escuro da alma (Capítulo 1)<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_evxv14ebOzc/R5TTHtV5EGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0dBElU_7Z7k/6%3B.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_evxv14ebOzc/R5TTHtV5EGI/AAAAAAAAA_0/0dBElU_7Z7k/6%3B.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a> Olha a estrada na tua frente,<br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Ilumina o teu e o meu caminho.<br />Questiona a tua razão de viver<br />E pensa se vale a pena<br />Estar aqui para ver o mundo desvanecer.<br />Continua nessa jornada, do fim,<br />Tudo para veres o fim<br />Que sabes que está próximo.<br />Queres resistir?<br />Então isola-te.<br />Esconde-te no canto escuro<br />Onde ninguem te vai encontrar<br />Protege-te no muro,<br />Que nossos antepassados quiseram destruir.<br />Fecha os olhos, porque não podes temer<br />Aquilo que não queres ver.<br />Respira devagar,<br />Tem calma.<br />Vai tudo acabar...<br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;">Este poema é diferente porque conta uma história (de uma rapariga), e por isso vai ser escrita por capítulos.<br /><a href="http://marcos-vidadepapel.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-canto-escuro-da-alma.html">Fonte da imagem</a><br /></div></div>Heart Bursthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03746775161028310726noreply@blogger.com1