<?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-4981095031277586585</id><updated>2011-10-12T05:56:02.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Angel of Darkness' Grave</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-7674250359530285366</id><published>2011-10-10T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-10T16:03:13.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Um grande "talvez"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bS5L3j9Xss/TpN4odARdBI/AAAAAAAAADo/qt9uGFepwwk/s1600/Becoming_of_an_Angel_by_xxfreexxlancerxx%255B1%255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662001792910717970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bS5L3j9Xss/TpN4odARdBI/AAAAAAAAADo/qt9uGFepwwk/s320/Becoming_of_an_Angel_by_xxfreexxlancerxx%255B1%255D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Um regresso...uma passagem...uma vontade...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;O sentimento de chegar e encontrar feridas ainda por sarar, coisas por descobrir...o tanto que ficou por dizer, por expressar, por sentir, por viver....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Trovoada de pensamentos que se sobrepõem e que se arrastam uns com os outros, a confusão do certo e errado, o dogma entre o sim e o não...o querer e não ter...não poder...não existir...não ser correcto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Felicidade alheia à tristeza inerente...e quando a "estrelinha" finalmente aparece quase tudo está errado...quase tudo parece errado...o muito que é apenas um grande vazio de lutas constantemente travadas à procura de algo que foge...que se esconde...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Como é possível que num momento tão certo tudo pareça tão errado..?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Talvez...amanhã...um dia...o gelo quebre...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Talvez...amanhã...um dia...volte a dizer o que hoje não consigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Talvez...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*image by xxfreexxlancerxx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Portishead - Roads&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Ohh, can't anybody see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got a war to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never found our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Storm..in the morning light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more can I say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Frozen to myself&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got nobody on my side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And surely that ain't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And surely that ain't right&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ohh, can't anybody see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've got a war to fight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never found our way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Regardless of what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it feel, this wrong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;From this moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can it feel, this wrong"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-7674250359530285366?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/7674250359530285366/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=7674250359530285366' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/7674250359530285366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/7674250359530285366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2011/10/um-grande-talvez.html' title='Um grande &quot;talvez&quot;...'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5bS5L3j9Xss/TpN4odARdBI/AAAAAAAAADo/qt9uGFepwwk/s72-c/Becoming_of_an_Angel_by_xxfreexxlancerxx%255B1%255D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-8489693632779867721</id><published>2008-03-24T10:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T11:16:34.894-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hell with it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R-fsD74CmUI/AAAAAAAAABs/XomWENDNwCo/s1600-h/Im_fine__by_KeepYourHeartBroken%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R-fsD74CmUI/AAAAAAAAABs/XomWENDNwCo/s400/Im_fine__by_KeepYourHeartBroken%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181369448669550914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's always the same shit...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think, you saw, you feel, you die,…..  for what? Just nothing....a real big nothing who come with no warning destroying everything, every feeling, every dream, every word. When your close enough (at least you think so) your simply pulled away into the deep of the ground, the sight is starting to lose itself… deep…deep….deep… until you be upon hell…(once again)… and why? Because “hell is still overburdened” and what can you do? Just wait for you time and when is came…go away… from everything… everyone… “Forget the past, live the present, dream the future” … but… the past can’t be forgotten, the present is dead and there’s no dreams… not anymore... another door is closed, one more corner to be trapped in… memories of an angel without an inch of luck…(if that one exists…)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor não é eterna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed - Overburdened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;I may never know for certain&lt;br /&gt;When will be my time&lt;br /&gt;How was I considered evil?&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures taken in this life&lt;br /&gt;Someone granted me reprieval&lt;br /&gt;Decades spent in strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Repeated in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Led to nothing&lt;br /&gt;If only I was born another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;How have I been so determined malign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the closing of the curtain&lt;br /&gt;In the play that was my life&lt;br /&gt;Countless chapters left unopened&lt;br /&gt;Tragedies inside&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Holy blessed homicide&lt;br /&gt;Seems I have committed treason&lt;br /&gt;All I've sacrificed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Led to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Repeated in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Led to nothing&lt;br /&gt;If only I was born another time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;How I have been so determined malign?&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;How I have been so determined malign?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate is so unkind&lt;br /&gt;Now I should have known&lt;br /&gt;Blind leading the blind&lt;br /&gt;Reaping what I've sown&lt;br /&gt;If it all amounts to nothing&lt;br /&gt;Why, then, am I standing in this line?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;How I have been so determined malign?&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;I must stand and wait in line&lt;br /&gt;Hell is still overburdened&lt;br /&gt;How I have been so determined malign?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-8489693632779867721?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/8489693632779867721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=8489693632779867721' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/8489693632779867721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/8489693632779867721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2008/03/hell-with-it.html' title='Hell with it!!!'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R-fsD74CmUI/AAAAAAAAABs/XomWENDNwCo/s72-c/Im_fine__by_KeepYourHeartBroken%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-2143856456254346073</id><published>2008-02-14T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T12:42:00.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R7SkiEMW6KI/AAAAAAAAABk/674T7NPReY8/s1600-h/Spike__Cowboy_by_Sangochan70.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R7SkiEMW6KI/AAAAAAAAABk/674T7NPReY8/s400/Spike__Cowboy_by_Sangochan70.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166935577648883874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes is just like that…life’s hard…when you live thinking on a dream and when that dream becomes real…and when it’s real you don’t want to awake…but you awake, and you feel like that…half empty…waiting for something that never came…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He died defending is dream…maybe we all should do the same…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" You're Gonna Carry That Weight "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoko Kanno - Blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never seen a blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I can feel it reaching out&lt;br /&gt;And moving closer&lt;br /&gt;There's something about blue&lt;br /&gt;Asked myself what it's all for&lt;br /&gt;You know the funny thing about it&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't answer&lt;br /&gt;No I couldn't answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have turned a deeper shade of blue&lt;br /&gt;And images that might be real&lt;br /&gt;May be illusion&lt;br /&gt;Keep flashing off and on&lt;br /&gt;Free&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be free&lt;br /&gt;Gonna be free&lt;br /&gt;And move among the stars&lt;br /&gt;You know they really aren't so far&lt;br /&gt;Feels so free&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know free&lt;br /&gt;Please&lt;br /&gt;Don't wake me from the dream&lt;br /&gt;It's really everything it seemed&lt;br /&gt;I'm so free&lt;br /&gt;No black and white in the blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is clearer now&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a dream you know&lt;br /&gt;That's never ending&lt;br /&gt;I'm ascending&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-2143856456254346073?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/2143856456254346073/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=2143856456254346073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/2143856456254346073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/2143856456254346073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2008/02/sometimes-is-just-like-thatlifes.html' title=''/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R7SkiEMW6KI/AAAAAAAAABk/674T7NPReY8/s72-c/Spike__Cowboy_by_Sangochan70.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-5346004753382648124</id><published>2008-01-14T11:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T13:11:26.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Bird</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R4vAAR_tAEI/AAAAAAAAABU/cGB8Gb4M3QY/s1600-h/water_bird_by_pesire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R4vAAR_tAEI/AAAAAAAAABU/cGB8Gb4M3QY/s400/water_bird_by_pesire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5155425309518790722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confusa e distante como um pássaro perdido na água é a mente daquele que se torna inconsciente…inconsciente por ser incapacitado de poder controlar impulsos de medo, acções que levam a actos (embora justifiquem grandes causas ou não) acabam apenas por ser actos de loucura onde é procurada a esperança numa batalha que está perdida logo desde inicio.&lt;br /&gt;A capacidade de criação gerou originalidade que por sua vez dá origem à espontaneidade do aperfeiçoamento daquilo que o corpo humano consegue sentir, sendo essa a maior distinção dos seres…aquilo que temos que mais nenhum ser têm…a criação de emoções e o desenvolvimento destas, embora muitas das vezes não se saiba dar nome ou explicar mas o importante é que elas lá estão tanto para bem como para mal. De todos um é especial pois tanto no faz alegres e sorridentes como aos poucos nos destrói por dentro, é aquele que é parasita pois mesmo não querendo, mesmo fugindo, ele acaba por nos encontrar apoderando-se dos corpos até se instalar nos pontos vitais sobressaltando-os ou mirrando…e por mais que se queira ele não larga…&lt;br /&gt; Isso gera medo, gera conflito, gera vergonha, gera tristeza… é como um doce gostoso e viciante que alegra o pensamento de um dia poder voltar a sentir e que faz chorar ao saber que não mais o pode descobrir…apenas rastos…pistas…cicatrizes daquilo foi e não mais voltará a ser…o fim catastrófico de não poder ver…não poder, nem saber o que se dizer criando uma crescente monotonia em volta de quem também o sente…&lt;br /&gt;Torna as pessoas meros “alguém” até que o seu consumo atinge o limite e tudo explode…e o mundo em redor deixa de fazer sentido… tudo acaba com a chegada da escuridão…o abandono do que nos torna humanos…&lt;br /&gt;Resta o sonho e a incerteza do amanhã…&lt;br /&gt;Como um pássaro que voa rasteiro mas com os olhos no céu, com a esperança de um dia voltar a voar lá no alto….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day someone believes in me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe one day…even you believe in me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor não é eternal…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivete Sangalo - Se Eu Não Te Amasse Tanto Assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração&lt;br /&gt;Sem direção&lt;br /&gt;Voando só por voar&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber onde chegar&lt;br /&gt;Sonhando em te encontrar&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Que hoje eu descobri&lt;br /&gt;No seu olhar&lt;br /&gt;As estrelas vão me guiar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez perdesse os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E vivesse na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não visse flores&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu vim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sei&lt;br /&gt;Eu te amei&lt;br /&gt;No vento de um temporal&lt;br /&gt;Mas fui mais&lt;br /&gt;Muito além&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo do vendaval&lt;br /&gt;Nos desejos&lt;br /&gt;Num beijo&lt;br /&gt;Que eu jamais provei igual&lt;br /&gt;E as estrelas dão um sinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez perdesse os sonhos&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de mim&lt;br /&gt;E vivesse na escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não te amasse tanto assim&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não visse flores&lt;br /&gt;Por onde eu vim&lt;br /&gt;Dentro do meu coração...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-5346004753382648124?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/5346004753382648124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=5346004753382648124' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/5346004753382648124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/5346004753382648124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2008/01/water-bird.html' title='Water Bird'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R4vAAR_tAEI/AAAAAAAAABU/cGB8Gb4M3QY/s72-c/water_bird_by_pesire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-1388744992784755314</id><published>2007-11-24T17:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T17:44:55.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um metro e meio que parecem três....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R0jMj3rmGFI/AAAAAAAAABM/QCgofYg9oeo/s1600-h/IMGP2296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R0jMj3rmGFI/AAAAAAAAABM/QCgofYg9oeo/s400/IMGP2296.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136580291630340178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dás-me na cabeça e muito (muitas vezes tens razão ^^'), és teimosa, casmurra, mandas vir, chamas-me nomes, exturques-me dinheiro em apostas desonestas, enfim....uma calamidade de coisas extremamente vergonhosas e indecentes mas estás sempre lá, és um pilar de força que mantêm pessoas em pé, nunca recusas-te nada e não sabes dizer "não". Não tens medo de dizer as "palavras difíceis" que tornam muita gente muda, não há pudor em ter conversas disto e daquilo e tenta-se sempre dar os melhores conselhos possíveis independentemente de se saber ou ter a certeza daquilo que se diz =)&lt;br /&gt;Porque os verdadeiros amigos são assim...&lt;br /&gt;Muito havia para escrever mas preferi deixar um texto como tu, pequenino por fora mas grande por dentro ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a Best friend that someone could ever have =) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deftones - Minerva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get all numb when she sings it's over&lt;br /&gt;Such a strange numb and it brings my knees to the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God bless you all for the song you saved us...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the same numb when you sing it's over&lt;br /&gt;Such a strange numb it could bring back peace to the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God bless you all for the song you saved us...&lt;br /&gt;For the hearts you break everytime you moan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get all numb...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're the same numb and it brings our knees to the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So God bless you all for the song you saved us...&lt;br /&gt;For the hearts you break everytime you moan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And God bless you all on the earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-1388744992784755314?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/1388744992784755314/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=1388744992784755314' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1388744992784755314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1388744992784755314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-metro-e-meio-que-parecem-trs_24.html' title='Um metro e meio que parecem três....'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/R0jMj3rmGFI/AAAAAAAAABM/QCgofYg9oeo/s72-c/IMGP2296.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-1414094330189443613</id><published>2007-10-22T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T13:23:21.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zombie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rx0E2IjJAGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r4qjfyyPpRg/s1600-h/soul_by_ethereophonical%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rx0E2IjJAGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r4qjfyyPpRg/s400/soul_by_ethereophonical%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124257279071813730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Estranha maneira de começar a descrição de algo incerto...algo que não é correcto mas também não é errado, azar puxa azar e por arrasto acrescenta-se mais um... arrasto...palavra que nunca fez tanto sentido como agora...ontem...hoje...amanhã...&lt;br /&gt;Ao falar de almas naturalmente associa-se o corpo e vice-versa mas quando o corpo não tem alma? ou a alma não reage ao corpo que a transporta? pois não é só o corpo que reage a alma... como tudo na Natureza existe um equilíbrio, uma mutua ajuda...e quando um falha o corpo anda desorientado, foge daquilo que a alma não quer ver, tapam-se os ouvidos para a alma não ouvir o que não quer ouvir, estancam-se os sentidos para a alma não sentir aquilo que não quer sentir...mas infelizmente nem tudo se consegue travar, nem tudo se consegue evitar... o corpo transmite o que a alma sente embora o corpo não possa demonstrar os extremos das alma, pois a euforia é muito maior por dentro do que por fora, a tristeza é muito maior por dentro do que por fora, chora-se muito mais por dentro do que por fora...&lt;br /&gt;Cambaleado por esse mundo fora com medo do olhar observador e ao mesmo tempo deprezador, falta força...falta vida, quando nos deparamos na rua com milhares de pessoas ao nosso lado todas com a mesma face, pensamentos que dão origem a uma luta continua de subconsciente que não nos deixa dormir e nos faz viver pesadelos...&lt;br /&gt;"Não devias de fazer isso" , "Não percebo o porquê mas tu é que sabes" , "Isso não te faz bem!" .... só quem sente é que sabe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Faltam palavras...falta vontade...falta força...falta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ironias que nos fazem andar aos tropeções onde caímos de lá bem alto num poço sem fim onde cada vez vai ficando mais escuro, vivendo o dia a dia a espera que chegue o último.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I wish I was special...so fucking special"...pfhum.... after all I'm just a Zombie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dor não é eterna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecedess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cranberries - Zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another head hangs lowly, &lt;br /&gt;Child is slowly taken. &lt;br /&gt;And the violence caused such silence, &lt;br /&gt;Who are we mistaken? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you see, it's not me, it's not my family. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they are fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are crying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, dou, dou, dou, dou, dou... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another mother's breakin', &lt;br /&gt;Heart is taking over. &lt;br /&gt;When the vi'lence causes silence, &lt;br /&gt;We must be mistaken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head they're still fighting, &lt;br /&gt;With their tanks and their bombs, &lt;br /&gt;And their bombs and their guns. &lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, they are dying... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your head, in your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie, &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey. What's in your head, &lt;br /&gt;In your head, &lt;br /&gt;Zombie, zombie, zombie? &lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, hey, hey, oh, oh, oh, &lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh, oh, hey, oh, ya, ya-a...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-1414094330189443613?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/1414094330189443613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=1414094330189443613' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1414094330189443613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1414094330189443613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/10/zombie.html' title='Zombie'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rx0E2IjJAGI/AAAAAAAAAA8/r4qjfyyPpRg/s72-c/soul_by_ethereophonical%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-1705584393569140290</id><published>2007-07-22T15:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:52:07.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hollow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RqPZ7een7tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pbo_v4eWaEE/s1600-h/The+Hollow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RqPZ7een7tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pbo_v4eWaEE/s400/The+Hollow.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5090151619675811538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste...triste é o sentimento que reside no momento, não por arrependimento, não por solidão, não por amor, mas sim por deixar aquilo que se têm de mais importante na vida. É dificil suportar aquilo que se sente num momento de despedida, tomar a decisão de virar as costas e continuar a caminhar mesmo com lágrimas a escorrer pelo rosto e com uma dor interior causada por uma picada invisível a cada batimento cardíaco...meros segundos onde nos passa de tudo pla cabeça mas onde não nos conseguimos exprimir, algo nos impede em dizer aquilo que sentimos...insegurança pela reacção oposta? talvez... porque a quem está connosco nesse momento sabe como nos sentimos e então não vale a pena expressarmo-nos? possivelmente...partimos com o sentimento de que se possível nunca mais teremos de voltar, mas com o desgosto daquilo que fomos obrigados a deixar para trás... 90% daquilo que somos... o preço que temos que pagar por fugirmos...um preço que se revela demasiado alto mas do qual acabamos por não ter escolha em deixar...&lt;br /&gt;Parte-se mas sempre com a saudade e o pensamento daqueles que nos são queridos e importantes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A unica coisa que agora se pode fazer é rezar e fazer a promessa de um dia poder voltar para aqueles que amamos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dor não é eterna...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecedess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*********** [[[[[[[[[]]]]]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More Than A Thousand - The Hollow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who brought us here? &lt;br /&gt;How can we go so far? &lt;br /&gt;Why do we always want more?&lt;br /&gt;While wasting time angry, feeling guilty&lt;br /&gt;and not knowing why... &lt;br /&gt;Her little creature called heart &lt;br /&gt;was losing its beat, &lt;br /&gt;Is it really this deadly? &lt;br /&gt;I allowed my creature to crawl out of me &lt;br /&gt;while I was walking through the hospital corridors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your creature is losing it's beat,&lt;br /&gt;it's far more than real you've been my&lt;br /&gt;hero but sometimes even heroes reach&lt;br /&gt;and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter if I'm ready or not... &lt;br /&gt;It will aways be too soon... &lt;br /&gt;It will aways be too soon&lt;br /&gt;groans and exhales... &lt;br /&gt;groans and exhales...&lt;br /&gt;the human in me says &lt;br /&gt;"you'll be gone to a place &lt;br /&gt;where nothing can harm you".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your creature is losing it's beat,&lt;br /&gt;it's far more than real you've been my&lt;br /&gt;hero but sometimes even heroes reach&lt;br /&gt;and fall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat has now shrunk to the point&lt;br /&gt;has now shrunk to the point&lt;br /&gt;where I can no longer speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My throat ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-1705584393569140290?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/1705584393569140290/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=1705584393569140290' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1705584393569140290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/1705584393569140290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/07/hollow.html' title='The Hollow'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RqPZ7een7tI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Pbo_v4eWaEE/s72-c/The+Hollow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-5780146278698245247</id><published>2007-07-17T13:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T13:52:27.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Pigs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rp0mXHKMyUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyrsPzQ_zU/s1600-h/The_Feast%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rp0mXHKMyUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyrsPzQ_zU/s400/The_Feast%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088265332499204418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes a vida é injusta, dá-nos coisas das quais não queremos e que nos leva a sonhar com algo diferente, " Como seria se...? "  " O que seria de mim se...? " mas há coisas que são impossíveis de mudar, coisas com as quais temos que aguentar e não tivemos escolha em obtê-las ou não, somos tratados como animais e criancinhas, meros objectos de utensílio onde estamos acorrentados com coleiras que têm gravada a palavra "dependência". Essa mesma dependência que faz de nós seres presos e sem liberdade de escolha ou expressão, controlam-nos como se fossemos uma peça de porcelana para os outros admirarem e obrigam-nos a serem como eles querem, obrigam-nos a viver na merda da ilusão que eles criaram e não nos deixam viver a nossa vida, não nos deixam decidir como percorrer o nosso caminho, simplesmente impedem-nos de evoluirmos...com tudo isto é criado raiva e frustração, um sonho maior de um dia obter a tão desejada liberdade e um dia sermos superiores e podermos dizer " não! ", dizermos na cara e sem medos tudo aquilo que pensamos e que temos guardado ao longo de todos os anos em que vivemos na prisão que criaram a nossa volta, vingança por toda a dor e sofrimento que nos incutiram injustamente e sem razão, pela violência que nasceu do simples prazer e da necessidade de se mostrarem superiores, por nos fazerem ver bem claro de que sem eles não conseguimos viver e de como todos os dias sempre que é possível nos mostrarem de que somos meros parasitas. Por nos terem tratado como se fossemos um erro, algo de que não queriam mas que têm que suportar pois não se pode mostrar inferioridade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas chegou a altura de parar...É a altura de dizer CHEGA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o momento de iniciar a revolução contra estes porcos nojentos que nos obrigam a viver na merda deles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"eye'm not your fucking slave"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor não é eterna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecedess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****** [[[[[[]]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otep - Blood Pig&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;eye'm ugly&lt;br /&gt;all that i am&lt;br /&gt;and i can never live up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm failing&lt;br /&gt;eye'm angry&lt;br /&gt;afraid of the ways&lt;br /&gt;they pretend to be us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its fuct up&lt;br /&gt;eye'm different&lt;br /&gt;wurdz remain&lt;br /&gt;my only escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art saves&lt;br /&gt;all of me&lt;br /&gt;evolving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm so afraid&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm so ashamed&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(voodoo spell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mistake&lt;br /&gt;was trusting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood pigs&lt;br /&gt;with creating my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with poetry&lt;br /&gt;and suffering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cannibalized&lt;br /&gt;every ounce of my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm still afraid&lt;br /&gt;everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these greedy worms&lt;br /&gt;- they devour my plagues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not your slave&lt;br /&gt;eye'm conquering&lt;br /&gt;you see me rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; now you're walking away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not ashamed!&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not afraid!&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bridge &amp; tunnel]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can't hurt me anymore&lt;br /&gt;you can't hurt me anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fed from the wound from&lt;br /&gt;which we were bled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vomiting filth in&lt;br /&gt;our soft cave heads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chewing on tissue,&lt;br /&gt;tendon and fat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;destroying the things&lt;br /&gt;they do not understand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tyrant.&lt;br /&gt;betrayer.&lt;br /&gt;parasite.&lt;br /&gt;traitor!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and still u feed them&lt;br /&gt;....and still u need them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;eye'm ugly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dangerous&lt;br /&gt;can't describe it enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm failing&lt;br /&gt;eye'm angry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i use my fear&lt;br /&gt;to empower my hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm fuct up&lt;br /&gt;eye'm different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wurdz remain&lt;br /&gt;my only escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;art saves&lt;br /&gt;all of me&lt;br /&gt;evolving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not ashamed&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away!&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;and now you're walking away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(voodoo spell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mistake!&lt;br /&gt;was trusting you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood pigs -&lt;br /&gt;with creating my fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with poetry&lt;br /&gt;and suffering&lt;br /&gt;i cannibalized....&lt;br /&gt;every ounce of my pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eye'm still afraid everyday&lt;br /&gt;u still suckle my plagues&lt;br /&gt;eye'm not your fucking slave&lt;br /&gt;so why you walking away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blood pig!&lt;br /&gt;why you walking away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-5780146278698245247?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/5780146278698245247/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=5780146278698245247' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/5780146278698245247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/5780146278698245247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/07/blood-pigs.html' title='Blood Pigs'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Rp0mXHKMyUI/AAAAAAAAAAs/_jyrsPzQ_zU/s72-c/The_Feast%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-7352614270394235699</id><published>2007-07-08T13:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T02:56:42.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Colete Encarnado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RpFJ5i61veI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZEHTiwPZRaA/s1600-h/CIMG0108.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084926707252968930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RpFJ5i61veI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZEHTiwPZRaA/s320/CIMG0108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ora para quem não sabe o colete encarnado é a festa tradicional de Vila Franca de Xira =)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;O colete consiste numa festa prolongada por 3 dias onde as estradas da cidade são cortadas para o povo da cidade se divertir naquilo a que chamamos de "esperas", as "esperas" consiste em as pessoas andarem a fugir dos bois que são largados pelas ruas da cidade, logicamente que existe muito álcool à mistura, o colete têm a particularidade das festas se prolongarem até a manhã do dia seguinte até chegar ao ultimo dia onde a partir sensivelmente da 1H da manhã é impossível não ouvir musica onde quer que se esteja. (e descobri que não fecham o jardim a noite na altura do colete Oo ^^ )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Actuação principal de este ano do colete foi não mais não menos do que Xutos &amp; Pontapés =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Grande concerto, com o pessoal sempre a pedir mais xD mas infelizmente ainda não são os fãs que mandam nas bandas ^^' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Enfim...nós amamos o colete =' )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;E passei o colete todo sem beber alcool.... (sim eu sei..sou horrivel xD )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Musica escolhida para este post foi aquele que foi (pelo menos pra mim) o momento da noite por varias e determinadas razões mas essencialmente pelo conteúdo da letra em sim, pois a minha vida vai mais que torta e parece não se querer endireitar, ultimamente (desde que este maldito ano começou) que tenho sido perseguido por azar (embora ontem tivessem dito k fosse um dia de sorte e até acabou por ser pois eu e a minha amiga Catarina encontramos uma nota de 5€ no chão xD maaaas....um dia só têm 24H infelizmente) e desde ai nunca dei um passo que fosse ou parecesse correcto e também ainda não fiz nada que batesse certo...e mesmo quando não faço nada parece que tenho um alvo marcado na testa que atrai coisas más...espero que isto passe..continuo a esperar...pensado tudo e nada, o completo baralhar de ideias que trás tudo menos coisas boas, que remetem a um desejo profundo que passa pla conquista de um sonho impossível de alcançar...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Enfim...como se diz por aqui... " A vida são 2 dias e o colete são 3 " ^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dor não é eterna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecedess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** [[[[]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xutos &amp;amp; Pontapés - Circo de feras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida vai torta&lt;br /&gt;Jamais se endireita&lt;br /&gt;O azar persegue&lt;br /&gt;Esconde-se á espreita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca dei um passo&lt;br /&gt;Que fosse correcto&lt;br /&gt;Eu nunca fiz nada&lt;br /&gt;Que batesse certo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto esperava&lt;br /&gt;No fundo da rua&lt;br /&gt;Pensava em ti&lt;br /&gt;E em que sorte era a tua&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te tanto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De modo que a vida&lt;br /&gt;É um circo de feras&lt;br /&gt;E os entretantos&lt;br /&gt;São as minhas esperas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto esperava&lt;br /&gt;No fundo da rua&lt;br /&gt;Pensava em ti&lt;br /&gt;E em que sorte era a tua&lt;br /&gt;Quero-te 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href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/07/colete-encarnado.html' title='Colete Encarnado'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/RpFJ5i61veI/AAAAAAAAAAc/ZEHTiwPZRaA/s72-c/CIMG0108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4981095031277586585.post-2456170054686441574</id><published>2007-07-06T09:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T09:51:23.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Bock Super Rock e afins...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Ro5q1C61vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C-7qHVin_6Q/s1600-h/IMGP2322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5084118488897142210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Ro5q1C61vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C-7qHVin_6Q/s320/IMGP2322.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Antes de mais fazer uma breve critica a merda dos senhores dos fotologs e as suas invenções e como a ideia de "blog" por estes lados não significa "escolhas" vi-me obrigado a mudar o meu "cantinho" para este espaco do qual ainda percebo pouco mas fica a promessa de quando houver tempo aprefundar a coisa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Super Bock Super Rock...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Man Eater: As filas de espera continuam enormes embora este ano estivesse melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;More Than a Thousand: Ainda bem que são Ptgueses =')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;lood Brothers: O vomito do Wild_Mind é horrivel x' D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Mastodon: Fofo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Stone Sour: Espera-se um concerto como evento principal =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Joe Satriani: Mostrou tudo o que se pode (ou não) fazer com uma guitarra electrica...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Metallica: Pra não variar tempo de espera excessivo mas que acaba sempre por valer a pena especialmente depois de se ouvir coisas como Fade To Black ^^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Resumindo, foi um bom dia embora a meu ver o ano passado tivesse sido um festival melhor pois penso que também ja todos repararam que o festival Super Bock Super Rock está vivo por meros anos.... infelizmente =/ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seguidamente ocorreu um jantar no Entroncamento para festejar o aniversário da minha prima =) , numa bela noite com muito alcool e estupfacientes a mistura onde eu ouvi das três frases mais impressionantes dos ultimos tempos....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"O teu primo têm uma cabecinha espetacular" -» by Valente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Eu cago estilo" -» by Yuri&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;"Tu defenitivamente trasandas a cenário" -» by AC &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;x' D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Enfim...para 1º post ist está um bocado estupido ou até mesmo desinteressante, mas também como é o primeiro e isto hj não dá pra mais peço desculpas ^^'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Live free, Live with joy, alcohol, drugs, metal....and justice for all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Ecedess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***** [[[[[]]]]]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Metallica - ...And Justice For All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Halls of Justice Painted GreenMoney &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Talking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Power Wolves Beset Your Door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hear Them Stalking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Soon You'll Please Their Appetite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;They Devour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hammer of Justice Crushes You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Overpower&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Price You Pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing Can Save You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Raped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pulling Your Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seeking No Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winning Is All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Find it So Grim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Apathy Their Stepping Stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Unfeeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hidden Deep Animosity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Deceiving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Through Your Eyes Their Light Burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Hoping to Find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Inquisition Sinking You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;With Prying Minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Price You Pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing Can Save You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Raped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pulling Your Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seeking No Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winning Is All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Find it So Grim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Now You're Done in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Their Money Tips Her Scales Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Make Your Deal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Just What Is Truth? I Cannot Tell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Cannot Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The Ultimate in Vanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Exploiting Their Supremacy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Things You Say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I Can't Believe the Price We Pay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Nothing Can Save Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Raped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Pulling Your Strings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Justice Is Done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seeking No Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winning Is All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Find it So Grim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So True&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Seeking No Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Winning Is All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Find it So Grim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;So TrueSo Real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4981095031277586585-2456170054686441574?l=ecedess.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/feeds/2456170054686441574/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4981095031277586585&amp;postID=2456170054686441574' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/2456170054686441574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4981095031277586585/posts/default/2456170054686441574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ecedess.blogspot.com/2007/07/super-bock-super-rock-e-afins.html' title='Super Bock Super Rock e afins...'/><author><name>Ecedess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07015919584847758795</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/TBd2xH1PSXI/AAAAAAAAACs/eEuXiHqDpGE/S220/P3300036.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_FOB06qF3JT4/Ro5q1C61vcI/AAAAAAAAAAM/C-7qHVin_6Q/s72-c/IMGP2322.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
