<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702672710719032764</id><updated>2012-02-16T07:28:29.415-08:00</updated><title type='text'>space angel</title><subtitle type='html'>Anjos Negros</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Quem lhe trouxe aqui?&lt;br /&gt;ou melhor, O que?&lt;br /&gt;O fogo se movia com mais beleza que possível&lt;br /&gt;Os gritos eram altos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava vendo o inferno&lt;br /&gt;É para eu cair no abismo?&lt;br /&gt;Uma corda está presa a mim&lt;br /&gt;Tento solta-la de imediato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O medo já me perseguia&lt;br /&gt;Tremendo e temendo&lt;br /&gt;Já não bastava minha vida infernal&lt;br /&gt;Por que eu deveria ir ao inferno?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti uma força me empurrando para o abismo&lt;br /&gt;Não, não era uma simples força&lt;br /&gt;Era a minha que me empurrava&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mesmo estava me jogando&lt;br /&gt;Para afogar-me em chamas&lt;br /&gt;Pedia, implorava para mais uma chance&lt;br /&gt; E finalmente me joguei do abismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O susto e arrepio me fez acordar&lt;br /&gt;"Aquilo foi estranho" pensei&lt;br /&gt;Sim, de fato era um pesadelo&lt;br /&gt;Sentei na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pés que tocavam o chão&lt;br /&gt;Queimavam perigosamente&lt;br /&gt;E então entendi&lt;br /&gt;O inferno é na Terra&lt;br /&gt;E eu estava nele desde que abri os olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-3426840961893056304?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3426840961893056304/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2012/01/chamas-do-inferno.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/3426840961893056304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Lucena&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caminhando sem direção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em volta a brilhante luz do sol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A garota parava, fitando o chão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um estranho líquido vermelho&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pairava sobre a terra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um denso rio de sangue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E montanhas de&amp;nbsp;cadáveres&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Montavam o cenário de terror&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O ardor do inferno&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Compreendeu-se enfim o que lá havia acontecido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uma guerra sem destino&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sem falha para os dois lados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Carrasco da própria raça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A pequena garota ajoelhou-se&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em prece&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Firmando aquela loucura&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Desejando paz as almas perdidas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Matando uns aos outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eis a ambição humana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fazendo a própria lei da vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Após a oração&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ela jogou as rosas sobre os corpos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em uma dança pura e angelical&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E em seu delicado rosto&lt;br /&gt;Apenas o sorriso insano da morte&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-2426497121574559802?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/2426497121574559802/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2011/09/crianca-da-morte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Qual é a verdadeira beleza? Somos frutos de uma geração a qual não sabe a verdadeira beleza em coisas simples, somos extremamente materialistas. Mesmo quem diz não ser, não pode esconder o que é. Porque os seres humanos são assim. As coisas simples e belas no dia-a-dia ninguém nota e só vivem correndo. A beleza de uma borboleta pousar delicadamente em uma flor, uma flor desabrochar, o sorriso inocente de uma criança, os&amp;nbsp;pássaros&amp;nbsp;cantado e voando entre as nuvens, um "obrigado" de alguém desconhecido, um amanhecer e um pôr-do-sol, o quente e paciente sol, a fria e delicada lua, a água molhando o corpo, o vento no cabelo, uma rosa, um beijo calmo, mas duradouro. Um "eu te amo", uma declaração, o olhar terno de uma avó dando biscoitos e bolos que fez com todo amor, um abraço de uma mãe, uma música suave ao vivo.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;O som do mar, o som da chuva tocando com força o chão, a chuva escorrendo pelo corpo mostrando que ela está ali. Um leve vermelho no rosto quando perto da pessoa que ama, as estrelas brilhando em uma noite sem nuvens, os desenhos criados pelas nuvens, um céu tão azul e limpo. A lua refletida no lago, o brilho da água com a luz. Um toque gentil, uma voz calma, o coração acelerado, cores em um cenário branco, arrumar a árvore de natal com a família. Quando pensamos isso, creio que a maioria, repensa na vida que leva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 13px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Essas pequenas coisas esquecidas mudariam tudo, não é bem melhor viver assim do que viver com medo ou correndo atrasado? Talvez quando criança nós sabíamos disso. &amp;nbsp;Mas por vezes, o ser humano é tão egoísta que acaba destruindo a si próprio. As coisas simples são as melhores para se apreciar. São as que nunca serão esquecidas. Diga “Estou com saudades” para alguém que está longe, diga “Eu te amo” com todos os sentimentos. Se quiser chorar, chore, todos os sentimentos são preciosos, até os ruins, mostra que você está vivo. &amp;nbsp;O mundo é lindo, mas para quem conhece a verdadeira beleza. No final o que resta? Mesmo querendo ser diferente, todos os humanos são iguais.&amp;nbsp; Apenas desperte, e encontre o verdadeiro cenário dos sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Texto de: Júlia Lucena&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/4702672710719032764-5741023293153528470?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/5741023293153528470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sentimentos que se envolvem na escuridão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mente fixada no nada&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mentiras que dançam do salão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mundo Quebrado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Numa madrugada silenciosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Apreciando o breve momento de paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Até que a loucura invada os lugares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;E ninguém note o que importa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Em um determinado comodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Escuro e calmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A pensar no proposito&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Para que vive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Uma luz tímida entra&lt;br /&gt;Pela janela de vidro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Tão linda e singela&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A tocar a pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Era uma linda lua&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Mostrando o frio e a beleza da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Sorrindo para os corações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;E chorando para as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;perversões&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Naquele instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;A máscara que a garota usava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Despedaçou-se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: purple;"&gt;Ao contemplar a beleza da noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-6437268770523367555?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/6437268770523367555/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2011/07/luz-da-lua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/6437268770523367555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Talvez essa seja a resposta para todos...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;A rosa floresce com nobreza&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;e exala beleza...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Seus espinhos unicos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Mecanismo de defesa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Tão bela e frágil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Não tem intenção de ferir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Apenas vive curto periodo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Alegrando os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;com sua&amp;nbsp;fragrância&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Pura e singela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Todas somos rosas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWcIPceP6lM/SMm9ULLhCMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PbLN4v-3R8M/s400/rosa_vermelha.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-9075708357587238552?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/9075708357587238552/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-resposta-pra-mim-mesma-talvez-essa.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/9075708357587238552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/9075708357587238552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2011/01/uma-resposta-pra-mim-mesma-talvez-essa.html' title='Uma resposta pra mim mesma!! Talvez essa seja a resposta para todos...'/><author><name>Julilucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011006054471142567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/TUxs2MpjD9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/UEuESNyzTy4/s220/IMG0102A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WWcIPceP6lM/SMm9ULLhCMI/AAAAAAAAAF8/PbLN4v-3R8M/s72-c/rosa_vermelha.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702672710719032764.post-42411141384576594</id><published>2010-12-30T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T20:21:23.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Toque</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;by:Julilucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu coração dispara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Enquanto estás perto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Os lábios chamam um pelo outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Meu corpo desesperado para tê-lo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Completamente nú ao meu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Nossos corpos se juntam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Em um ballet de prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Seus lábios em minha pele&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Arrepios se formam a cada toque&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Cravas os dentes de leve em meu pescoço&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Pareces um vampiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;ansiando pela sua presa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;A cada mordida&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Penso que estou sonhando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;Gemidos abafados pelo quarto&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;seus dedos gentis percorrem meu corpo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;sussurras em meu ouvido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: blue;"&gt;"sonhe comigo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-42411141384576594?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/42411141384576594/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/toque.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/42411141384576594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/42411141384576594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2010/12/toque.html' title='Toque'/><author><name>Julilucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011006054471142567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/TUxs2MpjD9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/UEuESNyzTy4/s220/IMG0102A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702672710719032764.post-3243609673465546396</id><published>2010-10-05T07:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T07:17:06.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Asas negras sobre pedras</title><content type='html'>Andando sobre a lua cheia refletida no lago&lt;br /&gt;Entre as pedras escorregadias&lt;br /&gt;Busco me encontrar no ponto mais alto &lt;br /&gt;Escuto uma voz calma chamando meu nome &lt;br /&gt;Algo se aproxima &lt;br /&gt;Grandes asas negras &lt;br /&gt;Olhos escuros e profundos, tortura e gentileza &lt;br /&gt;Um anjo que me envolveu em seus braços &lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios próximos aos meus, juntaram-se &lt;br /&gt;Em uma dança entre o amor e o ódio&lt;br /&gt;Levando-me ao inferno &lt;br /&gt;Caída no chão &lt;br /&gt;Sem saber se era apenas um sonho &lt;br /&gt;Gritando pelo anjo negro &lt;br /&gt;Desesperada para reve-lo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-3243609673465546396?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3243609673465546396/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2010/10/asas-negras-sobre-pedras.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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Love and Dark</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Salve-me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Dessa escuridão sem fim&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Liberte-me com asas e chame meu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Para o sol que ainda brilha em mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Um sorriso&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;É tudo que preciso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Para fugir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Mas para onde eu posso ir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Esse grito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;É o ultimo que você ouvirá&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Antes do "desisto"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E tudo isso acabar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Desculpe&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Não encontrei um jeito de falar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;Que tudo isso ira mudar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;E um dia espero você me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #eeeeee;"&gt;by: Julilucy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-7866062317289772402?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/7866062317289772402/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-me-love-and-dark.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/7866062317289772402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/7866062317289772402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2010/03/help-me-love-and-dark.html' title='Help me!! Love and Dark'/><author><name>Julilucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011006054471142567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/TUxs2MpjD9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/UEuESNyzTy4/s220/IMG0102A.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702672710719032764.post-8805710071206651144</id><published>2009-10-15T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T10:35:06.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sangue do Ódio</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/StddKhgy0wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iWypnVknmPY/s1600-h/poema-gotico.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/StddKhgy0wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iWypnVknmPY/s320/poema-gotico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;autora: Julilucy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Olhos arrancados&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Pele vermelha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O sangue que agora escorre sobre minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;De alguém que amei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;De alguem que matei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ódio, é a palavra correta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Talvez em algum lugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nos iremos nos encontrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E então mostrarei que estive certa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Uma faca em minhas mãos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mostrando do que fui capaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;A raiva me possuiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Nunca mais terei paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Em seus gritos que por aqui ecoava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Encontrei o prazer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;De te matar&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;E finalmente te ter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Com essa mesma faca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Atravesso meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;O sangue está correndo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Estou perdendo a razão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Mas antes de ir&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Tenho que dizer com atenção&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Eu te odeio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Para sempre minha paixão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-8805710071206651144?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/8805710071206651144/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sangue-do-odio.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/8805710071206651144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/8805710071206651144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2009/10/sangue-do-odio.html' title='Sangue do Ódio'/><author><name>Julilucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011006054471142567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/TUxs2MpjD9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/UEuESNyzTy4/s220/IMG0102A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/StddKhgy0wI/AAAAAAAAAPE/iWypnVknmPY/s72-c/poema-gotico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4702672710719032764.post-3504030386926609238</id><published>2009-09-06T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T16:09:57.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/SqRBJ8r25fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rhXcCuKkPlE/s1600-h/Anjo+Ca%C3%ADdo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/SqRBJ8r25fI/AAAAAAAAAOU/rhXcCuKkPlE/s320/Anjo+Ca%C3%ADdo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;&lt;span style="color: indigo;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vida do sonho&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;autora: Julilucy(sasacc)&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A escuridão é o meu lar&lt;br /&gt;Vivo nela mas não vivo por ela&lt;br /&gt;A luz me encandeia&lt;br /&gt;Encontrei minha sorte&lt;br /&gt;Em uma flor que eu vi ao ir para o inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei com alguem&lt;br /&gt;Nunca vi essa pessoa antes &lt;br /&gt;Tinha asas negras e chorava&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que eu o fiz chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levantei-me e me aproximei&lt;br /&gt;O choro era gelido&lt;br /&gt;A luz se apagava mais rapidamente&lt;br /&gt;Percebi que era apenas o Anjo da Morte&lt;br /&gt;Que estava a chorar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Que ia me levar com ele para um lugar mais escuro que esse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao acordar vi a luz do sol em meu rosto&lt;br /&gt;Era a vida que estava a me tocar&lt;br /&gt;A luz estava me chamando&lt;br /&gt;E nunca mais voltei a sonhar&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/4702672710719032764-3504030386926609238?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3504030386926609238/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2009/09/vida-do-sonho-autora-julilucysasacc.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/3504030386926609238'/><link rel='self' 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type='text'>Anjos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/So72RIFjGyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jw9HWchvLs4/s1600-h/Zabbnlm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/So72RIFjGyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jw9HWchvLs4/s320/Zabbnlm.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Aliá&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s que tipo de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ser &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;somo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Angu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;stiado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s prendemo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s a uma unica coi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Fato&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;stranho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s aborrece ate no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s dão medo, muito medo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Ver o &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sangue e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;scorrendo no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sati&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sfaz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Quem eu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Quem é você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Onde e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;stou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Em um calaboço perdida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Em de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;se&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;spero me e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;scorrego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Em um mundo vazio e cego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Por que tem que &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;ser a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Não fiz nada de errado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Se você chorou também por mim. Me de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sculpe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Afinal &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;sou apena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;s o anjo da morte&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;Bem vindo ao meu dominio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #351c75;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Autora: Julilucy (feito por eu me&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black;"&gt;sma)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4702672710719032764-3663449173888149554?l=spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/feeds/3663449173888149554/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/anjos.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/3663449173888149554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4702672710719032764/posts/default/3663449173888149554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spaceangelmylife.blogspot.com/2009/08/anjos.html' title='Anjos'/><author><name>Julilucy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18011006054471142567</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/TUxs2MpjD9I/AAAAAAAAAT4/UEuESNyzTy4/s220/IMG0102A.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_sw0I1QQU2qc/So72RIFjGyI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Jw9HWchvLs4/s72-c/Zabbnlm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
