tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-241557482024-03-12T21:05:21.911-07:00Telling timeOlhando para as luzes ténues de uma rua, nos pormenores do mundo.Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.comBlogger135125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-81321855802841706062010-12-21T17:33:00.000-08:002010-12-21T17:35:10.426-08:00Tormento<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfePtFuKDuSef6g17Nb5AjVhOGkN3Of2sLiTkboAMZBxT9wzX0IuBOv7pOFbwidghXdrNuqHZW_S65nv8T0MPGQ2nzSN3e3KZIHRfYwbNNJHEFcsnx-dxlycmV18NhyphenhyphenQA_CceL/s1600/castlevania3.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 346px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553313980460732930" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfePtFuKDuSef6g17Nb5AjVhOGkN3Of2sLiTkboAMZBxT9wzX0IuBOv7pOFbwidghXdrNuqHZW_S65nv8T0MPGQ2nzSN3e3KZIHRfYwbNNJHEFcsnx-dxlycmV18NhyphenhyphenQA_CceL/s400/castlevania3.jpg" /></a><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Nas noites de tormento apetece me chorar. </span><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Despertar custa me e a minha cama parece me reconfortante.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mais do que as manhas frias de Novembro.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mais do que as noites quentes de Maio quando acompanhado .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Adormecer tornou se um processo doloroso,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">É por isso que me canso de forma perniciosa,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Para só adormecer quando estiver totalmente no fim,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Das forças que me suportam.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Anseio por respostas ilusorias,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Que decidam os proximos passos a dar na estrada vermelha, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Aquela que não tem fim mas têm vários. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O adeus á humanidade parece me certo. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Odiar todos parece me ideal. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Cria da sociedade perdida que é esta onde vivo, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O imperioso respirar da besta que me enfrenta, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">E eu lhe digo calorosamente que venha, que morra.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"> </span></o:p></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-56221369511525193842010-12-21T11:00:00.000-08:002010-12-21T11:26:54.734-08:00Summer Wars<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwvaJ9ytd4cNDk_iQNjX2ezCtCXSdETgKe0cnodgk7qarfCnP9r-2pDiIq6iyT5vmo5TBKV4Rl-He8' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-57080894095448693812010-12-21T10:55:00.000-08:002010-12-21T11:00:17.189-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn__G09wddPGAQ1LZs0LNQoORvZojXSIOcfaiaRUv4cJF0rqXELbzgxFgnCIFBKAQCrDx6uiVQ5qKcl7c2UZ0qgdMfoOT9RGjZzoQ2wosuutfsbj7okrIQlS7WIkX6yaHa25pi/s1600/mind2.bmp"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 292px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553211731530817634" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn__G09wddPGAQ1LZs0LNQoORvZojXSIOcfaiaRUv4cJF0rqXELbzgxFgnCIFBKAQCrDx6uiVQ5qKcl7c2UZ0qgdMfoOT9RGjZzoQ2wosuutfsbj7okrIQlS7WIkX6yaHa25pi/s400/mind2.bmp" /></a><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I want to go to my own reality<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">That is not here, that is definitive<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">But I just have to try and live in this world<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">And not fucking hate it<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I’m just so full of hatred<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">So full<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I want to grasp the world and make it scream<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I always said that if I had super powers I would be a really evil villain<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Not because it is fun<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Because the world deserves it<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">It deserves to be killed, tortured, to perish in silence<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN" lang="EN"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">I want it to ask for sorry, to admit that it is a bastard son of a bastard concept of civilization.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-3845009384865099642010-12-21T10:53:00.001-08:002010-12-21T10:54:58.956-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWgHv_Ppo2W7Hu3Q7Jj04px7fKv8z7GQINnlovPBLaiIkJYP0k2K37NY3PckbBfRvk3nWUA2RJqF4L8V8WGSmF_LFDDAMjbkOiYArZw2qhZcocBmV5eLpC0_bLYq_DKKiFka1/s1600/tentacle_shadow_monster.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553210971198818114" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidWgHv_Ppo2W7Hu3Q7Jj04px7fKv8z7GQINnlovPBLaiIkJYP0k2K37NY3PckbBfRvk3nWUA2RJqF4L8V8WGSmF_LFDDAMjbkOiYArZw2qhZcocBmV5eLpC0_bLYq_DKKiFka1/s400/tentacle_shadow_monster.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-US" lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">The Octoparse, former compassion, was a grim sight. His black tentacles reached long distances in a insidious movement, trying to capture other's ideals. Courage, Lancer and Wolfgard fought the beast and won. The entire realm called it "the murder of Octoparse." The murderer was both his creator and assassin, Octoparse tentacles move no more.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-91209108528783204212010-12-02T15:01:00.000-08:002010-12-02T15:31:26.226-08:00<p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;color:#ffffff;">Acho que maior parte das pessoas não sabe o que é o amor. Acham que é suposto fazer</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;"></span><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;">nos feliz a toda a hora. Q</span><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;">ue não existe luta e obstáculos pessoais. </span></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;color:#ffffff;">E se existe é porque as pessoas não são compatíveis e não deviam tar juntas.</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;color:#ffffff;">Deixar de amar parece ser tão facil como começar a amar. Para mim ambos</span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: -9pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0.9pt 0pt 17.6pt; tab-stops: 36.0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><span style="font-family:'Segoe UI', 'sans-serif';font-size:14;color:#ffffff;">momentos, quando existentes, são dificeis de realizar. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal" align="left"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-3091786347851225222010-11-30T06:26:00.000-08:002010-11-30T06:27:25.029-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_ONZ0OieqkfQe5av49EnpMkbydlJHmQtXoduKjc26tsDajVFNu3HsvxB92E01S2sarfM8O5elsL86p_DUhxmIx8GNL_3z14LI2DIlQTwz97u7mmUEQpTFRsskmBFd8GaRkag/s1600/31_2532-inverno.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545349132058843586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEji_ONZ0OieqkfQe5av49EnpMkbydlJHmQtXoduKjc26tsDajVFNu3HsvxB92E01S2sarfM8O5elsL86p_DUhxmIx8GNL_3z14LI2DIlQTwz97u7mmUEQpTFRsskmBFd8GaRkag/s400/31_2532-inverno.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Os dias de inverno eram sombrios e longos, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Não pela estação em si, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Mas porque o meu semblante era entristecido. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Longos dias os de perda da razão, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Tentativa de controlo da minha vida. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Difícil sem dúvida mas necessário. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A chuva caía com força e a minha mente pedia uma trovoada forte, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Que abalasse de uma forma intermitente os próximos passos. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O filme da minha vida era trocado por outros filmes, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Filmes tristes que me preenchem. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Programas alegres que me entretêm. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A minha mente acentava na ideia de que nada é definitivo, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Apenas a morte. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">A relação que havia tido havia portanto acabado, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">E era uma morte. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Reanimar um sentimento que em mim vivia com força, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Tentando adormecê-lo, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Enquanto movimentava ilusioriamente a ligação entre mim e a outra pessoa. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O tempo cura e desespera. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O tempo como movimento abstracto dos ponteiros do relógio,</span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Iluminava os passeios da minha estrada de esfalto. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Era aí que eu me restava, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Andando em frente lentamente, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Olhando por vezes para trás, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Á procura de algo.</span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Que alguém passasse.</span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-61372454853332765012010-11-19T13:43:00.001-08:002010-11-19T13:44:53.212-08:00<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="LINE-HEIGHT: 115%;font-family:'Verdana', 'sans-serif';color:#000000;" >The crowd waits<br />and turns their faces<br />towards you expectantly<br />you give them what they need<br />But their useless criticism<br />makes you die<br />a bit more inside<br /><br />Not a subject to control<br />you call upon a higer power<br />for help and inspiration<br /><br />Oh, I swoon<br />while loudspeakers play soft music<br /><br />Leaning<br />over your fourtieth masterpiece<br />You must have loved<br />the colour of these violins<br /><br />I wish I knew you<br />Your fit of insanity makes me sad<br /><br />I wish you knew<br />your music was to stay forever<br />And I hope...<br /><br />I have no clue<br />if you know how much it matters<br />And I hope...</span></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-87659261152650146182010-11-01T14:08:00.000-07:002010-11-01T14:13:35.322-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hv7UC15Pw_8Cld4k52NRtgwVqVOBORe2S3L4PvF6Fu44hzR2EUu0-qP1M42yuYEOs7WC5xTZbsufTdYDctw3bZJLZjKZM8XnjpTcWPQesLxPVzP08Uw-j-dipSOkeTjBjs6h/s1600/eye.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534691808903685330" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0hv7UC15Pw_8Cld4k52NRtgwVqVOBORe2S3L4PvF6Fu44hzR2EUu0-qP1M42yuYEOs7WC5xTZbsufTdYDctw3bZJLZjKZM8XnjpTcWPQesLxPVzP08Uw-j-dipSOkeTjBjs6h/s400/eye.JPG" /></a> <p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Tenho medo de escrever por não saber o que pode sair. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Pode ser catastroficamente final, um térmito de passagem. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Saudades de me sentir completo e feliz, unido por uma ligação indivisízel. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Herói de batalhas nunca acontecidas,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Fulgores perturbadores,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Um tropeção no quotidiano. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Coisas que me fazem interpretar a vida de hoje,</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Com um olhar desfazado e meio perdido. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Quero cantar o teu nome em noites frias com um amar despreocupado. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O olhar para ti e sentir que devia correr e correr e correr para longe, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Sacrifica o que sinto num ritual sangrento e íntimo, solitário. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNoSpacing"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">Imposições na minha vida, farto delas.</span></p><br /><div></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-44753568749211485472010-10-20T18:07:00.001-07:002010-10-20T18:13:13.072-07:00"Quando olhas para o abismo o abismo olha para ti."<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530301132529842770" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9wDc-zSO2HE3BHrrja0iBxmQSp-avTm74qaEqiXxCcQz48Rkk_e4CswWrMzUntMf6aY64XF_zzUe4boCibQvZfe5n0Oh2QUBhb1O-9S7X7g6nnnTSMIRdPd8L7D1Ah8dukcX4/s400/the-kills.jpg" /><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">E o fim começa, esse processo de intrusão da mente no que é emoção. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">E cada machadada na porta é mais um passo em direcçao do mesmo, uma perene forma de auto-destruiçao que parte dos proprios envolvidos. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Calibri;">O que dói nao é o processo em si, é mesmo assistir a ele acontecer.</span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-485971543292330132010-10-11T19:18:00.000-07:002010-10-11T19:24:10.145-07:00Praga de olhares vermelhos.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSb7k_5xdKDeZLQiwfhg4OT4Ps844hyphenhyphenCW9-Ffj_vu0VA6htzip7MVtT2RvNKHBDLTlsndnrxZAR2pCjIyE6ka8P8d6Udys8msmKm3FKNMo411hI1P_tKtVXvix15IuXI1s9AOl/s1600/Time_to_snow_by_leelloor.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526978913140562546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSb7k_5xdKDeZLQiwfhg4OT4Ps844hyphenhyphenCW9-Ffj_vu0VA6htzip7MVtT2RvNKHBDLTlsndnrxZAR2pCjIyE6ka8P8d6Udys8msmKm3FKNMo411hI1P_tKtVXvix15IuXI1s9AOl/s400/Time_to_snow_by_leelloor.jpg" /></a><br /><div><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-bidi-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >São histórias, muitas, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Que entreteriam qualquer um até ao infinito.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >E por elas não me sinto sozinho, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Desde o nascimento até à morte, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Fazem a minha viagem penosa<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Fazem na valer a pena. <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Queria lá estar com todos eles, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Sem senãos, <o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Para aproveitar a viagem.<o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >E que viagem essa seria.</span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><em><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></em> </p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" ></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" ><o:p></o:p></span></i></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" ><o:p></o:p></span></b></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >O mundo caia lá fora, toneladas de chuva partiam o silêncio da noite com um burburinho ensurdecedor. As coisas no meu quarto dormiam á melodia de uma música leve de emoção, numa voz doce feminina. Todas as coisas dormiam menos eu e o meu teclado que me ajuda a escrever. Por momentos o meu candeiro abriu o olho em descontentamento quando o liguei para me ajudar a ver as teclas, quer dormir e eu não o permito, quis escrever fosse o que fosse, parvo ou não. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Isto sou eu, escrita. E a escrita faz parte do que sempre serei, dê por onde der. O leitor é exigente, mas não tanto quanto eu sou comigo. Mais uma noite em branco sem conseguir escrever linhas significativas do meu próximo conto. Ás nove da manhã chegaram rápido e em movimentos lentos vesti-me e os meus pés entraram nas botas. Pareciam pesadas naquele dia, mais que nos outros. A luz incomodou-me os olhos, perfurando a minha sonolência. A caminho do café pensei no que faria para completar o prazo de escrita, tinha mais dois meses e não havia conseguido escrito nada nos meses anteriores. Que inutilidade. No café encontro o Victor num canto da mesa do canto. Sim, que redundância, como as minhas noites em claro a escrever nada. Aceno-lhe e ele responde, com as suas olheiras distintas. Esboço um sorriso amarelissimo. Peço um café cheio e um pastel de nata com canela. O costume. No fundo do meu cerebro aquela rotina podia ligar novamente o que queria. A escrita. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; TEXT-INDENT: 35.4pt; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';" >Sento me ao lado do Victor. «Hey.» Digo eu. «Hey.» Diz ele. «Como vai a escrita?» «Péssima. Não escrevi nada novamente.» Não consigo esconder nada, podia fingir sucesso... «Tendo em conta o teu problema...» Ele sorve um pouco do leite com café que bebia. «Devias mudar a tua rotina. Arranjei-te uma solução. Infelizmente tenho de passar com a familia o natal.» Não tenho familia na cidade onde vivo, e não tenho ligações significantes com quem me pertence, o natal era passado onde fosse. «Por isso podes usar a casa que tenho no Alentejo no natal, mudar essa rotina pode ser que te inspire. As paredes do teu quarto já devem tar fartinhas de olhar pra ti a desesperar.» Riu-se, o sacana. Era sacana mas era amigo, sempre achei que a ironia funcionava melhor nos outros do que em mim. Falta de treino provavelmente. «Talvez tenhas razão... passar o natal sozinho a escrever pode resultar para mim. Ou pelo menos não incómodo a minha familia com a minha depressão. Nesta altura preferem todos prendas e alegria, não chatos escritores.» «Ora bem, então toma as chaves e a morada. Não me destruas a casa, aproveita que aquilo fica numa vila alentejana sem muito para te distrair tirando florestas, casas dispersas e os sinos de uma igreja qualquer.» «Mas que bom... desde que não me dê uma de <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">Shinning</i> e com <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal">cabin fever</i> começar a matar pessoas pela vila... Acho que pode resultar.» «Isso era ironia?» «Tentativa de...» «Bem me pareceu.» Aparentemente nem no humor eu estava inspirado. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-17199165236041371342010-10-10T09:09:00.000-07:002010-10-10T10:03:04.774-07:00Aguardo.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iT8RU7m2BBpbMjzKKz6WGHkv3Q2Qko9rrVxBXuHVJykatrFjaVQamDW6eIzbfvqrXkqZmADI0daTst4sOSaBemT10BqRgT4y5VTL8sIXXA_HcHp_Sb7iEtMwnuTSfEpxhE9H/s1600/power+of+alchemy.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 293px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526450364833192146" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4iT8RU7m2BBpbMjzKKz6WGHkv3Q2Qko9rrVxBXuHVJykatrFjaVQamDW6eIzbfvqrXkqZmADI0daTst4sOSaBemT10BqRgT4y5VTL8sIXXA_HcHp_Sb7iEtMwnuTSfEpxhE9H/s400/power+of+alchemy.jpg" /></a><br /><div><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guarda-me amor, um pedaço do teu dia, um restar do teu perfeito afagar de cabelo. </span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guarda-me prazer e olhares, cumplicidade e beijos, que nunca faltem de flutuar.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guarda-me indícios de loucura sem fastio, suores e gemidos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guarda-me tempos e intervalos, momentos do tempo parados connosco, dançantes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Aguardo amor, pelos momentos que me sintas perto e sem medo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guardo-te amor, um filme ensaiado repleto de cenas romantizadas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guardo-te risos e piadas, gargalhadas que ressoam nas paredes de teu quarto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guardo-te horas de sono para sonhar contigo, sonhos quentes e sentidos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="LINE-HEIGHT: normal; MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman', 'serif'; mso-fareast-: PTfont-family:'Times New Roman';font-size:12;" >Guardo-te o futuro com toda a disposição de quem olha para ti e sente que os minutos não são perdidos, que as lágrimas são todas necessárias, que em todos os mundos paralelos me cruzo contigo e em todos eu suspiro de emoção.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 10pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Calibri;"></span></o:p></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-24745873932493993142010-09-08T14:55:00.000-07:002010-09-08T15:07:55.230-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mjE-zxP3xyEf6rH7v99aN4CAsT7KGQK2gcKGrdcT_PsgD5-CtCEa24M4bpNEbSVdkCowuGVBvGLIfsa5gCrPQCXyJI88ZR4pp2_kZ1YFMUF2_BOyeGkARaizj46gD9JBVr4E/s1600/GabStrange.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514666918576544322" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi2mjE-zxP3xyEf6rH7v99aN4CAsT7KGQK2gcKGrdcT_PsgD5-CtCEa24M4bpNEbSVdkCowuGVBvGLIfsa5gCrPQCXyJI88ZR4pp2_kZ1YFMUF2_BOyeGkARaizj46gD9JBVr4E/s400/GabStrange.jpg" /></a><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">O som côncavo da besta interior mexeu as paredes existentes da fortaleza<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">O som era terrivelmente horrível, dói a muito, fez o mal. Implodiu as portas seladas e a sombra passou para a sala interior. O coração planava majestosamente na sala, e os dedos pretos e pontiagudos do colosso negro agarraram o coração, lentamente, dedo por dedo, e riu se. Riu se tanto que se ouviu em todo o lado, e teve fome, oh tanta fome. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Na mesa de banquete da fortaleza vários monstros hediondos comem o coração de pança cheia, falam e falam com a boca cheia de comida, e riem imenso. Bebem lágrimas, frescas e revitalizantes, cheias de emoção antiga.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">No quarto dos fundos uma música funesta tocava no gira-discos poeirento e duas personagens conviviam um mesmo momento. Daniel Stram fazia as malas rapidamente para desaparecer daquela fortaleza já não segura. No mesmo sítio, o cavaleiro da lança, antes valoroso e agora uma casca quase sem vida, recebia uma massa amorfa de liquido preto viscoso em cima, que o penetrava pela pele e o transformava no Crosus, mortífero.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"> </span></o:p></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-84185078576208064242010-07-25T15:59:00.000-07:002010-07-25T16:02:38.751-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAflVlugoUHxvR5FpdhUKtqqPyL4KPI6HTkoUBopPyqdB_g4tAWRv0NGDCwKks41ZPlyO7_L25U6PMoPV9cioqoMCJ8peNOZk_6dSSgWG9cg2yUAyICClXbJGBRNtogfSU01CI/s1600/645d9b68114d85a087e7f43bf23e260e.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497982962236930290" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAflVlugoUHxvR5FpdhUKtqqPyL4KPI6HTkoUBopPyqdB_g4tAWRv0NGDCwKks41ZPlyO7_L25U6PMoPV9cioqoMCJ8peNOZk_6dSSgWG9cg2yUAyICClXbJGBRNtogfSU01CI/s400/645d9b68114d85a087e7f43bf23e260e.jpg" /></a><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ff0000;"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;">A vida sem arte morreria, perdida em si própria sem substância. </span></span><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ff0000;">Esta ideia passava vezes sem conta na vida de Daniel Stram. Escritor e apaixonado pela escrita dos outros, escrevia horas a fio.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-8445601956222363132010-07-25T15:53:00.000-07:002010-07-25T15:57:11.520-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujmocWBm6oj41crXyMluW-3YQaOzmxN3zMtCUVUM9onulvlKGh3i1P-Sgo66yMCkqJsV267cD1OUlKv2XRBcrPpCjEoAP5m9cBNMzUKj_YMZW-DJ9uoh0_8UbC6soKkTzJCjC/s1600/Intensidadezinha+deprimente.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 90px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 324px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497981621392775890" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhujmocWBm6oj41crXyMluW-3YQaOzmxN3zMtCUVUM9onulvlKGh3i1P-Sgo66yMCkqJsV267cD1OUlKv2XRBcrPpCjEoAP5m9cBNMzUKj_YMZW-DJ9uoh0_8UbC6soKkTzJCjC/s400/Intensidadezinha+deprimente.jpg" /></a><br /><div><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;">Se és de pedra eu sou de aço, caído da fornalha e quente de maldade. </span></span><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;">Sem medo de abrir, de embater a carne, preto e enjoado, laminado e atiçado</span></span><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;">A noite calejante, olha para mim de soslaio, fruto de passados épicos e nunca esquecidos.</span></span><br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;">Lua cheia, mar calmo e humidade no ar, o frio calmante, entorpece te a ti e a mim, tornando esta dança lenta, mas mortal sem erros.</span></span></p></div></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-72563933931777596322010-07-25T15:48:00.001-07:002010-07-25T15:52:24.262-07:00Acordar<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DshQCILlSXWp-xHV86jjZX67z1uLRfy6rsKUZfUdpma-6OHbPV0Moy0L73bd7jNLvDf3N-q_fRdYA9WMcP1n-x3EJPndtpDNGGPZRIhkHkNuAh-iwd-UB_UaDeJkxaXuYXon/s1600/Imagem+064.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 216px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497979740327546466" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9DshQCILlSXWp-xHV86jjZX67z1uLRfy6rsKUZfUdpma-6OHbPV0Moy0L73bd7jNLvDf3N-q_fRdYA9WMcP1n-x3EJPndtpDNGGPZRIhkHkNuAh-iwd-UB_UaDeJkxaXuYXon/s400/Imagem+064.jpg" /></a></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:10;color:black;"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';font-size:10;color:black;"></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O fundo do vaso é um vazio. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Peixe gordos sumarentos, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Vermelhos como o fogo, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Mexem-se sem água, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Perdidos insolentes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Num jardim verde em volta, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">As árvores dançam acompanhadas, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A musica de passáros iluminados, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Paradisíacos e tenazes. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A terra é um simbiose com a erva que lhe pertence. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">E chega a noite, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">E chega o mundo, realidade. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">A realidade acomoda, enche de nervos. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">As pupilas enrrigessem, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os dedos apertam o vaso e num movimento fusco o parte em pedaços, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">São muitos e muitos, e não param de partir. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">E são tantos e tantos e não param de me atormentar. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os peixes morrem, assustados, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Os passáros param desconfiados e as árvores temem, sossegadas. <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O silêncio instalado indica o terminar, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O terminar dum conto, <o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'MS Shell Dlg';"><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="color:#ffffff;">O arder da fantasia<o:p></o:p></span></span></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-10991767696543294112010-07-25T08:13:00.001-07:002010-07-25T08:30:56.151-07:00Mirror Moments of My Life.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipbkXlOYXP06StbTODUJ0vYrdm0SfEgX3dthH14V4hixlQQA9ipOnrT25eB-LDe0tx4MyR1QmO_ryK_JNFm1M3FYFWWBvSnt-GfOFiTCQWAucKfqXMUmUQ3Va8xnsOnK7_dvet/s1600/tempos+de+jogador.+Pj+e+luis+em+cena+tb.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; 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148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497863309244199954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDe10siHQ2Ih5Zzq3_ayKMh-TzjNI1NeNAdYlAV4AfPpInh17m1m3h-tD5NAwd8vK6cce8JuUpE7NTTSSajW656GbDkTVRyOyOLnSpXESrIcY3kAVEnG83WOaAHuApbzo7ld1W/s400/Intelectual.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-82481158186739488602010-06-02T20:39:00.000-07:002010-06-02T20:47:34.426-07:00Azedume (good guys endure shit alone)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY3zP91grQRYLUVgsWqTz1pvnCNbWfYRsa_K2UazC3RjYiUHADVNwzihsyBcy9NXQyjSgF5m7c9GgMIEzxilN-wKd-adPouO8Dcd91ejpzaaz3KQyS0QqdV59SznVdxaJR2FE/s1600/Ike_Vs_Black_Knight_by_TornDragon.png"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478388013114711314" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwY3zP91grQRYLUVgsWqTz1pvnCNbWfYRsa_K2UazC3RjYiUHADVNwzihsyBcy9NXQyjSgF5m7c9GgMIEzxilN-wKd-adPouO8Dcd91ejpzaaz3KQyS0QqdV59SznVdxaJR2FE/s400/Ike_Vs_Black_Knight_by_TornDragon.png" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Ao longe todas as caras da minha História </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Apresentavam se como sempre foram. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Verdadeiras como a própria realidade. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Há musicas que ligam me ao mundo de fantasia </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Momentos também. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Oh esses momentos, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Lindos e destruidores, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Virgulas na frase longa que é a minha vida, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Um perdurar de emoções e lágrimas, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Sorrisos e passeios com o vento frio na cara, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Salpicando me com lições.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">E ali estavam como sempre, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Todos eles, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os mais negros e poderosos, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os mais alegres e animadores. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os seus sons vibrando, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Desde a coragem de armadura prateada </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Ao desespero de mão de sombra escura. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os prados verdes e as montanhas, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os castelos e ruínas, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A linha costeira escarpada. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tudo isto dentro de um pedaço de carne </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tão pequenino como eu. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tudo isto e muito mais. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">São histórias, muitas, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Que entreteriam qualquer um até ao infinito.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">E por elas não me sinto sozinho, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Desde o nascimento até à morte, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Fazem a minha viagem penosa</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Fazem na valer a pena. </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Queria lá estar com todos eles, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Sem senãos, </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Para aproveitar a viagem.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">E que viagem essa seria.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-22195925124753808792010-05-25T17:25:00.000-07:002010-05-25T17:28:22.467-07:00Solitude<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3lXuFHho765khoKmizGZhxbPcs2WZRhnsLxkYfvV9BG88Wt-YyxjIj1P4XBajb6dvkqoBDt34RSQigoIYVMcPDbOvKOasxdDF_hqC60Q60AI3QweOezC8QjyDHPEmtfrsu2V/s1600/Fantasy_by_MiraDemona.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 318px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475368685042327474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgl3lXuFHho765khoKmizGZhxbPcs2WZRhnsLxkYfvV9BG88Wt-YyxjIj1P4XBajb6dvkqoBDt34RSQigoIYVMcPDbOvKOasxdDF_hqC60Q60AI3QweOezC8QjyDHPEmtfrsu2V/s400/Fantasy_by_MiraDemona.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><div><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">O Colosso ambala mais uma vez. <?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A fúria de que mim faz parte. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Relembrando-me que ficar em isolamento.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Sozinho é o melhor.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Que nunca me magoa a ausência de pessoas. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Sim a predominância delas.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A dor é circular e a tua mente é única. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">O padrão azulado que as tuas ondas criam. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">São impercéptiveis aos outros.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tal como seria de esperar. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">E estás sozinho, feliz. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Sem pessoas e desilusões. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Abusos ou esquecimentos. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Saudades ou maus agradecimentos. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Perdidos e em pânico andamos.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Quando a exposição ao sol nos magoa. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Quando a solitude termina.</span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-8248399729110482192010-04-20T16:07:00.000-07:002010-04-20T16:19:17.212-07:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Zi-vQh3eqos_3Sogiaf2egx5sc7EWQ-4kFHNO4mJjXKNs_FAKTs8tNS5LJ_ElzqPj1QKiMZdZW4-rt2i3lLVLI4C4E0QOqpvgnSO9UUQUIqGO81UzB5WyOPeAUt0VOk-Avsw/s1600/the+Wrath+ruins.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 259px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462363139186837586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9Zi-vQh3eqos_3Sogiaf2egx5sc7EWQ-4kFHNO4mJjXKNs_FAKTs8tNS5LJ_ElzqPj1QKiMZdZW4-rt2i3lLVLI4C4E0QOqpvgnSO9UUQUIqGO81UzB5WyOPeAUt0VOk-Avsw/s400/the+Wrath+ruins.jpg" /></a><br /><div>O mundo caia lá fora, toneladas de chuva partiam o silêncio da noite com um burburinho ensurdecedor. </div><br /><div>As coisas no meu quarto dormiam á melodia de uma musica leve de emoção, numa voz doce feminina. </div><br /><div>Todas as coisas dormiam menos eu e o meu teclado que me ajuda a escrever. </div><br /><div>Por momentos o meu candeiro abriu o olho em descontentamento quando o liguei para me ajudar a ver as teclas, quer dormir e eu não o permito, quis escrever fosse o que fosse, parvo ou não. </div><br /><div>Isto sou eu, escrita. </div><br /><div>E a escrita faz parte do que sempre serei, dê por onde der.</div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-57363127515804335722010-03-06T18:41:00.000-08:002010-03-06T18:43:35.910-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyIjAD_ahCs74Hi5DXp1i86SixYUMBgj0Q-9wwS1H0rW9A0VvB0m_GnWQIywljz85LmQkQ4cPlN8TfreXOR1znS3sSgQlpLuHQKKM8SsplK8UIVzDt4EP1736KatzPGsj3JZX/s1600-h/wreck+boundaries.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 254px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445717055020994546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLyIjAD_ahCs74Hi5DXp1i86SixYUMBgj0Q-9wwS1H0rW9A0VvB0m_GnWQIywljz85LmQkQ4cPlN8TfreXOR1znS3sSgQlpLuHQKKM8SsplK8UIVzDt4EP1736KatzPGsj3JZX/s400/wreck+boundaries.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os meus dedos sentem falta do toque das cordas da guitarra. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Perdem tempo à procura de lamentos para escrever e de me tentar colocar gotas na cara, mas não conseguem. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">São soldados perdidos, corpos intermitentes na chuva. </span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Nem um trovão no céu, nem um, e eu que os permito tanto, por vezes os peço.</span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-53356599997532178622010-03-06T18:33:00.000-08:002010-03-06T18:37:33.432-08:00Cantos e violino.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6ripbXfhyP_xR8gfUiTdH9liX6M3qNIDCZLpq5sJC9peeaP2bq54zb-cXsMJ4uyXqt34Ig8-BOV0flDj85bU8jWJwtXZgvnSUAYWZPvfHb1aOHtr1QRsXuhlVBdHOm0f25fs/s1600-h/IMG_36500.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 364px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445715309303735954" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS6ripbXfhyP_xR8gfUiTdH9liX6M3qNIDCZLpq5sJC9peeaP2bq54zb-cXsMJ4uyXqt34Ig8-BOV0flDj85bU8jWJwtXZgvnSUAYWZPvfHb1aOHtr1QRsXuhlVBdHOm0f25fs/s400/IMG_36500.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Chuva preta que me cai, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Pinta os ombros e cara, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Destrói elementos de mim, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Abala pilares necessários. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Perdura como ecos de gotas antigas em poças estranhas. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Enche e enche aquele velho poço, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Cheio de monstros, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Cheio de loucos. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Falam pouco, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Mas contam histórias de maldição, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Horror e pena. </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">E são eles os sábios do universo, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Os insanos do esquecimento, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Aqueles de que ninguém se lembra, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Nem na morte.</span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-54300444383104652542010-03-03T19:42:00.000-08:002010-03-03T19:49:41.430-08:00"The sky looks amazing today"<p align="left"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87veWBhia5S0UBdIujnOaaeEDHf1bSLxPL8_OW3eqwZalUfjP_JWBAqxne0kNbnujg3bilCoTWPNZ6FS3nr5POA1RFT7bYXO_r_0ahhBmeRS-GFsVs1t5eQyJoc1aB5hM6Spi/s1600-h/death+scroll+ruins.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444620029685935938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg87veWBhia5S0UBdIujnOaaeEDHf1bSLxPL8_OW3eqwZalUfjP_JWBAqxne0kNbnujg3bilCoTWPNZ6FS3nr5POA1RFT7bYXO_r_0ahhBmeRS-GFsVs1t5eQyJoc1aB5hM6Spi/s400/death+scroll+ruins.jpg" /></a></p><br /><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Lua azul que me domina, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Cai de luz sobre a cidade, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tua metade me conta historias, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A outra metade esconde sustos, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Perco tempo a te olhar, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Pela janela de meu quarto, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Embaciada e pequena, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tal como tu ao meu olhar, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Um coraçao desenhado me poe em paz, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Tudo por tua causa lua azul, </span><br /></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Lua azul que me ilumina.</span></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-61777488689181213162010-02-25T06:50:00.000-08:002010-02-25T09:33:30.091-08:00Updates<p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';color:#ffffff;">Continuo cheio de trabalho e de afazeres, ainda com mais coisas. parece me que quanto mais escrevo mais coisas me aparecem para fazer. O meu projecto rpg está de momento parado na fase de construcçao, mas com as novas sessoes surgem me novas ideis e desenvolvem se coisas novas. por isso nao estou preocupado. A minha tese de mestrado esta a desenvolver se com alguns obstaculos, mas com as novas guidelines do meu tutor da alemanha tenho conseguido criar conteudo, alem de ter conseguido manter o projecto vivo, mesmo que por vezes pareça que vá morrer, eu nao deixo. Ainda leio artigos sobre o assunto, escrevo, continuo o projecto fisico de base de dados para a universidade, penso arduamente e angustiosamente no meu tema de doutoramento, leio e pesquiso livros (tenho forçosamente de ir a lisboa pesquisar coisas) e continuo na luta por procurar as bolsas e financiamentos, escrever e adaptar coisas já escritas por mim em artigos está de momento de lado, visto ter imensas coisas para fazer de momento...<br />Vida social coitadita. tenho tido pouca. mas este fim de semana que vem vou aproveitar para ir a casa mãe para descansar um bocadito e visitar a familia e amigos de infancia.</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Estou a ver:<br />Bored to dead (mto bom)<br />Smallville (more fucking awesome each day:P)<br />Erica (interessante)</span></span></p><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"></span><br /><span style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS';"><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Souleater</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">Batman: brave and bold</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Espero:<br />mais entourage<br />naruto sem fillers<br /></span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">movies im waiting for:</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">prince of persia</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">kick ass</span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;">alice in wonderland </span></p><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="color:#ffffff;"><br />Loving:<br />a minha namorada :P</span></span></p>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-46628059352910492822010-02-17T18:31:00.001-08:002010-02-17T18:40:38.306-08:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLA1Oirp6Ir41HAZRkPM8P837da1g1WreNeLBcvN62CdZxKsTYPflpyVSzoGa1TNSxTDY1Kd4-ILtAPsICz3lIytOOXSjavPkRqwoq0sA7maALsdWYo0po1bmWXPtD-imsA-D/s1600-h/Set051244.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439407840918533602" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVLA1Oirp6Ir41HAZRkPM8P837da1g1WreNeLBcvN62CdZxKsTYPflpyVSzoGa1TNSxTDY1Kd4-ILtAPsICz3lIytOOXSjavPkRqwoq0sA7maALsdWYo0po1bmWXPtD-imsA-D/s400/Set051244.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Alone the night strikes me once more.<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">And my mind wanders into darken planes<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Awful paintings of shadow and blood<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Monsters and ilusions<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I got myself a new soul to wear<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">And a long face to swear<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">That im independent<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Im a lonely glass in the trail<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">A horned devil in the land.<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><o:p><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></o:p></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">I need to speak my mind<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">To get the whell dry<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Struck a light on the floor<o:p></o:p></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Flash the eyes on the carpet<o:p></o:p></span></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24155748.post-44432755315294615382010-02-17T17:45:00.000-08:002010-02-17T17:53:42.784-08:00Bard<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKk_HhuMAqEBh7-7skS59DKL_tkdiXK1kfOv1Cb75f7F1ttffEx6aqXsmMZd7ETbMu-AcBxo4QK5Snb_9EVuF8mUKrubv0f5iCzzlAxAbqlVGs-edG5d6wYQRBPBOuRwOLljX4/s1600-h/v0_full.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 230px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439395752202138706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhKk_HhuMAqEBh7-7skS59DKL_tkdiXK1kfOv1Cb75f7F1ttffEx6aqXsmMZd7ETbMu-AcBxo4QK5Snb_9EVuF8mUKrubv0f5iCzzlAxAbqlVGs-edG5d6wYQRBPBOuRwOLljX4/s400/v0_full.jpg" /></a><br /><div><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">Took you two years to win my heart<br />Then two words to break it<br />The love you ignited,<br />You firefighted and roared<br />Bellowing into the rainy night<br /><br />They say heartbreak is good for the skin<br />But all that it's helped is my drinking<br />Picking fights with myself and my friends<br />And my friends threatening to do me in<br /><br />Took you two years to win my heart<br />Then two words to break it<br />More surprising than two years of lying is how people let You get away with it<br /><br />Saturday sleep-ins with no distractions<br />Summer sun and songbirds<br />Once kept afloat on a venetian boat<br />Blotted out by your two words<br /><br />Mighty Leon, wind the tape<br />And be sure of one thing<br />Every song from a heart this mangled<br />Will be draped in strings, strings, strings</span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;">- owen pallett</span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: EN-GB; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" lang="EN-GB" >Do not offer me a contract<br />Got no use for a house by the sea<br />All I ask for is a warm body<br />To keep this winter from killing me<br /><br />Everytime you close your eyes and lie still<br />You look just like a dead man<br />Dead man, dead man, I'll sing your story<br />Dead man come to live again<br /><br />Scan the skies for signs of heaven<br />Heaven, what use is heaven for you?<br /></span><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" >Spend your time instead<br />Spend your time with us, us</span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" ></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" >- owen pallett</span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" ></span></span></p><br /><p style="MARGIN: 0cm 0cm 0pt" class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-ansi-language: EN-GB" lang="EN-GB"><span style="FONT-FAMILY: 'Times New Roman'; mso-ansi-language: PT; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: ZH-CNfont-family:SimSun;font-size:12;" ></span></span></p></div>Rorscharchttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05285591965018818745noreply@blogger.com0