<?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-623329967720042587</id><updated>2011-10-03T09:53:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoy the silence!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>52</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5446994172590591455</id><published>2011-02-04T13:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-04T13:55:55.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>-&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;Pode ser, mas. Suponhamos. Eu já vivi isso. E se realmente gostarem? Se o toque do outro de repente for bom? Bom, a palavra é essa. Se o outro for bom para você. Se te der vontade de viver. Se o cheiro de suor do outro também for bom. Se todos os cheiros do corpo do outro forem bons. O pé, no fim do dia. A boca, de manhã cedo. Bons, normais, comuns. Coisa de gente. Cheiros íntimos, secretos. Ninguém mais saberia deles se não enfiasse o nariz lá dentro, à língua lá dentro, bem dentro, no fundo das carnes, no meio dos cheiros. E se tudo isso que você acha nojento for exatamente o que chamam de amor? Quando você chega no mais íntimo. No tão íntimo, mas tão íntimo que de repente a palavra nojo não tem mais sentido (...)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5446994172590591455?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5446994172590591455/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5446994172590591455' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5446994172590591455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5446994172590591455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2011/02/ser-mas.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-8584917635855417967</id><published>2011-02-01T14:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-01T14:51:02.322-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #6e7173; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 15px;"&gt;im, eu quero alguém que me olhe em pleno domingo a tarde no maior tédio e diga que tá ótimo porque está ao meu lado, eu quero alguém que olhe nos meus olhos quando diga eu te amo e que me faça sentir isso, quero alguém que reconheça meus sinais, que valorize eles, quero alguém que me respeite e me aceite exatamente por eu ser quem sou, quero alguém que se dê ao respeito e que tenha carater, alguém que ande de cabeça erguida por ser quem é, quero alguém que me chame de minha na frente dos outros e que seja verdadeiro não como uma brincadeira entre amigos, quero alguém que me abrace em pleno verão em um calor absurdo e que seja porque ele quer. Quero alguém que me ache única e não uma opção, porque infelizmente é isso que as pessoas vêem hoje em dia, quero alguém que faça isso porque se sente bem comigo e não porque é o que quero, quero ser o que ele quer por amá-lo o bastante pra isso, e espero que ele faça o mesmo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-8584917635855417967?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8584917635855417967/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=8584917635855417967' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8584917635855417967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8584917635855417967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2011/02/s-im-eu-quero-alguem-que-me-olhe-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5863830344196590897</id><published>2011-01-12T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T15:26:44.161-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;O meu gostar&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 17px;"&gt;por você chegou a ser amor, pois se eu me comovia vendo você, pois se eu acordava no meio da noite só pra ver você dormindo, meu Deus...como você me doía! De vez em quando eu vou ficar esperando você numa tarde cinzenta de inverno, bem no meio duma praça, então os meus braços não vão ser suficientes para abraçar você e a minha voz vai querer dizer tanta, mas tanta coisa que eu vou ficar calado um tempo enorme...só olhando você, sem dizer nada só olhando e pensando: Meu Deus, mas como você me dói de vez em quando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;C&lt;u&gt;aio F&lt;/u&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5863830344196590897?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5863830344196590897/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5863830344196590897' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5863830344196590897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5863830344196590897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/o-meu-gostar-por-voce-chegou-ser-amor.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2757141760716282800</id><published>2011-01-05T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T13:34:31.269-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>É,final de ano foi bom não posso me queixar.Afinal passei dias perfeitinhos ao lado de quem eu amo estar.Natal em família,casa do namorado,parentes e tal.Ano novo amigos e namorado.HAHA seeeempre né?!A virada poderia ter sido melhor,mas só o fato de começar o ano junto de ti já é maravilhoso.&lt;br /&gt;Well,2011 começou normal:TRABALHANDO¬¬,enquanto todos estão na praia u.u .Não curto muito verão,prefiro sentir um friozinho,mas amo caminhar na praia a noite,ouvir o som do mar,cheiro de praia,até fazer aqueles tererês no cabelo eu acho legal.Mas não vai dar,falta de grana e outros planos aí...Quem sabe mais tarde né?&lt;br /&gt;Não vou contar todos os meus planos aqui,pois acredito que não dá sorte,rsrs.Então,quando eu tiver realizado nem que seja metade deles,virei aqui contar.&lt;br /&gt;^.^&lt;br /&gt;um beijo,bom 2011 à todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2757141760716282800?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2757141760716282800/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2757141760716282800' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2757141760716282800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2757141760716282800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2011/01/efinal-de-ano-foi-bom-nao-posso-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-3603985314418824642</id><published>2010-11-15T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:20:30.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sempre há coisas que precisam ser ditas,mas o silêncio também&amp;nbsp; pode nos dizer muitas coisas.Sou imensamente grata todos os dias por você estar na minha vida,fazendo parte dos meus dias.Ah como sou grata por isso.NADA substitui a maravilhosa sensação de estar ao seu lado,poder te fazer sorrir,lhe dar meu amor,te abraçar,te ver todos os dias,nem que seja por um breve momento.Enfim,viver com você.Pois é tão bom me sentir sua e saber que você também é meu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Às vezes tenho vontade de lhe dizer tantas coisas quando olho para você.Mas aí eu te abraço,te sinto perto de mim,te sinto meu e isso faz com que isso seja maior do que qualquer palavra que possa ser dita.EU TE AMO,simples assim.Seu abraço é meu porto seguro é onde eu não penso em mais nada a não ser em você,em nós.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Sei que não somos totalmente perfeitos,mas eu nunca pensei que poderia encontrar um amor assim tão perfeito como o nosso está sendo nesse tempo todo.E sabe,eu não sinto falta de nada quando eu estou com você.Por que tudo o que eu preciso está ali,está em você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Eu te amo tanto que me dói de vez em quando e eu não posso evitar.Mas sabe,ter você supera qualquer coisa que possa me aflingir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;É isso.Você é tudo pra mim,de verdade mesmo.Obrigada por todos os momentos,todos os abraços que por sinal são os melhores do mundo,pelos sorrisos mais bonitos,pelas palavras doces e pela paciência que tens comigo.Sei que muitas vezes não sou fácil. (rs)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Que nosso amor seja sempre assim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Te amo demais,você é tudo o que eu preciso!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-3603985314418824642?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3603985314418824642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=3603985314418824642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3603985314418824642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3603985314418824642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/11/sempre-ha-coisas-que-precisam-ser.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1536934525476948748</id><published>2010-09-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T09:56:47.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, helvetica, verdana, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;Não importa, hoje eu te amarei até meu ultimo suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;Que este seja longo e quente, que deixe turvo o ar.&lt;br /&gt;E como minhas lembranças, que tudo fique guardado.&lt;br /&gt;Para mais límpida memória do que vivi por ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha vida, que teu rosto angelical seria capaz de ferir.&lt;br /&gt;O poder que tens é o bastante para me reduzir ao nada&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração desprotegido em tuas mãos busca um lar&lt;br /&gt;E só tua alma saberá a força para estas mãos fechar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E fechará!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1536934525476948748?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1536934525476948748/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1536934525476948748' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1536934525476948748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1536934525476948748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/09/nao-importa-hoje-eu-te-amarei-ate-meu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5305650871265751918</id><published>2010-09-06T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T11:15:57.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Quando você ama alguém nada mais importa, seus olhos não conseguem se desviar daquela pessoa, a sua boca não quer saber de tocar nada que não seja aquela pele, aqueles lábios. Quando você ama você não consegue dormir pensando nela, muito menos falando com ela. Quando é recíproco de verdade você responde as mensagens e o mais rápido que você pode por que você não vê a hora de ter o&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;feedback&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. E com ela o assunto nunca acaba, e você faz o possível pra não magoá-la e demonstra que ela é mais importante do que qualquer pessoa no mundo, por que se você a amar é exatamente isso o que ela será! E você reconhecerá toda vez que ela fizer algo por você, não importa se for só uma foto ridícula que ela tirou pra você ou se ela passar por cima de todos pra te proteger. Você valoriza as atitudes, os sacrifícios, o carinho. E se não é assim não se iluda, ela é só mais uma pra você!Me&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;desculpe, mas só palavras não significam nada se não vierem acompanhadas por demonstrações. Não importa de que tipo sejam, só um telefonema de bom dia, um bilhete de saudade ou um convite qualquer.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5305650871265751918?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5305650871265751918/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5305650871265751918' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5305650871265751918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5305650871265751918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/09/voce-ama-alguem-nada-mais-importa-seus.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4136891215219260067</id><published>2010-07-26T22:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:30:00.251-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;''É preciso estar distraído e não esperando absolutamente nada. Não há nada a ser esperado. Nem desesperado."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4136891215219260067?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4136891215219260067/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4136891215219260067' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4136891215219260067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4136891215219260067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/07/e-preciso-estar-distraido-e-nao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-8454964488354162021</id><published>2010-07-26T22:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:20:08.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frágil – você tem tanta vontade de chorar, tanta vontade de ir embora. Para que o protejam, para que sintam falta. Tanta vontade de viajar para bem longe, romper todos os laços, sem deixar endereço. Um dia mandará um cartão-postal de algum lugar improvável. Bali, Madagascar, Sumatra. Escreverá: penso em você. Deve ser bonito, mesmo melancólico, alguém que se foi pensar em você num lugar improvável como esse. Você se comove com o que não acontece, você sente frio e medo. Parado atrás da vidraça, olhando a chuva que, aos poucos começa a passar.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-8454964488354162021?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8454964488354162021/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=8454964488354162021' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8454964488354162021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8454964488354162021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/07/fragil-voce-tem-tanta-vontade-de-chorar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-3919050985435068438</id><published>2010-07-26T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T22:11:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;“Todos os dias o ciclo se repete, às vezes com mais rapidez, outras mais lentamente. E eu me pergunto se viver não será essa espécie de ciranda de sentimentos que se sucedem e se sucedem e deixam sempre sede no fim."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-3919050985435068438?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3919050985435068438/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=3919050985435068438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3919050985435068438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3919050985435068438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/07/todos-os-dias-o-ciclo-se-repete-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-6393923150135066128</id><published>2010-07-26T21:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:54:56.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #3d85c6; font-size: 130%;"&gt;Fico tão cansada às vezes, e digo para  mim mesma que está errado, que não é assim, que não é este o tempo, que  não é este o lugar, que não é esta a vida. (...)então eu não sentia  nada, podia fazer as coisas mais audaciosas sem sentir nada, bastava  estar atenta como estes gerânios, você acha que um gerânio sente alguma  coisa? quero dizer, um gerânio está sempre tão ocupado em ser um gerânio  e deve ter tanta certeza de ser um gerânio que não lhe sobra tempo para  nenhuma outra dúvida...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-6393923150135066128?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6393923150135066128/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=6393923150135066128' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6393923150135066128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6393923150135066128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/07/fico-tao-cansada-as-vezes-e-digo-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5675514843041462983</id><published>2010-06-27T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T20:37:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;h1 style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Pessoas da alma...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/h1&gt;&lt;span style="color: #274e13; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;São elas muito mais ligadas a alma do que às coisas materiais e fúteis.  Preferem ver o sorriso sincero de quem ama a ganhar a bolsa da moda.  Preferem parques a shoppings. Preferem sentir o cheiro das plantas ao  dessa poluição da vida caótica das pessoas. Preferem caminhar. Preferem  ajudar. Preferem amar. Preferem sentir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5675514843041462983?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5675514843041462983/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5675514843041462983' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5675514843041462983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5675514843041462983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/06/pessoas-da-alma.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2196239121905218523</id><published>2010-06-03T23:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T23:00:17.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Muita gente precisa ler isso&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que é amor? A palma de sua mão fica suada, seu coração acelera, e  sua voz fica presa no peito? - isso não é amor, é gostar. Você não  consegue manter seus olhos ou suas mãos longe dessa pessoa, estou certo?  - isso não é amor, é desejo. Você esta orgulhoso, ansioso para  mostrá-la? - isso não é amor, é orgulho. Você gosta dela porque você  sabe que ela está lá? - isso não é amor, é solidão. Você está lá porque é  o que todo mundo quer? - isso não é amor, é lealdade. Você está lá  porque ela te beijou, ou segurou sua mão? - isso não é amor, é  insegurança. Você continua com ela por causa de suas confissões de amor,  porque você não quer machucá-la? - isso não é amor, é piedade. Você  continua a pertencer a ela porque vê-la faz seu coração pular? - isso  não é amor, é paixão. Você perdoa os erros dela porque você se importa  com ela? - isso não é amor, é amizade. Você diz pra ela todos os dias  que ela é a unica pessoa em quem você pensa? - isso não é amor, é  mentira. Você daria todas as suas coisas favoritas em consideração por  ela? - isso não é amor, é caridade. Seu coração quebra e dói quando ela  está triste? - então é amor. Os olhos dela veêm seu verdadeiro coração e  tocam sua alma tão profundamente que dói? - então é amor. Você continua  com ela porque uma cegante, incompreensível mistura de dor e conexão  puxa você pra perto e te segura lá? - então é amor. Você aceita os erros  dela porque são parte de quem ela é? - então é amor. Você se sente  atraído à outros, mas continua com ela fielmente e sem se arrepender? -  então é amor. Você daria a ela seu coração, sua vida, sua morte?&lt;br /&gt;Pense  nisso por um segundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2196239121905218523?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2196239121905218523/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2196239121905218523' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2196239121905218523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2196239121905218523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/06/muita-gente-precisa-ler-isso-o-que-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4441305617416423310</id><published>2010-05-26T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T09:03:19.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #666666;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;''I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and not discover when I came to die that I had not lived.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4441305617416423310?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4441305617416423310/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4441305617416423310' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4441305617416423310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4441305617416423310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-went-to-woods-because-i-wished-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5179457154889108012</id><published>2010-05-25T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:07:04.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/S_y6fQ5xzYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8EgFTFbBbOY/s1600/coffee-and-cigarettes1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/S_y6fQ5xzYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8EgFTFbBbOY/s320/coffee-and-cigarettes1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5179457154889108012?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5179457154889108012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5179457154889108012' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5179457154889108012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5179457154889108012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/S_y6fQ5xzYI/AAAAAAAAAQE/8EgFTFbBbOY/s72-c/coffee-and-cigarettes1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-8785462822827589645</id><published>2010-05-25T23:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T23:03:55.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: #666666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;E&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;nquanto o correr da água me distrai na imensidão de um rio frio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Meu  peito destrói migalhas de um amor passado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Um amor há muito tempo  esquecido, adormecido, silenciado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Assim como me perdi entre o  doce sabor da luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Perdi-me dentro de meu próprio ego&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Como uma  roleta de sentimentos vazios&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Desejos insaciáveis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Ignorante do  próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Busquei a perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Que sempre se tornava imperfeita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Inalcançável&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Perdida  num mar de egoísmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Corrompida pela luxúria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;Sinto o vento  cortante, frio, mórbido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E em mim a solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;De um homem que um dia  queria tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #666666;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;E em uma noite terminou sem nad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #666666;"&gt;a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-8785462822827589645?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/8785462822827589645/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=8785462822827589645' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8785462822827589645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/8785462822827589645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/05/e-nquanto-o-correr-da-agua-me-distrai.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-385733302919159875</id><published>2010-02-11T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T15:17:33.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #0b5394; font-family: Times, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif; font-size: small;"&gt;"Concedo que a maioria das pessoas é capaz de comprar ou alugar uma casa moderna dotada de todo conforto. Ao passo que a civilização vem melhorando nossas casas, não vem aperfeiçoando na mesma medida os homens que vão habitá-las. Tem criado palácios, mas criar nobres e reis não tem sido fácil."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Henry Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;Livro: Walden or life in the woods&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;(A vida nos Bosques)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: #9fc5e8;"&gt;pg:37&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-385733302919159875?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/385733302919159875/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=385733302919159875' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/385733302919159875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/385733302919159875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/02/concedo-que-maioria-das-pessoas-e-capaz.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4221071340962186005</id><published>2010-02-07T20:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T20:28:56.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Á alguém que nunca esquecerei...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'm from where the magic is&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you what I cannot take away with me&lt;br /&gt;And the sunlit day and moon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a silent kiss, I wanna make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking how... can't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;You come from where the fire is, you give me what you couldn't burn the last time&lt;br /&gt;One sunless day and moon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be so close to you, see whatever scars you carry within your broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;Mine's your missing heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Come with me, where the magic is, there's more than light we could share&lt;br /&gt;We could join the sun and moon if you want to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be my lifeline for this lifetime, suffer and pleasure forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see how the walls around your heart will fall apart..&lt;br /&gt;Stop resisting, let the light in, suffer and pleasure forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;... for this one lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Let me take you where the magic is, back in time,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the light, of the cold December moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I wanna have a silent kiss , I wanna make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking you can't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me somehow&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me somehow&lt;br /&gt;Come with me where the magic is, there is more than light we can share&lt;br /&gt;We could own the sun and moon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Be my lifeline for this lifetime, suffer and pleasure forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to see how the walls around your heart will fall apart..&lt;br /&gt;Stop resisting, let the light in, suffer and pleasure forever and ever... for this one lifetime&lt;br /&gt;Be my lifeline for this lifetime, suffer and pleasure forever and ever&lt;br /&gt;Stop resisting let the light in... oh oh... for this one lifetime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am feeling your face in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm hearing you breathe in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I am tasting your lips in the dark&lt;br /&gt;I'm holding you close in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I'll take you where the magic is&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you everything I own, we can love her?&lt;br /&gt;You can have my broken midnight moon&lt;br /&gt;If you give me your broken heart&lt;br /&gt;And I will give you something real and golden&lt;br /&gt;We can make this life the finest art?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I come from where the magic is&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you what I could take away with me&lt;br /&gt;And a sunlit day and moon&lt;br /&gt;I wanna have a silent kiss I wanna make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking you can't leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;I am feeling your face in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  I'm hearing you breathe in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  I am tasting your lips in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;  I'm holding you close in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4221071340962186005?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4221071340962186005/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4221071340962186005' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4221071340962186005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4221071340962186005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2010/02/alguem-que-nunca-esquecerei.html' title='Á alguém que nunca esquecerei...'/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-8932976583231656690</id><published>2010-01-19T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T18:26:36.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: #666666; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Porque quando eu jurei&lt;br /&gt;Meu amor eu traí a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Que ninguém nesse mundo&lt;br /&gt;É feliz tendo amado uma vez&lt;br /&gt;Uma vez!”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-8932976583231656690?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1400860889387295507</id><published>2009-12-24T19:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:00:30.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;"Eu só confio nas pessoas loucas, aquelas que são loucas pra viver, loucas para falar, loucas para serem salvas, desejosas de tudo ao mesmo tempo, que nunca bocejam ou dizem uma coisa corriqueira, mas queimam, queimam, queimam, como fabulosas velas amarelas romanas explodindo como aranhas através das estrelas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1400860889387295507?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1400860889387295507/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1400860889387295507' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1400860889387295507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1400860889387295507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-so-confio-nas-pessoas-loucas-aquelas_24.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-3672567080832785620</id><published>2009-12-24T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T18:58:54.027-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"Eu só confio nas pessoas loucas, aquelas que são loucas pra viver, loucas para falar, loucas para serem salvas, desejosas de tudo ao mesmo tempo, que nunca bocejam ou dizem uma coisa corriqueira, mas queimam, queimam, queimam, como fabulosas velas amarelas romanas explodindo como aranhas através das estrelas."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;- Jack Kerouac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-3672567080832785620?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3672567080832785620/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=3672567080832785620' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3672567080832785620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3672567080832785620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/12/eu-so-confio-nas-pessoas-loucas-aquelas.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1603739696596299440</id><published>2009-12-10T18:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T18:41:26.494-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;"Falas de amor, e eu ouço tudo e calo.O amor na humanidade é uma mentira.É. E é por isso que na minha lira de amores fúteis poucas vezes falo." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Augusto dos Anjos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1603739696596299440?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1603739696596299440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1603739696596299440' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1603739696596299440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1603739696596299440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/12/falas-de-amor-e-eu-ouco-tudo-e-calo.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-6433606053868234443</id><published>2009-11-28T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-28T19:14:27.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SxHm3IdZWDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/asG8Oo5HyUw/s1600/arew+you+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SxHm3IdZWDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/asG8Oo5HyUw/s320/arew+you+there.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409358462286649394" 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/623329967720042587-6433606053868234443?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6433606053868234443/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=6433606053868234443' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6433606053868234443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6433606053868234443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SxHm3IdZWDI/AAAAAAAAAPI/asG8Oo5HyUw/s72-c/arew+you+there.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2230332680172546458</id><published>2009-11-18T20:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T20:32:00.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Olhando fundo em seus olhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Não há lugar melhor para esconder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Quando estou assustado, quando estou fraco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Você pode me ajudar antes de eu sangrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Você pode me ajudar a esquecer a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Que eu sinto profundamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me deixe derramar estas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Me deixe estar apenas com você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Você é meu salvador novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Você é meu anjo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; Nós amamos este tipo de amor imortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Isto é tudo que eu acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Você é o único que eu acredito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Eu acredito em nosso amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt; E eu sempre acreditarei...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2230332680172546458?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2230332680172546458/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2230332680172546458' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2230332680172546458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2230332680172546458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/11/olhando-fundo-em-seus-olhos-nao-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1302981995162464179</id><published>2009-10-23T20:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T21:08:28.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Talvez a história já tenha acabado há algum tempo,e eu estou lutando sem ter porquê.Talvez a vida tenha pregado peças novas e eu ainda nem olhei para o lado a ponto de viver isso realmente,continuo presa ao passado,eu sei bem disso,eu sei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;    Estou ficando para trás,mas de qualquer forma,isso me faz sentir bem,pois estou tentando viver o que desejo,ora,isso não é permitido agora.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(51, 0, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;     Os sonhos estão virando poeira,precisando de uma mão amiga,será mesmo que eu quero viver essa vida?Preciso de asas para voar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1302981995162464179?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1302981995162464179/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1302981995162464179' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1302981995162464179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1302981995162464179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/talvez-historia-ja-tenha-acabado-ha.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4401212371340167992</id><published>2009-10-21T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T19:16:26.998-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Septembers begun with a goodbye to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;The pictures you put in my head brought tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Behind my icy hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Come closer; breathe my name and nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;We are mere whisperings of a heartfelt elegy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;So when I scream for you, do not answer me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;When I beg you to hold me, just walk away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4401212371340167992?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4401212371340167992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4401212371340167992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4401212371340167992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4401212371340167992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/septembers-begun-with-goodbye-to-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-172164335776664720</id><published>2009-10-21T14:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T14:34:35.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Em sonos inquietos eu tento encontrar a boa forma de sustentar as esperanças e encontrar a felicidade para mim e para você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-172164335776664720?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/172164335776664720/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=172164335776664720' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/172164335776664720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/172164335776664720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/em-sonos-inquietos-eu-tento-encontrar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2154712839268716944</id><published>2009-10-19T22:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T22:01:45.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;''O peso da realidade parece ter descido de meus ombros e ter ido dar uma volta pelas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;ruas gélidas e escuras desse inverno.Sonhos não pesam,sonhos elevam.Se a realidade me traz para baixo,aliás,se a realidade me apresenta o fundo do poço ,os sonhos me mostram como voltar à superfície.''&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2154712839268716944?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2154712839268716944/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2154712839268716944' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2154712839268716944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2154712839268716944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/o-peso-da-realidade-parece-ter-descido.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2428680393392594326</id><published>2009-10-01T21:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:27:46.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;How many times can I pass this by?&lt;br /&gt; On and on regardless&lt;br /&gt; How many times must I gratify?&lt;br /&gt; On and on regardless&lt;br /&gt; How many times must I have this trial?&lt;br /&gt; On and on in darkness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: verdana; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's the question of life&lt;br /&gt; It's a quest for a sign&lt;br /&gt; A side you'll never know&lt;br /&gt; It's a question of life&lt;br /&gt; It's a quest for a sign&lt;br /&gt; A side you'll never know...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2428680393392594326?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2428680393392594326/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2428680393392594326' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2428680393392594326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2428680393392594326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-many-times-can-i-pass-this-by-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-3547945128184176855</id><published>2009-10-01T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T21:04:38.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;SEJA IDIOTA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;” A idiotice é vital para a felicidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Gente chata essa que quer ser séria, profunda e visceral sempre. Putz! A vida já é um caos, por que fazermos dela, ainda por cima, um tratado? Deixe a seriedade para as horas em que ela é inevitável: mortes, separações, dores e afins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;No dia-a-dia, pelo amor de Deus, seja idiota! Ria dos próprios defeitos. E de quem acha defeitos em você. Ignore o que o boçal do seu chefe disse. Pense assim: quem tem que carregar aquela cara feia, todos os dias, inseparavelmente, é ele. Pobre dele.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Milhares de casamentos acabaram-se não pela falta de amor, dinheiro, sexo, sincronia, mas pela ausência de idiotice. Trate seu amor como seu melhor amigo, e pronto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Quem disse que é bom dividirmos a vida com alguém que tem conselho pra tudo,soluções sensatas, mas não consegue rir quando tropeça?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;hahahahahahahahaha!…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Alguém que sabe resolver uma crise familiar, mas não tem a menor idéia de como preencher as horas livres de um fim de semana? Quanto tempo faz que você não vai ao cinema?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;É bem comum gente que fica perdida quando se acabam os problemas. E daí,o que elas farão se já não têm por que se desesperar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Desaprenderam a brincar. Eu não quero alguém assim comigo. Você quer? Espero que não.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Tudo que é mais difícil é mais gostoso, mas… a realidade já é dura; piora se for densa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dura, densa, e bem ruim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Brincar é legal. Entendeu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Esqueça o que te falaram sobre ser adulto, tudo aquilo de não brincar com comida, não falar besteira, não ser imaturo, não chorar, não andar descalço,não tomar chuva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Pule corda!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Adultos podem (e devem) contar piadas, passear no parque, rir alto e lamber a tampa do iogurte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Ser adulto não é perder os prazeres da vida – e esse é o único “não” realmente aceitável.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Teste a teoria. Uma semaninha, para começar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Veja e sinta as coisas como se elas fossem o que realmente são:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;passageiras. Acorde de manhã e decida entre duas coisas: ficar de mau humor e transmitir isso adiante ou sorrir…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bom mesmo é ter problema na cabeça, sorriso na boca e paz no coração!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A vida é uma peça de teatro que não permite ensaios. Por isso cante, chore,dance e viva intensamente antes que a cortina se feche! “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Texto de autoria de &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Arnaldo Jabour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-3547945128184176855?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3547945128184176855/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=3547945128184176855' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3547945128184176855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3547945128184176855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/10/seja-idiota-idiotice-e-vital-para.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-7231519927963368228</id><published>2009-09-25T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T21:42:25.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: verdana; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Não espere perder para dar o seu devido valor,aquilo que hoje você tem é mais precioso que o que poderá ter no seu amanhã.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-7231519927963368228?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/7231519927963368228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=7231519927963368228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7231519927963368228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7231519927963368228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/09/nao-espere-perder-para-dar-o-seu-devido.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4132490814140369600</id><published>2009-08-28T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T20:44:13.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;Ninguém nunca irá entender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu preferi brincar com roupas velhas a descer no escorregador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu ficava feliz sem motivo ao invés de reclamar da vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu preferi ficar em casa a ir naquela festa badalada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu chorei naquela tarde vazia, enquanto tantos estavam sorrindo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu escolhi o inteligente ao invés do bonito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Por que eu dei mais valor à qualidade do que à quantidade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Ninguém nunca vai entender ... e também não quero que entenda.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;A graça da vida é ser uma incógnita que todos tentam desvendar, mas nenhum consegue&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4132490814140369600?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4132490814140369600/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4132490814140369600' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4132490814140369600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4132490814140369600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/ninguem-nunca-ira-entender-por-que-eu.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-6415070699266050746</id><published>2009-08-25T15:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T15:55:31.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Juventude Clichê&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Sem nada na cabeça além de luzes no cabelo e bonézinho Von Dutch. Só acham o que as amigas acham, só leram Código da Vinci e Harry Potter. Se emocionaram com Um Amor Pra Recordar e riram assistindo As Branquelas. Consideram Madonna música antiga e amam RBD. Malhação? Programa obrigatório pra não faltar assunto na hora do lanche. Balada? Psy e Trance. Fim de semana? Shopping. Literatura? Algum trecho de uma poesia de Fernando Pessoa tirado do msn ou fotolog de alguém.&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo são seres pretensiosos, barraquentos, filosóficos e sem nenhum pensamento interessante a passar pros outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que as pessoas querem ser assim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-6415070699266050746?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6415070699266050746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=6415070699266050746' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6415070699266050746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6415070699266050746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/juventude-cliche-sem-nada-na-cabeca.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5971516180770830621</id><published>2009-08-18T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T21:48:42.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);" &gt;Faça uma lista de grandes amigos,&lt;br /&gt;quem você mais via há dez anos atrás...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos você ainda vê todo dia ?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos você já não encontra mais?&lt;br /&gt;Faça uma lista dos sonhos que tinha...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos você desistiu de sonhar?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos amores jurados pra sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos você conseguiu preservar?&lt;br /&gt;Onde você ainda se reconhece,&lt;br /&gt;na foto passada ou no espelho de agora?&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é do jeito que achou que seria?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos amigos você jogou fora...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos mistérios que você sondava,&lt;br /&gt;quantos você conseguiu entender?&lt;br /&gt;Quantos defeitos sanados com o tempo,&lt;br /&gt;era o melhor que havia em você?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas mentiras você condenava,&lt;br /&gt;quantas você teve que cometer ?&lt;br /&gt;Quantas canções que você não cantava,&lt;br /&gt;hoje assobia pra sobreviver ...&lt;br /&gt;Quantos segredos que você guardava,&lt;br /&gt;hoje são bobos ninguém quer saber ...&lt;br /&gt;Quantas pessoas que você amava,&lt;br /&gt;hoje acredita que amam você?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Oswaldo Montenegro&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5971516180770830621?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5971516180770830621/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5971516180770830621' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5971516180770830621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5971516180770830621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/faca-uma-lista-de-grandes-amigos-quem.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-6000502148989465541</id><published>2009-08-14T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T21:35:29.832-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;O amor deve fazer viver e não nos matar aos poucos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se for assim, é melhor matar o amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-6000502148989465541?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6000502148989465541/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=6000502148989465541' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6000502148989465541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6000502148989465541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-amor-deve-fazer-viver-e-nao-nos-matar.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2447735900383236391</id><published>2009-08-12T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:20:11.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SoOTgnWjVbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZHq4RLbM3Yg/s1600-h/corvos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 225px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SoOTgnWjVbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZHq4RLbM3Yg/s320/corvos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369297369284433330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;...E quando nós nos abraçávamos firmemente,&lt;br /&gt; E a partir disto então nós fecharemos nossos olhos outra vez,&lt;br /&gt; E espero que nosso amor não perca sua paixão em uma triste canção.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt; Há um segredo que nosso amor, demasiado novo, não pode alcançar.&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amo&lt;br /&gt; Dentro de uma tristeza profunda agora nós dois estamos,&lt;br /&gt; E assim nunca começaremos uma paixão e&lt;br /&gt; Iremos nos machucar apenas,&lt;br /&gt; Sonhando uma vida de amor à dois.&lt;br /&gt; Quantas vezes você ouviu "eu te amo",&lt;br /&gt; E você não pode viver sem este amor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2447735900383236391?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2447735900383236391/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2447735900383236391' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2447735900383236391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2447735900383236391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SoOTgnWjVbI/AAAAAAAAAMw/ZHq4RLbM3Yg/s72-c/corvos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-6211649936177657986</id><published>2009-08-12T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-12T21:10:17.435-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Corra através da floresta, em um dia quente de verão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Tente quebrar paredes com entorpecimento e dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;De-me a liberdade para destruir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;De-me o meu brinquedo radioativo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Prove a água do córrego da morte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Coma a maçã e espirre um último suspiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Sinta o sol que queima a sua pele branca&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Deite-se em um buraco, informe o seu parente mais próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Corra através de um cemitério em dia de Inverno poeirento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Cuspa a sujeira fora e tente dizer alguma coisa ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-6211649936177657986?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/6211649936177657986/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=6211649936177657986' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6211649936177657986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/6211649936177657986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/08/corra-atraves-da-floresta-em-um-dia.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-4472990178839568442</id><published>2009-06-11T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:49:33.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Enjoy the silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-4472990178839568442?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/4472990178839568442/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=4472990178839568442' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4472990178839568442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/4472990178839568442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/06/enjoy-silence.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-7415813200959667060</id><published>2009-06-11T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:37:40.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The first time that we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The feelings you gave to me - I'll never forget&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I knew from that moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When our love first began&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We'd last till the end of time forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And though there were bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We stood by each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And did what we had to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You live in my heart - when you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see you in dreams - where I hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm with you forever in true love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By light of the day - and stars above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Andwhen there were bad times&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We held on each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To face what we had to get through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You live in my heart - when you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see you in dreams - where I hear you say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Look up to heaven - and I'll be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still guiding your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Still saying our prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dedicado à algúem que eu nunca esqueci...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-7415813200959667060?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/7415813200959667060/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=7415813200959667060' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7415813200959667060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7415813200959667060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-can-remember-first-time-that-we-met.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-339669702655789306</id><published>2009-05-19T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T21:09:05.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I am the&lt;/span&gt; bloody&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; earth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-339669702655789306?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/339669702655789306/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=339669702655789306' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/339669702655789306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/339669702655789306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-am-bloody-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1320079798214366088</id><published>2009-05-18T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:07:42.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Your lips shine like Paris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mon amour a toi toujours ma chérie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But your tears bring a little London for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Berlin can never be as cold as you reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, would you dance with me into the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than the stars above you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the loving feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give me the moment that the world won't need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ce soir, tu es moi, ma chérie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;But your fears ain't no strangers for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Morning can never be so cold as you leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Baby, would you dance with me into the night?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than the stars above you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the loving feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance with me into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than the stars above you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the loving feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance with me into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than the stars above you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the loving feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance with me into the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;To the serious moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Brighter than the stars above you shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And the loving feels alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1320079798214366088?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1320079798214366088/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1320079798214366088' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1320079798214366088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1320079798214366088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/05/your-lips-shine-like-paris-mon-amour.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-92469072246321104</id><published>2009-05-17T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:08:44.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;      Lembre-se de sempre dizer o que você sente. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;      Se você ama alguém, diga. Não tenha medo de se expressar. Diga a alguém o que ele significa para você. Porque quando você decide que é a hora certa, pode ser tarde demais. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102); font-style: italic;"&gt;:D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-92469072246321104?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/92469072246321104/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=92469072246321104' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/92469072246321104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/92469072246321104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/05/lembre-se-de-sempre-dizer-o-que-voce.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-984268452301113627</id><published>2009-05-10T21:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:24:47.338-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Eu me sinto infeliz &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu me sinto tão triste &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu perdi a melhor amiga &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu tinha &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ela era minha mulher &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu a amei tanto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas agora é tarde demais &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu tenho que deixá-la ir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu estou passando por mudanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu estou passando por mudanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nós compartilhamos a noite &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nós compartilhamos cada dia &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Apaixonados, juntos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Nós encontramos um caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas logo o mundo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Teve o seu mau caminho &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Meu coração foi encoberto &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; O amor foi para o caminho errado &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu estou passando por mudanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu estou passando por mudanças &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Levou um certo tempo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Para perceber &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu ainda posso ouvir &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Suas últimas palavras de despedida &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Agora todos os meus dias &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Estão cheios de lágrimas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Desejaria poder voltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; E mudar estes anos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-984268452301113627?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/984268452301113627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=984268452301113627' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/984268452301113627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/984268452301113627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/05/eu-me-sinto-infeliz-eu-me-sinto-tao.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2772291959877037019</id><published>2009-04-26T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T21:10:29.900-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/SfTBm8phe8I/AAAAAAAAAI8/m--91WZZKXA/s1600-h/arew+you+there.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2772291959877037019?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2772291959877037019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2772291959877037019' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2772291959877037019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2772291959877037019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/queria-poder-me-deitar-sobre.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-606415855700463696</id><published>2009-04-21T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:41:19.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Escrever é a arte de sujar a folha em branco com o sentimento."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-606415855700463696?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/606415855700463696/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=606415855700463696' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/606415855700463696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/606415855700463696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/escrever-e-arte-de-sujar-folha-em.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-5718554943407638654</id><published>2009-04-17T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:40:12.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Onde você está esta noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Flor silvestre no céu estrelado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Ainda encantada em seu vôo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Obsessões choram por liberdade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Uma palavra sem tempo, os significados mudaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Mas eu ainda estou queimando em suas chamas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; incessante, máscara brilhante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Descomprometido, o amor fracamente acendido nao teve o mesmo gosto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Eu quero saber se você alguma vez quis saber o mesmo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; E eu ainda quero... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-5718554943407638654?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/5718554943407638654/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=5718554943407638654' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5718554943407638654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/5718554943407638654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/onde-voce-esta-esta-noite-flor.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1489707630276946331</id><published>2009-04-09T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T09:22:05.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Para onde foram todas as cores da vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1489707630276946331?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1489707630276946331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1489707630276946331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1489707630276946331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/1489707630276946331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/para-onde-foram-todas-as-cores-da-vida.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-2490714422580960879</id><published>2009-04-03T20:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T20:38:51.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When you feel the darkness calling out your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't try to fight the power surge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Don't you laugh, for this is not a game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Your powerless, don't resist the urge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; So many balck hearts answering the call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Legions of the musically possessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Congregations joining in our free-for-all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Unleashing all the rage they've repressed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;Come to us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Succumb to lust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Giving in to our ministry of sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; You know the drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Do as you will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Dance like the demons of the din&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; All will yearn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; For our nocturne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; The dawning of our cult is at hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Come and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; We know the way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt; Bow to the tempo of the damned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are all leaders of the horde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Keepers of the apes of wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Heed the call of the volume lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; High priest of the bloodbath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Serve unto us, surrender us your souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And great rewards you'll receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; And when the tempo has taken the control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Even the heretic's will believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-2490714422580960879?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/2490714422580960879/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=2490714422580960879' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2490714422580960879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/2490714422580960879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/when-you-feel-darkness-calling-out-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-7178640807677871228</id><published>2009-04-02T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:38:47.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O amor, embora seja um verbo, antes de uma emoção, é uma daquelas áreas nas quais todos nós gostaríamos de controlar os dois lados da equação, mas só podemos controlar o nosso lado. E torcer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Um romance, seja ele namoro, noivado, casamento ou bodas de diamante, exige que os dois queiram dar um passo em direção ao futuro misterioso todos os dias - juntos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mesmo que seja para sofrerem juntos, desafiando os problemas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se você é do tipo que quer casar, e continuar se comportando como solteiro, então é melhor não casar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Fique como está.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Sei que o que está na moda é a fantasia de que “ser livre” é o melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ser independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mas, apesar do estardalhaço que algumas revistas semanais fazem, dizendo que muitas pessoas querem ficar sós, não é a realidade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E a verdade é diferente daquilo que dizem para o show da mídia, ou para uma roda de amigos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ninguém quer ficar só.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;As pessoas apenas vestem uma confortável imagem de que a “liberdade” é mais vantajosa do que o compromisso, assim como dizem veementemente que jamais entrarão em um supermercado que os tratou mal - só para irem direto lá, quando tiverem que comprar algo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Quando o silêncio das paredes internas do coração começa a ser escutado, o “caldo entorna”, e você se pega pensando em passar os próximos anos vivendo com aquela pessoa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mas, nem sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Há momentos nos quais você deve olhar bem para aquela pessoa que está tratando você apenas como uma opção, uma alternativa temporária, e deixar de ter a vida dela como sua prioridade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Algumas vezes, ser a pessoa ideal não é o bastante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Especialmente, quando o outro lado da moeda tem uma lista de prioridades enorme, você aparece em um ingrato 256° lugar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Naturalmente, há momentos nos quais um amor não pode lhe dar atenção.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Há altos e baixos em qualquer vida, por isso não devemos assumir o pior, apenas por um problema temporário.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mas, há também situações nas quais você precisa entender que talvez haja muito mais dentro de você do que a outra pessoa nota ou dá valor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Lembre-se:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;*Não trate como prioridade quem te trata como opção. *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Dê todas as chances que puder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Mas, quando não houver mais o que fazer, não faça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Pare de tentar. Você saberá quando a hora chegou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Você saberá quando já tentou tudo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;E, quando chegar este momento, olhe ao redor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Se alguém não trata você como prioridade, há quem trate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Ai pertinho de você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;É só olhar com o coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Você merece ser prioridade de alguém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;Você merece ser o rei, ou a rainha, e não o vassalo, ou vassala.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;O amor é um jogo de “iguais de coração”.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-7178640807677871228?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/7178640807677871228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=7178640807677871228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7178640807677871228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/7178640807677871228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/04/o-amor-embora-seja-um-verbo-antes-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-3799836253104717201</id><published>2009-03-28T20:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T20:13:33.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu acordei hoje&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dentro de um trem de sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A chuva cai em preto e branco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fiquei e encarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; O resto do que sobrou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meu próprio mundo desmoronando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu contive minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Um dia vem depois do outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; A chuva caindo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Acariciou minha pele novamente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deixe-a cair para lavar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; O tempo que passou&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Um sentimento a tempo negado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Meu coração não está mais atado a dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E agora está claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Um dia leva a outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu seco minhas lágrimas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Existe muito mais para descobrir em&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Outro lugar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu ouço o som&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; De milhares de vozes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu perdi minha inocência&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Eu estou no meu caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Através do deserto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Para resgatar o que eu enviei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Fora do meu coração e caminho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Agora está claro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Um dia leva a outro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; Nós enfrentaremos nossos medos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt; E iremos achar o caminho para nos encontrarmos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-3799836253104717201?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/3799836253104717201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=3799836253104717201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3799836253104717201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/3799836253104717201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2009/03/eu-acordei-hoje-dentro-de-um-trem-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-981575258996970259</id><published>2008-06-20T20:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:56:02.475-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha 1ª Postagem!</title><content type='html'>Believe In Nothing - Nevermore(Acreditar Em Nada)&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de um estranho mundo novo, após todas as suas lágrimas&lt;br /&gt;Poderia achar que você caiu longe demais&lt;br /&gt;Dê outra olhada, dê outra volta&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos fazer com que deixem o ódio para trás?&lt;br /&gt;E eu continuo acreditando em nada&lt;br /&gt;Nós algum dia veremos a forma do amanhã?&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da tempestade vazia&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da amorfa perda de esperança&lt;br /&gt;Onde podemos esquecer o jogoE eu continuo a não acreditar em nada&lt;br /&gt;Nós algum dia iremos ver a cura para nossa dor?Nada é sagrado quando ninguém é salvo&lt;br /&gt;Nada é para sempre então conte seus dias&lt;br /&gt;Nada é sagrado quando ninguém é salvo&lt;br /&gt;Nada é para sempre então comece a contar seus dias&lt;br /&gt;Nada é final e ninguém é realReze pelo amanhã e encontre seu vazio&lt;br /&gt;Nada&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-981575258996970259?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/981575258996970259/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=981575258996970259' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/981575258996970259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/623329967720042587/posts/default/981575258996970259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/2008/06/minha-1-postagem_20.html' title='Minha 1ª Postagem!'/><author><name>Chris Bordignon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10514532353962067277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_x2wEwpCY51A/TOIAU-ortfI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/cUUoBenC9rE/S220/DSC03194%2Bmodified%2Bmodified.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-623329967720042587.post-1243156067042302490</id><published>2008-06-20T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:54:05.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Minha 1ª Postagem!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/623329967720042587-1243156067042302490?l=chrisdeath.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chrisdeath.blogspot.com/feeds/1243156067042302490/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=623329967720042587&amp;postID=1243156067042302490' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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