<?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-35143322</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:16:08.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RicardoJorge</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>48</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116750907688794909</id><published>2006-12-30T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:04:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Num tão alto lugar, de tanto preço,&lt;br /&gt;este meu pensamento posto vejo,&lt;br /&gt;que desfalece nele inda o desejo,&lt;br /&gt;vendo quanto por mim o desmereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando esta tal baixesa em mim conheço,&lt;br /&gt;acho que cuidar nele é grão despejo,&lt;br /&gt;e que morrer por ele me é sobejo&lt;br /&gt;e mor bem para mim, do que mereço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais que natural merecimento&lt;br /&gt;de quem me causa um mal tão duro e forte,&lt;br /&gt;o faz que vá crecendo de hora em hora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não deixarei meu pensamento,&lt;br /&gt; porque inda que este mal me causa a morte,&lt;br /&gt;Un bel morir tutta la vita onora.Luis de Camões&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116750907688794909?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116750907688794909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116750907688794909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116750907688794909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116750907688794909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/12/num-to-alto-lugar-de-tanto-preo-este.html' title=''/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116750889971588703</id><published>2006-12-30T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-30T12:01:39.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VISÃO DA MORTE</title><content type='html'>Olhos voltados para mim e abertos&lt;br /&gt;Os braços brancos, os nervosos braços,&lt;br /&gt;Vens d'espaços estranhos, dos espaços&lt;br /&gt;Infinitos, intérminos, desertos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do teu perfil os tímidos, incertos&lt;br /&gt;Traços indefinidos, vagos traços&lt;br /&gt;Deixam, da luz nos ouros e nos aços,&lt;br /&gt;Outra luz de que os céus ficam cobertos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixam nos céus uma outra luz mortuária,&lt;br /&gt;Uma outra luz de lívidos martírios,&lt;br /&gt;De agonies, de mágoa funerária...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E causas febre e horror, frio, delírios,&lt;br /&gt;Ó Noiva do Sepulcro, solitária,&lt;br /&gt;Branca e sinistra no clarão dos círios!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116750889971588703?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116750889971588703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116750889971588703' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116750889971588703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116750889971588703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/12/viso-da-morte.html' title='VISÃO DA MORTE'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116266432506770765</id><published>2006-11-04T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:18:45.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais do que um sentimento</title><content type='html'>Amor é como flor que não padece;&lt;br /&gt;Céu que nunca escurece após o dia;&lt;br /&gt;Festa sem fim, criança que não cresce;&lt;br /&gt;"Eterno enquanto dura", alguém dizia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é sonho bom que permanece,&lt;br /&gt;No tempo que não passa, de alegria;&lt;br /&gt;É peito aberto, entregue numa prece,&lt;br /&gt;Como se nem soubesse da agonia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O corpo, de um amor, nem se defende;&lt;br /&gt;Rende-se à sensação. Neste momento,&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se o coração grande aposento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma folia louca, que se estende&lt;br /&gt;Num gesto apaixonado. Quando acende&lt;br /&gt;Tanta emoção, é mais que sentimento.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116266432506770765?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116266432506770765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116266432506770765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266432506770765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266432506770765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/11/mais-do-que-um-sentimento.html' title='Mais do que um sentimento'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116266408234377485</id><published>2006-11-04T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:14:42.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>V...</title><content type='html'>Vou te amar de manhã, a cada instante;&lt;br /&gt;Inda à tarde, é importante te adorar;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar toda a noite, inda adiante,&lt;br /&gt;Ante a chama incessante, sem parar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou te amar aqui, lá, prá frente, avante;&lt;br /&gt;Ínfimo ser, diante deste mar,&lt;br /&gt;Deste céu, deste ar, mundo gigante;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, vida relevante... Vou te amar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou, do raiar do dia ao sol se pôr,&lt;br /&gt;Impor ao coração uma mania:&lt;br /&gt;Viver com alegria, sem rancor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imune a qualquer dor que silencia,&lt;br /&gt;Deixar que a fantasia vire amor&lt;br /&gt;Ao sabor da existência, da poesia.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116266408234377485?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116266408234377485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116266408234377485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266408234377485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266408234377485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/11/v.html' title='V...'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116266394707043409</id><published>2006-11-04T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:12:27.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E por falar de amor...</title><content type='html'>Amor que brota à pele e que alucina,&lt;br /&gt;Por sensação divina ele responde,&lt;br /&gt;Amor é uma doutrina, não sei onde&lt;br /&gt;Começa, nem sei bem quando termina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amor é uma alegria que se ensina&lt;br /&gt;Ao ser amado, e se ele corresponde,&lt;br /&gt;Torna-se o amor sagrado, não se esconde&lt;br /&gt;Que a grande vida humana ele ilumina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Criaram até deusa prá esse amor,&lt;br /&gt;Muitos o desprezaram e, acredite,&lt;br /&gt;Culparam-no outros tantos: sacrilégio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, sei que ele sana tanta dor...&lt;br /&gt;Permita-me, magnífica Afrodite,&lt;br /&gt;Creio que amar é um grande privilégio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116266394707043409?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116266394707043409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116266394707043409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266394707043409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116266394707043409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/11/e-por-falar-de-amor.html' title='E por falar de amor...'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116266380800207354</id><published>2006-11-04T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T10:10:08.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A timidez</title><content type='html'>Cede-me o teu olhar, junto à tua tez;&lt;br /&gt;Aceita de uma vez o meu convite;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu tentar te abraçar, beijar, permite;&lt;br /&gt;Impede que te dite a timidez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os olhos rebaixados, a mudez,&lt;br /&gt;Prá insensatez de quem dores admite,&lt;br /&gt;Exceto não te ter. Deixa que grite&lt;br /&gt;Tua alma e, nela, acata tal nudez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser tímido é falar, mas não dizer;&lt;br /&gt;Querer, poder e crer, mas não fazer;&lt;br /&gt;Viver de um sentimento tão profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como o amor e guardá-lo - quieto - ao peito,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo sem parar, por um defeito,&lt;br /&gt;O pecado mais puro que há no mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116266380800207354?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116266380800207354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116266380800207354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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satisfaz&lt;br /&gt;Se só faltar amor, em tua estrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na vida, a cada dia mais comprada,&lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro faz saúde, gera paz.&lt;br /&gt;Mas coisa que dinheiro algum não traz,&lt;br /&gt;Deves considerar coisa sagrada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo, assim, que te invade, intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;Invertendo os valores do viver:&lt;br /&gt;Ter tudo, sem amor, é nada ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se tiveres nada e, de repente,&lt;br /&gt;Crescer um coração, na tua frente,&lt;br /&gt;De tão contente, tudo vais conter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116145319047647165?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116145319047647165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>Minha mente, solta, bate&lt;br /&gt;Nas paredes da cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Cada estrondo é pr’um abate&lt;br /&gt;Duma idéia que floresça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me espancando, os sons da rua.&lt;br /&gt;A janela, aberta, faz&lt;br /&gt;Com que o vento, em forma crua,&lt;br /&gt;Me alfinete o olhar por trás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se morrem as idéias&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos também são&lt;br /&gt;Torturados nas cadeias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelas mãos da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram dos meu sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Pesadelos tão medonhos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116145285356834593?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116145285356834593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Soneto ao Pai Herói</title><content type='html'>Pai! vou te contar um grande segredo:&lt;br /&gt;Lembrando-me de tudo o que dizias&lt;br /&gt;Sobre esta vida, morte, amor e medo,&lt;br /&gt;Fostes um grande sábio e não sabias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas razão, a vida é doce enredo.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, quando imito o que tu fazias,&lt;br /&gt;Em frente aos problemas, sempre ledo,&lt;br /&gt;Venço o triste, exaltando as alegrias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sabedoria dos teus exemplos,&lt;br /&gt;Repasso ao filho, que, agora, constrói&lt;br /&gt;A vida com belos ensinamentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que herdei de ti, e o tempo não destrói.&lt;br /&gt;E vou espalhar pelos quatro ventos:&lt;br /&gt;Pai! serás, sempre, meu super herói.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116145271797028829?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116145242528703824</id><published>2006-10-21T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:40:25.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ABRIR-SE AO AMOR</title><content type='html'>Quando o amor nos toca a alma profundamente,&lt;br /&gt;Abrindo, à nossa frente, mil e um caminhos,&lt;br /&gt;Inda que tenhamos sido sempre sozinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Adquire a vida um contorno diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como a mais bela rosa tem espinhos,&lt;br /&gt;Não há, ninguém, de ser feliz eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;Mas, uma vez, do amor, plantada a semente,&lt;br /&gt;Abrandam-se, desse mundo, os torvelinhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É certo que às vezes sofro - e quem não sofre?&lt;br /&gt;Não é, a vida, um lago dáguas serenas,&lt;br /&gt;Nem poupa o fado, nenhum, de suas agruras...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, não estará livre de amarguras&lt;br /&gt;Quem o coração tranca, às delícias plenas&lt;br /&gt;Do amor... abre-se, pois, a ele, este cofre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116145242528703824?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116145242528703824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116145242528703824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116145242528703824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116145242528703824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/abrir-se-ao-amor.html' title='ABRIR-SE 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É o bastante&lt;br /&gt;Prá ver valor na vida. Quem não vê&lt;br /&gt;Deve andar pelo mundo sem porquê.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sigo a dizer, então: Mais importante&lt;br /&gt;É passar pela vida, a cada instante,&lt;br /&gt;Antes que a vida passe por você.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116145222625913900?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116145222625913900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116145222625913900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116145222625913900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116145222625913900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/vida-passa.html' title='A vida passa'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116144927767879259</id><published>2006-10-21T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T10:08:18.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Solidão"</title><content type='html'>Estou só Senhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou sempre só de tudo o que me rodeia.&lt;br /&gt;Só no meio da multidão&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobretudo estou só&lt;br /&gt;do Mar que me dá vida &lt;br /&gt;do Sol que me dá calor&lt;br /&gt;Só! só da família que me criou&lt;br /&gt;Só! só do cheiro dos pinheiros e&lt;br /&gt;Dos eucaliptos&lt;br /&gt;Da maresia e&lt;br /&gt;Da terra lavrada&lt;br /&gt;Estou só Senhor&lt;br /&gt;Mas sobretudo estou sempre só&lt;br /&gt;Quando algo me faz o&lt;br /&gt;Coração chorar e a&lt;br /&gt;Alma se escurece&lt;br /&gt;Só! quando de pés e mãos atado&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo dar um passo&lt;br /&gt;Só! só nas grandes e pequenas caminhadas&lt;br /&gt;Nas grandes e pequenas decisões&lt;br /&gt;E até só! nas grandes e pequenas encruzilhadas&lt;br /&gt;Onde a vida e a morte se espreitam&lt;br /&gt;E onde tudo oque sou&lt;br /&gt;Está fente a frente&lt;br /&gt;Com aquilo que eu não sou.&lt;br /&gt;Onde o que eu posso ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sou realmente&lt;br /&gt;O que eu julgo ser&lt;br /&gt;O que eu sou visto ser&lt;br /&gt;Se encontram num só ser&lt;br /&gt;Dando-me este sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De imensa solidão&lt;br /&gt;Que até julgo sentir que&lt;br /&gt;De ti Senhor tambem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ESTOU SÓ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116144927767879259?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116144927767879259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116144927767879259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116144927767879259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116144927767879259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/solido.html' title='&quot;Solidão&quot;'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116144879155894656</id><published>2006-10-21T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T09:39:51.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As palavras sempre ficam</title><content type='html'>"Se me disseres que me amas, acreditarei.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se escreveres que me amas,&lt;br /&gt;acreditarei ainda mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se me falares da tua saudade, entenderei.&lt;br /&gt;Maas se escreveres sobre ela,&lt;br /&gt;eu a sentirei junto contigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se a tristeza vier a te consumir e me contares,&lt;br /&gt;eu saberei. Mas se a descreveres no papel,&lt;br /&gt;o seu peso será menor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e assim são as palavras escritas:&lt;br /&gt;possuem um magnetismo especial,&lt;br /&gt;libertam, acalentam, invocam emoções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas possuem a capacidade de,&lt;br /&gt;em poucos minutos, cruzar mares,&lt;br /&gt;saltar montanhas, atravessar&lt;br /&gt;desertos intocáveis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas vezes, infelizmente, perde-se o&lt;br /&gt;autor, mas a mensagem sobrevive ao&lt;br /&gt;tempo, atravessando&lt;br /&gt;séculos e gerações.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elas marcam um momento que será&lt;br /&gt;eternamente revivido&lt;br /&gt;por todos aqueles que a lerem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viva o amor com palavras faladas e escritas.&lt;br /&gt;Mate saudades, peça perdão, aproxime-se.&lt;br /&gt;Recupere o tempo perdido, insinue-se.&lt;br /&gt;Alegre alguém, ofereça um simples "bom dia".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça um carinho especial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a palavra a todo o instante,&lt;br /&gt;de todas as maneiras.&lt;br /&gt;Sua força é imensurável.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se sempre do poder das palavras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Quem  escreve constrói um castelo,&lt;br /&gt;e quem lê passa a habitá-lo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116144879155894656?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116144879155894656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116144879155894656' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116144879155894656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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festa e penso que tu vais ou disseste que vais&lt;br /&gt;não sei porque mas passo a noite com o pensamento em ti&lt;br /&gt;procuro-te por todo o lado e quando mais mal te vejo mais desejo tenho de te ver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mal fecho os olhos a noite começo a pensar em ti&lt;br /&gt;Cada noite que passa sonho mais contigo&lt;br /&gt;Uma delas então foi toda a noite&lt;br /&gt;Outra durmi tres horas mesmo assim sonhei mt contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguém me sabe dizer o ke é isto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando chego a um sitio onde sei ke tu estarás&lt;br /&gt;Meu coraçao so pensa numa coisa:&lt;br /&gt;onde estará?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada minuto ao falar contigo e uma alegria imensa&lt;br /&gt;São palavras que não quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;É uma vontade de quebrar esse gelo que existe&lt;br /&gt;e fazer voltar a alegria a vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto terá algum significado?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116135265216049492?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116135265216049492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116135265216049492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116135265216049492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116135265216049492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/que-ser-que-isto-significa.html' title='Que será que isto significa?'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116112768159304683</id><published>2006-10-17T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T16:28:01.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/1600/IMGP0832%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/320/IMGP0832%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116112768159304683?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116112768159304683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116112768159304683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116112768159304683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116112768159304683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/blog-post_17.html' title=''/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116083150730530675</id><published>2006-10-14T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-14T06:11:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cansa ser, sentir dói, pensar destruir.</title><content type='html'>Cansa ser, sentir dói, pensar destruir.&lt;br /&gt;Alheia a nós, em nós e fora,&lt;br /&gt;Rui a hora, e tudo nela rui.&lt;br /&gt;Inutilmente a alma o chora.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De que serve ? O que é que tem que servir ?&lt;br /&gt;Pálido esboço leve&lt;br /&gt;Do sol de inverno sobre meu leito a sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;Vago sussuro breve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das pequenas vozes com que a manhã acorda,&lt;br /&gt;Da fútil promessa do dia,&lt;br /&gt;Morta ao nascer, na 'sperança longínqua e absurda&lt;br /&gt;Em que a alma se fia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Fernando Pessoa)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116083150730530675?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116083150730530675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116083150730530675' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/320/images.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116061592105442341?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116061592105442341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116061592105442341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116061592105442341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116061592105442341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/um-belo-quadro-de-monet.html' title='UM BELO QUADRO DE MONET'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116061576854530955</id><published>2006-10-11T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:16:08.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao fim do Mundo</title><content type='html'>Vou alimentar a tua sede de querer&lt;br /&gt;Vou acicatar a tua fome de prazer&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou tocar lá no teu fundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechar o punho e pôr o sangue a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Vou cerrar os dentes e morder o teu saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar lá no teu fundo&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim só para quem dá&lt;br /&gt;E só assim faz com que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim e ao cabo do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Sou e só apenas uma gota de suor&lt;br /&gt;Sou um claro aceno quando rufa o tambor&lt;br /&gt;Sou o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;A contagem ao segundo&lt;br /&gt;És todo o tempo que me resta à liberdade&lt;br /&gt;És a minha luta que só fala com verdade&lt;br /&gt;És o fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;À entrada da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou teu&lt;br /&gt;Sou assim só para quem dá&lt;br /&gt;E só assim faz com que eu vá&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Ao fim e ao cabo do teu ser&lt;br /&gt;Vou fechar o punho e pôr o sangue a ferver&lt;br /&gt;Vou cerrar os dentes e morder o teu saber&lt;br /&gt;Vou ao fim do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vou gritar lá no teu fundo&lt;div 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Mundo'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116061563199143625</id><published>2006-10-11T18:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T18:13:51.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quem disse?- Luis Represas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://europe.toucanart.com/pt/products/28507/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que esta ausência te devia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou&lt;br /&gt;que esta denúncia se enganava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia era pior&lt;br /&gt;que outro dia&lt;br /&gt;Que à noite era melhor&lt;br /&gt;porque sonhava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que esta dor te pertencia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou que este amor&lt;br /&gt;me perturbava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que o longe era mais perto&lt;br /&gt;se fugias&lt;br /&gt;Que o dentro era mais longe&lt;br /&gt;porque estavas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que este ardor te evidência?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou que esta pena&lt;br /&gt;me cansava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que calar era pior&lt;br /&gt;se te despia&lt;br /&gt;Que gritar era pior&lt;br /&gt;se te largava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que esta paixão me curaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou&lt;br /&gt;que esta loucura me passava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que deixar-te era paz&lt;br /&gt;porque corria&lt;br /&gt;Que querer-te era mau&lt;br /&gt;porque te amava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que esta paixão te espantaria?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou&lt;br /&gt;que esta saudade me rasgava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo era diferente&lt;br /&gt;se te via&lt;br /&gt;Que o pior era saber&lt;br /&gt;que aqui não estavas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem disse&lt;br /&gt;que esta ternura te devia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem pensou que este saber&lt;br /&gt;se enganava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neste langor crescente&lt;br /&gt;que crescia&lt;br /&gt;Neste entender de nós&lt;br /&gt;que cintilava?&lt;a href="http://europe.toucanart.com/pt/products/28507/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116061563199143625?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116061563199143625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116061563199143625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far across the distance&lt;br /&gt;And spaces between us&lt;br /&gt;You have come to show you go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near, far, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on&lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door&lt;br /&gt;And you're here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love can touch us one time&lt;br /&gt;And last for a lifetime&lt;br /&gt;And never let go till we're one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love was when I loved you&lt;br /&gt;One true time I hold to&lt;br /&gt;In my life we'll always go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near, far, wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;I believe that the heart does go on&lt;br /&gt;Once more you open the door&lt;br /&gt;And you're here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is some love that will not go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're here, there's nothing I fear,&lt;br /&gt;And I know that my heart will go on&lt;br /&gt;We'll stay forever this way&lt;br /&gt;You are safe in my heart&lt;br /&gt;And my heart will go on and on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116061492866020634?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116061492866020634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116061492866020634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116061492866020634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116061492866020634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-heart-will-go-on.html' title='My heart will go on'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116061457092908141</id><published>2006-10-11T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T17:56:10.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celine Dion - Because You Loved Me</title><content type='html'>For all those times you stood by me&lt;br /&gt;For all the truth that you made me see&lt;br /&gt;For all the joy you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;For all the wrong that you made right&lt;br /&gt;For every dream you made come true&lt;br /&gt;For all the love I found in you&lt;br /&gt;I'll be forever thankful baby&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who held me up&lt;br /&gt;Never let me fall&lt;br /&gt;You're the one who saw me through through it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave me wings and made me fly&lt;br /&gt;You touched my hand I could touch the sky&lt;br /&gt;I lost my faith, you gave it back to me&lt;br /&gt;You said no star was out of reach&lt;br /&gt;You stood by me and I stood tall&lt;br /&gt;I had your love I had it all&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful for each day you gave me&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know that much&lt;br /&gt;But I know this much is true&lt;br /&gt;I was blessed because I was loved by you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith cause you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were always there for me&lt;br /&gt;The tender wind that carried me&lt;br /&gt;A light in the dark shining your love into my life&lt;br /&gt;You've been my inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Through the lies you were the truth&lt;br /&gt;My world is a better place because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my strength when I was weak&lt;br /&gt;You were my voice when I couldn't speak&lt;br /&gt;You were my eyes when I couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;You saw the best there was in me&lt;br /&gt;Lifted me up when I couldn't reach&lt;br /&gt;You gave me faith 'coz you believed&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything I am&lt;br /&gt;Because you loved me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Me'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116058740981078859</id><published>2006-10-11T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T10:23:29.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AMAR</title><content type='html'>AMAR  é a coisa mais linda ke pode haver...&lt;br /&gt;é o nao se aceitar nem se compreender um nao&lt;br /&gt;é o ver um sorrriso na cara e ficar contente&lt;br /&gt;é o ficar radiante com um simples olhar ou um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;é o so se kerer estar com a pessoa amada&lt;br /&gt;é o nao aceitar um nao para um convite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAR é o sentir ke ja nao se ve a pessoa amada qd se viu a ultima vez a umas horas&lt;br /&gt;é o só  se sentir bem a ver a pessoa&lt;br /&gt;é o um simples bom dia ou ola ou um beijo bastar para animar a pessoa&lt;br /&gt;é o nao compreender certas atitudes&lt;br /&gt;é o nao aceitar qd a outra pessoa diz que nao ama reciprucamente&lt;br /&gt;e tenta-a conquistar em vez de desistir do seu amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMAR é a coisa mais bela ke existe&lt;br /&gt;é o andar na lua só com um sorriso, uma mensagem, um bom dia, um olhar&lt;br /&gt;é um simples olhar ou um beijo bastar para a pessoa se sentir bem&lt;br /&gt;é o cada dia sem ver a pessoa amada pensar ke passou um mês&lt;br /&gt;é o nao kerer perceber o mundo td a volta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXO KE ISTO É AMAR&lt;br /&gt;e e isto ke sinto por ti...&lt;br /&gt;embora possas nao acreditar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116058740981078859?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/1600/IMGP0820%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/320/IMGP0820%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116005596190740756?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116005596190740756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116005596190740756' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005596190740756'/><link rel='self' 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title=''/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116005576380981930</id><published>2006-10-05T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:42:43.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/nccSIAkE_LA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/nccSIAkE_LA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116005576380981930?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116005573127747481</id><published>2006-10-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:42:11.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faço por nâo pensar</title><content type='html'>Faço para não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tento acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Que é passado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dou por mim a relembrar&lt;br /&gt;Momentos que passamos&lt;br /&gt;Eu e tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;Tu conseguiste&lt;br /&gt;Marcaste-me com o teu jeito&lt;br /&gt;O Tempo passa&lt;br /&gt;E o que me faz querer voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pôr o orgulho p’ra traz&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu quero é voltar&lt;br /&gt;Pôr de parte as coisas más e amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finjo não estar nem ai&lt;br /&gt;Mas lá no fundo sou doido por ti&lt;br /&gt;A vida corre, não espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a minha imagem nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;É o reflexo do amor&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a minha imagem nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrão:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faço para não pensar&lt;br /&gt;Tento acreditar que é passado&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116005573127747481?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116005573127747481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116005573127747481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005573127747481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005573127747481'/><link rel='alternate' 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Morder como quem beija!&lt;br /&gt;É ser mendigo e dar como quem seja&lt;br /&gt;Rei do Reino de Áquem e de Além Dor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter de mil desejos o esplendor&lt;br /&gt;E não saber sequer que se deseja!&lt;br /&gt;É ter cá dentro um astro que flameja,&lt;br /&gt;É ter garras e asas de condor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É ter fome, é ter sede de Infinito!&lt;br /&gt;Por elmo, as manhãs de oiro e de cetim...&lt;br /&gt;É condensar o mundo num só grito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é amar-te, assim, perdidamente...&lt;br /&gt;É seres alma, e sangue, e vida em mim&lt;br /&gt;E dizê-lo cantando a toda a gente!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116005553261221078?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116005553261221078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116005553261221078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005553261221078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005553261221078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/ser-poeta.html' title='Ser poeta'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-116005532096399120</id><published>2006-10-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T06:35:20.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feitiço</title><content type='html'>Eu gostava de olhar para ti&lt;br /&gt;E dizer-te que és uma luz&lt;br /&gt;Que me acende a noite&lt;br /&gt;me guia de dia e seduz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava de ser como tu&lt;br /&gt;Não ter asas e poder voar&lt;br /&gt;ter o céu como fundo&lt;br /&gt;ir ao fim do mundo e voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Foi feitiço!&lt;br /&gt;O que é que me deu?&lt;br /&gt;para gostar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;de alguém como tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu gostava que olhasses&lt;br /&gt;para mim&lt;br /&gt;E sentisses que sou o teu mar&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhasses sem medo&lt;br /&gt;Um olhar em segredo&lt;br /&gt;Só para eu te abraçar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Foi feitiço!&lt;br /&gt;O que é que me deu?&lt;br /&gt;para gostar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;de alguém como tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O primeiro impulso é sempre o mais justo&lt;br /&gt;É + verdadeiro&lt;br /&gt;E o primeiro susto&lt;br /&gt;Dá voltas e voltas&lt;br /&gt;Na volta redonda de um beijo profundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Eu... Eu não sei o que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Foi feitiço!&lt;br /&gt;O que é que me deu?&lt;br /&gt;para gostar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;de alguém como tu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não sei o que me aconteceu&lt;br /&gt;Foi feitiço!&lt;br /&gt;O que é que me deu?&lt;br /&gt;para gostar tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;de alguém como tu&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-116005532096399120?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/116005532096399120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=116005532096399120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/116005532096399120'/><link rel='self' 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dias.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;És melhor do que tu.  &lt;br /&gt;Não digas nada: sê!  &lt;br /&gt;Graça do corpo nu  &lt;br /&gt;Que invisível se vê.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115987355344751441?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115987355344751441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115987355344751441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115987355344751441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115987355344751441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;The franchise, doin big bid'ness, I live this&lt;br /&gt;It's automatic I win this - oh you hear those horns, you finished&lt;br /&gt;A soldier, and I stay under you fightin&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm stormin on you chumps like I'm thunder and lightning&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no way you breakin me kid, I'm harder than nails&lt;br /&gt;Plus I keep it on lock, like I'm part of the jail&lt;br /&gt;I'm slaughterin stale, competition, I got the whole block wishin&lt;br /&gt;they could run with my division but they gone fishin -&lt;br /&gt;- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight&lt;br /&gt;I got my soul straight, I brush your mouth like Colgate&lt;br /&gt;In any weather I'm never better your boy's so hot&lt;br /&gt;you'll never catch me in the next man's sweater&lt;br /&gt;If they hate, let 'em hate, I drop ya whole clan&lt;br /&gt;Lay yo' ass DOWN for the three second TAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Tha Trademarc]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, uhh&lt;br /&gt;It's gon' be what it's gon' be&lt;br /&gt;Five pounds of courage buddy, bass tint pants with a gold T&lt;br /&gt;Uhh - it's a war dance and victory step&lt;br /&gt;A raw stance is a gift, when you insist it's my rep&lt;br /&gt;John Cena, Trademarc, y'all are so-so&lt;br /&gt;And talk about the bread you make but don't know the recipe for&lt;br /&gt;dough though&lt;br /&gt;Aimin guns in all your photos, that's a no-no&lt;br /&gt;When this pop, you'll liplock, your big talk's a blatant no-show&lt;br /&gt;See what happens when the ice age melt&lt;br /&gt;You see monetary status is not what matters, but it helps&lt;br /&gt;I rock a timepiece by Benny if any&lt;br /&gt;The same reason y'all could love me is the same reason y'all&lt;br /&gt;condemn me&lt;br /&gt;A man's measured by the way that he thinks&lt;br /&gt;Not clothing lines, ice links, leather and minks&lt;br /&gt;I spent 20 plus years seekin knowledge of self&lt;br /&gt;So for now Marc Predka's livin live for wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] - repeat 2X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115987348460668259?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115987348460668259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115987348460668259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115987348460668259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115987348460668259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-time-is-now.html' title='My time is now'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115987268224888967</id><published>2006-10-03T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:51:22.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Houve dias em que mim se invadia a inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Era como um sopro estranho...e acontecia&lt;br /&gt;Sentava-me em frente do meu diário&lt;br /&gt;Ditando para ele&lt;br /&gt;As minhas alegrias e tristezas&lt;br /&gt;As minhas conquistas e derrotas&lt;br /&gt;Ditava estas palavras para alguém as ler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora passado estes anos todos&lt;br /&gt;Releio as palavras que disse,&lt;br /&gt;Declarei, questionei e gritei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao ler as palavras que escrevi lembrei me daquele dia&lt;br /&gt;Em que nós nos reencontramos eu disse – te:&lt;br /&gt;"Podemos esquecer as palavras q dissemos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Podemos esquecer os gestos q fizemos um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Podemos esquecer olhares q trocamos&lt;br /&gt;Mas não esquecemos as pessoas&lt;br /&gt;Que nos fizeram ver a vida c outros olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Outras palavras e outros gestos"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noutra página lembrei me quando&lt;br /&gt;Brigaste com a tua melhor amiga de infância&lt;br /&gt;Devido a nossa relação:&lt;br /&gt;“Chorar não leva a lado nenhum&lt;br /&gt;Criticar leva todo lado menos a aquele que nós queremos&lt;br /&gt;Não vale a pena gritar a quem não nos ouve&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa q vale e sermos únicos na nossa maneira de ser”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas como tudo não rosas relembrei aquele dia fatídico&lt;br /&gt;Em que nós terminamos tudo e escrevi o que me disseste&lt;br /&gt;“Quando pensamos que temos tudo na realidade não temos nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto houver amizade as pessoas ainda vão sorrindo&lt;br /&gt;Não estejas com quem desejas mas com quem te quer”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nesse dia em que relia o meu diário&lt;br /&gt;Li, reflecti e percebi que:&lt;br /&gt;A lembrança de um momento é a recordação de uma vida &lt;br /&gt;Desilusão de um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento de um dia&lt;br /&gt;Arrependimento sem duração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115987268224888967?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115987268224888967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115987268224888967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de te ignorar e de dizer que não gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho saudades de me esforçar para não te amar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades de fugir de ti,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ter consciência que cada vez me aproximo mais,&lt;br /&gt;Que cada vez te amo mais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto a mim, deixo apenas este pensamento:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorri por tudo e por nada!&lt;br /&gt;Sorri sempre que queiras e que não queiras!&lt;br /&gt;Sorri mesmo que ninguém te veja!&lt;br /&gt;Sorri por ti e para ti!&lt;br /&gt;Sorri por sorrir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Descobre que a vida te retribui com outro sorriso!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115987202095515300?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115987202095515300/comments/default' 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type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/1600/IMGP0623%20(Large).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6762/3904/320/IMGP0623%20%28Large%29.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965855696936592?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965855696936592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965855696936592' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965855696936592'/><link rel='self' 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tired of breathing&lt;br /&gt;Tired of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tired of looking at the past for meaning&lt;br /&gt;Tired of running&lt;br /&gt;Tired of searching&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not tired of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Losing everything&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't face&lt;br /&gt;Hope is on the run&lt;br /&gt;It's something I can't fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me up and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of breathing&lt;br /&gt;Tired of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tired of looking at the past for meaning&lt;br /&gt;Tired of running&lt;br /&gt;Tired of searching&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not tired of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel a change&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind if it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;You're the only thing that's pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me up and don't let go&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of breathing&lt;br /&gt;Tired of feeling&lt;br /&gt;Tired of looking at the past for meaning&lt;br /&gt;Tired of running&lt;br /&gt;Tired of searching&lt;br /&gt;Tired of trying&lt;br /&gt;But i'm not tired of you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965818139755301?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965818139755301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965818139755301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965818139755301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965818139755301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/tired-of-you.html' title='Tired of You'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965796934576704</id><published>2006-09-30T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:12:49.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Misunderstood"</title><content type='html'>Bon Jovi - Misunderstood - May. 20, 2006 at 05:17 AM&lt;br /&gt;Should I? Could I?&lt;br /&gt;Have said the wrong things right a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;If I could just rewind, I see it in my mind&lt;br /&gt;If I could turn back time, you'd still be mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried, I died&lt;br /&gt;I should have shut my mouth, things headed south&lt;br /&gt;As the words slipped off my tongue, they sounded dumb&lt;br /&gt;If this old heart could talk, it'd say you're the one&lt;br /&gt;I'm wasting time when I think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have drove all night, I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, Did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could I? Should I?&lt;br /&gt;Apologize for sleeping on the couch that night&lt;br /&gt;Staying out too late with all my friends&lt;br /&gt;You found me passed out in the yard again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cried, I tried&lt;br /&gt;To stretch the truth, but didn't lie&lt;br /&gt;It's not so bad when you think about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have drove all night, I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Intentions good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's you and I, just think about it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should have drove all night&lt;br /&gt;I would have run all the lights&lt;br /&gt;I was misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;I 'm hanging outside your door&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stumbled like my words, did the best I could&lt;br /&gt;Damn, misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;Intentions good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965796934576704?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965796934576704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965796934576704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965796934576704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965796934576704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/misunderstood.html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965745267660110</id><published>2006-09-30T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T16:04:12.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deepest Blue- Give it Away</title><content type='html'>I never return to love somebody&lt;br /&gt;Now all that I need is all I see in you&lt;br /&gt;And only you&lt;br /&gt;And if you get lost I'll always find you&lt;br /&gt;You're all that I need your heart will keep you true&lt;br /&gt;My only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;You want it all but it's too deep&lt;br /&gt;And I can't give it away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you slowly close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We play the moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;Just give it away&lt;br /&gt;Just give it away&lt;br /&gt;When you slowly close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We play the moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;Just give it away&lt;br /&gt;Just give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever forget to tell somebody&lt;br /&gt;The feelings inside to make your dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I dream of you&lt;br /&gt;To feel so alive and want somebody&lt;br /&gt;It's not make believe my world would be for you&lt;br /&gt;And only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me fall and I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;You want it all but it's too deep&lt;br /&gt;And I can't give it away&lt;br /&gt;I just can't give it away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you slowly close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We play the moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and give it away&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out and give it away&lt;br /&gt;When you slowly close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We play the moment in your life&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in and give it away&lt;br /&gt;Breathe out and give it away!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965745267660110?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965745267660110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965745267660110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965745267660110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965745267660110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/deepest-blue-give-it-away.html' title='Deepest Blue- Give it Away'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965703840301901</id><published>2006-09-30T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:57:18.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Di-rect - Don`t kill me tonight</title><content type='html'>"When Im on the loss&lt;br /&gt;It is you whos shining through and through again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever the rain comes down, the sun turns gray&lt;br /&gt;When I needed you, you were always there&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to you, really nothing can compare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel what I feel, know what I know&lt;br /&gt;Even through the darkest night&lt;br /&gt; Youll see what I see&lt;br /&gt;Theres a reason to believe in you and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die if you let me&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont kill me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold on to me, girl?&lt;br /&gt;And love me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Im feeling blue&lt;br /&gt;It is you whos reaching out for me again&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need you wings to fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel what I feel, hear what I hear&lt;br /&gt;Even trough the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;Youll sleep when I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Theres a reason to believe in faith cause&lt;br /&gt;Heaven sent me you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die if you let me&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont kill me tonight&lt;br /&gt;Would you hold on to me, girl?&lt;br /&gt;And love me tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Love me tomorrow again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you need me, I will be near&lt;br /&gt;Another thousand miles, I will be there&lt;br /&gt;I will hear you, I will se through&lt;br /&gt;Even through the darkness Ill be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would die if you let me&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Baby dont kill me tonight&lt;br /&gt;And so I wrote you these words down&lt;br /&gt;For you to remember&lt;br /&gt;For you to remember why&lt;br /&gt;I love you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965703840301901?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965703840301901/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965703840301901' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965703840301901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965703840301901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/di-rect-dont-kill-me-tonight.html' title='Di-rect - Don`t kill me tonight'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965637576123160</id><published>2006-09-30T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:46:15.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jota Quest</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu preciso te encontrar de qualquer jeito&lt;br /&gt;Nem que seja só te levar pra casa&lt;br /&gt;Depois de um dia normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhar teus olhos de promessas f?&lt;br /&gt;E te beijar a boca de um jeito que te faz...que te faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu preciso te abraçar&gt;Sentir teu cheiro de roupa limpa&lt;br /&gt;Pra esquecer os meus anseios&lt;br /&gt;E dormir em paz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu preciso ouvir qualquer palavra tua&lt;br /&gt;Qualquer frase exagerada que me faça sentir alegria, em estar vivo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu preciso tomar um cafe quando você tirar&lt;br /&gt;Me dizendo que eu sou o causador da tua inspiração&lt;br /&gt;Que eu falo errado&lt;br /&gt;sempre...sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje preciso de você qualquer humor com qualquer sorriso&lt;br /&gt; Hoje só presença me deixar feliz, só...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu preciso ouvir qualquer palavra tua &lt;br /&gt;Qualquer frase exagerada que me faça sentir alegria, em estar vivo &lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu preciso tomar um café quando você tirar&lt;br /&gt;Me dizendo que eu sou o causador da tua inspiração Que eu faço errado&lt;br /&gt;sempre...sempre....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje preciso de você qualquer humor, com qualquer sorriso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje só presença me deixar feliz, só...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965637576123160?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965637576123160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965637576123160' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965637576123160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965637576123160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/jota-quest.html' title='Jota Quest'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965562022538035</id><published>2006-09-30T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:33:40.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>nao me envergonho de nada da mha vida..nao me julguem pois eu so vivo a minha vida...insultam-me falam mal de mim......mas sabem la vcs kem sou eu? e a pessoa com quem smp tive no meu cora??o tb nao ? capaz de me defender entao for?a...tou farto disso tudo como me pude iludir tanto? entre pessoas k gxtavam de mim (ou pensava k gxtavam) vejo inveja, maldade....fikem por ai kem perde sao vcs....um amigo verdadeiro mesmo.... vou procurar as razoes para ser feliz em mim proprio e garanto-o que o serei pk eu sou sincero e honesto e pessoas assim smp vecem, nao as pessoas k tem maldade... e garanto-o que serei feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anastacia - left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to bring a fairy tale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay I don't feel safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left broken empty in despair&lt;br /&gt;Wanna breath can't find air&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;But you and me never had love&lt;br /&gt;So much more I have to say&lt;br /&gt;Help me find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;How it really feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold out here&lt;br /&gt;Well maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt;Just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay I don't feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you play me like a game?&lt;br /&gt;Always someone else to blame&lt;br /&gt;Careless, helpless little woman&lt;br /&gt;Someday you might understand&lt;br /&gt;There's not much more to say&lt;br /&gt;But I hope you find a way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;How it really feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;When it's cold out here&lt;br /&gt; Well maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt;Just how it feels&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt;For you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt;Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay I don't feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder if you know&lt;br /&gt;How it really feels&lt;br /&gt; To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt; When it's cold out here&lt;br /&gt; Well maybe you should know&lt;br /&gt; Just how it feels&lt;br /&gt; To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;To be left outside alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I've been waiting&lt;br /&gt; For you to bring a fairytale my way&lt;br /&gt; Been living in a fantasy without meaning&lt;br /&gt;It's not okay I don't feel safe&lt;br /&gt;I need to pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965562022538035?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965562022538035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965562022538035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965562022538035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965562022538035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/nao-me-envergonho-de-nada-da-mha-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965515969538815</id><published>2006-09-30T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:25:59.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Por causa de ti</title><content type='html'>por causa de ti rio-me mais....&lt;br /&gt;por causa de ti sinto-me bem...&lt;br /&gt;por causa de ti ja chegava a sair mais cedo de casa pa te apanhar no elevador....&lt;br /&gt;por causa de ti...sou parvo pk n m controlo....&lt;br /&gt;por causa de ti sou km sou......&lt;br /&gt;por causa de ti acabava kom o meu hi5 pa n teres esses ciumes :P (ou nao =P) lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mas sabes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se n fosse fosse por causa de ti, o que seria de tudo atao?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965515969538815?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965515969538815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965515969538815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965515969538815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965515969538815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/por-causa-de-ti.html' title='Por causa de ti'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965499781943767</id><published>2006-09-30T15:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:23:17.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finalmente percebi</title><content type='html'>finalmente percebi....e foram precisos 21 anos de 364 dias para perceber....k se perdem batalhas e nao guerras...k se perdem alegrias e tristezas e nao vidas...k se destroem ilusoes e se criam novos sonhos....HJ finalmente percebi...k nao sou mais duk uma simples pexoa na vastidao do mundo que procura ser feliz e k encontra onbstaculos...uns mais dolorosos k outros.... mas fikar trsite? ja olhamos realmente para akilo k temos? so nos preokupamos kom uk de superfulo nos falta....nnk vimos kem tem menos k nos..so vemos kem tem mais....seres ingratos k somos...em parte estou desiludido por ser assim...as vezes sou assim... outras vezes apetece-me ser a pessoa mais altruista do mundo....afinal ja n m percebo.... sei k n devia levar tao a serio as koisas da vida...pois afinal sou ainda tao novo...talvez um dia as koisas mudem...talvez um dia eu proprio mude....talvez so precise agr de deixar as koisas andar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965499781943767?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965499781943767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965499781943767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965499781943767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965499781943767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/finalmente-percebi.html' title='Finalmente percebi'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115965489662249878</id><published>2006-09-30T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T15:21:36.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um dia...</title><content type='html'>um dia foste feliz, e no outro a seguir triste...pensaste que as coisas ja nao batiam certo mas noutro dia tiveste esperan?.tanto acreditaste que um dia desiludiste-te.....mas no dia apareceu alguem...tentaste aceitar a verdade que afinal era mentira e noutro dia tiveste uma recaida....no dia a seguir sentiste-te capaz de fazer tudo e umas horas mais tarde nao podias fazer nada..... num dia, numa hora, num minuto ou num segundo foste rei e mendigo ao mesmo tempo.... por isso o que esta para acontecer akontece e so podemos viver, tentando lutar kontra a mar?lo k nao keremos k nos akonteca e talvez um dia uk realmente akontece ?ealmente keremos.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35143322-115965489662249878?l=ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/feeds/115965489662249878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35143322&amp;postID=115965489662249878' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965489662249878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35143322/posts/default/115965489662249878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ricardojorge-kinas.blogspot.com/2006/09/um-dia.html' title='Um dia...'/><author><name>RicardoJorge</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12924236212529374224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35143322.post-115949558382619491</id><published>2006-09-28T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T19:06:23.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>E acordei um dia...iamgina cm deve ser a sensaçao</title><content type='html'>E acordei um dia, Fechado do mundo, Agora ja nada temia, Foi algo profundo...&lt;br /&gt;Um simples gesto, Um simples olhar.. Foi so isso que bastou, Para desta prisao me libertar.&lt;br /&gt;Olhando bem foi tudo e nada, Que algo bom e mau ela me despertou. De rompante fiquei numa alegria inesperada, Que nem sei como e porque comecou..&lt;br /&gt;Mas a verdade e' que nasceu, E eu estou mais feliz mas vulneravel.. De se esconder meu coracao ja se esqueceu, Mas a sensacao de medo e' quase incuravel..&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos ate te ter, Ate te poder tocar, Ate te poder sentir, Ate te poder abracar..&lt;br /&gt;Medo, receio? Antes nao era assim.. Antes gostava de acreditar, De logo e depressa me atirar, E hoje nao percebo porque me fixei em ti!&lt;br /&gt;Sem motivo aparente, Apenas pelo teu exterior, Senti algo efervescente, Mas nao tanto como amor..&lt;br /&gt;Sera possivel? Podera ser verdade? Pensava que so nos filmes e' que isto acontecia, Ficar fixado a primeira vista e a segunda ja com saudade..&lt;br /&gt;Mas aconteceu e nao posso negar tal realidade!!&lt;br /&gt;Que fazer agora? Perdido de nao saber! Medo de nao querer arriscar, Desconfiado de ja tanto sofrer, Mas ao mesmo tempo ter vontade de se apaixonar!&lt;br /&gt;O que quero? O que preciso? Cansado de procurar! Oh, e nao foste tu naquela noite me encontrar?! E isso te fez especial, Querer-te mais do que e' normal..&lt;br /&gt;Ficar vidrado num olhar.. Sem saber, ainda sem sentir, Mas ao mesmo tempo dessa sensacao gostar E nao a querer deixar fugir..&lt;br /&gt;Estar perto de quem se quer.. Ter alguem por quem se lutar... Isto conseguiste-me fazer ver, Nisto fizeste-me acreditar..&lt;br /&gt;E hoje fico aqui, So assim pensando, vagueando! 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