<?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-8825721254395567885</id><updated>2011-12-30T23:09:43.426-08:00</updated><category term='Nascimento'/><title type='text'>Passos e Pedaços</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6579624617967804095</id><published>2011-08-07T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T16:18:01.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Calma na alma</title><content type='html'>Corres rápido, forte, empenhado por chegar à meta...mas a meta só é uma: correr nesta vida louca&lt;br /&gt;Aprender a caminhar como um eterno aprendiz, apanhando as pedras que surgem ou tirando os sapatos para livrar-nos das que nos incomodam.&lt;br /&gt;Encontramo-nos por ai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6579624617967804095?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6579624617967804095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6579624617967804095' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6579624617967804095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6579624617967804095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/08/calma-na-alma.html' title='Calma na alma'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4008487682500187484</id><published>2011-07-20T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-20T10:48:48.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>abismo</title><content type='html'>Rompe rápido a placeta volta atrás e dá um giro furioso...&lt;br /&gt;se nao chega podes sempre pintar o coraçao de negro...se nao há ouvidos, nao há orelhas e tudo sao sinais concretizados do que tinhas visto antes num instante puro de analise e susto...&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer um pouco mais dentro desta maltida fábrica de sonhos. Viver de esperança até que o inspires o último pedaço de natureza. Engolir em seco e disfrutar da decadencia. Em frente, vamos andar para a frente mesmo que o destino seja uma mentira mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4008487682500187484?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4008487682500187484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4008487682500187484' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4008487682500187484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4008487682500187484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/07/abismo.html' title='abismo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3329926069882167241</id><published>2011-06-23T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-23T13:55:49.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sermao</title><content type='html'>nunca percas a esperança,&lt;br /&gt;confia em ti,&lt;br /&gt;grita, pateia, abraça&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca pares&lt;br /&gt;tens direito a uma oportunidade,&lt;br /&gt;abre os olhos e visualiza o sonho&lt;br /&gt;ACREDITA&lt;br /&gt;ACREDITA&lt;br /&gt;ACREDITA&lt;br /&gt;em ti&lt;br /&gt;e no que te digo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a mao. Vamos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3329926069882167241?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3329926069882167241/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3329926069882167241' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3329926069882167241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3329926069882167241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/06/sermao.html' title='Sermao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5503469248042561441</id><published>2011-06-18T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-18T14:07:32.961-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Arder</title><content type='html'>Cuando el espacio come tu presencia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;la noche me lleva en una demencia de dolor&lt;br /&gt;será la música, será la passión sera una débil esperanza...&lt;br /&gt;que es eso que es eso que me han contado sobre mi y sobre ti?&lt;br /&gt;Como puede ser una expectativa real?&lt;br /&gt;Como puedo pararme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quiero matar destruir este bicho que me consume por dentro! Tu amor, tu aparición es una maldición por todas las maldicones que sembré en tu nombre.&lt;br /&gt;Algo será más inutil...algo será más ridiculo que lo que llevo dentro...&lt;br /&gt;Quisiera ser una piedra y hacer escultura con un momento de felicidade nuestra&lt;br /&gt;Ganas de arder...deja me arder y consolar el ardor con el agua de mis lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Dejame adormecer corazón...Deja me olbidar te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5503469248042561441?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5503469248042561441/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5503469248042561441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5503469248042561441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5503469248042561441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/06/arder.html' title='Arder'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-9143234673877802960</id><published>2011-06-05T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T16:06:54.446-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chinolina</title><content type='html'>Trabalha, gere e limpa&lt;br /&gt;P'ra cima, p'ra baixo&lt;br /&gt;trabalha em qualquer País,&lt;br /&gt;de qualquer modo,&lt;br /&gt;a arranjar as unhas, nos fogoes, fazendo massagens&lt;br /&gt;um, dois, trÊs horas mais...&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez, outro dia, outra manha igual&lt;br /&gt;Nao faz mal a vida é isso,&lt;br /&gt;trabalhar sem falar muito&lt;br /&gt;só o essencial&lt;br /&gt;A familia é grande e tem que comer&lt;br /&gt;um, dois, três mil euros sao poucos&lt;br /&gt;Onde seja preciso, em qualquer situaçao&lt;br /&gt;sempre na mesma prisao: formigas obreiras&lt;br /&gt;O sangue pelo tostao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-9143234673877802960?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cultura_de_China' title='Chinolina'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/9143234673877802960/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=9143234673877802960' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/9143234673877802960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/9143234673877802960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/06/chinolina.html' title='Chinolina'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8263021807792880086</id><published>2011-06-04T16:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T16:40:44.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nao sabes..</title><content type='html'>Nao sabes como tenho o coraçao cheio de espuma e de ar&lt;br /&gt;Nao sabes o que o teu beijo cura porque nos teus olhos só há uma razao&lt;br /&gt;Nao sabes tao bem como eu que posso disparar já e tirar a dor de uma só vez&lt;br /&gt;Nao sabes que o simples facto que existas faz-me ter esperança&lt;br /&gt;nao sei como poderias algum dia deixar de importar-te&lt;br /&gt;Está frio em pleno verao de Agosto na sombra da árvore que ainda nao cresceu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8263021807792880086?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8263021807792880086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8263021807792880086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8263021807792880086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8263021807792880086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/06/nao-sabes.html' title='nao sabes..'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1490965313778625745</id><published>2011-03-27T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-27T10:09:32.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salta do silêncio</title><content type='html'>Salta aproveita e dança&lt;br /&gt;Tudo pode ser melhor&lt;br /&gt;se te sentires melhor&lt;br /&gt;se tentares mais&lt;br /&gt;se acreditares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é no amor onde encontras força. Se alguém te ama, nao estás sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;As histórias de amor sao as maiores histórias de humanidade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1490965313778625745?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1490965313778625745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1490965313778625745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1490965313778625745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1490965313778625745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/03/salta-do-silencio.html' title='Salta do silêncio'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2027071324190955218</id><published>2011-01-21T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T14:54:16.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reencontro</title><content type='html'>Arde o coraçao cheio de imagens&lt;br /&gt;brotam os olhos cheios de lágrimas &lt;br /&gt;que querem mas nao podem ser como tu&lt;br /&gt;imitaçoes frias, insípidas&lt;br /&gt;sao tudo menos o teu sorriso, sao tudo menos o teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;sao tudo menos o remédio para esta intensa saudade!&lt;br /&gt;Se me amas, quando te vaias leva o meu coraçao contigo...&lt;br /&gt;devolve-mo na chegada para que possa sentir tudo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;leva-o para nao sentir nada e estar na calada noite&lt;br /&gt;entregue aos sonhos, dormir todas as noites engulindo os dias até que a tua luz me irradie a alma outra vez&lt;br /&gt;anseio pelo momento do reencontro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2027071324190955218?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2027071324190955218/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2027071324190955218' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2027071324190955218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2027071324190955218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2011/01/reencontro.html' title='Reencontro'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7940283182914680628</id><published>2010-10-20T13:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T13:34:58.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Galo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amigo meu, canta pela manha e lança ao céu o teu grito orgulhoso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ajeita a crista e passeia pelo teu galinheiro, território esse tao animal&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Chama a galinha mae, seduz… mas come longe da rudeza&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;amante este de fineza e elegancia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dá forma a essa arte e desarma a estupidez &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;amorosamente &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É Toda a tua presença espiritual um prazer sensual&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Galo gentil, galo febril… &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7940283182914680628?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7940283182914680628/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7940283182914680628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7940283182914680628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7940283182914680628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/galo.html' title='Galo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7499448643124635215</id><published>2010-10-20T12:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:23:49.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simples</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Diz-me que sim, mostra-me que nao. É a confusao do coraçao!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dá-me a mao, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;espera, avança, tem esperança e dança com passos visíveis…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;é a vida que nos canta aos ouvidos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E, mesmo assim, principalmente quando nao queres ouvir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;queres fugir..!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ela te desliga de alguma parte tua, de alguma racionalidade nula&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Logo, lança-te no escuro até que vejas a luz: a simplicidade de tudo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como uma flôr pertence a um jardim…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nao sabemos quase nada por muito que queiramos saber…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A bela incerteza certa. A Impotencia que desperta!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7499448643124635215?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7499448643124635215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7499448643124635215' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7499448643124635215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7499448643124635215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/simples.html' title='Simples'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2786851599555458322</id><published>2010-10-20T12:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-20T12:05:32.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Balburia</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Um homem nu no meio da praça do sol &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nem representa desgraça nem ameaça, apenas abraça a sua guitarra numa ansia de exibir-se e provocar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A gente ri, a gente quer mais entretenimento puro e duro de qualquer raça…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sao jovens à beira do passeio com o cu no meio do chao e a lata de cerveja na mao,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sao os nossos queridos jovens da evasao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A nossa querida geraçao de cu ao léu &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;que teme, que geme ou&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;precisa de um forte açoite&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;coitadinhos!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;É muito fácil esperar pela lua cheia,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;morder o animal, soltar o latido bestial do coraçao, tendo certo e sabido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;que a boa educaçao social nos devolverá a segurança racional.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Está tudo justificado, explicado e compreendido! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ah sim?! Nao sabia…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2786851599555458322?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2786851599555458322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2786851599555458322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2786851599555458322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2786851599555458322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/balburia.html' title='Balburia'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8849437109140574380</id><published>2010-10-15T12:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:31:27.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ninguém me pede para escrever,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nem me pedem para beber, nem para cantar nem para sonhar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ninguém me ensinou a acreditar nem a ver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Alguém decidiu perimitir-me nascer,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;mas mesmo assim posso decidir morrer, matar, ou ir-me matando &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ninguém me explicou o que era o amor mas mesmo assim sei que vou amando com toda a minha força!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E neste infinito de possibilidades de ser e estar…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Posso querer dormir, cobardemente suportar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se tudo abre a porta uma decisao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Simplesmente darei. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8849437109140574380?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8849437109140574380/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8849437109140574380' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8849437109140574380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8849437109140574380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/ninguem.html' title='Ninguém'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8175788810773441951</id><published>2010-10-15T12:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:21:17.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Toda a gente</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Todos devíamos saber o poder que temos nas maos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aquele que se relaciona com a aprendizagem, com a evoluçao…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todos devíamos abrir os ouvidos contar até três e pedir um desejo altruísta, realmente generoso.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Gritar aos medos sem segredos e espantá-los&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ESPANTA PÁSSAROS&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lutando por ser mais e melhores soldados de Deus &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Manter na despedida a certeza de que coincidiremos &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aqui e aculá:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todos juntos sem diferenças e com elas deveríamos começar a caminhar já no presente e construir um futuro mais urgente. A gente. Junta.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8175788810773441951?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8175788810773441951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8175788810773441951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8175788810773441951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8175788810773441951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/toda-gente.html' title='Toda a gente'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-935717837562064714</id><published>2010-10-10T07:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:51:53.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fada</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;fada de honra, protege a minha sombra,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esconde a minha vulnerabilidade, salva a minha pele,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se eu quiser, sentar, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;deixarei as minhas asas ao teu dispôr &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se eu acreditar faço-te o favor, dás-me o prazer de mostrar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como me abriste a porta da UTopia, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sei bem a quem ser fiel, até um novo altar aprisionar-me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-935717837562064714?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/935717837562064714/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=935717837562064714' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/935717837562064714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/935717837562064714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/fada.html' title='Fada'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7810266316159861400</id><published>2010-10-10T07:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T07:47:40.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Besides</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Besides my eyes is a fly,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Besides my back was a boy who flies around&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And then he jumps into the air right back to earth&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he did always know what rise will fall&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he throws away his obstacles,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;he risks every time he goes out&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Every single moment he risks his legs and warms just to have a moment of freedom &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyway he knows how to fall and rise again &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;This men is me and you. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7810266316159861400?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7810266316159861400/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7810266316159861400' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7810266316159861400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7810266316159861400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/besides.html' title='Besides'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6331098968193803724</id><published>2010-10-09T01:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:46:39.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Sueño</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Anoche en tenido un sueño. Yo estaba en mi casa comiendo un helado con una cuchara grande. Me ensuciaba porque la cuchara era difícil de manipular. Me equivocaba varias veces, y llenaba la nariz de helado y lo dejaba caer en la camiseta. Solo tenía la camiseta puesta, nada más. Y tenía un miedo atroz de dejar caer el helado en el pubis. Sin control, continuaba comiendo. Ávida y atemorizada.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Después salí de la casa. Sin saber como.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Estaba en la calle. No era mi calle pero si. Caminé mucho. Giraba la manzana y estaba en la misma plaza que ya había estado antes. En ese momento todo hacía sentido. Era como una epopeya. Yo sabía perfectamente lo que tenía que aguantar y pisar hasta llegar al final. Muchas veces he tropezado, he deslizado pero jamás he caído. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;En un pasaje desierto, me veía haciendo el mismo recorrido pero al revés. Como si, en algún lugar de mi transcurso se hubieran desarrollado dos historias paralelas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;En la misma calle, yo caminaba en dirección al norte y, el otro yo caminaba en dirección al sur. El yo septentrional y el yo meridional se miraban uno al otro pero nadie se veía. Ávida y aterrorizada. No me acuerdo de más. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;TIAGO LILA, tradución al castellano Mystik&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6331098968193803724?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6331098968193803724/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6331098968193803724' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6331098968193803724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6331098968193803724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/el-sueno.html' title='El Sueño'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6044218875565127873</id><published>2010-10-09T01:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T01:44:13.234-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao espelho</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Olho ao espelho e nao sei quem sou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;como se fosse o projecto de alguém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Já nao sei porquê nem por quem cheguei tao longe…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Dá-me asas,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sinto que sei voar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E, uma vez mais, visto este erro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O fresco hálito da juventude&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;A ilusao de amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Todo o trabalho que se elaborou,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;corre na felicidade do tempo perdido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nos sorrisos omitidos, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;sao meus e nao teus os desgostos.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;No momento que me menti&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e pensei que jamais seria tua…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;amo-te.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Mas, no fundo, sei tao bem que nao sou de ninguém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;O meu mar é o vento, a transparencia da água que corre &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Escondo-me no medo da escuridao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nao quero, simplesmente. Desespero por um impulso de coragem. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6044218875565127873?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6044218875565127873/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6044218875565127873' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6044218875565127873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6044218875565127873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/ao-espelho.html' title='Ao espelho'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3353736454514534376</id><published>2010-10-08T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T07:22:09.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Consolo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Desde o cume,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;amar o principìo,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a partir do fosso,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;recordar que há céu&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Antes de nada, quando o véu é espesso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tira-o, arranca a cabeça&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E diz sim ao casamento, ao homem, à dor, à alegria, ao abandono, à compaixao.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Há vida em todos os cantos de ti.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sabendo que há Morte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E se Deus nao tem principio nem fim, nós podemos ser os puntos infinitos que constituem essa linha. Fio, conexao. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amor,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Paixao,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Consolo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3353736454514534376?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3353736454514534376/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3353736454514534376' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3353736454514534376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3353736454514534376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/consolo.html' title='Consolo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4672897517531715670</id><published>2010-10-02T02:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:13:06.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Una ansia animal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Una estupidez fundamental,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Uma simples gargalhada, algo espontaneo e bizarro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Arte para agitar e beber mais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esta necessidade de quebrar, abanar, questionar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Esta brutal e sufocante aceitaçao!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4672897517531715670?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4672897517531715670/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4672897517531715670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4672897517531715670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4672897517531715670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/una-ansia-animal.html' title='Una ansia animal'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6077548520468104191</id><published>2010-10-02T02:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:10:29.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saltimbanco</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Arlequim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;vamos brinca tou afim&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;você sabe cantar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;você sabe amar,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Nós vamos pintar um quadro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;gritar uma esperança,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;desejar uma ousadia,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;criar magia e alegria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Transformar a tristeza em felicidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Se acabou a dor e o medo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hoje o mundo é um arco-iris!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6077548520468104191?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6077548520468104191/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6077548520468104191' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6077548520468104191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6077548520468104191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/saltimbanco.html' title='Saltimbanco'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2648732222098383943</id><published>2010-10-02T02:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-02T02:06:36.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Next stop</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Proxima parada, distancia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Proximo refresco, um abraço&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Proximo beijo, paixao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Proximo ardor, dor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Proximo trabalho, amor&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Proximo degrau, intimidade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Presente posiçao: caminhar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Viver,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ver e sentir&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ser.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2648732222098383943?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2648732222098383943/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2648732222098383943' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2648732222098383943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2648732222098383943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/10/next-stop.html' title='Next stop'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2913434127472907023</id><published>2010-09-19T09:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T09:20:55.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Capa Negra</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;vÔO que apanhas os restos e os transformas em flores,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Canto lastimoso e benovelente&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que melodia tao angustiante me cantas ao ouvido,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Deixa-me actuar com a minha humilde impotencia&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E, quando a dolencia nos invadir &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;o coraçao com a tua anunciaçao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Concede-nos tempo para recuperar a alegria de viver&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Porque, sem ti a vida mesma é desvalorável&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;insignificante pedido, meu.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Aos céus e&amp;#160; aDeus.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/TJY4XLsRYHI/AAAAAAAAADc/b9l2pATrGv0/s1600-h/MB5%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="MB5" border="0" alt="MB5" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/TJY4ZWz5NKI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sbhg2VGqJt4/MB5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="165" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2913434127472907023?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2913434127472907023/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2913434127472907023' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2913434127472907023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2913434127472907023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/09/capa-negra.html' title='Capa Negra'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/TJY4ZWz5NKI/AAAAAAAAADg/Sbhg2VGqJt4/s72-c/MB5_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1585989048034457325</id><published>2010-09-11T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T15:03:56.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gota de reflexao</title><content type='html'>este romanticismo patético que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;com a perda, o abandono, a seduçao, a poesia e a boémia&lt;br /&gt;Levou-me ao limite, à exaustao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E desta mágica inspiraçao vi o mais puro dos sorrisos, &lt;br /&gt;as mais lindas lágrimas, a mais pura rejeiçao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diante da impotencia, somos victimas passivas&lt;br /&gt;na jaula que nos exige uma identidade, um número e um lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos tantos e tantos somos...&lt;br /&gt;O que é que acontece se nos separamos numa solidao egoísta e orgulhosa?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te um presente.&lt;br /&gt;Tenho presente que me dou.&lt;br /&gt;Sou diferente&lt;br /&gt;Tu és outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do ego somos gente igual.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1585989048034457325?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1585989048034457325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1585989048034457325' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1585989048034457325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1585989048034457325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/09/gota-de-reflexao.html' title='gota de reflexao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1806317220043574798</id><published>2010-09-11T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-11T14:53:38.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Na naçao do lado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é nosso é bom, senao é o melhor,&lt;br /&gt;mais bem feito,&lt;br /&gt;os nossos têm mais jeito com os toiros&lt;br /&gt;E, os nossos porcos dao o melhor presunto possivel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Temos ao cozinheiro, aos desportistas vermelhos de paixao e confiança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos campeoes do mundo&lt;br /&gt;e ainda somos capazes de levantar a santa mais pesada. Olé!&lt;br /&gt;Celebrar o sant fermin y o san Juan&lt;br /&gt;banhar-nos em vinho e tradiçoes afins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente o nosso pensamento positivo nos dá a vitória antecipada&lt;br /&gt;E, claro o Colombo é nosso e as americas agora andam a descobrir-nos&lt;br /&gt;deixando pasta pelo o caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos espanhóis, com certeza&lt;br /&gt;isto nao é nenhuma casa portuguesa.&lt;br /&gt;Só falta mesmo a rainha o rei e a Lei. &lt;br /&gt;Pois sim!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1806317220043574798?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1806317220043574798/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1806317220043574798' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1806317220043574798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1806317220043574798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/09/na-nacao-do-lado.html' title=''/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5110927308071146179</id><published>2010-07-25T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T14:02:24.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fé precisa</title><content type='html'>Preciso de fé quando tudo é descrença,&lt;br /&gt;quando o tempo é uma doença,&lt;br /&gt;quando o amor nao nos salva,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fé para acreditar que posso voltar a ter-te,&lt;br /&gt;acreditar que estou cega e que ha todo um mundo para ver&lt;br /&gt;que a natureza humana é um tesouro&lt;br /&gt;inexploravel&lt;br /&gt;quando nao me compreendo a mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;quando perdi o control da minha vida..&lt;br /&gt;quando os teus olhos doces sao a única razao.&lt;br /&gt;Como resistir-te? Como desamar-te?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5110927308071146179?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5110927308071146179/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5110927308071146179' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5110927308071146179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5110927308071146179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/07/fe-precisa.html' title='Fé precisa'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7043658714178737005</id><published>2010-07-25T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T12:34:26.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ausencia</title><content type='html'>o medo de ser aquilo que sou&lt;br /&gt;levou-me aos teus braços...&lt;br /&gt;a maravilha de amar-te fez-me perder-me no tempo e no espaço&lt;br /&gt;agora que tenho que seguir a linha correr o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;alcançar-me e viver-me&lt;br /&gt;a tua ausencia será o amargo sabor dos dias tristes&lt;br /&gt;quando antes a tua presença dava sentido aos meus suspiros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor que a vida me impede ter&lt;br /&gt;dor que devo suportar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7043658714178737005?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7043658714178737005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7043658714178737005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7043658714178737005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7043658714178737005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/07/ausencia.html' title='ausencia'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3249917626706931688</id><published>2010-07-21T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T13:57:44.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>foge</title><content type='html'>Rápido, depressa, protegamo-nos&lt;br /&gt;deste frio que nos faz estalar os ouvidos&lt;br /&gt;o frio metalico da cidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o sono desperto do espirito&lt;br /&gt;se desperta pela noite com medo do sol&lt;br /&gt;a gente grita de impotencia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entao os miudos fogem para os colos das maes&lt;br /&gt;e os jovens para debaixo do tecto dos pais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo desaparecesse podias ficar com o meu coraçao de oiro!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3249917626706931688?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3249917626706931688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3249917626706931688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3249917626706931688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3249917626706931688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/07/foge.html' title='foge'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4253333431864500946</id><published>2010-07-12T06:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T06:26:32.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nova oportunidade</title><content type='html'>abro a boca ao céu e liberto-me da tensao...&lt;br /&gt;Dou-te a mao mesmo que tantas vezes quizesse ter ido sozinha,&lt;br /&gt;Espero crescer, espero aprender...&lt;br /&gt;Espero dar uma oportunidade à felicidade&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade é um merecer ...&lt;br /&gt;Dar valor e crear felicidade com as peças que se tem.&lt;br /&gt;Alentar menos talvez...&lt;br /&gt;conhecer-me, respeitar-me...&lt;br /&gt;Serei capaz ?&lt;br /&gt;E se nao fôr se ma faltar o valor&lt;br /&gt;me resignarei na minha vulnerabilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Demais, demasiado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deslaça-me o nó na garganta ou entao corta-me a cabeça e deixa-a rolar pelo chao...&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu nao fôr capaz de esquecer-me de mim&lt;br /&gt;Upa, outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Até morrer &lt;br /&gt;Todos os homens tentam e falham, tentam e falham&lt;br /&gt;a glória, o poder, o infinito....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4253333431864500946?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4253333431864500946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4253333431864500946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4253333431864500946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4253333431864500946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/07/nova-oportunidade.html' title='nova oportunidade'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4805055804030843367</id><published>2010-07-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:46:17.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As coisas que eu nao fiz</title><content type='html'>Evitei ver de frente a minha sombra,&lt;br /&gt;cuspir-te na cara&lt;br /&gt;gritar a plenos pulmoes,&lt;br /&gt;cair sem medo,&lt;br /&gt;dizer mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;respirar ar puro&lt;br /&gt;rir até chorar&lt;br /&gt;dizer quero mais,&lt;br /&gt;brilhar mais que as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que...esqueci-me de ser feliz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4805055804030843367?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4805055804030843367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4805055804030843367' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4805055804030843367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4805055804030843367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/07/as-coisas-que-eu-nao-fiz.html' title='As coisas que eu nao fiz'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1931763196028830129</id><published>2010-06-02T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T11:21:53.714-07:00</updated><title type='text'>extactico</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;impensável volta, revolta e volta a outro mesmo sitio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;rápido, depressa acelera, e gira na mesmo órbita&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;uii arrepia mia a espinha no meio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;o teu canhao tira e explode-me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;por dentro&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;vamos agora nada é o que era!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Entra em frente em cima &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ai arriba&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;no podium um pé de cada vez &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;o horizonte é o mesmo desde aqui abaixo&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;rapido um dois tres outra vez &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e já somos velhotes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nao temos dentes e as gentes estam mais estranhas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;roboticas, neuróticas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;anectódicas, ilógicas.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1931763196028830129?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1522271721892655378</id><published>2010-05-20T07:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T07:22:37.271-07:00</updated><title type='text'>segurança fingida</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;quero uma casa bonita e nova&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;um trabalho bom e estável&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;um marido perfeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;a melhor educaçao para os meus filhos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;um carro à porta de casa,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;muitos sapatos para perder meia hora a decidir que par entre tantos combinarei com a minha ropa&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;quero tudo certinho e a jeito&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nao ter que preocupar-me muito,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;saber sempre quando irei de férias.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Quero ter a certeza que tenho tudo e que é impossivel que me passe algo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Por isso tenho um seguro super eficiente que me cubre tudo!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sou feliz e estou protegida deste caos externo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amanha haverá sol só para mim!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1522271721892655378?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1522271721892655378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1522271721892655378' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1522271721892655378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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esperança&lt;br /&gt;outra&amp;nbsp; vez quero fugir&lt;br /&gt;outra vez&amp;nbsp; sinto-me gritar por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao fosse amor meu esta ansia de liberdade&lt;br /&gt;esta nova vontade do novo&lt;br /&gt;Este jogo que quero jogar&lt;br /&gt;sem contigo brincar &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aprender assim é um desastre...aprender com sangue e ardor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-474915587149185139?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/474915587149185139/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=474915587149185139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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silencio&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;estupidez em inércia confortável &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;arte mais inutilidade cria espaços de sobrevivência angustiantes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e a urbe cheia de palacios presos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;cheia de vazios cheios de alienaçao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nao sao meus, nao sao teus&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;nada de nada é nosso&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;só o sangue, só a vida e este coraçao cobarde&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;egoísta que jamais quiz dar a ninguém&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e agora é teu, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;de ninguém! Meu puro bem&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;só. mente. 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 &lt;p&gt;diante de um teclado espanhol&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;doi-me quando me invade a incompreensao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;assim que me invade a rebedia nesta ordem vazio, sempre a sociedade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;o nosso mundo, a fantasiosa democracia, mentira atrás mentira, verdade atrás de verdade&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;gosto gozo deslumbrante, ao decobrir a máscara quando se desnuda a pele humana&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;somos pó, somos terra fria&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;somos estupidos pensantes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;inteligentes dementes nas maos de deus desconhecido&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;fortes, fracos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ai a graça de deus, o nao sei quem!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;cobre-nos com o seu manto&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;atira-nos ao relento&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e, enfeita-nos de coroas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;e migas nutritivas. de acordo com os ditados da razao: bela iluminaçao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;pura consciencia:&amp;#160; eu nao sou nada nem tudo serei!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-189348316807873425?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/189348316807873425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=189348316807873425' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/189348316807873425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/189348316807873425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/03/residios-e-rendicao.html' title='residios e rendiçao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-570015557628380684</id><published>2010-02-28T23:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T23:11:24.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>furia divina</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;bombas naturais&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;furos de agua na nossa cabeça &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;mentira, verdade? Confusao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;diluvio, começa a destruiçao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;morte, dor e afliçao&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;depois um dia verde&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tao verde e rosa como o amor que perdemos entre todos&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;tao bom e tao verdadeiro que nada é mais forte.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Criaçao o novo mundo esta a nascer. Aprendamos e ensinemos mais. Porque o novo sera maravilhoso. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Já dizia a minha avó!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S4tomAiZA0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/uu64jdkF6ic/s1600-h/ArcangelMiguel%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="ArcangelMiguel" border="0" alt="ArcangelMiguel" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S4tom53Ai_I/AAAAAAAAADA/T6I5Rhajxv4/ArcangelMiguel_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="167" height="244" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-570015557628380684?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/570015557628380684/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=570015557628380684' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/570015557628380684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/570015557628380684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/furia-divina.html' title='furia divina'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S4tom53Ai_I/AAAAAAAAADA/T6I5Rhajxv4/s72-c/ArcangelMiguel_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3098387612754219490</id><published>2010-02-23T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T14:11:14.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Determinaçao e celebraçao</title><content type='html'>Por fim, no fim do ciclo&lt;br /&gt;abrindo se a porta há que reagir&lt;br /&gt;pegar em nós e fugir&lt;br /&gt;velhos conceitos, velhos amores&lt;br /&gt;lixo+lixo&lt;br /&gt;renovaçao&lt;br /&gt;sente-se no ar e aqui dentro a verdadeira evocaçao&lt;br /&gt;impaciencia: demasiada.&lt;br /&gt;Incompreensao: nao sei que mais tenho que provar, que mais tenho que aguentar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero lançar-me ao mar. Já.&lt;br /&gt;E Exibir com que habilidade sei nadar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3098387612754219490?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3098387612754219490/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3098387612754219490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3098387612754219490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3098387612754219490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/determinacao-e-celebracao.html' title='Determinaçao e celebraçao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5246259230142639102</id><published>2010-02-23T05:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T05:43:59.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cálice</title><content type='html'>Susurra devagarinho aos meus ouvidos com palavrinhas mansas,&lt;br /&gt;Conta-me os teus pecados e segredos entre o ranzoso das tuas maos&lt;br /&gt;Porto meu, Portos...&lt;br /&gt;os teus encantos escondidos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Balança-me de mansinho nesta manha de Domingo&lt;br /&gt;E, nesse teu modo de falar que a gente reproduz e refina&lt;br /&gt;seduz o teu carinho airoso.&lt;br /&gt;Vaidoso na tua calma que brinda com o cálice homónimo.&lt;br /&gt;O POrto.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5246259230142639102?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5246259230142639102/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5246259230142639102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5246259230142639102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5246259230142639102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/calice.html' title='cálice'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3863125355971585040</id><published>2010-02-19T18:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:36:17.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Visión de esperanza</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Te enseño la luz, la paz y la alegría mía, quito tu pesimismo, hago magia. Me encuentro con tu espíritu otra vez. Creamos lazos. Conectamos corazones con sedas finas y fuertes sin necesidad de usar las manos, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;somos etéreos,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;solo luz&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;la luz sola&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;al amar. Te. Alegría. Júbilo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Ángeles GENERADOS en nuestros corazones limpios&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;ganan asas e se dibujan en sonrisas humanas. TRESPASSOS. girando más, más, más y zás! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;El encuentro real, hasta la reunión universal. (Fanatismo optimisssissimo!? )&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;unimos capacidades extraordinarias, habilidades donativas e acreditadas&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;pela madre Ciencia. UuuuuuuuuOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;trofeo BUO. ALTA CALIDAD?! moviendo nos poco a poco. Pasaje de energía como se describiera un pasto verdoso. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Triunfal marcha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S39KnhIvZII/AAAAAAAAACw/hNBViZuhBPA/s1600-h/IMG00019%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="IMG00019" border="0" alt="IMG00019" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S39KoPc53VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CEx7ZdKSYcQ/IMG00019_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="432" height="292" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3863125355971585040?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3863125355971585040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3863125355971585040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3863125355971585040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3863125355971585040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/vision-de-esperanza.html' title='Visión de esperanza'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S39KoPc53VI/AAAAAAAAAC0/CEx7ZdKSYcQ/s72-c/IMG00019_thumb%5B9%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4344128499127992584</id><published>2010-02-19T18:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T18:11:51.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nas minhas pegadas estam pedaços teus…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Instinctivamente protejo este estúpido canon, este inacreditável sexismo velho. Protótipo. DETECTOR DE MENTIRAS oN!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Bora, vamos lá destruir este franzir de sobrancelhas tao habitual! Simplesmente amar o Homem na sua frágil suavidade, inegável humanidade. Abandonado. Desprovido. Sem super poderes. Quotidiano.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Que esperavas?!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Linda coisa nascida assim…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Amo o viril na sua virtude mais pura. No seu nu mais macio e massivo.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Como será ser daquela forma?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Para isto, quanto a esta maravilhosa beleza, continuo a maravilhar-me. Sem armas; imersa num silencio pacificado, inexpressiva. Diante do absoluto caí tudo o resto; fogem os artificios.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;E, perdida naquela janela POR instantes cristalinos… Bela entrada. Profundo ESPANTO.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S39E48d1W-I/AAAAAAAAACo/Ft6Os1G_oYQ/s1600-h/diana%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px" title="diana" border="0" alt="diana" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S39E5jZ-iiI/AAAAAAAAACs/PjIQIbPN9Gc/diana_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="391" height="168" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4344128499127992584?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4344128499127992584/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4344128499127992584' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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/&gt;Delegamos tudo, damos tudo aqueles&lt;br /&gt;quaisquer&lt;br /&gt;as criao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obsoleto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3846957851792662326?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3846957851792662326/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3846957851792662326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3846957851792662326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3846957851792662326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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abraço que nos faz avançar,&lt;br /&gt;voltar a ter esperança no amanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naquelas&lt;br /&gt;Com aquelas pequenas sorpresas&lt;br /&gt;naquela grande bendiçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor nosso e de todos&lt;br /&gt;que nos faz recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;crescer mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;abrir o coraçao talvez&lt;br /&gt;esticar e expandir-nos&lt;br /&gt;melhorar...&lt;br /&gt;Aquele amor que somente quer brincar&lt;br /&gt;Essa semente&lt;br /&gt;pao semente cresce e da alimento ao que nasce da terra&lt;br /&gt;Desta nosso coraçao: vida nova&lt;br /&gt;mao dada para um novo mundo&lt;br /&gt;valor de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;de amar muito&lt;br /&gt;e de saber sorrir mais.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-9222149747787536787?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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Ameaça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinaram-me a sobreviver, aprendi&lt;br /&gt;Fui experimentada mas libertei-me&lt;br /&gt;Fui experimentando...&lt;br /&gt;algumas vezes adverti&lt;br /&gt;agentes especiais&lt;br /&gt;espacializados&lt;br /&gt;anormais&lt;br /&gt;paranormais andrógenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Textos que fundamentam a mudança ambiental&lt;br /&gt;nao somente climática&lt;br /&gt;mas estrutural&lt;br /&gt;impetu animal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destas armas que nos crescem nos pés,&lt;br /&gt;adornando-nos as maos&lt;br /&gt;invisibilidade surpreendente&lt;br /&gt;somos terroristas na mente&lt;br /&gt;operamos com amor&lt;br /&gt;somos tudo e nao somos nada&lt;br /&gt;somos a alma da gente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-848987048834682527?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7536274743601289646</id><published>2010-02-15T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:51:32.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cântico aquático</title><content type='html'>suavemente ecoam&lt;br /&gt;nas paredes do mar&lt;br /&gt;ordem infinitas&lt;br /&gt;flutuante&lt;br /&gt;sons imperceptiveis&lt;br /&gt;cantos eufémicos&lt;br /&gt;das tristezas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complacencia autentica&lt;br /&gt;benevolencia eterna&lt;br /&gt;sol brindador do mar&lt;br /&gt;com os seus raios &lt;br /&gt;aura, airosa&lt;br /&gt;com dor ora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas efemeridades garantidas&lt;br /&gt;até ao oxigénio essencial&lt;br /&gt;Até que tudo seja diferente sem ser igual,&lt;br /&gt;vital transformaçao!&lt;br /&gt;Que ropagens tomas para ti?&lt;br /&gt;De que algodao provem o teu tecido?&lt;br /&gt;O desconhecimento da qualidade&lt;br /&gt;Fé marinha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7536274743601289646?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7536274743601289646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7536274743601289646' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7536274743601289646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7536274743601289646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/cantico-aquatico.html' 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uma roda,&lt;br /&gt;engrenagem ciclica&lt;br /&gt;serias o meu cumo,&lt;br /&gt;o meu ídolo,&lt;br /&gt;odiando a baboja adoraçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega naquele machado&lt;br /&gt;que viste lavrar a terra,&lt;br /&gt;matar os bichos maus&lt;br /&gt;Agarra-o com a tua alma homem&lt;br /&gt;E empreende-me até à luzidia esperança!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andança nossa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8461161734827328229?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8461161734827328229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8461161734827328229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;morder os ládios&lt;br /&gt;arder com, nesta dor&lt;br /&gt;que me faz gritar&lt;br /&gt;outra vez&lt;br /&gt;outra vez&lt;br /&gt;uff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;quero saber voar&lt;br /&gt;e vencer&lt;br /&gt;Agora só quero vencer-me!&lt;br /&gt;velocidade, ritmo&lt;br /&gt;uaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7030987290395208562?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7030987290395208562/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7030987290395208562' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;rogando aos céus,&lt;br /&gt;elevando a mae natura&lt;br /&gt;rezamos por uma feliz resoluçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destroçando coraçoes,&lt;br /&gt;exprimindo vidas&lt;br /&gt;se invadem terras em busca do ouro que ainda há&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roda, Gira, fortuna&lt;br /&gt;e coloca-nos no nosso justo sitio&lt;br /&gt;uma e outra vez.&lt;br /&gt;Verde voz.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6029848379490602227?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6029848379490602227/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6029848379490602227' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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evidentes&lt;br /&gt;tao fabulosamente idiotas como as minhas&lt;br /&gt;(curiosos flamejantes sufocos meus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celebro os nossos sonhos infantis&lt;br /&gt;(na tua ausencia e na omissao)&lt;br /&gt;pelo o que deles se pode tornar reali dade&lt;br /&gt;também é (des)necessário limpar,&lt;br /&gt;como a água descolora a pintura seca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natureza morta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitemos os quadros&lt;br /&gt;DE&lt;br /&gt;naureza viva&lt;br /&gt;Até que tenhamos que criar outros&lt;br /&gt;que nos sirvao melhor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos taaaooo bem&lt;br /&gt;desenhar filmes para nos desiludir/iludirdes&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe...o que os Deus(es)..?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe o que Ele?&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe a nossa Fortuna?&lt;br /&gt;Roda, roda, gira na hora certa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3482646572391263331?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7347047340996440205</id><published>2010-02-07T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T13:40:39.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Durante a noite</title><content type='html'>Caindo as estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;ao refugiarem-se os pássaros&lt;br /&gt;nos seus ninhos&lt;br /&gt;cobertos por mimos,&lt;br /&gt;as dinâmicas ondulares&lt;br /&gt;circulam outras...&lt;br /&gt;as visoes sao intrusas&lt;br /&gt;E, o espelho inimigo atractivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai, quando saí a lua tao nua..!&lt;br /&gt;com a sua pele plácida,&lt;br /&gt;recheada de buraquinhos cómodos:&lt;br /&gt;convite ao reposo sensual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos mostrar as manchas,&lt;br /&gt;exibi-las de uma vez!&lt;br /&gt;em pedaços de cristal&lt;br /&gt;artificial,&lt;br /&gt;teatralizar os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;até lhes destruirmos a essência,&lt;br /&gt;Caminhemos pela parada da glória&lt;br /&gt;satisfeitos por termos cumprido o nosso dever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pisar sobre a terra molhada de sangre!&lt;br /&gt;, Rir e chorar sobre nada!&lt;br /&gt;Brincar nesta vida amaldiçoada&lt;br /&gt;Bendictos:&lt;br /&gt;pobres;&lt;br /&gt;grandes;&lt;br /&gt;ricos&lt;br /&gt;E,&lt;br /&gt;feios. Só faltavam mesmo os pequenos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7347047340996440205?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7347047340996440205/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7347047340996440205' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7347047340996440205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7347047340996440205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/durante-noite.html' title='Durante a noite'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8741231472503966916</id><published>2010-02-06T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T14:11:56.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>no...</title><content type='html'>no me quiten la rabia&lt;br /&gt;la injusticia que siento y que hace&lt;br /&gt;latir este corazón d`oro&lt;br /&gt;És todo lo que tengo,&lt;br /&gt;estos recuerdos,&lt;br /&gt;esta mano dura&lt;br /&gt;acuerdos morbidos&lt;br /&gt;que me dan fuerza&lt;br /&gt;y, lucha...&lt;br /&gt;Creando la divina furia,&lt;br /&gt;la autentica duda&lt;br /&gt;nO! Me la quiten con la efimera felicidad&lt;br /&gt;con besos eternos:&lt;br /&gt;esta capacidad impetuosa de les comunicar!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8741231472503966916?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8741231472503966916/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8741231472503966916' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8741231472503966916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8741231472503966916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/no.html' title='no...'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5099543297752538669</id><published>2010-02-06T13:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:55:47.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>desespero</title><content type='html'>tecnológico...&lt;br /&gt;quero!&lt;br /&gt;finjo!&lt;br /&gt;medo perverso&lt;br /&gt;mas nao toco&lt;br /&gt;te!&lt;br /&gt;mas somente nao...sinto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma e outra vez: contaminaçao.&lt;br /&gt;mao no pó,&lt;br /&gt;no chaO&lt;br /&gt;detrás do olho, vesgo rasgunho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5099543297752538669?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5099543297752538669/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5099543297752538669' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5099543297752538669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5099543297752538669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/desespero.html' title='desespero'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6346124220099038530</id><published>2010-02-06T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T13:51:33.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo é arte</title><content type='html'>arte&lt;br /&gt;nos confins da montanha&lt;br /&gt;no fundo dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;no cume do meu orgulho sólido&lt;br /&gt;da solidao nesta multidao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;entre isso há uma etica&lt;br /&gt;e dos meus sonhos eu vejo vislumbres nossos&lt;br /&gt;desconhecidos pedaços do futuro alado&lt;br /&gt;desta rota desvairada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;há um ardor forte neste fogo que me queima  por detro&lt;br /&gt;e até isso é arte&lt;br /&gt;mas ha limites ao manipular o objecto&lt;br /&gt;e tu nunca seras o meu obejcto&lt;br /&gt;a minha materia prima&lt;br /&gt;mas sim a minha  musa: homem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6346124220099038530?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6346124220099038530/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6346124220099038530' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6346124220099038530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6346124220099038530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/02/tudo-e-arte.html' title='tudo é arte'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7305920619278084123</id><published>2010-01-24T06:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T06:20:09.872-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Intimidade</title><content type='html'>amavelmente&lt;br /&gt;volto a sentir a suavidade da casa&lt;br /&gt;os espaços meus e teus voltam a encaixar-se&lt;br /&gt;e numa melodia estridente&lt;br /&gt;reconhecemos que somos um&lt;br /&gt;nesta divina preciosidade&lt;br /&gt;nesta maravilha ténue&lt;br /&gt;respiro...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7305920619278084123?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7305920619278084123/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7305920619278084123' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7305920619278084123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7305920619278084123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/01/intimidade.html' title='Intimidade'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1062767065892522622</id><published>2010-01-06T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T03:55:39.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>fusao</title><content type='html'>corre borboleta com os pés que deus substituio por asas&lt;br /&gt;efeito mariposa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bate as asas e espalha sons gritados&lt;br /&gt;eu vi os sons&lt;br /&gt;as cores e as mentiras florescerem num chao infertil&lt;br /&gt;terra nossa&lt;br /&gt;que morres devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;e se a impotencia é um desconforto&lt;br /&gt;eu quero canalizá-lo para crear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu sou a trompeta que te faz chorar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cá dentro a revoluçao aumenta&lt;br /&gt;espiritu meu ergue-te atraves da guerra pacifica&lt;br /&gt;e os cortes que zajeam no meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;fazem-te lembrar a menina que ja foste&lt;br /&gt;inimigo preferido&lt;br /&gt;coraçao feminino&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1062767065892522622?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1062767065892522622/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1062767065892522622' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1062767065892522622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1062767065892522622'/><link 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/&gt;em ebuliçao interna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careço de certezas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdi a paz pelo caminho&lt;br /&gt;encontrei o consolo e o amor num estranho&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou uma filha adoptada&lt;br /&gt;duma terra que nao compreendo e de um homem mudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, respiro...&lt;br /&gt;E desejo ultrapassar este isolamento&lt;br /&gt;estas restriçoes&lt;br /&gt;este desamor pela vida&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2745786562104040932?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2745786562104040932/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2745786562104040932' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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nos teus olhos uma alegria infantil&lt;br /&gt;vi na tua alma uma satisfaçao imensa&lt;br /&gt;vi nos teus olhos uma criança e no teu ventre a lembrança&lt;br /&gt;da sua concretizaçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensava que tinha perdido a pureza deste meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;mas ao tomar uma decisao virtuosa&lt;br /&gt;vi a plena cor da minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este ressentimento antigo&lt;br /&gt;este medo infiltrado&lt;br /&gt;neste rancor duro e seco&lt;br /&gt;resnasci mais plena e forte&lt;br /&gt;Assim sou tua até à morte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, amor meu, nem que tenha que arrancar este coraçao&lt;br /&gt;dar-lhe forma de diamante&lt;br /&gt;e, nesse maravilhoso instante&lt;br /&gt;limpa de memórias negras&lt;br /&gt;sou mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais tua&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7688272744756956335?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7688272744756956335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7688272744756956335' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7688272744756956335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7688272744756956335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2010/01/gratidao-feminina.html' title='gratidao feminina'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6753137794113752552</id><published>2009-12-27T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T12:52:30.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>amoroso sabor</title><content type='html'>Deixei o passado ao lado do ombro&lt;br /&gt;vivo o presente sentindo a lamina da sua dureza&lt;br /&gt;ainda assim beijei a pureza do Bem&lt;br /&gt;e vi a sorte de quem a abandono&lt;br /&gt;revivo a alma&lt;br /&gt;minha&lt;br /&gt;retomo a sombra e a luz que se entrelaçavam&lt;br /&gt;sem se distinguirem&lt;br /&gt;Separam-se lentamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chorei como um bebe quando entendi&lt;br /&gt;o que perdi&lt;br /&gt;sorri tanto quando percebi o que ganhei&lt;br /&gt;e o que posso crear&lt;br /&gt;para nós amor mais amor mais calor&lt;br /&gt;mais letras sopas e salsas&lt;br /&gt;eu sou o vento e tu as asas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6753137794113752552?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6753137794113752552/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6753137794113752552' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6753137794113752552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6753137794113752552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/amoroso-sabor.html' title='amoroso sabor'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8567265201208842600</id><published>2009-12-26T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T05:06:12.412-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ondas</title><content type='html'>dentro de todas as danças que dançei&lt;br /&gt;de todas as dores que senti,&lt;br /&gt;de todas as alegrias que exibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ainda, meu deus, nao houve ninguém que me fizesse parar&lt;br /&gt;no leito do amor eu vi sonhos meus difumarem-se&lt;br /&gt;quero saber, entender e explicar este impeto incompleto que me faz desgarrar a alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e continuo sabe deus a querer as oportunidades que quase tive e que as deixei assim&lt;br /&gt;como se nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu continuo&lt;br /&gt;continuo nesta loucura mistica&lt;br /&gt;nesta confusao artistica&lt;br /&gt;doi-me a o corpo da alma&lt;br /&gt;enquanto a vitalidade que me invade nao descansa&lt;br /&gt;nao dorme&lt;br /&gt;tanto como dormes tu meu amor&lt;br /&gt;quem me dera poder amar-te para sempre&lt;br /&gt;quem me dera ter a serenidade necessária para ter a certeza de nós&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8567265201208842600?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8567265201208842600/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8567265201208842600' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8567265201208842600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8567265201208842600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/ondas.html' title='Ondas'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7163977908654235997</id><published>2009-12-06T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T14:02:11.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>tacadas</title><content type='html'>tacadas na bola,&lt;br /&gt;na alma que me das sem querer&lt;br /&gt;tacadas depois de um dia duro em que me vejo reflectida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afastemo-nos da dor que nos donou a frustaçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amor tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;amor nao é o silencio&lt;br /&gt;amor sao as palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sao a vontade que nos separam&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de comer este mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de sermos livres&lt;br /&gt;a vontade de nos crescerem Asas ate se acabar o vento&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7163977908654235997?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7163977908654235997/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7163977908654235997' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7163977908654235997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7163977908654235997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/12/tacadas.html' title='tacadas'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6439147188527128833</id><published>2009-11-13T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T05:29:23.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>strugling again</title><content type='html'>Estrabuço por livrar-me desta dependencia&lt;br /&gt;deste amor cruel&lt;br /&gt;destas palavras acertadas&lt;br /&gt;das pistas encontradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas amo mais que tudo&lt;br /&gt;E nao me importa o que podes dar&lt;br /&gt;porque das o suficiente para me fortalecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frágil e nem sempre consigo ser ágil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cair, erguer&lt;br /&gt;viver-me uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;interpretar a creatividade&lt;br /&gt;adorar a musa&lt;br /&gt;gritar as paredes surdas deste quarto enquanto tu lutas uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu apenas luto para manter-te, manter-me de outra forma&lt;br /&gt;mais pura e menos sufrida&lt;br /&gt;reencontrar a tradiçao do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso voltar à essencia.&lt;br /&gt;Tu podes deixar de acreditar...&lt;br /&gt;mas eu evitarei isso, uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Até ao fim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6439147188527128833?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6439147188527128833/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6439147188527128833' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6439147188527128833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6439147188527128833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/11/strugling-again.html' title='strugling again'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7942014970491369173</id><published>2009-10-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T07:24:46.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao autor</title><content type='html'>as personagens com quem dormes a tua lado&lt;br /&gt;das maos geladas que encostas ao peito&lt;br /&gt;nascem historias estranhas e sentidas&lt;br /&gt;como se fossem tuas&lt;br /&gt;eu vi o assombro que te provocam&lt;br /&gt;e como das tuas entranhas brotam como um grito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim grita com a boca aberta,&lt;br /&gt;grita de olhos fechados&lt;br /&gt;e vomita essas vidas que crias e que te reinventam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7942014970491369173?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7942014970491369173/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7942014970491369173' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7942014970491369173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7942014970491369173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/10/ao-autor.html' title='Ao autor'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3009276106207545252</id><published>2009-09-16T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T05:53:36.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>insuficiente</title><content type='html'>É insuficiente a luz do teu sol&lt;br /&gt;É demasiado acolhedor o calor do teu abraço&lt;br /&gt;mas eu quero afastar-me sabendo que sou incapaz.&lt;br /&gt;eu quero ser mais forte mas quando sorris enfraqueces-me&lt;br /&gt;Por vou querer estar só outra vez? Porque querer desprender-me do teu amor?&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir-te a heroina outra vez&lt;br /&gt;banhar-me na minha própria força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta contradiçao, este conflito que vi nascer nos olhos e voar na boca de tantas mulheres&lt;br /&gt;Maltido amor que nos elouquece&lt;br /&gt;maltido amor que nos faz perceber...&lt;br /&gt;E eu sabia quando te vi que te ia pertencer&lt;br /&gt;E agora? E agora?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3009276106207545252?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3009276106207545252/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3009276106207545252' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3009276106207545252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3009276106207545252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/09/insuficiente.html' title='insuficiente'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2745146807075671715</id><published>2009-08-09T11:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T11:50:38.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fora de sitio</title><content type='html'>uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;no mesmo sitio belisco esta repetiçao&lt;br /&gt;esta exactidao do mesmo&lt;br /&gt;outra vez o mesmo movimento&lt;br /&gt;o mesmo seguimento do tempo&lt;br /&gt;que passa deixando a marca da inutilidade desta rotina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sempre es o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;eu sempre sou a mesma&lt;br /&gt;sempre fazemos o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;sempre o teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;sempre o meu desanimo&lt;br /&gt;sempre a mesma mentira&lt;br /&gt;sempre a mesma insatisfaçao&lt;br /&gt;sempre o mesmo pensamento&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais a mesma certeza&lt;br /&gt;e o mesmo sentimento de imbecilidade&lt;br /&gt;no meio de esta desordem&lt;br /&gt;como se tudo estivesse fora de sitio&lt;br /&gt;dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;e fora&lt;br /&gt;e tu nao percebes&lt;br /&gt;e tu desconheces&lt;br /&gt;a minha vontade de mudar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;por onde começo?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2745146807075671715?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2745146807075671715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2745146807075671715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2745146807075671715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2745146807075671715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/08/fora-de-sitio.html' title='fora de sitio'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4644147917630978151</id><published>2009-07-08T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T08:43:21.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fé</title><content type='html'>tento ignorar este ego&lt;br /&gt;tento calmar a mente&lt;br /&gt;evitar esta vaidade&lt;br /&gt;e ondular em palavras vas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;estas necessidades sufocam-me&lt;br /&gt;quero estar nua&lt;br /&gt;despida de tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;quando sei que me visto cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero encontrar pureza e tranquilidade nesta cidade suja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero o impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quero o vacio&lt;br /&gt;Descansar em tempos de alta voltagem...&lt;br /&gt;Deixem-me estar...esqueçam-se para que eu me possa esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ate que as forçaS me sirvam&lt;br /&gt;ate que eu ainda acredite&lt;br /&gt;seguirei, mesmo que tenha que arrastar os pés!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4644147917630978151?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4644147917630978151/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4644147917630978151' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4644147917630978151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4644147917630978151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/07/fe.html' title='fé'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-9037730634700127700</id><published>2009-06-25T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:32:30.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sempre</title><content type='html'>Reaparecem rasgos do meu ser,&lt;br /&gt;gritam estórias que tento esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;estórias do meu caminho oculto,&lt;br /&gt;Desaparece o medo quando te oiço cantar...&lt;br /&gt;a tua guitarra soa uma dor suave e suportável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caras e soltas...palavras&lt;br /&gt;indicam-me, analisam em longos suspiros.&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu outra&lt;br /&gt;e, poderia desistir facilmente...&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecesse eu o que tao bem me informam&lt;br /&gt;Eles...os sem nome necessário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu também sou uma marioneta!&lt;br /&gt;Contudo eu escolhi.&lt;br /&gt;Ser escolhida foi um presente.&lt;br /&gt;É a minha auto-estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou bruta, um potente potencial!&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me ser a tua fria estátua ritmica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- sempre bela, sempre perfeita, sempre dura, sempre justa, sempre implacável, sempre invencível.&lt;br /&gt;À espera da morte, ando pelas ruas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-9037730634700127700?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/9037730634700127700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=9037730634700127700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/9037730634700127700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/9037730634700127700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/sempre.html' title='Sempre'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2971414760564274342</id><published>2009-06-25T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T09:20:58.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu morto</title><content type='html'>tu és uma voz muda&lt;br /&gt;(só consigo ouvir o teu silêncio)&lt;br /&gt;deixas-te de balbuciar...&lt;br /&gt;é tao só uma sombra que deixou de perseguir&lt;br /&gt;a flôr que deixou de cheirar...&lt;br /&gt;perdi-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor que parou de se manifestar&lt;br /&gt;no meu peito vazio. Perdi-te...&lt;br /&gt;Somente ficou este ardor sumido&lt;br /&gt;E, esta melancolia inútil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os gritos que agora calaste,&lt;br /&gt;os movimentos bruscos,&lt;br /&gt;as queixas, as amarguras&lt;br /&gt;o poder que sentias&lt;br /&gt;resumiu-se a uma corpo morto,&lt;br /&gt;a sangue coagulado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A impotência em que te transformei, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;meu vilao,&lt;br /&gt;meu amo,&lt;br /&gt;meu grande ardor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2971414760564274342?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2971414760564274342/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2971414760564274342' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2971414760564274342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2971414760564274342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/meu-morto.html' title='Meu morto'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6273245985670183632</id><published>2009-06-25T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T07:23:24.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nem sei, tao bem</title><content type='html'>ondulaçoes novas,&lt;br /&gt;há movimentos que desentendo...&lt;br /&gt;revejo, alejo&lt;br /&gt;até afasto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amo mas zango-me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo e magou-me, de qualquer forma...&lt;br /&gt;Como actuar? Como amar?&lt;br /&gt;nestes dias novos...&lt;br /&gt;Como caminhar até ti?! sem explodir,&lt;br /&gt;querendo eu mesma implodir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6273245985670183632?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6273245985670183632/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6273245985670183632' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6273245985670183632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6273245985670183632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/nem-sei-tao-bem.html' title='nem sei, tao bem'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-340911028392873009</id><published>2009-06-18T05:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T06:12:52.528-07:00</updated><title type='text'>mata-me e cura-me outra vez...</title><content type='html'>limites conscientes&lt;br /&gt;nova comunicaçao,&lt;br /&gt;deleixada e agressiva,&lt;br /&gt;cegos chocamos com a cabeça na parede,&lt;br /&gt;uma contra a outra,&lt;br /&gt;teimosia e sangue&lt;br /&gt;eu sinto-me a refriar&lt;br /&gt;as veias a congelar,&lt;br /&gt;tiram-nos a paciências&lt;br /&gt;quem? o quê? eu e tu, tu e eu!&lt;br /&gt;fico sem amor e em plena raiva ardo&lt;br /&gt;enquanto tu fuges&lt;br /&gt;aqui tao perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;numa explosao desfiam-se os nossos laços&lt;br /&gt;e tudo se torna em momentos incomodos&lt;br /&gt;embaraço&lt;br /&gt;tenho medo&lt;br /&gt;e peço a deus para nos iluminar&lt;br /&gt;porque o inferno, a solidao e o seu escuro sao a unica realidade&lt;br /&gt;agora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;penso que nada vale mesmo a pena&lt;br /&gt;nao sei porque volto sempre a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;nao sei porque me volto sempre a nubelar&lt;br /&gt;o nada é a única realidade.&lt;br /&gt;viver nao é mais que sorrir para voltar a chorar&lt;br /&gt;uma e outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a finalidade de tudo isto? De tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;Curar!&lt;br /&gt;Em que queres que me transforme,&lt;br /&gt;se me atiras para a minha doce solidao&lt;br /&gt;estando aqui tao perto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta tudo na minha mao&lt;br /&gt;mas o meu coraçao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor endurece-me,&lt;br /&gt;a dor torna-me dormente.&lt;br /&gt;e se perco o coraçao&lt;br /&gt;e se me transformo em imobilidade gelada&lt;br /&gt;Tu poderias ser o meu inimigo perfeito&lt;br /&gt;Evitarias que me auto-flagelasse&lt;br /&gt;uma e outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;inúteis esperanças,&lt;br /&gt;uma e outra vez....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somente mata-me de vez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-340911028392873009?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/340911028392873009/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=340911028392873009' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/340911028392873009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/340911028392873009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mata-me-e-cura-me-outra-vez.html' title='mata-me e cura-me outra vez...'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2609581073593200143</id><published>2009-06-03T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T13:02:40.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>amputaçao</title><content type='html'>e se a tua visao fosse dobrada,&lt;br /&gt;tivesses que amputar uma parte do teu corpo para continuar a caminhar?&lt;br /&gt;uma perna por abandonar para poder andar&lt;br /&gt;o trio que te viu nascer, e tu és o fio&lt;br /&gt;a torre e o navio do mar alto que te embala no descobrimento&lt;br /&gt;na aventura onde o tempo engoliu a terra à vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Minha amputaçao cerebral, a nossa amputaçao real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2609581073593200143?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2609581073593200143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2609581073593200143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2609581073593200143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2609581073593200143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/amputacao.html' title='amputaçao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7860561488508775074</id><published>2009-06-01T09:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T09:56:25.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Correr e Saltar</title><content type='html'>Vim e vou,&lt;br /&gt;chego e parto,&lt;br /&gt;avanço e paro,&lt;br /&gt;corro e caminho,&lt;br /&gt;movimento, pausa&lt;br /&gt;ar e água.&lt;br /&gt;tranquilidade, inquietude&lt;br /&gt;beleza, fealdade,&lt;br /&gt;alegria e tristeza&lt;br /&gt;tudo na mesma destreza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O único imóvel&lt;br /&gt;o único elemento eterno e imutável és tu&lt;br /&gt;o meu amor, dono do meu coraçao!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7860561488508775074?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7860561488508775074/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7860561488508775074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7860561488508775074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7860561488508775074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/06/correr-e-saltar.html' title='Correr e Saltar'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7512666889909764373</id><published>2009-04-17T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T15:15:34.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lagrimas rojas</title><content type='html'>Noites perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;segundos arrastados nesta languidez mortal...&lt;br /&gt;quero ser imaterial, quero vencer o tempo e transformar a realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só, quero soltar um grito, um alarrido de dor e paixao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noites frias quando toda a gente me quer amar.&lt;br /&gt;Sem ti.&lt;br /&gt;as estrelas imaculadas, lágrimas e suores. a minha face. posturas curvadas. falta-me-te. TU.&lt;br /&gt;espaços vazios.&lt;br /&gt;branco, depois vermelho de raiva.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7512666889909764373?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7512666889909764373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7512666889909764373' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7512666889909764373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7512666889909764373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/04/lagrimas-rojas.html' title='lagrimas rojas'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-8890476634161216415</id><published>2009-04-13T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T07:25:28.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>egocentrismo e altruísmo</title><content type='html'>Fosse eu totalmente apta de aniquilar o meu ego&lt;br /&gt;as guerras parariam de infligir-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu somente um escudo de metal&lt;br /&gt;a tua amizade podia ser vital&lt;br /&gt;fosse eu somente uma virtude a tua desvirtude um animal&lt;br /&gt;pronto a perseguir-me&lt;br /&gt;mas eu posso ser tantas coisas&lt;br /&gt;o amor a minha arma&lt;br /&gt;e o egocentrismo o meu suicidio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que é real permanece no meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;como um tesouro perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele altruismo que eu vi vestido em mim&lt;br /&gt;Aquele suor que eu sei que escorre pela tua pele&lt;br /&gt;é perdido na minha nova armadura que ainda me é desconfortável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E com tanta sede de exploradora eu quero chorar de alegria ao ver-te triunfar&lt;br /&gt;ao ver como a luz nos pode revitalizar.&lt;br /&gt;Ao ver como ainda sou um campo selvagem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-8890476634161216415?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/8890476634161216415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=8890476634161216415' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8890476634161216415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/8890476634161216415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/04/egocentrismo-e-altruismo.html' title='egocentrismo e altruísmo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4065453757367798994</id><published>2009-04-10T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T04:33:06.612-07:00</updated><title type='text'>plenitude</title><content type='html'>Viste a terra sangrar de gente pisada&lt;br /&gt;viste a agua tornar-se fogo e fumo&lt;br /&gt;viste a solidao engolir-te como uma baleia&lt;br /&gt;viste a tua força renascer&lt;br /&gt;viste as crianças sorrirem e voarem como o peter pan&lt;br /&gt;viste as rainhas presas do seu trono&lt;br /&gt;viste o poder corromper&lt;br /&gt;viste o amor curar&lt;br /&gt;viste a gente mudar&lt;br /&gt;viste o sol escurecer&lt;br /&gt;viste a alma sonhar&lt;br /&gt;E o univerno converter-te em pura acçao&lt;br /&gt;E esqueces-te-te tantas vezes de deixar falar o coraçao ate que ele se tornou chamas no teu peito&lt;br /&gt;até que te queimou a garganta de tanto filosofar.&lt;br /&gt;E tudo é uma calma atordida&lt;br /&gt;Uma certeza nervosa no teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Um medo que é a fonte de coragem. E ousadio que te faz brilhar os olhos como estrelas&lt;br /&gt;que te acompanham o olhar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4065453757367798994?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4065453757367798994/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4065453757367798994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4065453757367798994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4065453757367798994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/04/plenitude.html' title='plenitude'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5373643634328349956</id><published>2009-04-01T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T11:52:56.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'>vislumbre</title><content type='html'>E se tivesses encerrada numa história,&lt;br /&gt;se tudo fosse uma estupida maldiçao&lt;br /&gt;da qual nao podesses fugir,&lt;br /&gt;e se soubesses tao bem como o conto de fadas terminaria&lt;br /&gt;vivirias-o ou deixavas as chamas queimarem-te?&lt;br /&gt;as chamas desta puta vida&lt;br /&gt;amor&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que queria nao saber como isto vai acabar&lt;br /&gt;preciso de chorar e as lágrimas secaram&lt;br /&gt;porque agora nada importa tanto&lt;br /&gt;agora sou impotente para parar a corrente.&lt;br /&gt;Vou tentar nao elouquecer e amar-te de verdade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5373643634328349956?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5373643634328349956/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5373643634328349956' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5373643634328349956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5373643634328349956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/04/vislumbre.html' title='vislumbre'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4392136909862791426</id><published>2009-03-30T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T16:07:38.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Surpresa</title><content type='html'>Era como se tudo estivesse previsto&lt;br /&gt;e volto a nao surpreender-me mas mesmo assim&lt;br /&gt;repreendo-me por ter evitado esta plenitude&lt;br /&gt;este sitio no qual me sinto totalmente segura de mim mesma&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de às vezes sentar-me no baloiço e sentir aquela sensaçao antiga de adrenalida com os pés no chao e o estomago apretado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo nem me dou conta que minto...surpreendentemente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4392136909862791426?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4392136909862791426/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4392136909862791426' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4392136909862791426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4392136909862791426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/surpresa.html' title='Surpresa'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2867462473492774008</id><published>2009-03-28T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T14:05:58.879-07:00</updated><title type='text'>impressao</title><content type='html'>Ignoravas o muito que podia recordar&lt;br /&gt;demasiado o que podia sentir sem entender&lt;br /&gt;e que se cravou no meu coraçao&lt;br /&gt;vivia o que vivias&lt;br /&gt;assimilei o que sofrias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje libertei-me da infelicidade que simbolizavas&lt;br /&gt;e reconciliei-me com o que tu nunca soubeste reparar: a tua alma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2867462473492774008?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2867462473492774008/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2867462473492774008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2867462473492774008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2867462473492774008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/impressao.html' title='impressao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4502152180542173025</id><published>2009-03-25T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T18:24:45.895-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Em nome do pai</title><content type='html'>oh... e os sorrisos que nunca me vais ver a esboçar,&lt;br /&gt;as censuras que nao evitarás fazer-me e os conselhos que te agradará dar-me,&lt;br /&gt;as tristezas que nunca vais ver transformarem-se em lágrimas na minha face&lt;br /&gt;os abraços que nunca te poderei dar, pai&lt;br /&gt;sao pedaços de mim que se arrancam quando sinto de tao perto a tua ausência, quando estou consciente deste buraco no me coraçao.&lt;br /&gt;Podesse o nosso amor ser imaterial, podesse o nosso sangue ser só um, completamente. Nunca estariamos separados.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4502152180542173025?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4502152180542173025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4502152180542173025' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4502152180542173025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4502152180542173025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/em-nome-do-pai.html' title='Em nome do pai'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7887900659395418401</id><published>2009-03-22T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T14:23:31.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O mesmo</title><content type='html'>Janelas abertas pelos teus olhos enquanto eu torco as cordas vocais em momentos de sufoco&lt;br /&gt;também eu fugo, também eu refugio-me&lt;br /&gt;como te posso censurar ?&lt;br /&gt;As horas e as circunstâncias que nao sei como melhorar porque falta-me firmeza.&lt;br /&gt;Desespero em gritos surdos. Enfraquece-me a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;A mesma dúvida persigue-me. A mesma angustia. A mesma dor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7887900659395418401?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7887900659395418401/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7887900659395418401' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7887900659395418401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7887900659395418401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-mesmo.html' title='O mesmo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-342078273792688548</id><published>2009-03-15T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T15:51:00.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentar</title><content type='html'>Posso fingir que acredito, que nao duvido&lt;br /&gt; que nao me arranha, que nao sei ...&lt;br /&gt; Posso ignorar os sons detro de mim&lt;br /&gt; Posso virar as costas e chorar&lt;br /&gt; mas o único que nao posso é deixar de tentar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-342078273792688548?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/342078273792688548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=342078273792688548' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/342078273792688548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/342078273792688548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/tentar.html' title='Tentar'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5950724375987706315</id><published>2009-03-08T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T08:51:33.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>À minha irma</title><content type='html'>residuos de festas que nao se celebraram,&lt;br /&gt; de beijos que nao se entregaram e de segredos que nao se confessaram aos teus ouvidos&lt;br /&gt; tu viste-me girar os pés contra a porta fechada tantas vezes até que consegui derrobar-la com   os punhos ensaguentados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; estou longe de casa e privei-me de te ver crescer este último ano. E nao és uma criança. Sinto falta da cor dos teus olhos tao azuis como os meus, do silencio das tuas palavras e da melodia das tuas expressoes. Sou como o ar que nao podes retener mas que sempre recorda a textura das colinas por onde passou...e que se compoe pelas suas particulas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mais um ano, mais uma respiraçao&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5950724375987706315?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5950724375987706315/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5950724375987706315' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5950724375987706315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5950724375987706315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2009/03/minha-irma.html' title='À minha irma'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7342107428939156722</id><published>2008-08-23T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:27:29.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sombra</title><content type='html'>No escuro vejo-me melhor&lt;br /&gt;e sinto cada vez mais esta desesperança&lt;br /&gt;esta inutil impossibilidade&lt;br /&gt;e a certeza de me corromper gradualmente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho idolos.&lt;br /&gt;tenho uma fe debil&lt;br /&gt;um amor instavel&lt;br /&gt;e uma dor profunda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a gente passa e sorri&lt;br /&gt;E a gente passa e abstem-se&lt;br /&gt;A gente passa e eu desprezo&lt;br /&gt;a beleza que transmitem&lt;br /&gt;a alegria que suponem&lt;br /&gt;o cinismo que constroem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na sombra sou mais verdade&lt;br /&gt;E na mentira das minhas gargalhadas ensaiadas&lt;br /&gt;todos creem que sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente feliz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unica certeza é que eu desconheço todos e todos me desconhecem&lt;br /&gt;E sem nenhum interesse, permaneço assim&lt;br /&gt;porque é na sombra que me reconheço melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosto da tristeza, gosto de fingir que sinto deveras esse contentamento quotidiano, superficial..&lt;br /&gt;De me distanciar da banalidade quando me aproximo de um estado torpe de desinteresse aglutinante.&lt;br /&gt;De ser frágil ante o tedio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é nos momentos em que quase creio que nao existo que sinto uma paz completa e acolhedora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poderás entender?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7342107428939156722?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7342107428939156722/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7342107428939156722' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7342107428939156722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7342107428939156722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/08/sombra.html' title='Sombra'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7029573600878181561</id><published>2008-06-22T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T04:31:39.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>avestruz</title><content type='html'>Em baixo volume,&lt;br /&gt;tocas o cume das minhas feridas&lt;br /&gt;eu ignoro&lt;br /&gt;todavia choro por dentro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;silenciosamente aflita&lt;br /&gt;Tem que acabar&lt;br /&gt;esta dor&lt;br /&gt;este medo ensurdecedor&lt;br /&gt;esta exilio repartido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor, escutas-me, amor&lt;br /&gt;realmente escutas-me&lt;br /&gt;das-me atençao&lt;br /&gt;vê-me&lt;br /&gt;sente-me&lt;br /&gt;cura-me&lt;br /&gt;amor! tu consegues? realmente&lt;br /&gt;eu às vezes sei...&lt;br /&gt;penso que gostas de ignorar&lt;br /&gt;tudo&lt;br /&gt;ignorar-me friamente&lt;br /&gt;passar por cima&lt;br /&gt;estar em cima e tapar-me&lt;br /&gt;aquecer-me&lt;br /&gt;amor amor....mas eu preciso respirar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7029573600878181561?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7029573600878181561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7029573600878181561' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7029573600878181561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7029573600878181561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/avestruz.html' title='avestruz'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2744692017897677229</id><published>2008-06-17T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T15:01:11.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Paredes</title><content type='html'>Um toque mais...&lt;br /&gt;transformo-me&lt;br /&gt;definitivamente&lt;br /&gt;mais um toque e...&lt;br /&gt;dissipo-me em gritos inflamáveis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assumo-me totalmente imóvel e activa&lt;br /&gt;entre paredes&lt;br /&gt;entre silêncios&lt;br /&gt;e entre medos, palavras, dedos&lt;br /&gt;neste quarto escuro em que tacteio&lt;br /&gt;cuidadosamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair e bater a porta até que se parta em pedaços&lt;br /&gt;Assim sem limites&lt;br /&gt;ser livre para me expressar até nao ter mais nada senao um silêncio fatigado&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me espaço. Aço, armadura&lt;br /&gt;depois de...&lt;br /&gt;perder a proteçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero morder, arranhar&lt;br /&gt;matar tudo e todos&lt;br /&gt;suicidamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E voar sabendo que o castigo nao existe e que a censura foi um invençao dos mais tristes&lt;br /&gt;Paredes estranhas e frias&lt;br /&gt;paredes em que passo&lt;br /&gt;pedaços de cimento que temo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2744692017897677229?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2744692017897677229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2744692017897677229' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2744692017897677229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2744692017897677229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/paredes.html' title='Paredes'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6517953720690064018</id><published>2008-06-11T03:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:31:21.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desejo</title><content type='html'>Lento devagar&lt;br /&gt;subo, sube&lt;br /&gt;sem calma cresce&lt;br /&gt;com intensidade&lt;br /&gt;Este grito: acorda e ama-me até à exaustao.&lt;br /&gt;Nao! Nao, tenho paciência&lt;br /&gt;Quero, quero-te demasiado&lt;br /&gt;E estou imperativamente capaz de tu exigir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anda, vem deixa-me possuir-te&lt;br /&gt;Tu nunca me tiveste numa manha sangrenta&lt;br /&gt;numa tarde luminosa...&lt;br /&gt;eu nao quero os teus pratos...nada!&lt;br /&gt;Quero o teu corpo, ardo em desejo&lt;br /&gt;E ranjo os dentes de tanta paixao...&lt;br /&gt;Vem sem cerimónias...vem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6517953720690064018?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6517953720690064018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6517953720690064018' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6517953720690064018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6517953720690064018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/06/desejo.html' title='Desejo'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-82497389168148305</id><published>2008-06-11T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T03:17:54.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tudo para dizer</title><content type='html'>Ao tocar os sinos ingleses&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te na minha audiçao, presinto a tua ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh amor, eles sabem, eles cantam e descrevem as terriveis coisas que temo resolver mal&lt;br /&gt;mas nao me importa se tu estás&lt;br /&gt;somente quero que estejas como és&lt;br /&gt;como te apetece ser&lt;br /&gt;nao sei como me fui apaixonar assim&lt;br /&gt;por ti, estrangeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E aquelas manhas discretas, misteriosas em que percorremos as mesmas ruas do teus bairros&lt;br /&gt;em diferentes estados&lt;br /&gt;mas o que importa quando te amo assim&lt;br /&gt;em rosas azuis ou em perfume rosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao sei como dissolver-me, dissolver tanta confusao&lt;br /&gt;tanta doce e simples pureza&lt;br /&gt;simplicidade&lt;br /&gt;Eu que adoro a dificuldade&lt;br /&gt;Eu que ....fico sem palavras ante o teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Oh em que divina impotência que deixa este sentimento&lt;br /&gt;Oh amor...os poemas sao inuteis&lt;br /&gt;as palavras intangiveis&lt;br /&gt;e tudo se resume a uma gaveta no final&lt;br /&gt;se eu nao decidir fazer nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cresce a insatisfaçao&lt;br /&gt;nada que eu queira substituir por um efemero café alheio&lt;br /&gt;nao há nada que eu deseje mais que o teu cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eles cantam sobre o tempo, deambulam na realidade&lt;br /&gt;na cruel imperialidade do seu punho&lt;br /&gt;E eu quero vencer o tempo, conquistar os espaços para nos juntar&lt;br /&gt;cada vez mais&lt;br /&gt;coraçao ao lado de coracao&lt;br /&gt;mao ao lado do meu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;mao entrelaçada na tua preciosa mao de cozinheiro&lt;br /&gt;Oh amor...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-82497389168148305?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/82497389168148305/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2707714557590369638</id><published>2008-06-07T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T04:18:55.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diana</title><content type='html'>Há um orgulho reprimido,&lt;br /&gt;diagonalmente polido nas arestas desse teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;uma geometria particular...&lt;br /&gt;Diana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a promessa de potência nos teus caracóis negros&lt;br /&gt;E, a desfiguraçao de cada inimigo que por eles foi engolido&lt;br /&gt;Há um grito no teu profundo silêncio impetuoso&lt;br /&gt;E, nas tuas orelhas esculturais se dissipam os tambores de guerras&lt;br /&gt;internas e externas&lt;br /&gt;guerras eternas&lt;br /&gt;sangue infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Justamente sofres, justamente matas&lt;br /&gt;Só tu Diana, nessa tua fronte real escondes a razao de tanto ímpeto bélico&lt;br /&gt;O mistério das tuas lamidas&lt;br /&gt;E o brilho dos teus olhos reflectidos nelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida Diana,&lt;br /&gt;agora que partes num cavalo negro&lt;br /&gt;levas o perfume e o vento de leste&lt;br /&gt;Diana...sou um suspiro enquanto tocas o trote do teu companheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que as estrelas te guiem na tua noite fria, na morte...&lt;br /&gt;Ai, Amar-te!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2707714557590369638?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2707714557590369638/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2707714557590369638' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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enubelado,&lt;br /&gt;sinto os pés pesados do pouco tempo&lt;br /&gt;e o tempo corre ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vejo olhares interessados&lt;br /&gt;sao olhares cegos de imbecilidade&lt;br /&gt;E caminho mais um passo tao lento, tao sensualmente&lt;br /&gt;vejo-te ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;e sei sem te olhar&lt;br /&gt;nao precisas de falar&lt;br /&gt;eu nao tenho que escutar-te&lt;br /&gt;eu sei, eu sei&lt;br /&gt;e o que sei é vento&lt;br /&gt;o que sei nao cabe nas minhas vozes&lt;br /&gt;nas minhas preciosas ferramentas&lt;br /&gt;compremos um carro&lt;br /&gt;construimos asas, alas, pontes&lt;br /&gt;e nunca mais vamos parar&lt;br /&gt;só para nos amarmos, somente para nos apaixonarmos infinitamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E as aves rodopiam em torno&lt;br /&gt;aflitas presentem o que há-de vir:&lt;br /&gt;Tragédia e romance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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romance'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-2652979322160354180</id><published>2008-05-22T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:35:43.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora...</title><content type='html'>Depois da sintonia peculiar das nuvens secas&lt;br /&gt;nos teus lábios&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei o quanto os nos juntamos devagarinho&lt;br /&gt;sem nenhum de nós desconfiar&lt;br /&gt;Agora&lt;br /&gt;a escada é para subir&lt;br /&gt;E eu sinto-te a construir&lt;br /&gt;E amo-te a fugir do teu calor&lt;br /&gt;A fugir da vontade de ficar&lt;br /&gt;Mas nao posso, nao quero parar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou tua&lt;br /&gt;quer negue, quer admita.&lt;br /&gt;Nao importa, nada importa assim tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enquanto saibamos que nas tempestades, debaixo dos rugidos e através dos trovoes o nosso amor é força&lt;br /&gt;É natureza!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-2652979322160354180?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/2652979322160354180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=2652979322160354180' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2652979322160354180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/2652979322160354180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/agora.html' title='Agora...'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-1720289706316371347</id><published>2008-05-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T08:59:57.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marés</title><content type='html'>Se debaixo do meu olhar fundo,&lt;br /&gt;do meu mar revolto&lt;br /&gt;Tu vires elevarem-se exércitos, lanças e espadas&lt;br /&gt;Escudos. Para ti.&lt;br /&gt;E, uma linda chuva de sangue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu, ao menos, fosses capaz de ver...&lt;br /&gt;Assim, entenderias o fervor que me suprime os gritos mais agudos&lt;br /&gt;Porque sao ardores que a minha voz nao pode aguentar&lt;br /&gt;E quero preservar&lt;br /&gt;necessito controlar-me&lt;br /&gt;Pois, nao estou a explodir mas a implodir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha boca sabe a amargura, sabe a desilusao feia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E juro-te, amor, sem seres testemunha, que vai voltar a saber a doce&lt;br /&gt;sem ser pelo mel dos teus lábios...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se tu visses como eu vejo serias infeliz, meu amor&lt;br /&gt;Se ao menos eu permitisse que tu entrasses no meu mundo&lt;br /&gt;Se eu nao te protegesse tanto...&lt;br /&gt;nao importa, meu querido&lt;br /&gt;que eu nao seja capaz de encontrar uma palavra que sintetize&lt;br /&gt;tantos combates, tantas cicatrizes, tantas vitórias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demasiado amor, ardor&lt;br /&gt;E, tanta paixao impetuosa&lt;br /&gt;Tremendas correntes de sentimento!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosse cada lágrima minha uma carta&lt;br /&gt;Entao, tu serias o amante de um conto de fadas assim que as abrisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contudo, os golpes sao meus...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei,&lt;br /&gt;A realidade é imperatriz!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1720289706316371347?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1720289706316371347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1720289706316371347' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1720289706316371347'/><link 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escura...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu, saltimbanco és uma estrela de alegria!&lt;br /&gt;E eu durmo em teus braços de magia&lt;br /&gt;como uma criança nos braços do seu pai,&lt;br /&gt;como uma filha no colo da sua mae.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos iguais, saltimbanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos demais e, demasiadamente poucos&lt;br /&gt;para este mundo triste&lt;br /&gt;em que a força da felicidade ainda teima,&lt;br /&gt;ainda persiste!&lt;br /&gt;Esperança!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-7695397706480540529?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/7695397706480540529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=7695397706480540529' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7695397706480540529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/7695397706480540529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/05/saltimbanco.html' title='Saltimbanco'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-7777114861659109254</id><published>2008-05-19T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T04:40:55.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Marés</title><content type='html'>Haviam outros elementos antes da chuva cair:&lt;br /&gt;tinhamos o brilho da paixao, o desejo e a ilusao&lt;br /&gt;Mas, eu queria ver através do nevoeiro,&lt;br /&gt;eu queria ser luz para ti...&lt;br /&gt;um genero de alarme,&lt;br /&gt;uma pequena equipa de salvaçao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, nao tenh muito na minha mao&lt;br /&gt;Afinal a tua adiçao pode mesmo boicoitar-nos a relaçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que havia antes..?&lt;br /&gt;O que há agora..?&lt;br /&gt;Eles permanecem se quiserem&lt;br /&gt;Eu permaneço também porque quero e, porque te amo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vamos lá descobrir, através do clima, que barco estamos a construir&lt;br /&gt;E, em que mares altos estamos a navegar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só precisas de te recordar, algo que nao fazes muito bem, que já existem marés que eu conheço e em que já me recuso a flutuar, outra vez...&lt;br /&gt;Ou de vez...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4797759972594959331</id><published>2008-05-11T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T15:51:16.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>rosas</title><content type='html'>o amor incondicional é uma flor que te faz respirar&lt;br /&gt;é uma arma que te faz disparar ante a ignorancia do odio&lt;br /&gt;do despeito e da mentira&lt;br /&gt;eu quero despertar-me como me derpertou a força rosa&lt;br /&gt;eu quero igualar-me e fundir-me os nossos coraçoes&lt;br /&gt;equilibrarmo-nos na mesma corda ate a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;sem medos de cair&lt;br /&gt;sem me alucinar com a auto-realizaçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apoiar os pes nas bases familiares&lt;br /&gt;ser um bebe no colo angelico&lt;br /&gt;e ser mais tua&lt;br /&gt;ser mais de todos&lt;br /&gt;sem depender de nenhum para levar rosas a todos os coraçoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho mais motivos para chorar, sou toda alegria sou um coraçao aberto para quem precise de ajuda, de conhecimento&lt;br /&gt;sou amizade e uma voz pronta a cantar alto o amor incondicional&lt;br /&gt;a descoberto do amor propria como pilar&lt;br /&gt;o salto dum tranpolim, tao bom...eu sou todos eu nao sou nenhum&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4797759972594959331?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4797759972594959331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4797759972594959331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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afundar-te&lt;br /&gt;e eu assisto a tudo e gelo por dentro&lt;br /&gt;tu entras na decadencia, sobras de fragilidade&lt;br /&gt;e eu aguento este grito que me sufoca:&lt;br /&gt;acccccccccccooooooooooooorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrddddddddddddddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou incapaz de ser incapaz, eu uso a forca das minhas entranhas para te salvar e para te amar sem te desgustar, amor.&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo...por ti&lt;br /&gt;Eu tenho medo da minha forca porque eu sei que o poder sem control e cruel&lt;br /&gt;e eu posso ser impiedosa&lt;br /&gt;eu ja fui cruel&lt;br /&gt;eu ja...te admirei&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-1623008374536100700?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/1623008374536100700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=1623008374536100700' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1623008374536100700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/1623008374536100700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/arranhao.html' title='arranhao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5592653189248160040</id><published>2008-04-09T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T14:08:29.801-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lisboa</title><content type='html'>As cores acizentadas das tuas ruas,&lt;br /&gt;o passeio de gente&lt;br /&gt;os seus olhares cruzadas pela rua Augusta&lt;br /&gt;E, o calor dos dias de Verao ou o cheiro a castanhas no Inverno&lt;br /&gt;traz-me saudades da minha terra-mae&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase que consigo sentir os meus passos&lt;br /&gt;pelas tuas artérias, Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E os bandos de jovens que se aglomeram à noite&lt;br /&gt;no bairro alto,&lt;br /&gt;alto e cheio de loucura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria visitar-te às escondidas,&lt;br /&gt;deliciar-me com a tua doce e melancólica beleza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O teu murmúrio fluente nas vozes fadistas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu ergues o teu colo onde se deitam os teus jovens vádios&lt;br /&gt;onde a inquietude é o sabor das noites,&lt;br /&gt;onde só um abraço pode acalmar a dor, intrometer-se na solidao&lt;br /&gt;onde só um beijo pode ser pacificador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, eu lembro-me de ti&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa, eu sou tua&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa e os seus poetas mortos,&lt;br /&gt;Querida cidade e os  seus talentos adormecidos ou convulsivos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5592653189248160040?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5592653189248160040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5592653189248160040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5592653189248160040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5592653189248160040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/04/lisboa.html' title='lisboa'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-4329445511957258788</id><published>2008-03-30T05:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T05:09:42.352-07:00</updated><title type='text'>manha</title><content type='html'>em luzes cinzentas acordei a tua cara,&lt;br /&gt;em palavras que repetem incessantemente,&lt;br /&gt;músicas que tocam na minha cabeça,&lt;br /&gt;e sons novos,cores gritantes vozes que acentuaçao desfamiliar&lt;br /&gt;permanece, luto por uma manha&lt;br /&gt;como esta&lt;br /&gt; melhor cada vez melhor&lt;br /&gt;em histeria de faz uma criaçao&lt;br /&gt;ao som de motos numa corrida em cima dos meus dedos&lt;br /&gt;é a confusao do despertar para novos espacos&lt;br /&gt;é a busca de um novo espaco meu em que me sinta em casa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-4329445511957258788?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/4329445511957258788/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=4329445511957258788' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4329445511957258788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/4329445511957258788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/manha.html' title='manha'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3783491687513805744</id><published>2008-03-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T04:28:37.811-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejeiçao</title><content type='html'>Nos graos de areia&lt;br /&gt;há uma viagem,&lt;br /&gt;no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;ainda há uma passagem&lt;br /&gt;para um nível mais profundo&lt;br /&gt;e, no irascível do ser há um mensagem de desprazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas pedras passa uma aragem de frustraçao&lt;br /&gt;e nada é suficiente&lt;br /&gt;na escavagem das entranhas&lt;br /&gt;nos estranhos contornos do ver subjectivo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De sujeito para sujeito&lt;br /&gt;eu finjo que desconheço os meandros da intençao&lt;br /&gt;vestindo o agir natural,&lt;br /&gt;comum e formal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os teus livros sao incapazes de me levar à surdez...&lt;br /&gt;Eu já deixei de te ouvir à muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;Na sentença do tempos meus  braços e as minhas pernas afogam-se num mar de memórias impotentes,&lt;br /&gt;de rescaldos cimentados em medidas desequilibradas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou neutra,&lt;br /&gt;translúcida de luz opaca&lt;br /&gt;e de brilho escuro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu agora nao sou nada!&lt;br /&gt;Imprescendível, tao insensível perspectiva escavada!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3783491687513805744?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3783491687513805744/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3783491687513805744' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3783491687513805744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3783491687513805744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/rejeiao.html' title='Rejeiçao'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-5667018763610748605</id><published>2008-03-15T04:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T04:24:44.021-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Limpeza</title><content type='html'>Limpando a mente depois de um dia longo no meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;onde sobreviver começa a ser a primordial prioridade&lt;br /&gt;Possibilidades, abstraçoes, necessidades...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verbalizar as vontades de uma sozinha solitária,&lt;br /&gt;deambulo nas minhas emoçoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou a recear a minha estadia nesta cidade do pecado, como todas as outras&lt;br /&gt;em que planei, mesmo apenas, através da imaginaçao...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tua longínqua voz soa-me aos ouvidos enquanto a recordaçao da tua imagem se impoe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tempo cronológico passa e esta inactividade consume-me os nervos!&lt;br /&gt;Este vinho aquece-me o corpo, só o corpo menos o coraçao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto tiver voz nao estou sozinha&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto estas maos conseguirem escrever, posso imprimir a minha alma num papel que só recebe, que só escuta&lt;br /&gt;Assim é agradável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fado da minha escolha, na liberdade do meu livre arbitrio, sou prisioneira&lt;br /&gt;Nao quero apaixonar-me pela minha dor&lt;br /&gt;mas ela existe, persiste e nao posso ignorá-la...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um filme me espera&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma subtil evasao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-5667018763610748605?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/5667018763610748605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=5667018763610748605' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5667018763610748605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/5667018763610748605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/limpeza.html' title='Limpeza'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6836755071145828415</id><published>2008-03-14T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T09:46:42.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grito de força</title><content type='html'>Rasgo o silêncio com gritos de guerra!&lt;br /&gt;E, brando aos céus por Justiça, sabendo que existe, algures...&lt;br /&gt;Volvo-me em revolta, raiva e inquietaçao,&lt;br /&gt;perfuro o chao com os meus passos másculos ante a nudez da casa que me escuta, contemplativa&lt;br /&gt;O céu está escuro e os sorrisos alheios escondem sentimentos desvirtuosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inadaptaçao?! Nao. Razao com efeito?! Sim!&lt;br /&gt;Estupefaçao, desprezo, nojo por toda a gente que me desiguala em qualidade. De valores na alma. A minha é saudável , livre,  selvagem. Nem as vossas articuladas tentativas sequer de se dissimularem podem esconder a vossa categoria!&lt;br /&gt;Visceralmente, cravo o punho na parede jurando fidelidade à Justiça, quase uma promessa de vingança, que dissipo em mim substituindo por uma necessária reposiçao de equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Nestas trevas modernas os fracos resistem e esperam a alvorada do seu dia de glória. Entretanto as serpentes engolem os coelhos, devagarinho....&lt;br /&gt;Do céu chovem foguetes. Da minha grandeza vive uma voz aflita, um grito de força.&lt;br /&gt;Logo hoje, que sou mais forte e fraca que nunca. Necessidades.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6836755071145828415?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6836755071145828415/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6836755071145828415' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6836755071145828415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6836755071145828415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/grito-de-fora.html' title='Grito de força'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-3424185719681154010</id><published>2008-03-12T04:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T05:07:55.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A falar com estranhos</title><content type='html'>Cheiro as vossas doencas num sorriso luminoso,&lt;br /&gt;espreito por um espaco seguro nessa alma&lt;br /&gt;quero recostar-me e afastar-me deste espaco virtual&lt;br /&gt;necessito do toque de um estranho&lt;br /&gt;a quem nao devo nada,&lt;br /&gt;e ser estrangeira desconhecedora dos seus misterios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ser alheia e trocar pedacos mentais de sabores colossais&lt;br /&gt;quero despreocupar-me com o estranho que tenho ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;quero esquecer que é humano&lt;br /&gt;quero dissimular a minha ridicula condicao humana e esconder-me nos bracos do&lt;br /&gt;estranho e sussurar-lhe ao ouvido&lt;br /&gt;Tenho medo! Preciso de protecao...&lt;br /&gt;O estranho apertar-me-ia contra o peito?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-3424185719681154010?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/3424185719681154010/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=3424185719681154010' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3424185719681154010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/3424185719681154010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/falar-com-estranhos.html' title='A falar com estranhos'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6592750607318496763</id><published>2008-03-09T06:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T06:15:47.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far away</title><content type='html'>Longe dos teus gritos, eu sou um silêncio forcado...&lt;br /&gt;Longe das tuas neuróticas manias, eu sou um rebucado chupado por mim mesma...&lt;br /&gt;Longe do meu sangue efervescente, das fotografias e dos espacos demasiado cheios&lt;br /&gt;sinto-me fria,&lt;br /&gt;está frio cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;e nos lacos das minhas veias evaporam-se as marcas dos teu punhos&lt;br /&gt;do meu rejeitado umbigo&lt;br /&gt;do nosso traco visceral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perto do meu destino - é somente o inicio do fim&lt;br /&gt;para mim,&lt;br /&gt;para ti?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6592750607318496763?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6592750607318496763/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6592750607318496763' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6592750607318496763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6592750607318496763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/03/far-away.html' title='Far away'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8825721254395567885.post-6851616551590972988</id><published>2008-02-28T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T04:00:03.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Entre</title><content type='html'>Entre as paredes da casa,&lt;br /&gt;Através de passos de silêncios&lt;br /&gt;Tu enches a casa de som: um som inquietante e quente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devagar o conjunto harmoniza-se e nos olhos dela eu vejo o brilho do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Inegualável!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que tinha esquecido definitavamente o calor que faz cá dentro quando sentimos amor de família e dos amigos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre sorrisos rasgados e portas abertas, olhares abafados por uma gargalhada que nos surpreende pela sua genuinidade, enfim recuperada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre ligações&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre ti, e mim, entre eles existem emoções.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8825721254395567885-6851616551590972988?l=pedpassos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/feeds/6851616551590972988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8825721254395567885&amp;postID=6851616551590972988' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6851616551590972988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8825721254395567885/posts/default/6851616551590972988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pedpassos.blogspot.com/2008/02/entre.html' title='Entre'/><author><name>Mystik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14874800770608644063</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_MA0BZJAAyNI/S38-2yUZ3MI/AAAAAAAAACA/HYme5UICQsk/S220/011.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
