<?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-27638477</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:40:14.111Z</updated><title type='text'>My World of Make Believe</title><subtitle type='html'>"The hole you put me in wasn't deep enough, and I'm climbing out now"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-1976289804426868522</id><published>2008-06-18T14:13:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T14:14:26.452+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Podemo-nos comparar a Deus e à Criação do Universo quando falamos do nosso Amor...&lt;br /&gt;É sem dúvida algo majestoso, incrível, complexo...&lt;br /&gt;Mas muito mais importante... demora muito mais que 7 dias a construir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-1976289804426868522?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/1976289804426868522/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=1976289804426868522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1976289804426868522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1976289804426868522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2008/06/podemo-nos-comparar-deus-e-criao-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-1685707484043287158</id><published>2008-05-09T08:58:00.012+01:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T17:42:50.308+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:webdings;font-size:180%;"  &gt;No... I'm not dead... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just that some dreams are too beautiful to talk about...&lt;br /&gt;Other ones are too dark for me to try and remember...&lt;br /&gt;And a few amount of ones... well they just faded away...&lt;br /&gt;So many things I have lost, learned... so many times I have cried, laughed...&lt;br /&gt;I still don't know where to begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;A minha fantasia de felicidade absoluta é demasiado infantil para ser praticável. Ou talvez eu seja demasiado cínico para a pôr em prática. Ainda assim, quando vôo para aquele fragmento do ontem, onde cheira a baunilha e a terra molhada, e onde ainda nos olhamos nos olhos, não há impossíveis que não desafiem a sua natureza...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe then this will mean anything. I don't want to stop fighting if I can still win.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I real? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Are you real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me what's real!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-1685707484043287158?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/1685707484043287158/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=1685707484043287158&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1685707484043287158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1685707484043287158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2008/05/no.html' title=''/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-6512774666537690484</id><published>2007-07-30T12:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T13:26:56.073+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Imaginary</title><content type='html'>Como já referi anteriormente, eu tenho muito a mania de me fechar no meu mundo e esquecer tudo aquilo que me rodeia, passear por lá e meter as ideias em ordem...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vou tentar descrever da melhor maneira possível esse Mundo para o qual eu viajo quando estou triste, preocupado, confuso, ou porque simplesmente me apetece estar sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Para começar, ainda não o conheço na totalidade, sei que ainda há muitos sítios que estão por explorar, não é por ser o meu Mundo que o tenho de conhecer a 100%...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3OWWwodWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-J8djVA6BI/s1600-h/gy140-sbt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3OWWwodWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-J8djVA6BI/s400/gy140-sbt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092953637087901026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consigo ver um enorme campo com flores de todas as cores, muitas árvores de frutos, animais por todo o lado, e um rio enorme que passa pelo meio, tem também muitas casas pequeninas feitas de vários tipos de metais preciosos e decoradas com pedras como o diamante, a esmeralda e o rubi... para os seres pequeninos morarem... O céu muda de cor muitas vezes... acho que está sempre de acordo com o meu estado de espírito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3Og2wodXI/AAAAAAAAABA/9bfIIXkwLTs/s1600-h/s640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3Og2wodXI/AAAAAAAAABA/9bfIIXkwLTs/s200/s640x480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092953817476527474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas este mundo não é apenas cor de rosa, cheio de passarinhos e arco-íris... Também há uma floresta, uma grande floresta com um aspecto tenebroso e sombrio... tenho medo de lá entrar, não sei o que significa, não sei porquê que tem de estar presente num mundo quase perfeito... só sei que muitas vezes dou por mim no meio dessa floresta a fugir de sombras, de sons horríveis que me perseguem e de fantasmas que me são bastante familiares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3PYmwodaI/AAAAAAAAABY/16HkXtN6KEQ/s1600-h/forest.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3PYmwodaI/AAAAAAAAABY/16HkXtN6KEQ/s320/forest.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092954775254234530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este meu mundo é cheio de beleza, tem tudo o que eu preciso para ser feliz, não existe maldade ou tristeza... a não ser na floresta negra... mas de resto é um mundo que seria perfeito para lá viver... O que me faz sentir melhor quando lá estou, é o seu aspecto inocente e puro... mas também isso me preocupa... não sei bem porquê... acho que cada vez que lá estou, deixo de acreditar que existem perigos no mundo real...&lt;br /&gt;Tu também estás presente... e faço os possíveis para te ver sempre que por lá passo, mas às vezes deixas uma mensagem com os seres pequeninos que lá vivem a dizer que nesse dia não podes estar comigo, não me podes abraçar... mas eu volto sempre, o mais rápido possível, é a única maneira que me resta para conseguir estar contigo meu amigo, nem que seja por uma milésima de segundo...&lt;br /&gt;Enfim... é este o meu mundo, o meu refugio, os meus sonhos, a minha segunda realidade... que muitas vezes acaba por se tornar naquela em que acredito...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3PmmwodbI/AAAAAAAAABg/e8RIjTl9d3Y/s1600-h/CA116LR66.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3PmmwodbI/AAAAAAAAABg/e8RIjTl9d3Y/s400/CA116LR66.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5092955015772403122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-6512774666537690484?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/6512774666537690484/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=6512774666537690484&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/6512774666537690484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/6512774666537690484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/07/imaginary.html' title='Imaginary'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rq3OWWwodWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/F-J8djVA6BI/s72-c/gy140-sbt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-221449189611786457</id><published>2007-07-18T03:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T05:07:33.191+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in Action</title><content type='html'>Tenho estado muito ausente do blog, aliás eu tenho estado muito ausente em relação a tudo... Escrevi pela ultima vez em Abril, desde então a minha vida já mudou um bocadinho...&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpa por não ter atendido aos pedidos para voltar a escrever, mas às vezes não tenho paciência, outras vezes entro aqui e penso "Não consigo, não vale a pena, já não me sinto capaz de escrever...".&lt;br /&gt;De facto, não tenho sido o mesmo desde já há algum tempo, não sei explicar muito bem, mas acho que foi por me ter fechado um pouco no meu World of Make Believe... a pensar na minha vida, a pensar nas mudanças que se avizinham...&lt;br /&gt;Para começar, já estou de férias, deixei algumas cadeiras para trás, mas nada de grave... porque tomei uma decisão... estou a tratar dos papeis de transferência, estou decidido a sair de Faro, e vou continuar o meu curso em Lisboa...&lt;br /&gt;Esta grande mudança que está para breve, isto se a transferência for aceite, tem-me feito pensar muito em tudo, nos meus amigos, na minha familia, na minha vida no Algarve, e não menos importante... no meu namorado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas está decidido, eu vou mesmo... sempre quis ir, estou a ter apoio de todas as pessoas à minha volta, embora a maior parte implore para eu ficar...&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo contar todas a novidades agora... Vou fazer um breve update...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lá em casa as coisas com os meus pais estão melhores, temos uma relação mais próxima, e pela primeira vez na minha vida gosto de estar com eles;&lt;br /&gt;- Ando muito melhor em termos psicológicos, já não ando tão melancólico, ando a sorrir mais vezes;&lt;br /&gt;- A minha relação está muito melhor, tanto eu, como ele estamos a fazer um esforço para meter o passado para trás das costas;&lt;br /&gt;- Desde Abril que não corto o cabelo, estou a deixar crescer, já está grandinho;&lt;br /&gt;- Fiz um piercing novo, já tenho 3, meu Deus isto é mesmo viciante, já estou a pensar no próximo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por agora é tudo, prometo manter o blog actualizado e fazer algumas mudanças no visual do blog, assim que aprender a mexer melhor nisto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez peço desculpa pela minha ausencia... e devo um pedido de desculpas também aqui ao meu refúgio cibernético, o meu blog fez 1 ano de existência em Maio e eu nem lhe vim dar os parabéns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um grande abraço a todos os meus leitores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rp18uxcqtpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vdf-REeo-EA/s1600-h/ditIyg834062-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rp18uxcqtpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vdf-REeo-EA/s320/ditIyg834062-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088360296987932306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'M BACK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-221449189611786457?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/221449189611786457/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=221449189611786457&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/221449189611786457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/221449189611786457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/07/back-in-action.html' title='Back in Action'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/Rp18uxcqtpI/AAAAAAAAAAo/vdf-REeo-EA/s72-c/ditIyg834062-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-1387488467726488180</id><published>2007-04-28T04:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-28T05:19:44.503+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(In)Certezas</title><content type='html'>No amor não há certezas, porque raramente se acerta... Já pisei muito chão de pés descalços, já deixei as minhas pegadas na areia, mas nada NUNCA é para sempre e as certezas duram um momento. E esse momento parece perfeito, mas dura apenas isso. Já passaram muitas pessoas pela minha vida e eu nem notei, outras marcaram-me, magoaram, deixaram saudades, lembranças, lágrimas, esperanças, incertezas... Certezas, quem as tem?&lt;br /&gt;Já chorei sozinho e acompanhado, já sorri e ri até chorar, já me fechei em mim, já me perdi em ti, tantas vezes que me esqueci. Já respirei um novo ar e fiz promessas sinceras, já errei muitas vezes, já fracassei e voltei a tentar, o único erro é desistir! Já caí em muitos buracos e já tropecei em muitas pedras e hoje tenho quase um castelo erguido... Tudo aquilo em que acreditamos se desvanece, o "sempre" dá lugar ao "nunca mais", mas como nada é para sempre, também isso muda e voltamos a acreditar que dessa vez vai ser diferente e para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;Mas há sempre uma mão que nos socorre... Um longo caminho a percorrer, entre medos e desejos lá se vão as certezas de novo e continuo perdido. De repente o trilho muda, a história recomeça e as personagens vão e veem, riem e fazem-me acreditar que tudo é possivel... Viver é realizar sem medo de perder, mas de que adianta termos o mundo igual a um sonho se não temos o sonho que o torna diferente?!&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aqui estou eu, sem segredos e sem medos, em direção a ti e talvez não seja bem este o caminho, mas certezas, quem as tem? Eu NÃO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/RjLKyAYfMdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NhBPWiNI5Tw/s1600-h/pon+and+zi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/RjLKyAYfMdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NhBPWiNI5Tw/s320/pon+and+zi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058328291935465938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-1387488467726488180?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/1387488467726488180/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=1387488467726488180&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1387488467726488180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/1387488467726488180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/04/certezas-quem-as-tem.html' title='(In)Certezas'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/RjLKyAYfMdI/AAAAAAAAAAg/NhBPWiNI5Tw/s72-c/pon+and+zi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-3765043355980378114</id><published>2007-04-26T17:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T17:23:14.262+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Try</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nelly Furtado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RFswRaf7Q8"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5RFswRaf7Q8" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-3765043355980378114?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/3765043355980378114/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=3765043355980378114&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/3765043355980378114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/3765043355980378114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/04/try.html' title='Try'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-1903355411975449522</id><published>2007-04-15T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-15T18:16:30.674+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Moment You Believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqoIJTLAr84"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UqoIJTLAr84" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melanie C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to face what you are hiding from&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to do this on your own&lt;br /&gt;Together we are strong&lt;br /&gt;We don't need anyone&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say the time has come&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now to start a new beginning&lt;br /&gt;With all our hopes and all our dreams&lt;br /&gt;And I know the stars will shine for you and for me&lt;br /&gt;From the moment you believe&lt;br /&gt;I know they think that I'm no good for you&lt;br /&gt;But we both know that they're wrong&lt;br /&gt;Together we can fight&lt;br /&gt;Show everyone we're right&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what they say our time has come&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now to start a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;When you believe there's nothing you can't overcome&lt;br /&gt;When you believe the earth is brighter than the sun&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready now to start a new beginning...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/RiJdhTwOssI/AAAAAAAAAAY/C0uvz247OTM/s1600-h/18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" 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href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/04/moment-you-believe.html' title='The Moment You Believe'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nByospF1F4o/RiJdhTwOssI/AAAAAAAAAAY/C0uvz247OTM/s72-c/18.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117588024127563973</id><published>2007-04-06T18:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T18:29:21.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over Again</title><content type='html'>(Ronan Keating)&lt;br /&gt;Turn down the lights, turn up the radio.&lt;br /&gt;There's a fire in your eyes an' it's keepin' me warm.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me like it was yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;When we both felt our spirits collide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Rita Guerra)&lt;br /&gt;Ainda lembro o momento&lt;br /&gt;Em que o sol brilhou em ti&lt;br /&gt;No segundo em que vi&lt;br /&gt;No teu rosto um sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Vem deitar-te aqui&lt;br /&gt;Ocupa o espaço que à entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Sente a magia de não estarmos sós&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;This time can be like the first time:&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes an' soon we'll be there.&lt;br /&gt;No man mind could ever guess what we're feelin'.&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame; make a wish;&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, watch it start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time that you touched my skin.&lt;br /&gt;(all over again.)&lt;br /&gt;I tasted heaven, take me there again.(all over again.)&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on:&lt;br /&gt;Then i fall in love with you all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Rita Guerra)&lt;br /&gt;Juntos podemos voar&lt;br /&gt;No universo em que vivemos&lt;br /&gt;E enquanto estamos aqui&lt;br /&gt;Aproveitar o que temos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ronan Keating)&lt;br /&gt;What i'm trying to say,&lt;br /&gt;Is that you are so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Let me say it all over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;(Both)&lt;br /&gt;Coz this time can be like the first time,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, and soon you'll be there&lt;br /&gt;No man could ever guess what he's feeling,&lt;br /&gt;Turn a spark to a flame,&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, close your eyes, won't you start all over again.&lt;br /&gt;Just like the first time you touched my skin,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;I tasted heaven take me there again,&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Your taste,&lt;br /&gt;It turns me on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;That i fall in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;I keep falling in love, with you.&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All over again&lt;br /&gt;All over again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/478701/pon_and_zi--large-msg-115290725306.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/811401/pon_and_zi--large-msg-115290725306.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117588024127563973?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117588024127563973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117588024127563973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117588024127563973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117588024127563973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/04/all-over-again.html' title='All Over Again'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117464418649853705</id><published>2007-03-23T10:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:03:06.500Z</updated><title type='text'>Where Are You Now?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I think of you&lt;br /&gt;and wonder where you are&lt;br /&gt;and if you think of me on lonely nights&lt;br /&gt;or dream about me when there's nothing left to dream&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect you to miss me&lt;br /&gt;and I know the phone will never ring&lt;br /&gt;with your voice hanging on the other line&lt;br /&gt;but I have to know&lt;br /&gt;if I'm in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;or if you forgot about me&lt;br /&gt;like you promised you never would&lt;br /&gt;I can't bear the thought&lt;br /&gt;of what we shared&lt;br /&gt;being nothing than a footnote&lt;br /&gt;in a forgotten chapter of your life&lt;br /&gt;and even though I only think of you&lt;br /&gt;during the loneliest hours of the night&lt;br /&gt;Part of me is still hoping&lt;br /&gt;that you're thinking of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/92316/love%20u.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/89390/love%20u.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117464418649853705?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117464418649853705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117464418649853705&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117464418649853705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117464418649853705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/03/where-are-you-now.html' title='Where Are You Now?'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117464388202168853</id><published>2007-03-23T10:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-23T11:13:49.326Z</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>No matter the friends I keep&lt;br /&gt;It's always alone I sleep&lt;br /&gt;No matter the people with whom I talk&lt;br /&gt;It's alone I shall be forced to walk&lt;br /&gt;When night drops cold across the land&lt;br /&gt;and I'm searching for someone's hand&lt;br /&gt;I know that none shall be found&lt;br /&gt;for their distance does abound&lt;br /&gt;With time I've grown so cold&lt;br /&gt;I've slipped beyond the edge of my fold&lt;br /&gt;and in darkened corner I shall face the night&lt;br /&gt;distanced from this evil fight&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;alone&lt;br /&gt;forever alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/891623/NeedPonZi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/242911/NeedPonZi.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117464388202168853?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117464388202168853/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117464388202168853&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117464388202168853'/><link 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trying again?&lt;br /&gt;Your silence makes me hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;All the time has passed you by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watched the clouds drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Still the sun can't warm my face&lt;br /&gt;I know it was destined to go wrong&lt;br /&gt;You were looking for the great escape&lt;br /&gt;To chase your demons away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so long, I've tried to shield you from the world&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't face the freedom on your own&lt;br /&gt;Here I am&lt;br /&gt;Left in silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been so lost since you've gone&lt;br /&gt;Why not me before you?&lt;br /&gt;Why did fate deceive me?&lt;br /&gt;Everything turned out so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why did you leave me in silence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave up the fight&lt;br /&gt;You left me behind&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;You'll always be mine&lt;br /&gt;I know deep inside&lt;br /&gt;All that stands forgiven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/908433/Left%2BBehind%2B4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/133344/Left%2BBehind%2B4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to stop beliving in a dream that will never be real...&lt;br /&gt;There's a bigger world out there...&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up this fight...&lt;br /&gt;I'm moving on...&lt;br /&gt;With you in my heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117373323094928322?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117373323094928322/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117373323094928322&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117373323094928322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117373323094928322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/03/forgiven_12.html' title='Forgiven'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117249897205140269</id><published>2007-02-26T14:07:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-03-01T20:51:03.260Z</updated><title type='text'>What have you done</title><content type='html'>Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbAPt30K9Yg"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rbAPt30K9Yg" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Understand that I need to&lt;br /&gt;Wish that I had other choices&lt;br /&gt;Than to harm the one I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'd better stop trying&lt;br /&gt;You know that there's no denying&lt;br /&gt;I won't show mercy on you now&lt;br /&gt;I know I should stop believing&lt;br /&gt;I know that there's no retrieving&lt;br /&gt;It's over now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are sleepping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done ?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I killed you?&lt;br /&gt;Would you mind if I tried to&lt;br /&gt;Cause you have turned into my worst enemy?&lt;br /&gt;You carry hate that I feel&lt;br /&gt;It's over now&lt;br /&gt;What have you done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are sleepping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done?&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not fall&lt;br /&gt;Won't let it go&lt;br /&gt;We will be free&lt;br /&gt;When it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I've been waiting for someone like you&lt;br /&gt;But now you are sleepping away&lt;br /&gt;What have you done now?&lt;br /&gt;Why, Why does fate make us suffer&lt;br /&gt;There's a curse between us&lt;br /&gt;Between me and you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117249897205140269?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117249897205140269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117249897205140269&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117249897205140269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117249897205140269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/02/what-have-you-done.html' title='What have you done'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117155753828933524</id><published>2007-02-15T16:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-15T16:38:58.453Z</updated><title type='text'>Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lindsay Lohan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the walls around me crumble&lt;br /&gt;but it's not like I wont build them up again&lt;br /&gt;so here's your last chance for redemption&lt;br /&gt;So take it while it lasts cause it will end&lt;br /&gt;And my tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you, honestly&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;cause if the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be the one to chase you&lt;br /&gt;but at the same time you're the heart that I call home&lt;br /&gt;I'm always stuck with these emotions&lt;br /&gt;and the more I try to feel the less I'm whole&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you, honestly&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;cause if the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'll be the first to go&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna be the last to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over... Over... Over...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears are turning into time&lt;br /&gt;I've wasted trying to find a reason for goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;I can't live without you&lt;br /&gt;Can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I dream about you, honestly&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;cause if the world is spinning and I'm still living&lt;br /&gt;It won't be right if we're not in it together&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly tell me&lt;br /&gt;Honestly tell me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/722753/muchlove.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/393936/muchlove.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117155753828933524?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117155753828933524/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117155753828933524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117155753828933524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117155753828933524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/02/over.html' title='Over'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117138791282370751</id><published>2007-02-13T17:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-13T17:31:52.870Z</updated><title type='text'>My world of make believe</title><content type='html'>Há muito que quero dizer...&lt;br /&gt;Mas as palavras não surgem...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas fragmentos daquilo que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Uma grande tristeza assombra o meu coração...&lt;br /&gt;Sim, por causa de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque tu tens esse poder!&lt;br /&gt;Continuo aqui...&lt;br /&gt;O meu coraçao não de dá alternativa...&lt;br /&gt;Embora não queiras... tu tens esse poder...&lt;br /&gt;E tu? Estás aí?&lt;br /&gt;Deixei de sentir a tua presença à muito tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Disseste que o que eu quero não é o que eu preciso...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei do que preciso... é de ti!&lt;br /&gt;Sim, porque apesar de tudo... Tu ainda tens esse poder...&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração obriga-me a isto...&lt;br /&gt;A continuar aqui... debaixo desse feitiço, desse poder...&lt;br /&gt;O meu mundo transformou-se...&lt;br /&gt;A minha realidade é acreditar num sonho...&lt;br /&gt;Num sonho que me disseste já não existir...&lt;br /&gt;Mas criei um mundo novo...&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo a preto e branco...&lt;br /&gt;Onde espero por ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/648867/28482762_5d0bd684d0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/213124/28482762_5d0bd684d0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117138791282370751?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117138791282370751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117138791282370751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117138791282370751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117138791282370751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-world-of-make-believe.html' title='My world of make believe'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-117060238056185339</id><published>2007-02-04T15:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-04T15:19:40.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Disaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He drowns in his dreams&lt;br /&gt;An exquisite extreme I know&lt;br /&gt;He’s as damned as he seems&lt;br /&gt;And more heaven than a heart could hold&lt;br /&gt;And if I try to save him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;My whole world could cave in&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;It just ain't right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is after&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's magic and myth&lt;br /&gt;As strong as what I believe&lt;br /&gt;A tragedy with&lt;br /&gt;More damage than a soul should see&lt;br /&gt;And do I try to change him?&lt;br /&gt;So hard not to blame him&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;br /&gt;Hold on tight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is after&lt;br /&gt;But he’s so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm longing for love and the logical&lt;br /&gt;But he's only happy hysterical&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for some kind of miracle&lt;br /&gt;Waited so long&lt;br /&gt;So long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s soft to the touch&lt;br /&gt;But frayed at the end he breaks&lt;br /&gt;He’s never enough&lt;br /&gt;And still he's more than I can take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh 'cause I don't know&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what is after&lt;br /&gt;But he's so beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;And if I could hold on&lt;br /&gt;Through the tears and the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Would it be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful disaster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/619947/E20295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/491434/E20295.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-117060238056185339?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/117060238056185339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=117060238056185339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117060238056185339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/117060238056185339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/02/beautiful-disaster.html' title='Beautiful Disaster'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116888819814883229</id><published>2007-01-15T19:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-15T19:09:58.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Só Tu Podes Alcançar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;4 Taste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: arial; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal;"&gt;Trocamos muito mais que um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que achei que podia dar&lt;br /&gt;Aos segredos que dizias guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por momentos acreditei&lt;br /&gt;Que isto&lt;br /&gt;Não era um sonho que pintei&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dos tantos que criei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode dar&lt;br /&gt;Só tens de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Dá-me a mão e..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dar-te o mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode resultar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me mostrar quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te ir com o que dou&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos um dia de cada vez&lt;br /&gt;sei que&lt;br /&gt;podemos viver sem porquês&lt;br /&gt;Afinal só depende de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabemos que tudo pode mudar&lt;br /&gt;Não sabemos o que pode dar&lt;br /&gt;Este olhar que agora é amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode dar&lt;br /&gt;Só tens de tentar&lt;br /&gt;Da-me a mão e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dar-te o mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode resultar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me mostrar quem sou&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te ir com o que dou&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes&lt;br /&gt;Talvez&lt;br /&gt;Nunca consiga mostrar&lt;br /&gt;Porquês&lt;br /&gt;São barreiras p'ra avançar&lt;br /&gt;Desta vez&lt;br /&gt;Faz um esforço p'ra alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dar-te o mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Sei que pode resultar&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-te levar por mim&lt;br /&gt;Deixa-me dar-te o mundo assim&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes alcançar&lt;br /&gt;Só tu podes alcançar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trocámos muito mais que um olhar&lt;br /&gt;Tanto&lt;br /&gt;Que achei que podia dar&lt;br /&gt;Aos segredos que dizias guardar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/406449/Lindo%20xD%20ou%20nao.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/103693/Lindo%20xD%20ou%20nao.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116888819814883229?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116888819814883229/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116888819814883229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116888819814883229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116888819814883229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/01/s-tu-podes-alcanar.html' title='Só Tu Podes Alcançar'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116866369012114235</id><published>2007-01-13T04:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-13T04:48:10.140Z</updated><title type='text'>Even God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;Charlotte Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even God can’t change the past&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thought this love would last&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why, who am I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling when I'm hurt&lt;br /&gt;That’s when I'm satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what it's worth&lt;br /&gt;To pursue the holy life&lt;br /&gt;I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;Even when I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can give you love&lt;br /&gt;Even when I've been denied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, who's loving who?&lt;br /&gt;Who, who's fooling who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even God can't change the past&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I've cried&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thought this love would last&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling what is love&lt;br /&gt;If it never gets you high&lt;br /&gt;Should we sit and wait&lt;br /&gt;While the wasted years roll by&lt;br /&gt;Is there time to say&lt;br /&gt;If I lie I apologize&lt;br /&gt;never go away&lt;br /&gt;please stay here by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, who’s fooling who?&lt;br /&gt;Who, who's loving who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even god cant change the past&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thought this dream would last&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They try to break you&lt;br /&gt;They try to steal your stars&lt;br /&gt;If they ever take you&lt;br /&gt;Just remember who you are&lt;br /&gt;They try to hate you&lt;br /&gt;Just like some love bazaar&lt;br /&gt;It’s a sign of weakness&lt;br /&gt;to be afraid of what you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, who’s loving who?&lt;br /&gt;Who, who’s fooling who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even God can’t change the past&lt;br /&gt;No matter how many tears I’ve cried&lt;br /&gt;Yes I thought this pain would pass&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why?&lt;br /&gt;Who am I to question why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/295168/4e331f846d78cb09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/400/878626/4e331f846d78cb09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116866369012114235?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116866369012114235/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116866369012114235&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116866369012114235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116866369012114235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/01/even-god.html' title='Even God'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116839270401662269</id><published>2007-01-10T01:25:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-02-02T14:32:34.826Z</updated><title type='text'>Before and After Us</title><content type='html'>Fingertips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is made of our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Broken hearts and slaps in the face&lt;br /&gt;Just like you&lt;br /&gt;So I go along my way&lt;br /&gt;And come along to say&lt;br /&gt;That I’ve lived enough for today&lt;br /&gt;You don't know my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already hurt myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t belong in your eyes, Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;I thought I knew you but I should have&lt;br /&gt;looked deep in to your eyes, Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Today is something new 'cause&lt;br /&gt;this is me before and after us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m calling you weak&lt;br /&gt;Eleven months were so much more&lt;br /&gt;than a week of lies and fun&lt;br /&gt;So I’m here to burn those days&lt;br /&gt;You won’t ever touch my face&lt;br /&gt;Cause now I see how I forgot&lt;br /&gt;every smile you stole away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t need to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;I’ve already hurt myself...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/909394/434580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/400/169780/434580.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116839270401662269?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116839270401662269/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116839270401662269&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116839270401662269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116839270401662269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/01/before-and-after-us.html' title='Before and After Us'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116778291484208369</id><published>2007-01-02T23:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-03T00:08:34.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Dark Moment</title><content type='html'>Percebo teu ponto de vista...&lt;br /&gt;Deixares-me ir sem sequer dares a cara...&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que eu fiz por ti, tu simplesmente tornaste isto um erro e atiras-te-mo à cara...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tudo por ti e apesar disso tu viras-te-me as costas...&lt;br /&gt;Consigo sentir que todos os meus esforços foram nulos acerca do que eu te queria tentar mostrar, só me apetece desaparecer. E em todos momentos sinto que todo este trabalho foi escasso, escolhes-te-me e no fim de contas cuspis-te-me da tua vida, não há nada mais que eu possa sentir... prefiro refugiar-me na minha solidão...   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A fraqueza é um dos teus pontos fracos...&lt;br /&gt;Não vais fazer mais parte dos meus melhores momentos, para me dares mais constrangimentos prefiro que me expulses de vez, não conseguis-te utilizar a verdade como uma arma... dei-te tanto da minha vida e tudo que me disseste foi adeus, podias ter escolhido um momento mais favorável...&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que devia te abanar para ver se acordas, mas agora já não vale a pena, deixa-me em paz, livre e feliz... é mesmo fantástico as coisas que eu comecei a sentir, afinal não vou ficar sozinho, já que sou forte demais para que isso aconteça...&lt;br /&gt;Lutar, lutar e lutar, até que esta arma me abandone...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/256765/victoria_frances_favole_017.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/176401/victoria_frances_favole_017.3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116778291484208369?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116778291484208369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116778291484208369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116778291484208369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116778291484208369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2007/01/dark-moment.html' title='Dark Moment'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116676154715302270</id><published>2006-12-22T04:22:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-27T22:14:47.526Z</updated><title type='text'>Primeiro Momento</title><content type='html'>Amo-te! Quero-te!&lt;br /&gt;preciso do teu ser... longe ou perto,&lt;br /&gt;kero-te a ti...&lt;br /&gt;poder dar e receber!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ilusao nao sera certamente,&lt;br /&gt;paixao louca, vivida,&lt;br /&gt;quente e poderosa,&lt;br /&gt;amor forte e potente!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;es qualquer coisa como...&lt;br /&gt;forte...abrasadora...&lt;br /&gt;de palavras carinhosas, de gestos profundos&lt;br /&gt;teu tocar... teu olhar,&lt;br /&gt;Oh meu Deus... como te venero!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer?! Como eskecer?!&lt;br /&gt;tudo tao rapido... mas tudo tao vivido!&lt;br /&gt;sera verdade? sera mentira?&lt;br /&gt;a vida me dara a resposta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serao poucas as palavras&lt;br /&gt;para descrever o teu Eu!&lt;br /&gt;um Eu inexplicavel...&lt;br /&gt;porque realmente és simplesmente TU!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos um so!&lt;br /&gt;duas partes que se completam,&lt;br /&gt;senti-me durante muito tempo como&lt;br /&gt;um puzzle incompleto...&lt;br /&gt;onde estavas tu? enfim... apareceste!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completaste-me!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/592540/love-screensaver_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/356164/love-screensaver_3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116676154715302270?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116676154715302270/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116676154715302270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116676154715302270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116676154715302270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/primeiro-momento.html' title='Primeiro Momento'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116665230197744215</id><published>2006-12-20T22:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-20T22:05:01.980Z</updated><title type='text'>All I Want For Christmas Is You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is...&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;There's just one thing I need&lt;br /&gt;I don't care about the presents&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;I don't need to hang my stocking&lt;br /&gt;There upon the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus won't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;With a toy on Christmas day&lt;br /&gt;I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;You baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't ask for much this Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I don't even wish for snow&lt;br /&gt;I'm just gonna keep on waiting&lt;br /&gt;Underneath the mistletoe&lt;br /&gt;I won't make a list and send it&lt;br /&gt;To the North Pole for Saint Nick&lt;br /&gt;I won't even stay awake to&lt;br /&gt;Hear those magic reindeers click&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just want you here tonight&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to me so tight&lt;br /&gt;What more can I do&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is you&lt;br /&gt;Ooh baby&lt;br /&gt;All the lights are shining&lt;br /&gt;So brightly everywhere&lt;br /&gt;And the sound of children's&lt;br /&gt;Laughter fills the air&lt;br /&gt;And everyone is singing&lt;br /&gt;I hear those sleigh bells ringing&lt;br /&gt;Santa won't you bring me the one I really need&lt;br /&gt;Won't you please bring my baby to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas&lt;br /&gt;This is all I'm asking for&lt;br /&gt;I just want to see my baby&lt;br /&gt;Standing right outside my door&lt;br /&gt;Oh I just want you for my own&lt;br /&gt;More than you could ever know&lt;br /&gt;Make my wish come true&lt;br /&gt;Baby all I want for Christmas is...&lt;br /&gt;You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I want for Christmas is you... baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/575414/big2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/3941/big2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116665230197744215?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116665230197744215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116665230197744215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116665230197744215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116665230197744215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/all-i-want-for-christmas-is-you.html' title='All I Want For Christmas Is You'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116624055991293592</id><published>2006-12-16T03:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-16T03:42:39.943Z</updated><title type='text'>Sleep</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Azure Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fill these spaces up with days&lt;br /&gt;in my room you can go you can stay&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you, I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;Now these years locked on my drawer&lt;br /&gt;I'll open to see just to be sure&lt;br /&gt;And so i'm reaching out for the one&lt;br /&gt;And so i've learned the meaning of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view&lt;br /&gt;And watching through my own light&lt;br /&gt;As it tints the shade of you&lt;br /&gt;Hold my wine hold it in&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's lost but nobody wins&lt;br /&gt;And I cant sleep, I cant speak to you, I cant sleep&lt;br /&gt;And so i'm reaching out for the one&lt;br /&gt;And so i've learned the meaning of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And all this like a message comes to shift my point of view&lt;br /&gt;And watching through my own light&lt;br /&gt;As it tints the shade of you&lt;br /&gt;Hold my wine hold it in&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's lost&lt;br /&gt;but nobody wins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;I can't speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And So I'm reaching out for the one&lt;br /&gt;And So I've learned the meaning of the sun&lt;br /&gt;And All this like a message to shift my point of view&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching through my own light as it turns the shade of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, i cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;I cant sleep, I cant speak to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/772691/fd2blarge1a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/400/71499/fd2blarge1a1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116624055991293592?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116624055991293592/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116624055991293592&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116624055991293592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116624055991293592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/sleep.html' title='Sleep'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116580760037869451</id><published>2006-12-11T03:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-11T03:27:05.230Z</updated><title type='text'>Stand My Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within Temptation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0315rB-ojo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E0315rB-ojo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116580760037869451?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116580760037869451/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116580760037869451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116580760037869451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116580760037869451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/stand-my-ground.html' title='Stand My Ground'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116548492181240002</id><published>2006-12-07T09:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-07T09:50:24.136Z</updated><title type='text'>The Pieces Don't Fit Anymore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been twisting and turning in a space that's too small&lt;br /&gt;I've been drawing the line and watching it fall&lt;br /&gt;You've been closing me in, closing the space in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fading and watching us fall apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, don't misunderstand how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Coz I've tried, yes I've tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;No I don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You pulled me under so I had to give in&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful mess that's breaking my skin&lt;br /&gt;Well I'll hide all the bruises; I'll hide all the damage that's done&lt;br /&gt;But I show how I'm feeling until all the feeling has gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't explain why it's not enough&lt;br /&gt;Coz I gave it all to you&lt;br /&gt;And if you leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Oh just leave me now&lt;br /&gt;It's the better thing to do&lt;br /&gt;It's time to surrender&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long pretending&lt;br /&gt;There's no use in trying&lt;br /&gt;When the pieces don't fit anymore&lt;br /&gt;The pieces don't fit anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/686144/heart%20puzzle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/400/446020/heart%20puzzle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116548492181240002?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116548492181240002/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116548492181240002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116548492181240002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116548492181240002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/pieces-dont-fit-anymore.html' title='The Pieces Don&apos;t Fit Anymore'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116528984954312751</id><published>2006-12-05T03:24:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-12-06T17:18:35.876Z</updated><title type='text'>End of all Hope</title><content type='html'>Odeio amar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Odeio tudo o que o amor representa...&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje não vou mais acreditar em "Amo-te!"...&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje não quero sentir Amor, Paixão, ou qualquer outro sentimento...&lt;br /&gt;Irei para sempre esquecer o teu toque... o teu abraço... o teu beijo...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje digo "Adeus!" ao Amor, porque não quero mais amar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Mas toda a dor que me causaste...&lt;br /&gt;Toda a dor que senti por te amar...&lt;br /&gt;Essa vou recordar para sempre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/803721/bring%20me%20to%20life.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/400/57329/bring%20me%20to%20life.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116528984954312751?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116528984954312751/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116528984954312751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116528984954312751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116528984954312751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/end-of-all-hope_05.html' title='End of all Hope'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116508746205189268</id><published>2006-12-02T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-03T01:43:50.643Z</updated><title type='text'>Wonderful World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-0pXggSdGo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/R-0pXggSdGo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been down so low&lt;br /&gt;People look at me and they know&lt;br /&gt;They can tell something is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Like I don't belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Staring through a window&lt;br /&gt;Standing outside, they're just too happy to care tonight&lt;br /&gt;I want to be like them&lt;br /&gt;But I'll mess it up again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tripped on my way in&lt;br /&gt;And got kicked outside, everybody saw...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that I was doing well&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so full of love&lt;br /&gt;It just comes spilling out&lt;br /&gt;It's uncomfortable to see&lt;br /&gt;I give it away so easily&lt;br /&gt;But if I had someone I would do anything&lt;br /&gt;I'd never, never, ever let you feel alone&lt;br /&gt;I won't I won't leave you, on your own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But who am I to dream?&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are for fools, they let you down...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that I was doing well&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that I could make it better&lt;br /&gt;I'd give anything for you to call me, or maybe just a little letter&lt;br /&gt;Oh, we could start again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;But I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;Well I thought that I was doing well&lt;br /&gt;But I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;I can't feel it right now&lt;br /&gt;I got all the right clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;I just want to cry now&lt;br /&gt;Well I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;From the sky down to the sea&lt;br /&gt;But I can only see it when you're here, here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know that it's a wonderful world&lt;br /&gt;When you're with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James Morrison, o meu novo vicio, um cantor com uma voz espectacular, e com músicas que me dizem muito... É bastante diferente do tipo de música que costumo ouvir normalmente, mas são as músicas dele que mais me têem feito sorrir ultimamente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/1600/651075/truelove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7254/2916/320/328734/truelove.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A letra desta música representa tudo o que estou a sentir neste momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116508746205189268?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116508746205189268/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116508746205189268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116508746205189268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116508746205189268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/wonderful-world.html' title='Wonderful World'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116498803677100548</id><published>2006-12-01T15:46:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-12-01T15:54:22.996Z</updated><title type='text'>So Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hilary Duff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYnev6GTaNM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CYnev6GTaNM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;br /&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;br /&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, I'm a step ahead&lt;br /&gt;If you're moving on, I'm already gone&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Adoro esta música!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116498803677100548?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116498803677100548/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116498803677100548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116498803677100548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116498803677100548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/12/so-yesterday.html' title='So Yesterday'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116465636214685391</id><published>2006-11-27T19:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-29T21:46:51.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Better Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Melanie C &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0SjSJMtlL0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/m0SjSJMtlL0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como não tenho andado muito bem, meio confuso da cabeça... e um pouco perdido... depois disso tudo, e de tar farto de sofrer... Tomei uma decisão...&lt;br /&gt;Vou permanecer sozinho, não vou procurar ninguém, não vou querer ninguém, e vou ver se de uma vez por todas meto estas depressões e tristezas todas de lado...&lt;br /&gt;Assim não chego a lado nenhum, e não é trancado em casa que vou melhorar... vou começar a ir às aulas, dedicar-me aos trabalhos e a ser verdadeiramente feliz... depois logo vem o amor... quando tiver mais estabilizado em questões psicológicas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chega de sofrer... I'm better alone my dear... And this time is for good...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116465636214685391?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116465636214685391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116465636214685391&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116465636214685391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116465636214685391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/better-alone.html' title='Better Alone'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116465472992512933</id><published>2006-11-27T19:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-27T19:25:39.223Z</updated><title type='text'>You Give Me Something</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James Morrison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I2MuOXyzAU"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4I2MuOXyzAU" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116465472992512933?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116465472992512933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116465472992512933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116465472992512933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116465472992512933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-give-me-something.html' title='You Give Me Something'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116412411884497824</id><published>2006-11-21T15:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:48:38.866Z</updated><title type='text'>Messages for You...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dido - Here With Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxWK8AZHo-U"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rxWK8AZHo-U" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Di-Rect - Don't Kill Me Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKVPjpszpkA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CKVPjpszpkA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lifehouse - You and Me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/so8Y8sRLFnM"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/so8Y8sRLFnM" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ronan Keating - When You Say Nothing At All&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AuJrEBtmM1Q" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116412411884497824?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116412411884497824/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116412411884497824&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116412411884497824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116412411884497824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/messages-for-you.html' title='Messages for You...'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116412174739651933</id><published>2006-11-21T15:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-21T15:09:07.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Emotions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destiny's Child &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRBZOTBCapo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRBZOTBCapo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes I wish that I couldn't feel emotions at all...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116412174739651933?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116412174739651933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116412174739651933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116412174739651933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116412174739651933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/emotions.html' title='Emotions'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116287480994208331</id><published>2006-11-07T04:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-07T04:46:49.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Breakaway</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kelly Clarkson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grew up in a small town&lt;br /&gt;And when the rain would fall down&lt;br /&gt;I'd just stare out my window&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of what could be&lt;br /&gt;And if I'd end up happy&lt;br /&gt;I would pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to reach out&lt;br /&gt;But when I tried to speak out&lt;br /&gt;Felt like no one could hear me&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to belong here&lt;br /&gt;But something felt so wrong here&lt;br /&gt;So I'd pray&lt;br /&gt;I could break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna feel the warm breeze&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a palm tree&lt;br /&gt;Feel the rush of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Get onboard a fast train&lt;br /&gt;Travel on a jetplane&lt;br /&gt;Far away&lt;br /&gt;And break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;I'll do what it takes till I touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Make a wish, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget all the ones that I love.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings with a hundred floors&lt;br /&gt;Swinging with revolving doors&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don't know where they'll take me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep movin on movin on&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;Break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly.&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy to tell you goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away.&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the sun.&lt;br /&gt;But I won't forget the place I come from&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take a risk, take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Make a change, and break away&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway&lt;br /&gt;Break away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Precious_Things___Fly_Away_by_brown_eyezz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/Precious_Things___Fly_Away_by_brown_eyezz.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116287480994208331?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116287480994208331/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116287480994208331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116287480994208331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116287480994208331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/breakaway.html' title='Breakaway'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116276052792066055</id><published>2006-11-05T20:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-06T18:54:37.536Z</updated><title type='text'>Lacrymosa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out on your own&lt;br /&gt;cold and alone again&lt;br /&gt;can this be what you really wanted, baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;set your guilt free&lt;br /&gt;nothing can hold you back now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;I feel like myself again&lt;br /&gt;grieving the things I can't repair and willing ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To let you blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;and set your guilt free&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold you back now love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't change who I am&lt;br /&gt;not this time, I wont lie to keep you near me&lt;br /&gt;and in this short life, there's no time to waste on giving up&lt;br /&gt;my love wasn't enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can blame it on me&lt;br /&gt;just set your guilt free, honey&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hold you back now love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Lost_Angel_by_Inkino.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/Lost_Angel_by_Inkino.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116276052792066055?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116276052792066055/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116276052792066055&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116276052792066055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116276052792066055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/lacrymosa.html' title='Lacrymosa'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116248967541465351</id><published>2006-11-02T17:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-03T05:41:14.183Z</updated><title type='text'>My Immortal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHCWfJcr2hA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/AHCWfJcr2hA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116248967541465351?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116248967541465351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116248967541465351&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116248967541465351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116248967541465351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/my-immortal.html' title='My Immortal'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116248931725505202</id><published>2006-11-02T17:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-11-04T23:26:43.686Z</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect by nature&lt;br /&gt;Icons of self indulgence&lt;br /&gt;Just what we all need&lt;br /&gt;More lies about a world that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;Have you no shame? Don't you see me?&lt;br /&gt;You know you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here she comes now&lt;br /&gt;Bow down and stare in wonder&lt;br /&gt;Oh how we love you&lt;br /&gt;No flaws when you're pretending&lt;br /&gt;But now I know she&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how you've betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;And somehow you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without the mask, where will you hide?&lt;br /&gt;Can't find yourself lost in your lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the truth now&lt;br /&gt;I know who you are&lt;br /&gt;And I don't love you anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;You don't know how you've betrayed me&lt;br /&gt;And somehow you've got everybody fooled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never was and never will be&lt;br /&gt;You're not real and you can't save me&lt;br /&gt;Somehow now you're everybody's fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/1057546872_ybodysfool.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/1057546872_ybodysfool.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me dentro do meu pequeno mundo outra vez... Quero sair desta escuridão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reach but I feel only air at night.&lt;br /&gt;Not you, not love, just nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me here, by myself&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZqXGIe9QyY"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GZqXGIe9QyY" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116248931725505202?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116248931725505202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116248931725505202&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116248931725505202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116248931725505202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/11/everybodys-fool.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Fool'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116207444951812090</id><published>2006-10-28T23:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T23:29:30.956+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Long hard road out of hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;embed id="radioblog_player_0" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" width="180" height="23" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#9B9B9B" flashvars="id=0&amp;status=maximize&amp;amp;filepath=http://lolitainbloom.free.fr/radio.blog/sounds/Marilyn Manson - Long Hard Road Out Of Hell.rbs&amp;colors=body:#9B9B9B;border:#BBBBBB;button:#000000;player_text:#111111;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to fly into your sun&lt;br /&gt;Need faith to make me numb&lt;br /&gt;Live like a teenage christ&lt;br /&gt;I'm a saint, got a date with suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Mary, Mary&lt;br /&gt;To be this young is oh so scary&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Mary&lt;br /&gt;To be this young I'm oh so scared&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never said forever, could ever hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;You never said forever, could ever hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spin my way out of hell, theres nothing left this soul to sell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live fast and die fast too&lt;br /&gt;How many times to do this for you?&lt;br /&gt;How many times to do this for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, Mary&lt;br /&gt;To be this young I'm oh so scared&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never said forever, could ever hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;You never said forever, could ever hurt like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna live, I wanna love&lt;br /&gt;But its a long hard road, out of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sell my soul for anything, anything but you&lt;br /&gt;Sell my soul for anything, anything but you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já há bastante tempo que não passava por aqui. Hoje decidi voltar, com uma musica do Manson. Descreve o que sinto, claro. I want to live. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116207444951812090?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116207444951812090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116207444951812090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116207444951812090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116207444951812090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/10/long-hard-road-out-of-hell.html' title='Long hard road out of hell'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116188096535193199</id><published>2006-10-26T17:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T16:57:13.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Pale</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seems not the same,&lt;br /&gt;Though I know nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;It's all my state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;I can't leave it all behind.&lt;br /&gt;I have to stand up to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;From the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;In the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;That the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;It will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, should realise&lt;br /&gt;Time is precious, it is worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Despite how I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;Have to trust it will be all right.&lt;br /&gt;Have to stand up to be stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;From the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;In the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;That the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;It will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this night is too long.&lt;br /&gt;I have no strength to go on.&lt;br /&gt;No more pain, I'm floating away.&lt;br /&gt;Through the mist I see the face&lt;br /&gt;Of an angel, who calls my name.&lt;br /&gt;I remember you're the reason I have to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to try to break free&lt;br /&gt;From the thoughts in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Use the time that I have,&lt;br /&gt;I can't say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;Have to make it right.&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight, cause I know&lt;br /&gt;In the end it's worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;That the pain that I feel slowly fades away.&lt;br /&gt;It will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Unchained%20Heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/Unchained%20Heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei em muitas músicas para pôr aqui hoje... Nenhuma delas servia para mostrar os meus sentimentos em toda a sua plenitude... Encontrei esta música, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pale&lt;/span&gt; dos &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within Temptation&lt;/span&gt;, e reparei que a letra da música diz exactamente o que estou a sentir...&lt;br /&gt;É mais uma música que anuncia mudança na minha vida, ou pelo menos que quero atingir essa mudança...&lt;br /&gt;A música transmite a mensagem de que tenho de lutar, não posso desistir, que tudo pode ser diferente e que, como eu costumo dizer, "A dor é inevitável, mas o sofrimento é opcional", e eu escolhi não sofrer mais, e vou fazer tudo por tudo para ser feliz...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a ti amiga, sem dúvida és o anjo que me protege em todos os bons e maus momentos, e consegues dar-me apoio e uma palavra de conforto, apesar de tudo o que se passa na tua vida... Não tenho palavras para exprimir o quanto te estou agradecido. Amo-te muito meu anjo cor-de-rosa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/rszc2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/rszc2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am breaking free from my past... I am unchaining my heart...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116188096535193199?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116188096535193199/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116188096535193199&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116188096535193199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116188096535193199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/10/pale.html' title='Pale'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116179075446086538</id><published>2006-10-25T16:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T17:10:28.636+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Song I'm Wasting On You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Evanescence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling grey&lt;br /&gt;Through my own veins&lt;br /&gt;Any more than a whisper&lt;br /&gt;Any sudden movement of my heart&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I know I'll have to watch them pass away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just get through this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up your way, you could be anything,&lt;br /&gt;Give up my way,&lt;br /&gt;and lose myself,&lt;br /&gt;not today&lt;br /&gt;That's too much guilt to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sickened in the sun&lt;br /&gt;You dare tell me you love me&lt;br /&gt;But you held me down and screamed you wanted me to die&lt;br /&gt;Honey you know, you know I'd never hurt you that way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're just so pretty in your pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give up my way, and I could be anything&lt;br /&gt;I'll make my own way&lt;br /&gt;Without your senseless hate....hate...hate.....hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So run, run, run&lt;br /&gt;And hate me, if it feels good&lt;br /&gt;I can't hear your screams anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lied to me&lt;br /&gt;But I'm older now&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not buying baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding my response&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother breaking the door down&lt;br /&gt;I found my way out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you'll never hurt me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Poster_21511.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/Poster_21511.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Broken%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116179075446086538?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116179075446086538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116179075446086538&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116179075446086538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116179075446086538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/10/last-song-im-wasting-on-you.html' title='The Last Song I&apos;m Wasting On You'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116102873180793124</id><published>2006-10-16T20:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T23:08:52.016+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly</title><content type='html'>Hilary Duff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/I%20Want%20To%20Fly.jpg_thumb.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/I%20Want%20To%20Fly.jpg_thumb.2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any moment, everything can change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;For a minute, all the world can wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go of your yesterday&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it in your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Can you trust this longing?&lt;br /&gt;And take control,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And start to try, cause it's your time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All your worries, leave them somewhere else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find a dream you can follow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reach for something, when there's nothing left,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world's feeling hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you hear it calling?&lt;br /&gt;Can you feel it in your soul?&lt;br /&gt;Can you trust this longing?&lt;br /&gt;And take control,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You can shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And start to try, cause it's your time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And when you're down and feel alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just want to run away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trust yourself and don't give up,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know you better than anyone else,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any moment, everything can change,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the wind on your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;For a minute, all the world can wait,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Let go of yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Open up the part of you that wants to hide away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can shine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And start to try,&lt;br /&gt;Fly&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the reasons why you can't in life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And start to try, cause it's your time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time to fly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In a moment, everything can change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já há muito tempo que não vinha aqui escrever, ultimamente tenho só postado letras de músicas que me faziam pensar na minha vida, e os respectivos videoclips... mas acho que agora já estou apto a escrever...&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente muita coisa mudou na minha vida... e tenho passado uma fase má, mas desde ontem que tenho andado diferente, o meu sorriso já se consegue notar... Não se passou nada de especial que fizesse mudar a minha tristeza, acho que simplesmente acordei para a vida, e vejo que há coisas bem melhores que tar sempre a pensar em tudo o que aconteceu...&lt;br /&gt;Finalmente a minha vida está a andar para a frente e estou a esquecer tudo de mau que me abalou neste último mês... Vamos ver até quando isto dura, sim porque o meu lado pessimista, esse nunca desaparece, faz parte de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos têem sido um grande apoio nesta fase da minha vida, e a eles agradeço muito mesmo, também digo um muito obrigado ao meu ex-namorado, apesar de nos termos magoado muito e de termos passado esta fase péssima, ele nunca deixou de me ajudar em tudo o que podia... Obrigado lindo, nunca vou esquecer os momentos bons que passámos, e os maus... esses vão ficar para trás, esquecidos, enterrados... Nunca te esqueças do quão importante és para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/SweetEmotion_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/SweetEmotion_2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vai ser a minha vez de brilhar, agora vou fazer tudo por mim, vou lutar pela minha felicidade, esteja ela onde estiver, nem que eu tenha de ir para a China!&lt;br /&gt;Sinto que a partir de agora a minha vida vai melhorar bastante, até porque agora eu estou mesmo determinado a que isso seja possível.&lt;br /&gt;Vou finalmente cumprir as promessas que fiz ao meu melhor amigo... e SER FELIZ!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abraços a todos, e obrigado por lerem o meu blog!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116102873180793124?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116102873180793124/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116102873180793124&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116102873180793124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116102873180793124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/10/fly.html' title='Fly'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-116044367564681745</id><published>2006-10-10T02:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T16:18:17.180+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Trouble</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Coldplay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQPX2e_m5Eo"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DQPX2e_m5Eo" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I see,&lt;br /&gt;A spider web is tangled up with me,&lt;br /&gt;And I lost my head,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of all the stupid things I said,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no whats this?&lt;br /&gt;A spider web, and Im caught in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;So I turned to run,&lt;br /&gt;The thought of all the stupid things Ive done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;And I never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And i, well if I ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no I see,&lt;br /&gt;A spider web and its me in the middle,&lt;br /&gt;So I twist and turn,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am in my little bubble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing, I never meant to cause you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do you wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And i, well if I ever caused you trouble,&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, I never meant to do you harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me,&lt;br /&gt;They spun a web for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/happy.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/200/happy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I NEVER MEANT TO CAUSE YOU TROUBLE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-116044367564681745?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/116044367564681745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=116044367564681745&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116044367564681745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/116044367564681745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/10/trouble.html' title='Trouble'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115896171783993683</id><published>2006-09-22T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T13:25:20.780+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/sora_silhouette_thumb-798951.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/sora_silhouette_thumb-798951.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sarah Mclachlan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And lead me through the fire&lt;br /&gt;Be the long awaited answer&lt;br /&gt;To a long and painful fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told I've tried my best&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere along the way&lt;br /&gt;I got caught up in all there was to offer&lt;br /&gt;And the cost was so much more than I could bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen...&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I have messed up&lt;br /&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all begin with good intent&lt;br /&gt;Love was raw and young&lt;br /&gt;We believed that we could change ourselves&lt;br /&gt;The past could be undone&lt;br /&gt;But we carry on our backs the burden&lt;br /&gt;Time always reveals&lt;br /&gt;The lonely light of morning&lt;br /&gt;The wound that would not heal&lt;br /&gt;It's the bitter taste of losing everything&lt;br /&gt;That I have held so dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen...&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I have messed up&lt;br /&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven bent to take my hand&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere left to turn&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost to those I thought were friends&lt;br /&gt;To everyone I know&lt;br /&gt;Oh they turned their heads embarassed&lt;br /&gt;Pretend that they don't see&lt;br /&gt;But it's one missed step&lt;br /&gt;You'll slip before you know it&lt;br /&gt;And there doesn't seem a way to be redeemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I've tried, I've fallen...&lt;br /&gt;I have sunk so low&lt;br /&gt;I have messed up&lt;br /&gt;Better I should know&lt;br /&gt;So don't come round here&lt;br /&gt;And tell me I told you so...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_uHN6vP-Pc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S_uHN6vP-Pc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now... all there was in life means nothings to me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now... that I am dead inside...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now... I am just a shadow...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115896171783993683?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115896171783993683/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115896171783993683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115896171783993683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115896171783993683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115887484036766682</id><published>2006-09-21T22:31:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T23:02:00.626+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me When You're Sober</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/ev_pl14hi-res.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/ev_pl14hi-res.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should I let you fall?&lt;br /&gt;Lose it all?&lt;br /&gt;So maybe you can remember yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Can't keep believing,&lt;br /&gt;We're only deceiving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sick of the lie,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't take the blame.&lt;br /&gt;Sick with shame.&lt;br /&gt;Must be exhausting to lose your own game.&lt;br /&gt;Selfishly hated,&lt;br /&gt;No wonder you're jaded.&lt;br /&gt;You can't play the victim this time,&lt;br /&gt;And you're too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;You want me,&lt;br /&gt;Come find me.&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You never call me when you're sober.&lt;br /&gt;You only want it cause it's over,&lt;br /&gt;It's over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I have burned paradise?&lt;br /&gt;How could I - you were never mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't cry to me.&lt;br /&gt;If you loved me,&lt;br /&gt;You would be here with me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie to me,&lt;br /&gt;Just get your things.&lt;br /&gt;I've made up your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxw89RS5_qQ"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/oxw89RS5_qQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115887484036766682?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115887484036766682/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115887484036766682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115887484036766682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115887484036766682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/call-me-when-youre-sober.html' title='Call Me When You&apos;re Sober'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115814897516252735</id><published>2006-09-13T12:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-16T19:04:01.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/t-sang_de_rose1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/t-sang_de_rose1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="style20"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Milk Inc feat. Regi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another day,&lt;br /&gt;I’m wondering through the city trying to find my way,&lt;br /&gt;But I see you,&lt;br /&gt;And every stranger that walks by,&lt;br /&gt;They all seem to ask me why,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;If there’s a cure,&lt;br /&gt;To stop me from feeling insecure,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be sure that,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off without me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Things will turn out for the best,&lt;br /&gt;But how can I be sure,&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds in store,&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew that maybe I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another word,&lt;br /&gt;To tell the same old story I've already heard,&lt;br /&gt;No one knows,&lt;br /&gt;Why I've been acting so strangely,&lt;br /&gt;They all should just let me be.&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don’t know if there’s a cure,&lt;br /&gt;Just stop me from feeling insecure,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to be sure that,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off without me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Things will turn out for the best,&lt;br /&gt;But how can I be sure,&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds in store,&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew that maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drifting out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;I chased the same old shadows every day and night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I hear you,&lt;br /&gt;Your footsteps echo around me,&lt;br /&gt;They still haven't found me though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look around,&lt;br /&gt;But your not there,&lt;br /&gt;Are we still going anywhere?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you around that corner?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I getting warmer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you on your way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I find the words to say that?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Your better off without me,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe,&lt;br /&gt;Things will turn out for the best,&lt;br /&gt;But how can I be sure,&lt;br /&gt;What the future holds in store,&lt;br /&gt;If you only knew that maybe,&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/blooded%20heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/blooded%20heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letra da música basta para dizer o que sinto...&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que fazer, não sei o que pensar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm lost in the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;And if I bleed, I'll bleed... knowing you don't care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115814897516252735?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115814897516252735/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115814897516252735&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115814897516252735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115814897516252735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/maybe.html' title='Maybe'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115790665019900739</id><published>2006-09-10T17:12:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T14:41:12.543+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me To Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Pentance_by_AyameFataru.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/Pentance_by_AyameFataru.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt; how can you see into my eyes like open doors&lt;br /&gt;leading you down into my core&lt;br /&gt;where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I’ve become so numb &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without a soul &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;my spirit sleeping somewhere cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; until you find it there and lead it back home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; now that I know what I’m without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; you can't just leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; breathe into me and make me real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Bring me to life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; frozen inside without your touch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;without your love darling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;only you are the life among the dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; all this time I can't believe I couldn't see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; kept in the dark but you were there in front of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve been sleeping a thousand years it seems&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; got to open my eyes to everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; without a thought without a voice without a soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; don't let me die here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; there must be something more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; bring me to life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up inside&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; call my name and save me from the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wake me up)&lt;br /&gt;bid my blood to run&lt;br /&gt;(I can’t wake up)&lt;br /&gt;before I come undone&lt;br /&gt;(Save me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; save me from the nothing I’ve become&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bring me to life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I’ve been living a lie, there’s nothing inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Bring me to life)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acho que nesta altura da minha vida, esta música é a mais indicada para transmitir aquilo que estou a sentir... Sinto-me perdido, sozinho, sem objectivos, sem nada, vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado a pensar muito, mas desta vez não são em coisas que me metem para baixo, antes pelo contrário, estou a tentar contornar esta situação, ando a encontrar soluções, algo que me faça sentir bem comigo próprio...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Disse ao meu namorado que me queria afastar dele por uns tempos, quero tentar meter a cabeça no lugar, quero ficar bem comigo, para puder estar bem com ele, e com todas as pessoas no geral...&lt;br /&gt;Já ando a ter algumas ideias para mudar a minha vida... Vou tentar pô-las em prática, vou tentar encontrar uma forma para não me sentir sempre tão triste, tão vazio...&lt;br /&gt;Tou na casa dos meus pais, aqui pensar é fácil, tou muito tempo sozinho, muito tempo perdido nos pensamentos, espero me conseguir reencontrar, para finalmente avançar com a minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Posso estar no fundo, posso estar no meu pior, mas desta vez vou recusar a mão a todos aqueles que me tentarem ajudar... desta vez quero estar por minha conta, usar as minhas forças, que eu acredito ainda ter, e recompor a minha vida, e talvez começar a ter mais momentos de felicidade do que o normal...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Espero conseguir, sei que posso conseguir, por uma vez na vida tou menos pessimista que o costume... e desta vez o medo de falhar não me está a impedir de fazer o que quero...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/ofelia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/ofelia.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can do it... Or maybe I'm just fooling myself...       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115790665019900739?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115790665019900739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115790665019900739&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115790665019900739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115790665019900739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/bring-me-to-life.html' title='Bring Me To Life'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115760480867937440</id><published>2006-09-07T05:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:27:12.833+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/evanescence.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/evanescence.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under your spell again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;crave my heart and its bleeding in your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you torture me so sweetly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe but I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;I feel good enough for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink up sweet decadence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt; I can't say no to you&lt;br /&gt;and I've completely lost myself and I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;I can't say no to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't have let you conquer me completely&lt;br /&gt;now I can't let go of this dream&lt;br /&gt;can't believe that I feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Good enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;I feel good enough&lt;br /&gt;its been such a long time coming, but I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I'm still waiting for the rain to fall&lt;br /&gt;pour real life down on me&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't hold on to anything this good&lt;br /&gt;enough&lt;br /&gt;am I good enough&lt;br /&gt;for you to love me too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;so take care what you ask of me&lt;br /&gt;cause I can't say no&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/alone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/alone.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Sometimes I feel that my love is not good enough for you...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could love you even more...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that I'm hurting you, just because I may not be what you dreamed...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I lose control and I say and do things that I wasn't suposed to do...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I realise that I'm not the one you need...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sure... I should be alone... all by myself... not making you suffer... just falling in darkness alone... with no one to save me from myself... learning how to solve my problems... never hiding behind you again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need time for me... I need time to think... I need to be alone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just don't want to hurt you... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;I prefer to be alone...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;a style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/mfine8gh.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/mfine8gh.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;color:black;"   &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115760480867937440?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115760480867937440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115760480867937440&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115760480867937440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115760480867937440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/good-enough_07.html' title='Good Enough'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115742762310087718</id><published>2006-09-05T04:26:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T19:59:20.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Open Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/B000FTWB7G.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V61586859_.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/B000FTWB7G.01._SS500_SCLZZZZZZZ_V61586859_.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novo albúm dos Evanescence já está nas minhas mãos, esperei bastante, mas finalmente é MEU!!!&lt;br /&gt;Estou a ouvi-lo neste preciso momento, e posso afirmar que está excelente, tal como eu esperava.&lt;br /&gt;Já actualizei a playlist do meu Ipod com todas as músicas do albúm, agora é que nunca mais o largo, hehehe (o meu menino até se passa comigo)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/ipod-zoom-front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/ipod-zoom-front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por continuarem a aturar os meus devaneios aqui no blog...&lt;br /&gt;Abraços a todos!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115742762310087718?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115742762310087718/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115742762310087718&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115742762310087718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115742762310087718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/09/open-door.html' title='The Open Door'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115703958345225391</id><published>2006-08-31T16:25:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T22:57:34.383+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts of an Unconscience Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/suicide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/suicide.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No one could have known,"&lt;br /&gt;They said, "that she would do this."&lt;br /&gt;"Suicide wears many masks,"&lt;br /&gt;"It's not your fault in any way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet I blame myself. And always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signs are always there&lt;br /&gt;For anyone to clearly see.&lt;br /&gt;All it takes is a glance&lt;br /&gt;Into a world outside your own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop. Breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Take in your surroundings.&lt;br /&gt;Notice the un-noticeable.&lt;br /&gt;A blocked out mind, and heart,&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean you can't touch the untouchable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach. Climb.&lt;br /&gt;Go past the horizons of mere sight.&lt;br /&gt;Help the un-helpable.&lt;br /&gt;Stretch out past your comfort zone,&lt;br /&gt;To create comfort for the uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As hard as a person tries,&lt;br /&gt;We can never go unnoticed.&lt;br /&gt;Emotions were, after all,&lt;br /&gt;Made to be emoted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/57302_56327462_68972_438209175_29324_568870186_dead9xo_h182309_l_h21210_H220243_L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/57302_56327462_68972_438209175_29324_568870186_dead9xo_h182309_l_h21210_H220243_L.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I've been having these weird thoughts lately!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I'm delivering myself to the darkness... I'm waiting for death to come and take me to another world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115703958345225391?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115703958345225391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115703958345225391&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115703958345225391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115703958345225391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/08/thoughts-of-unconscience-mind.html' title='Thoughts of an Unconscience Mind'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115622605997653486</id><published>2006-08-22T06:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T18:31:18.863+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wish You Were Here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/wish-you-were-here.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/400/wish-you-were-here.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Within Temptation - Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I miss you like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I miss you like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've got feelings for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you still feel the same?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; From the first time I laid my eyes on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I felt joy of living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I saw heaven in your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; In your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I miss you like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss your laugh, I miss your smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I miss everything about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Every second's like a minute&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Every minute's like a day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When you're far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The snow is getting colder, baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A battlefield of love and fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I've got feelings for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; From the first time I laid my eyes on you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Wish You Were Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me, oh, my country man&lt;br /&gt;Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, the snow is getting colder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I miss you like hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And I'm feeling blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Wish you were here)&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;(Wish you were here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Apesar de tudo o que estou a sentir e desta minha tristeza... destes meus fantasmas que não me largam... que não me dão paz... Tu, meu amor, tu és aquela pessoa que ainda me faz sonhar, que me faz ver que ainda existem coisas boas nestas vida...&lt;br /&gt;Neste momento, tudo o que eu possuo é o meu amor por ti. Um amor tão forte e tão puro, que sinto que irá durar por muito mais tempo...&lt;br /&gt;Amo-te acima de tudo nesta vida... És a minha força, a minha vontade de viver...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado por teres aparecido na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115622605997653486?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115622605997653486/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115622605997653486&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115622605997653486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115622605997653486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/08/wish-you-were-here.html' title='Wish You Were Here'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115622186835593587</id><published>2006-08-22T05:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T17:43:32.070+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/shades-of-falling.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/shades-of-falling.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lacuna Coil - Falling Again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lay, looking at my hands&lt;br /&gt;I search in these lines&lt;br /&gt;I've not the answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm crying and I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; watching the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I search for an answer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm free, free to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I'm not another liar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I just want to be myself... myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And now the beat inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is a sort of a cold breeze and I've &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never any feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ruining me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring my body&lt;br /&gt;carry it into another world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I pray, looking into the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel this rain&lt;br /&gt;right now it's falling on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; fly, I just want to fly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life is all mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; some days I cry alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; but I know I'm not the only one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here, another day is gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I don't want to die...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Please be there when I'll arive, dont cry... please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And now the beat inside of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; is a sort of a cold breeze and I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; never any feeling inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ruining me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring my body&lt;br /&gt;carry it into another world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I know I live... but like a stone I'm falling down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei porquê... não sei como... sei que estou cada vez mais triste e cada vez me sinto mais perdido...&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que estava melhor, pensei que estava a recuperar de tudo o que me assombra, até ontem quando sonhei contigo...&lt;br /&gt;E agora cada passo que dou à noite na minha casa, para cada sitio que olho, tenho a sensação que te vejo e que te oiço a gritar por mim... e os teus gritos são de pânico e de horror... que é tudo aquilo que estou a sentir neste momento...&lt;br /&gt;Não aguento mais esta situação, não percebo o que queres de mim, o que queres que eu faça, sei que quero esquecer esta última imagem mórbida que guardo de ti... a imagem de quando te vi pela última vez... entre a vida e a morte... é assim que te vejo nos meus pesadelos, é assim que te vejo quando chamas por mim e me pedes ajuda...&lt;br /&gt;Agora sou eu que peço para deixares de me assombrar, para me dares paz... sossego... e me dares a oportunidade de cumprir as minhas promessas... principalmente aquela que fiz a ti...&lt;br /&gt;Começo a confundir a minha realidade com um mundo de ficção que não existe... que não inventei... és tu que o trazes até mim...&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto bem nem fisicamente, nem psicologicamente... estou cada vez mais afastado das pessoas... só quero estar sozinho...&lt;br /&gt;Que queres de mim? Que queres que eu faça? Ou será que aquilo que tu queres... é apenas ter-me junto de ti... seja onde for que estejas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you're still there... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Watching me; Wanting me; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can feel you pull me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fearing you; Loving you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I won't let you pull me down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115622186835593587?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115622186835593587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115622186835593587&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115622186835593587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115622186835593587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/08/falling-again.html' title='Falling Again'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115600532078887723</id><published>2006-08-19T17:09:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T19:16:57.726+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O Meu Abrigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/be_a_friend.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/be_a_friend.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mafalda Veiga - O Meu Abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deixa voar os sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Deixa acalmar a tormenta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Senta-te um pouco aí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Fica no meu abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Dorme no meu abraço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; E conta comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Que eu estarei aqui&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enquanto anoitece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enquanto escurece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e os brilhos do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cintilam em nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; enquanto tu sentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; que se quebrou tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; eu estarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; sempre que te sentires só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoje não há  batalhas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Hoje não há  tristeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; deixa sair o sol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Olha pra mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; fica no meu abrigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; perde-te nos teus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; e conta comigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enquanto anoitece,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enquanto escurece&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; e os brilhos do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; cintilam em nós&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; enquanto tu sentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que se quebrou tudo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; eu estarei sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; que te sentires só&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; eu estarei sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; que te sentires só &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;Às vezes preferia não ser tão sincero com as pessoas, preferia não ser tão frontal... se calhar se eu fosse o género de pessoa que passa por cima de todos para atingir os seus objectivos, se calhar se eu fosse um traidor, uma má pessoa... talvez conseguisse ser mais feliz... eu noto que esses cabrões estão sempre bem na vida... Mas uma coisa é verdade, essas pessoas não têm amigos como os que eu tenho, e eu prefiro ter duas pessoas em quem confio acima de tudo, do que andar cheios de falsos amigos à minha volta...&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a estes meus dois amigos, ele e ela sabem muito bem quem são :)&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus outros amigos, um grande obrigado também, não se sintam mal por eu apenas focar estes dois amigos especiais, eles não sao melhores ou piores que vocês, eles apenas me acompanham à mais tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Quanto à minha família só tenho que agradecer a duas pessoas, aos meus irmãos, obrigado pelo apoio e por perceberem as minhas decisões.&lt;br /&gt;Aos amigos que já não estão comigo, àqueles que na altura me diziam que iamos ser amigos para sempre, a esses só tenho a desejar toda a felicidade do mundo, porque na altura em que fizeram parte da minha vida, não poderiam ter sido melhores companhias. Thanks ;)&lt;br /&gt;Aos meus queridos e adorados inimigos, é assim, eu por norma não odeio ninguém, nem tenho inimigos, perece que algumas pessoas não vão mesmo com a minha cara e me querem tramar a vida e que me gostam de ver como um inimigo. Eu não percebo, só vos desejo 7 vezes aquilo que vocês me desejam a mim (essas pessoas também sabem quem são).&lt;br /&gt;Posso afirmar, sem dúvida alguma que o meu abrigo, são os meus amigos, e espero que eles também me vejam como tal, porque eu estarei aqui, sempre que se sentirem sozinhos e precisarem de mim.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115600532078887723?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115600532078887723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115600532078887723&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115600532078887723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115600532078887723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/08/o-meu-abrigo.html' title='O Meu Abrigo'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115600209815361192</id><published>2006-08-19T15:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T14:04:12.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To My Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/invisible.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/invisible.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Simple Plan - Welcome To My Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you ever feel like breaking down?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you ever feel out of place?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Like somehow you just don't belong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no one understands you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Do you ever wanna runaway?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you lock yourself in your room?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; With the radio on turned up so loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; That no one hears you screaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TO BE LIKE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; And no one's there to save you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Do you wanna be somebody else?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Are you sick of feeling so left out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you desperate to find something more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Before your life is over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you stuck inside a world you hate?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Are you sick of everyone around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With their big fake smiles and stupid lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; While deep inside you're bleeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; When nothing feels all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TO BE LIKE ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No one ever lied straight to your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No one ever stabbed you in the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; You might think I'm happy but I'm not gonna be okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Everybody always gave you what you wanted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Never had to work it was always there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; You don't know what it's like, what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like (what it's like)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be left out in the dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be kicked when you're down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To feel like you've been pushed around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; To be on the edge of breaking down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; And no one's there to save you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; No you don't know what it's like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; Welcome to my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WELCOME TO MY LIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho estado sem tempo, nem inspiração para vir escrever no blog, às vezes quero escrever tanta coisa que perco-me nos pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Estive uma semana de férias longe dos meus pais com o meu namorado em Faro, foi um tempo muito bem passado, e finalmente sinto que a nossa relação está a dar a volta por cima. Mas vamos ver onde isto me vai levar.&lt;br /&gt;Agora que voltei para casa dos meus pais, até não tenho tido muitos problemas com eles, mas também tenho tado o tempo todo fora de casa, a matar saudades dos meus amigos.&lt;br /&gt;Não sei definir bem como tem sido o meu estado de espirito nos ultimos dias, tenho a sensação que andei meio apagado emocionalmente, acho que andei tao esgotado fisicamente, que nem tenho tido tempo de pensar na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;Claro que isso foi sol de pouca dura, ontem voltei a ficar muito em baixo, sozinho no meu quarto... é impossivel não me lembrar de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo este post enquanto oiço a música "Welcome To My Life", porque a letra da música reflecte realmente a minha vida, quantas vezes já fui eu magoado? quantas vezes já me senti perdido? quantas vezes já me puseram ainda pior com palavras e acções, quando eu apenas precisava de um abraço? quando vezes já estive eu à beira de cometer uma loucura?&lt;br /&gt;Como diz na letra da música, sinto-me preso num mundo que odeio... Enquanto que há pessoas que não sabem o que é isso, sempre tiveram tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar-me de tudo isto é inevitável, ver e conviver com muitas pessoas que já me fizeram sofrer e nem sequer têm consciência disso, custa muito... Recordar-me de situações com os meus pais, ou lembrar-me que o meu melhor amigo já cá não está cá... tudo isso me custa...&lt;br /&gt;Embora eu agora esteja bem, não consigo não pensar em tudo isto... Pode ser que um dia tudo mude... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115600209815361192?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115600209815361192/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115600209815361192&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115600209815361192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115600209815361192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-to-my-life.html' title='Welcome To My Life'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115428290122811653</id><published>2006-07-30T18:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T17:58:11.286+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Horóscopo do Beijo</title><content type='html'>No site do sapo, há uma parte onde podemos ver como é o nosso beijo através do nosso horóscopo. Através deste &lt;a href="http://mulher.sapo.pt/Xt43/431671.html"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt; podem ler acerca do vosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu beijo é o seguinte:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt; Sagitário (22 de Novembro a 21 de Dezembro)&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p&gt;Adora carinhos enquanto beija. Gosta de se sentir especial e adora que o parceiro se entregue ao seu beijo. Tende a dar grandes avanços com as mãos quando está a beijar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Beautiful_Gay_Kiss_by_chang.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/Beautiful_Gay_Kiss_by_chang.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;É tudo verdade, principalmente a parte das mãos (cof cof...) Adoro beijar, é sem dúvida a melhor parte do envolvimento entre duas pessoas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115428290122811653?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115428290122811653/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115428290122811653&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115428290122811653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115428290122811653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/07/horscopo-do-beijo.html' title='Horóscopo do Beijo'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115427748614404840</id><published>2006-07-30T17:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:25:14.086+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teste de Personalidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/mente.jpg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/mente.jpg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este foi o resultado do teste de personalidade que fiz, podem fazem faze-lo através deste &lt;a href="http://testes.cultodavida.com/personalidade/1/"&gt;link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Como vê a vida... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; A floresta indica que vai até ao fim nas coisas que quer, sabe identificar os seus objetivos e conciliar as suas metas, porém é quieto, calmo e cauteloso.&lt;br /&gt;Todos os que o conhecem, o acham interessante e não se cansam de elogiar o seu ar misterioso, já que, por nada neste mundo, mostra de imediato seu verdadeiro eu. Sabe ser um bom ouvinte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; A pessoa dos seus Sonhos &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; A escolha do espelho mostra que não acredita que "polos opostos se atraem", isto em relação ao amor, e que, só vai sossegar quando encontrar a sua alma gémea, ou seja, uma pessoa que tenha os mesmos ideais que você.&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais justo. Só que é bom olhar um pouco mais à volta, porque de repente a pessoa perfeita para si pode ser alguém para quem normalmente não olharia duas vezes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Será que quer um compromisso sério?... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Você não vê a hora de encontrar a pessoa certa, ou estando com alguém não tem problemas em se envolver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Os limites da Paixão... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; A cascata revela que gosta de conquistar, esbanjar o seu charme e saber que as pessoas se apaixonam facilmente por si, mesmo que para si, perca logo a graça. Mas aparece sempre alguém novo, aliás, isso é muito natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Acerca do Futuro... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Se viu a chave de uma casa, é porque tem uma vontade secreta de abrir novos horizontes na sua vida, só não sabe que rumo seguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Quem é que não tem ambição? &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Ainda não conseguiu decifrar muito bem o que deseja para o amanhã . Enquanto isso, para não se desiludir, caso alguma coisa corra mal, prefere sonhar com o que vai fazer com o dinheiro todo que irá ganhar, quando ficar milionário.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Quando é que o sucesso chega? &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Se você olhou pela janela, é porque tem medo de falhar e por isso, desiste de tudo, sem pelo menos tentar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; Medo de... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Para si, que escolheu o urso , depender de alguém é a pior coisa que pode acontecer-lhe na vida. Na sua opinião, uma pessoa alcança a felicidade a partir do momento em que estiver pronta para andar com os próprios pés.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;th class="impar"&gt; O EU mais profundo... &lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="par"&gt; Se escolheu a lagoa , ela apenas reforça a sua necessidade de ter o seu próprio espaço, até para se isolar quando sente que as coisas não andam exactamente como tinha planeado. Chegará um dia em que você descobrirá que compartilhar os sentimentos com alguém da sua confiança poderá ajudá-lo a ficar melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concordo com praticamente tudo, acho que o resultado está muito fiel à minha personalidade, e as poucas pessoas que me conhecem verdadeiramente podem dizer que tenho razão... e eu digo poucas pessoas, porque embora tenha muitos amigos, só poucos me conhecem a 100%. Tal como está no resultado deste teste, quando diz que eu, por nada neste mundo, mostro de imediato o meu verdadeiro Eu. Façam o teste e partilhem os vossos resultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115427748614404840?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115427748614404840/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115427748614404840&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115427748614404840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115427748614404840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/07/teste-de-personalidade.html' title='Teste de Personalidade'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115418769070224086</id><published>2006-07-29T16:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T14:43:40.853+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Farther Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/drowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/drowning.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;Farther Away - Evanescence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took their smiles and I made them mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  lang="EN-GB" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I sold my soul just to hide the light.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;And now I see what I really am,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;A thief, a whore, and a liar.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;(And run away from this hell)&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;(Giving up, giving in)&lt;br /&gt;I see you there,&lt;br /&gt;(Still you are)&lt;br /&gt;Farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Im numb to you - numb and deaf and blind.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You give me all but the reason why.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I reach but I feel only air at night.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Not you, not love, just nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;(And run away from this hell)&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;(Giving up, giving in)&lt;br /&gt;I see you there,&lt;br /&gt;(Still you are)&lt;br /&gt;Farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Try to forget you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;But without you I feel nothing.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Don't leave me here, by myself.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I can't breathe.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to you,&lt;br /&gt;(And run away from this hell)&lt;br /&gt;Call out your name,&lt;br /&gt;(Giving up, giving in)&lt;br /&gt;I see you there,&lt;br /&gt;(Still you are)&lt;br /&gt;Farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I run to you,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And run away from this hell)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Call out your name,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Giving up, giving in)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see you there,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Still you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Farther away.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away,&lt;br /&gt;farther away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana;font-size:9;"  &gt;Da última vez que escrevi aqui no blog, tava com uns problemas com o meu namorado, nessa noite falámos e resolvemos esses problemas... Embora a nossa relação esteja muito fragilizada, nós estamos a dar uma segunda oportunidade. Mas agora parece que sempre que estamos juntos, temos de discutir por qualquer motivo... Ainda ontem isso voltou a acontecer, voltámos a discutir... Será que estamos tão mal que já nem conseguimos evitar discutir sempre que tamos juntos?&lt;br /&gt;Para não melhorar o meu estado, tenho tido montes de discussões com os meus pais, e tenho tido grandes desilusões com pessoas que supostamente deveriam ser grandes amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Os meus amigos dizem que já não me conhecem, que eu estou introvertido, pouco conversador, e que estou sempre em baixo... é verdade, eu mudei, e não foi para melhor, ainda estou mais desconfiado em relação às pessoas, ainda estou mais pessimista, e estou cada vez com menos vontade de lutar pela minha felicidade...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I see You there, still you are Farther Away...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Não sei até que ponto vou suportar todos estes últimos acontecimentos, está a acontecer tudo ao mesmo tempo..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams are fading away... I'm falling into darkness again...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:9;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115418769070224086?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115418769070224086/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115418769070224086&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115418769070224086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115418769070224086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/07/farther-away.html' title='Farther Away'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115272590057983665</id><published>2006-07-12T18:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T11:10:00.470+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you have to let it Linger?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Cranberries - Linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/broken-heart-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/broken-heart-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could return&lt;br /&gt;Dont let it burn, dont let it fade&lt;br /&gt;Im sure Im not being rude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But its just your attitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its tearing me apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Its ruining everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I swore, I swore I would be true&lt;br /&gt;And honey so did you&lt;br /&gt;So why were you holding her hand&lt;br /&gt;Is that the way we stand&lt;br /&gt;Were you lying all the time&lt;br /&gt;Was it just a game to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But Im in so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know Im such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I thought the world of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I thought nothing could go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I was wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;If you, if you could get by&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to lie&lt;br /&gt;Things wouldnt be so confused&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldnt feel so used&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you always really knew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Im in so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know Im such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to. do you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And Im in so deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know Im such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You know Im such a fool for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got me wrapped around your finger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to, do you have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to let it linger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/broken_heart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/broken_heart.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou super preocupado com a minha relação... Ontem tive uma conversa um pouco para o má com o meu namorado, disse que tava a sentir um distanciamento e frieza por parte dele, não sei porquê, pode ser apenas uma coisa da minha cabeça, mas o certo é que me sinto assim... Expliquei-lhe como me sentia, e que estou a sofrer com isto tudo... Talvez o facto de estarmos todos os dias juntos tenha feito a relação ficar monótona... não sei o que se passa, sei que estou preocupado com esta situação, e que como agora estamos longe um do outro, talvez seja difícil contornar isto...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vamos falar sobre isto tudo pessoalmente, e vamos tentar acertar as coisas... Espero que dê tudo certo, porque AMO-O mais que tudo... e não me quero sentir assim em relação a ele...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115272590057983665?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115272590057983665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115272590057983665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115272590057983665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115272590057983665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/07/do-you-have-to-let-it-linger.html' title='Do you have to let it Linger?'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115220355265554428</id><published>2006-07-06T16:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T21:09:06.603+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/point.2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/point.2.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Skye - Love Show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sit down, give me your hand&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm gonna tell you the future&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I see you, living happily&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With somebody who really suits ya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone like me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still. Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Break down. Give me some time&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't want the fear to confuse ya&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Right now, it's so wrong&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But maybe it's all in the future with&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone like you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand still. Breath in&lt;br /&gt;Are you listening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't know&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe truth, maybe lies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Made me want you&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Maybe dumb, maybe wise...?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody's aching. Keeping it all in&lt;br /&gt;Somebody won't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;br /&gt;It's painless&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You don't know&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody's hurting. Holding it all in&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Somebody can't let go of his heart but the truth is&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's painless&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Letting your love show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love show&lt;br /&gt;Letting your love show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/fccdecision.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/fccdecision.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado meio ocupado com o final do ano lectivo, frequências, exames, a preocupação de passar às cadeiras todas ou não... Mas finalmente encontrei um tempinho para vir aqui escrever umas palavrinhas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Show... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;esta música tem-me dado que pensar... como será o meu futuro... o que será que vem aí para mim? Muita confusão na minha cabeça... algo que prefiro guardar para mim por enquanto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora vou de férias, e não vou conseguir estar tantas vezes como as que queria com o meu namorado... Com o meu pessimismo e com as confusões da minha cabeça... tenho medo que esta distância de alguns kilómetros venha a afectar a nossa relação... Será??? Tenho medo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115220355265554428?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115220355265554428/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115220355265554428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115220355265554428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115220355265554428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/07/future.html' title='The Future'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115107973317128037</id><published>2006-06-23T16:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-23T17:22:13.186+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Right to be Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/flaminganger.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/flaminganger.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping out into the great unknown&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling wings though I've never flown&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mind of my own&lt;br /&gt;I'm flesh and blood to the bone&lt;br /&gt;I'm not made of stone&lt;br /&gt;Got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've been held down too long&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally breathe&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Got to sing my own song&lt;br /&gt;I might be singing out of key&lt;br /&gt;But it sure feels good to me&lt;br /&gt;Got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're entitled to your opinion&lt;br /&gt;But it's really my decision&lt;br /&gt;I can't turn back I'm on a mission&lt;br /&gt;If you care don't you dare blur my vision&lt;br /&gt;Let me be all that I can be&lt;br /&gt;Don't smother me with negativity&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's out there waiting for me&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to faced it willingly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;My mistakes will make me strong&lt;br /&gt;I'm stepping out into the great unknown&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling wings though I've never flown&lt;br /&gt;I've got a mind of my own&lt;br /&gt;Flesh and blood to the bone&lt;br /&gt;See, I'm not made of stone&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;I've been held down to long&lt;br /&gt;I've got to break free&lt;br /&gt;So I can finally breathe&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;Got to sing my own song&lt;br /&gt;I might be singing out of key&lt;br /&gt;But it sure feels good to me&lt;br /&gt;I've got a right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;So just leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou oficialmente uma pessoa revoltada, tou completamente farto que me digam o que devo ou não devo fazer, farto que me digam que tenho de ser menos pessimista, farto que me perguntem o que se passa comigo... que cena, é que nem sequer eu sei o que se passa comigo, a única coisa que posso dizer é que se passa o mesmo de sempre... A sério, tou uma beca farto de tudo e de todos, e tou farto de ter de meter um sorriso super grande na cara, quando afinal só quero é chorar e gritar, e mandar todos para a merda...&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de um tempinho para mim, sozinho, pensar em cenas que não devo, deprimir, resolver a minha vida comigo próprio, desaparecer mesmo da face da terra... Tou farto de tudo, farto da vida, tou cansado, cansado demais para continuar a ver o meu mundo a desabar e reconstruí-lo de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Eu não vou fazer os mesmos erros que já fiz, nem fazer os meus erros que os meus pais fizeram, nunca me irem tornar neles, mas precisar de fazer as minhas decisões, os meu erros, eu tenho o direito a estar errado, por isso deixem-me em Paz... Tou farto de tanta coisa, que dava para fazer uma lista de dois kilómetros...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.: Depois de lerem este post não me venham perguntar o que se passa, simplesmente não tenho paciencia... a minha resposta irá ser "Nada!" ou então "É o mesmo de sempre!" e se estiver num dia bom, posso responder "Nem eu próprio sei"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115107973317128037?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115107973317128037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115107973317128037&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115107973317128037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115107973317128037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/06/right-to-be-wrong.html' title='Right to be Wrong'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-115034655931607827</id><published>2006-06-15T05:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T05:56:30.756+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please Forgive Me</title><content type='html'>Still feels like our first night together&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first kiss&lt;br /&gt;It's getting better baby&lt;br /&gt;No one can better this&lt;br /&gt;Still holding on, you're still the one&lt;br /&gt;First time our eyes met&lt;br /&gt;Same feeling I get&lt;br /&gt;Only feels much stronger&lt;br /&gt;Wanna love you longer&lt;br /&gt;You still turn the fire on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're feelin' lonely don't&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I ever want&lt;br /&gt;I only wanna make it good&lt;br /&gt;So if I love you a little more than I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny me this pain I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I need you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Please believe me every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still feels like our best times are together&lt;br /&gt;Feels like the first touch&lt;br /&gt;Still getting closer baby&lt;br /&gt;Can't get close enough&lt;br /&gt;Still holding on you're still number one&lt;br /&gt;I remember the smell of your skin&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything&lt;br /&gt;I remember all your moves&lt;br /&gt;I remember you, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I remember the nights, you know i still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you're feeling lonely don't&lt;br /&gt;You're the only one I ever want&lt;br /&gt;I only want to make it good&lt;br /&gt;So if I love you a little more than I should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny me this pain I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I need you like I do&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, believe me every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I'm sure of, is the way we made love&lt;br /&gt;The one thing I depend on, is for us to stay strong&lt;br /&gt;With every word and every breath I'm prayin', it's why I'm saying&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I know not what I do&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Don't deny me this pain I'm going through&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I need you like I do&lt;br /&gt;babe, believe me every word I say is true&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I can't stop lovin' you&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, believe me I don't know what I do&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me if I can't stop loving you&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop loving you&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/sorry.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/sorry.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Peço desculpa aos leitores deste blog, nem eu, nem o boyzitu temos tido tempo para vir cá escrever, arranjei agora um pedacinho porque amanhã é feriado e então não tenho o dia tão preenchido como os outros.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo a explicar algo que aconteceu ontem entre mim e o meu namorado...&lt;br /&gt;Um amigo meu informou-me que ia tomar café com uma pessoa de quem eu gostei muito, antes de conhecer o meu namorado. Eu achei um pouco estranho, porque era suposto essa pessoa ter namorado, mas pelo que o meu amigo me disse, essa história do namorado pode não ser verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isto pode parecer confuso, mas o que sucedeu foi que quando eu decidi dar o passo com essa pessoa e pedir em namoro, ele disse-me que não estava preparado para ter uma relação com um rapaz, custou-me muito, passei por muito, mas acabei por esquecer. Um mês depois ele disse-me que já tinha namorado e estava feliz, o que me fez pensar que agora ele ja estava preparado para uma relação, fiquei triste na altura por não ter sido eu o escolhido, mas ao mesmo tempo feliz porque era sinal que ele estava a aceitar a sua homossexualidade de forma diferente e mais positiva.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À menos de uma semana eu falei com essa pessoa, perguntei como estava a relação dele, e ele disse que estava a ir tudo bem. Mas ontem o meu amigo disse que combinou um café com ele, e que, pela conversa dele, namorado era coisa que não tinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui foi quando eu comecei a ficar MUITO chateado. Senti-me enganado, percebi que aquela história de ele ter arranjado namorado era mentira, uma mentira que eu ainda não consigo bem ver a intenção... Tive uma reacção muito má em relação a isto tudo e o meu namorado assistiu a tudo, o que o levou a duvidar do facto de eu realmente já ter esquecido essa pessoa por completo...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;Eu tentei explicar-me, expliquei que tinha tido esta reacção porque detesto a mentira, e não queria pensar que a boa imagem que eu tinha de uma pessoa de quem gostei tanto, fosse uma utopia criada por mim. Expliquei ainda que se naquela altura ele me tivesse dito que apenas já não estava interessado, apesar do que tivemos, seria talvez menos doloroso, e mais fácil de o esquecer, do que pensar que ele gostava de mim, mas que não se aceitava e por isso não conseguia ter uma relação comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confesso que eu desconfiava que essa história de ele ter namorado fosse tudo mentira, e apenas uma forma de me afectar naquela altura... Confesso que ele podia eventualmente andar no engate, mas preferi acreditar nele, quando me dizia que tinha namorado e era feliz... Não percebo esta mentira toda...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discuti muito com o meu namorado, porque ele desconfiou do meu Amor por ele, disse que achava que eu o amava, mas que não tinha a certeza... fiquei muito magoado, porque eu amo-o acima de tudo e nunca seria capaz de brincar com os sentimentos dele desta maneira, tive uma reacção bastante agressiva porque não estava a conseguir fazer ver bem o meu ponto de vista...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A minha reacção tinha sido aquela apenas por eu me recordar de tudo o que passei e de todas as asneiras que fiz para esquecer aquela pessoa, e que me podia ter poupado a tudo isso se ele não me tivesse mentido... A boa imagem que tinha dele caiu e foi revoltante perceber que talvez, o que ele queria de mim naquela altura não era mais do que umas curtes... Foi revoltante perceber que eu gostava tanto de uma pessoa que possivelmente não sentia nem metade daquilo que dizia sentir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De uma coisa eu tenho a certeza absoluta, ele está mais que esquecido, não sinto mais nada por ele a não ser desinteresse. Peço-te desculpa mor por ter tido aquela reacção que aos teus olhos foi estranha, espero que me consigas perceber, acredita que pedir desculpa desta vez está a ser difícil, porque eu sei que não sinto nada por ele, e fiquei muito magoado por teres duvidado do meu amor por ti. &lt;/span&gt;Eu AMO-TE acima de tudo. Nunca duvides disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I wanna love you forever, and this is all I'm asking from you, 10.000 lifetimes together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/dogroselvyou.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/dogroselvyou.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/forgive-me-1.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/forgive-me-1.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="PT"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui fica mais uma letra de uma música, esta mostra bem que essa pessoa está mais que esquecida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;So Yesterday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can change your life - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can change your clothes - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;If you change your mind&lt;br /&gt;Well, that's the way it goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gonna keep your jeans&lt;br /&gt;And your old black hat - cause I wanna&lt;br /&gt;They look good on me&lt;br /&gt;You're never gonna get them back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laugh it off let it go and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;When you wake up it will seem&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can say you're bored - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;You can act real tough - if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;You can say you're torn&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;But I've heard enough&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Thank you... you made my mind up for me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;When you started to ignore me&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;Do you see a single tear&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;It isn't gonna happen here&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're over me, I'm already over you&lt;br /&gt;If it's all been done, what is left to do&lt;br /&gt;How can you hang up if the line is dead&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna walk, &lt;b&gt;I'm a step ahead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're moving on, &lt;b&gt;I'm already gone&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the light is off then it isn't on&lt;br /&gt;At least not today, not today, not today&lt;br /&gt;'cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I'm just a bird that's already flown away&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's over, let it go and&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow it will seem&lt;br /&gt;So yesterday, so yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Haven't you heard that I'm gonna be okay&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-115034655931607827?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/115034655931607827/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=115034655931607827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115034655931607827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/115034655931607827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/06/please-forgive-me.html' title='Please Forgive Me'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114979962973117275</id><published>2006-06-08T21:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:47:09.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Light versus Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/aaa.sized.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/aaa.sized.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"I've been having these wierd thoughts lately... Like is any of this for real, or not?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I was lost in the darkness. I couldn't find my way. As I stumbled through the dark, I started forgetting things - my friends, who I was... The darkness almost swallowed me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;"The heart may be weak, and sometimes it may even give in, but I've learned that deep down there's a light that never goes out..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Only the most powerfull light can defeat the darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If the world is made of light and darkness... We'll be the darkness."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am falling... falling into darkness..."&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/lod.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/lod.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114979962973117275?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114979962973117275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114979962973117275&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114979962973117275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114979962973117275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/06/light-versus-darkness.html' title='Light versus Darkness'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114943133542057762</id><published>2006-06-04T14:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T15:28:55.433+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you the one?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/1134159238_HEARTS.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/1134159238_HEARTS.0.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;The traveller in time who has come&lt;br /&gt;To heal my wounds to lead me to the sun&lt;br /&gt;To walk this path with me until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who sparkles in the night like fireflies&lt;br /&gt;Eternity of evening sky&lt;br /&gt;Facing the morning eye to eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd share this life with me&lt;br /&gt;Who'd dive into the sea with me&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who's had enough of pain&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't wish to feel the shame, anymore&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who's love is like a flower that needs rain&lt;br /&gt;To wash away the feeling of pain&lt;br /&gt;Which sometimes can lead to the chain of fear&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk with me in garden of stars&lt;br /&gt;The universe, the galaxies and Mars&lt;br /&gt;The supernova of our love is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who'd share this life with me&lt;br /&gt;Who'd dive into the sea with me&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;Who's had enough of pain&lt;br /&gt;And doesn't wish to feel the shame, anymore&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem fiz seis meses de namoro com o meu menino, e apesar de nem tudo ter corrido como tinhamos planeado, não deixou de ser um dia perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Deixo aqui a letra desta música, porque é indicada a esta data... já passaram 6 meses, serás tu aquele com quem eu vou passar o resto da minha vida? Não sei quanto tempo mais iremos estar juntos, mas espero que seja por muito mais tempo, porque eu amo-te com todas as minhas forças. Só espero conseguir fazer-te a pessoa mais feliz do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/1134159238_HEARTS.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/1134159238_HEARTS.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114943133542057762?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114943133542057762/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114943133542057762&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114943133542057762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114943133542057762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-one.html' title='Are you the one?'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114926342337762038</id><published>2006-06-02T16:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-02T16:50:23.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/sora-awake-water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/sora-awake-water.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your day is long&lt;br /&gt;And the night&lt;br /&gt;And the night is your's alone&lt;br /&gt;When you think you've had enough&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let yourself go&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes everything is wrong&lt;br /&gt;Now it's time to sing along&lt;br /&gt;When your day is night hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on (hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like letting go&lt;br /&gt;(Hold on)&lt;br /&gt;If you're sure you've had too much&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;Hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Take comfort in your friends&lt;br /&gt;And everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't blow your hand&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh no&lt;br /&gt;Don't blow your hand&lt;br /&gt;If you feel like you're alone&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no, not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;In this life&lt;br /&gt;The days and nights are long&lt;br /&gt;If you're sure you've had too much&lt;br /&gt;Of this life&lt;br /&gt;To hang on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cries&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hurts sometimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;Hold on, hold on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause no you're not alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho andado  desaparecido, isto de andar na universidade não é fácil, agora tou na época dos trabalhos e das frequências, tou mesmo a dar em doido... Enfim, nada que eu não aguente.&lt;br /&gt;Ultimamente não tenho tido muito tempo para pensar nas minhas coisas, ando com tanto para fazer que não tenho tempo de me perder nos meus pensamentos, até é bom, porque assim não tou sempre preso às cenas que não devo...&lt;br /&gt;No outro dia tive assim uma pequena explosão, tava mesmo a chegar aos limites, já não aguentava mais guardar tudo para mim, e em vez de ir buscar uma faca e cortar-me todo, como fazia antigamente, desta vez preferi desabafar tudo com o meu namorado... Coitado, ele é que teve de levar com as minhas cenas todas, e eu odeio preocupar as pessoas, principalmente as pessoas de quem eu gosto... Mas senti-me mais leve... e daí talvez não, pela primeira vez eu senti que falava de tudo o que se passou com raiva, e não com tristeza... não queria sentir esta raiva...&lt;br /&gt;A letra desta música tem um significado muito forte para mim, foram muitas as vezes que eu ouvi esta música nos piores momentos da minha vida...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114926342337762038?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114926342337762038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114926342337762038&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114926342337762038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114926342337762038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/06/everybody-hurts.html' title='Everybody Hurts'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114847699187234440</id><published>2006-05-24T14:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T14:23:11.883+01:00</updated><title type='text'>This is the new shit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/sexualviolencealbum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/sexualviolencealbum.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil devil, Bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel, Party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Are you motherfuckers ready for the new shit!?&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit, tomorrow's never coming!&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit!&lt;br /&gt;Do we get it!? (No!)&lt;br /&gt;Do we want it!? (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;This is the new shit!&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and admit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babble babble, Bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel, Party party&lt;br /&gt;Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything has been said before&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say anymore&lt;br /&gt;When it's all the same&lt;br /&gt;You can ask for it by name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's you-know-who&lt;br /&gt;I got the you-know-what&lt;br /&gt;I stick it you-know-where&lt;br /&gt;You know why, you don't care [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil devil, Bitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;Rebel rebel, Party party&lt;br /&gt;Six six six and don't forget the violence&lt;br /&gt;Blah blah blah&lt;br /&gt;Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Stick your stupid slogan in&lt;br /&gt;Everybody sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Repeat]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let us&lt;br /&gt;Entertain you&lt;br /&gt;So let (Devil devil, Bitch bitch, Rebel rebel, Party party)&lt;br /&gt;Us (Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence)&lt;br /&gt;(Blah blah blah) Entertain you (Got your lovey-dovey sad and lonely)&lt;br /&gt;(Stick your stupid slogin in, Everybody sing along)[x2]&lt;br /&gt;So let (Devil devil, Bitch bitch, Rebel rebel, Party party)&lt;br /&gt;Us (Sex sex sex and don't forget the violence)&lt;br /&gt;(Blah blah blah [x4]) Entertain you (Everybody sing along)&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/27638477-114847699187234440?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114847699187234440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114847699187234440&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114847699187234440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114847699187234440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/this-is-new-shit.html' title='This is the new shit'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114838985470166076</id><published>2006-05-23T14:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T14:10:54.713+01:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/THE%20BEAUTIFUL%20PEOPLE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 236px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="251" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/THE%20BEAUTIFUL%20PEOPLE.jpg" width="223" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don't want ya&lt;/strong&gt; and I don't need ya&lt;br /&gt;don't bother to resist or I'll beat ya&lt;br /&gt;It's not your fault that &lt;strong&gt;you're always wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;the weak ones are there to justify the strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the beautiful people, &lt;strong&gt;the beautiful people&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's all relative to the size of your steeple&lt;br /&gt;you can't see the forest for the trees&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;strong&gt;you can't smell your own shit&lt;/strong&gt; on your knees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a time to discriminate,&lt;br /&gt;hate every motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;that's in &lt;strong&gt;your way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;Hey you, what do ya see?&lt;br /&gt;something beautiful, something free?&lt;br /&gt;hey you, are you trying to be mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you live with apes man&lt;/strong&gt;, it's hard to be clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worms will live in every host&lt;br /&gt;it's hard to pick which one they eat the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the horrible people&lt;/strong&gt;, the horrible people&lt;br /&gt;it's as anatomic as &lt;strong&gt;the size of your steeple&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;capitalism has made it this way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;old-fashioned fascism&lt;/strong&gt; will take it away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus)&lt;br /&gt;there's no time to discriminate,&lt;br /&gt;hate every motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;that's in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hey!&lt;/strong&gt; x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful people x8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(chorus x2) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beautiful People x8&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/27638477-114838985470166076?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114838985470166076/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114838985470166076&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114838985470166076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114838985470166076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114814762925861373</id><published>2006-05-20T18:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:53:49.276+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/TARJA_05_0121_lores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/TARJA_05_0121_lores.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Once I had a dream&lt;br /&gt;And this is it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a child`s dream&lt;br /&gt;One night the clock struck twelve&lt;br /&gt;The window open wide&lt;br /&gt;Once there was a child`s heart&lt;br /&gt;The age I learned to fly&lt;br /&gt;And took a step outside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I knew all the tales&lt;br /&gt;It`s time to turn back time&lt;br /&gt;Follow the pale moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Once I wished for this night&lt;br /&gt;Faith brought me here&lt;br /&gt;It`s time to cut the rope and fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly to a dream&lt;br /&gt;Far across the sea&lt;br /&gt;All the burdens gone&lt;br /&gt;Open the chest once more&lt;br /&gt;Dark chest of wonders&lt;br /&gt;Seen through the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of the one with pure heart&lt;br /&gt;Once so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one in the Big Blue is what the world stole from me&lt;br /&gt;This night will bring him back to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly to a dream&lt;br /&gt;Far across the sea&lt;br /&gt;All the burdens gone&lt;br /&gt;Open the chest once more&lt;br /&gt;Dark chest of wonders&lt;br /&gt;Seen through the eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of the one with pure heart&lt;br /&gt;Once so long ago&lt;br /&gt;&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/27638477-114814762925861373?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114814762925861373/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114814762925861373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114814762925861373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114814762925861373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/wonders.html' title='Wonders...'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114813774158804350</id><published>2006-05-20T15:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T16:19:12.590+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Falsas Aparências</title><content type='html'>Falsas aparências, fica bem atento! Falsas aparências mudam de personalidade como muda o tempo. Falsas aparências são ilusões visuais, pensam que enganam, não passam de atrasados mentais. Falsas aparências, não acredites nessa gente, filhos da puta não deixam evoluir o nosso movimento. Falsas aparências, que se fodam esses falsos, mal nos conhecem começam logo os boatos, passam por cima de todos para alcançar o objectivo, se vierem para o meu lado, tempo perdido. Falsas aparências, eu detecto logo ao longe, infelizmente neste mundo tá em monte, nesta life não há um pingo de humildade. Falsas aparências, preferem mentir do que dizer a verdade, daqui não levam respeito nem atenção, esperas, esperas, esperas daqui não levas a mão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fracas gentes iludem-se com as aparências, olhados, desejados, provocam as violências. Fracas consciências não merecem estar neste mundo, julgam as pessoas mas não conhecem, lá no fundo não dão uma única chance, não dão uma única oportunidade de conhecerem as pessoas, de saberem a verdade acham-se, importantes mas o que é que se há-de fazer, a mim só me fodem até ao dia em que eu quiser. Tás a ver? Tás a perceber akilo que eu te quero dizer? As más vibrações daqueles que só te querem foder. Eu sinto, todos sentem. Tu tás a sentir aquele que diz que não mente? Aí já tá a mentir. É fudido quando não se aceita a verdade, pessoas com duas caras, pessoas com dois lados, para mim não têm valor, no momento são desprezados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém quer saber deles, são mal olhados, estendes a mão e eles querem logo os braços. Não caias em tentações, vão-te aniquilar. Por favor não te deixes influenciar por mais que tentem,aqui são barrados, vêm com falsas conversas, são logo detectados, pensam que têm duas caras, só têm é maldade, fodem toda a gente sem piedade. Para falsas aparências tenho uma cena a dizer: todos morrem… A tua vez há-de aparecer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/rage.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/rage.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que este blog era apenas dedicado a músicas góticas, mas acho que a letra desta música merece um lugar neste blog, só para demonstrar a raiva que estou a sentir em relação a pessoas que eu chamava de amigos, pessoas que de um momento para o outro me apunhalaram pelas costas, pessoas que eu confiava acima de tudo, e que acabaram por me trair. Ou então outro tipo de pessoas, aqueles novos amigos, pessoas que entraram na minha vida recentemente e que acabaram por se revelar grandes desilusões... Odeio a falsidade... A letra da música fala por mim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114813774158804350?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114813774158804350/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114813774158804350&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114813774158804350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114813774158804350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/falsas-aparncias.html' title='Falsas Aparências'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114809369937720018</id><published>2006-05-20T03:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T03:54:59.390+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Tourniquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/amysolo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/amysolo1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to kill the pain&lt;br /&gt;But only brought more&lt;br /&gt;I lay dying&lt;br /&gt;And I'm pouring crimson regret and betrayal&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Am I too lost to be saved&lt;br /&gt;Am I too lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember me&lt;br /&gt;Lost for so long&lt;br /&gt;Will you be on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Or will you forget me&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying, praying, bleeding and screaming&lt;br /&gt;Am I too lost to be saved&lt;br /&gt;Am I too lost?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to die!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;My God my tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;Return to me salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wounds cry for the grave&lt;br /&gt;My soul cries for deliverance&lt;br /&gt;Will I be denied Christ&lt;br /&gt;Tourniquet&lt;br /&gt;My suicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é mais um daqueles dias em que me deixo cair na escuridão, em que sou consumido pelas recordações do passado... É tão fácil suportar todas estas memórias quando não estou na casa dos meus pais, mas vim passar o fim-de-semana a casa, e para onde quer que eu olhe, encontro um pedaço da minha história, vejo tudo o que sofri, e é como se tivesse a viver tudo novamente...&lt;br /&gt;Tenho estado pensativo... Ando a pôr tudo e mais alguma coisa em causa... Tenho medo de tudo...&lt;br /&gt;Será que eu sou mesmo assim? Uma pessoa tão entregada a estas memórias negras que me assombram? Ou será esta apenas uma pequena parte da minha personalidade que deixei que tomasse conta de mim? Serei eu assim tão negativo? Tão pessimista?&lt;br /&gt;Sei que nem sempre fui assim, eu talvez sempre tenha sido e só agora é que estou a revelar esta minha faceta...&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez me encontro preso no meu passado... nas minhas memórias... em tudo o que quero esquecer... Sinto-me preso num quarto escuro, sei que a chave está por aqui algures, que basta encontrá-la, abrir a porta e sair... mas eu limito-me a ficar num canto do quarto, no escuro, com medo... não me mexo... não faço nada para encontrar uma saída...&lt;br /&gt;Apenas deixo que a escuridão e a tristeza me consumam... Me destruam...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114809369937720018?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114809369937720018/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114809369937720018&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114809369937720018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114809369937720018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/tourniquet.html' title='Tourniquet'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114807891360743385</id><published>2006-05-19T23:44:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T23:48:33.620+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Nobodie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/gh1287.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/gh1287.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Today I am dirty&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am dirty&lt;br /&gt;I want to be pretty&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I know I'm just dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Somebodies&lt;br /&gt;When we're dead,&lt;br /&gt;They'll know just who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Somebodies&lt;br /&gt;When we're dead,&lt;br /&gt;They'll know just who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was dirty&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I know now that I'm forever dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was dirty&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to be pretty&lt;br /&gt;I know now that I'm forever dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Somebodies&lt;br /&gt;When we're dead,&lt;br /&gt;They'll know just who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are the nobodies&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be Somebodies&lt;br /&gt;When we're dead,&lt;br /&gt;They'll know just who we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some children died the other day&lt;br /&gt;We fed machines and then we prayed&lt;br /&gt;Puked up and down in morbid faith&lt;br /&gt;You should have seen the ratings that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;(tou a ficar meio maluco lol, Marilyn Manson? Uau, tou passado)&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/27638477-114807891360743385?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114807891360743385/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114807891360743385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114807891360743385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114807891360743385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/im-nobodie.html' title='I&apos;m Nobodie'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114805944882153626</id><published>2006-05-19T17:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-19T18:24:08.823+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/within_temptation_-_angels.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/within_temptation_-_angels.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling angel&lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;You are my saviour&lt;br /&gt;In my time of need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by faith&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't hear&lt;br /&gt;All the whispers&lt;br /&gt;The warning's so clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the angels&lt;br /&gt;I'll lead them to your door&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape now&lt;br /&gt;No mercy no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No remorse 'cause I still remember&lt;br /&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart&lt;br /&gt;Deceived me right from the start&lt;br /&gt;You showed me dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wished they'd turn to real&lt;br /&gt;You broke the promise&lt;br /&gt;And made me realise&lt;br /&gt;It was all just a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling angel&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't see&lt;br /&gt;Your dark intensions&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fallen angel&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;What is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;The thorn in your eye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the angels&lt;br /&gt;I'll lead them to your door&lt;br /&gt;There is no escape now&lt;br /&gt;No mercy no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No remorse 'cause I still remember&lt;br /&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart&lt;br /&gt;Deceived me right from the start&lt;br /&gt;You showed me dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wished they'd turn to real&lt;br /&gt;You broke the promise&lt;br /&gt;And made me realise&lt;br /&gt;It was all just a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been forever&lt;br /&gt;Now we have reached the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world may have failed you&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't give the reason why&lt;br /&gt;You could have chosen&lt;br /&gt;A different path of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile when you tore me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took my heart&lt;br /&gt;Deceived me right from the start&lt;br /&gt;You showed me dreams&lt;br /&gt;I wished they'd turn in to real&lt;br /&gt;You broke a promise&lt;br /&gt;And made me realise&lt;br /&gt;It was all just a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have been forever&lt;br /&gt;Now we have reached the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tal como eu já tinha dito anteriormente: "Depois de tantas desilusões com os meus amigos, cada vez me questiono mais acerca da essência de cada um deles...". Esta semana não foi um simples amigo a me desiludir, foi o meu melhor amigo. Como é possivel que uma pessoa em quem eu confiava tanto, fosse capaz de fazer aquilo que me fez... E o pior nem é isso, eu não fiquei chateado apenas por mim, o problema é que eu apresentei-o a outros amigos meus, e também eles foram traídos por ele, tentou pôr-nos uns contra os outros, e disse coisas bastantes desagradáveis acerca de mim... Os meus amigos que o conheciam ficaram muito desiludidos com ele... eu não fiquei apenas desiludido, eu fiquei em estado de choque, era uma das pessoas em quem eu confiava mais ... Esta música faz-me lembrar o que eu senti quando soube de tudo o que ele tinha feito... o que senti ao descobrir esta traição. Senti que ele se estava a rir nas minhas costas... Eu odeio a mentira, é das piores coisas que me podem fazer... Embora eu ainda vá falar com o meu amigo pessoalmente, para saber as razões de tudo isto, nada vai ser como antes... E isso magoa-me muito...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114805944882153626?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114805944882153626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114805944882153626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114805944882153626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114805944882153626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/angels_19.html' title='Angels'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114778575506566103</id><published>2006-05-16T14:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T14:22:35.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/ezekielbones.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/ezekielbones.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Chegou a hora de acordar para a vida. O facto é que ninguém me vem buscar, o passado largou-me e já não me quer de volta. Futuro, eu vou ter contigo. Dexo a minha inspiração para uma nova vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inside I feel life (aaah...)&lt;br /&gt;I rise into your light (aaah...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rise and leave the dream behind&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning to life&lt;br /&gt;Returning to life (ooh...)&lt;br /&gt;By the sound of your voice&lt;br /&gt;And the love that you give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see - I have found&lt;br /&gt;How deep my roots have grown&lt;br /&gt;I rise and leave the dream behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your arms open&lt;br /&gt;I'm devoted&lt;br /&gt;In sunshine and shadow&lt;br /&gt;You love and protect me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm returning to life&lt;br /&gt;I am back in your arms&lt;br /&gt;Mother you give me hope&lt;br /&gt;When I'm cold and alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114778575506566103?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114778575506566103/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114778575506566103&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114778575506566103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114778575506566103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114772102010559230</id><published>2006-05-15T20:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:23:40.116+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Reviver o Passado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/darkheart_bigcat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/darkheart_bigcat.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...E de novo acredito que nada do que é importante se perde verdadeiramente. Apenas nos iludimos, julgando ser donos das coisas, dos instantes e dos outros. Comigo caminham todos os mortos que amei, todos os amigos que se afastaram, todos os dias felizes que se apagaram. Nao perdi nada, apenas a ilusao de que tudo podia ser meu para sempre."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114772102010559230?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114772102010559230/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114772102010559230&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114772102010559230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114772102010559230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/reviver-o-passado.html' title='Reviver o Passado'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114770968164902796</id><published>2006-05-15T16:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T17:14:41.666+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/memories.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/memories.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Memories, memories, memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world you tried&lt;br /&gt;Not leaving me alone behind&lt;br /&gt;There's no other way&lt;br /&gt;I'll pray to the gods: let him stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories ease the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;Now I know why&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers, silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made me promise I'd try&lt;br /&gt;To find my way back in this life&lt;br /&gt;I hope there is away&lt;br /&gt;To give me a sign you're okay&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me again&lt;br /&gt;It's worth it all&lt;br /&gt;So I can go home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together in all these memories&lt;br /&gt;I see your smile&lt;br /&gt;All the memories I hold dear&lt;br /&gt;Darling you know I love you till the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;In silent moments&lt;br /&gt;Imagine you'd be here&lt;br /&gt;All of my memories&lt;br /&gt;Keep you near&lt;br /&gt;The silent whispers, silent tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span  lang="EN-GB" style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Porquê que me sinto tão agarrado ao passado? Às minhas memórias... a memórias que me fazem sofrer... Quando estou sozinho no meu quarto penso em tantas coisas, o quanto eu mudei neste último ano... penso que toda a gente gosta deste novo eu... O meu "Eu" de antes fazia de tudo para agradar os outros, mas agora faço de tudo para agradar a mim próprio, faço tudo para viver a minha vida, e não a que os outros querem que eu viva.&lt;br /&gt;No meu último post também falei disto, que com o passar do tempo aprendi a ser "Eu próprio" e não uma fachada que faz de tudo só para agradar as outras pessoas...&lt;br /&gt;Fiz tantas coisas que não devia, e sei que apesar de todas as pessoas já me terem perdoado... eu talvez ainda não me tenha perdoado por completo...&lt;br /&gt;Como posso eu cumprir a promessa que fiz ao meu melhor amigo? Prometi-lhe que ia ser feliz, prometi-lhe que ia viver a vida à minha maneira... Mas não consigo cumprir a promessa...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que tenho medo da felicidade? Acho que tenho medo que ela acabe depressa... medo de não conseguir suportar, de novo, tudo o que sofri. Estou frágil... Não sei se vou aguentar outra partida da vida... Tenho medo de tudo o que possa acontecer, apesar de estar a viver a vida que quero, penso em todos os passos que dou, para não voltar a cair...&lt;br /&gt;Porquê que deixo esta memórias assombrarem-me? Tenho medo... Parece que estou a viver tudo outra vez, neste momento está tudo a passar na minha cabeça... tudo o que vivi, tudo o que sofri... neste momento está tudo presente...Quero deixar estas memórias que me impedem de viver... Mas não consigo...&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me preso a um passado que quero esquecer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114770968164902796?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114770968164902796/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114770968164902796&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114770968164902796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114770968164902796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/memories.html' title='Memories'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114763109603094637</id><published>2006-05-14T19:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T19:24:56.043+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Stand My Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/sharontube.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/sharontube.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can See&lt;br /&gt;When You Stay Low&lt;br /&gt;Nothing Happens&lt;br /&gt;Does It Feel Right?&lt;br /&gt;Late At Night&lt;br /&gt;Things I Thought I'd Put Behind Me&lt;br /&gt;Haunt My Mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Know There's No Escape Now&lt;br /&gt;Once It Sets It's Eyes On You&lt;br /&gt;But I Wont Run&lt;br /&gt;Have To Stare It In The Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Give In&lt;br /&gt;No More Denying&lt;br /&gt;I've Gotta Face It&lt;br /&gt;Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's All Around&lt;br /&gt;Getting Stronger, Coming Closer Into My World&lt;br /&gt;I Can Feel That It's Time For Me To Face It&lt;br /&gt;Can I Take It?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though This Might Just Be The Ending&lt;br /&gt;Of The Life I Held So Dear&lt;br /&gt;But I Won't Run&lt;br /&gt;There's No Turning Back From Here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Give In&lt;br /&gt;No More Denying&lt;br /&gt;I've Gotta Face It&lt;br /&gt;Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I Know For Sure Is That I'm Trying&lt;br /&gt;I Will Always Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Give In, (I Won't Give In)&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Give Up, (I Won't Give Up)&lt;br /&gt;No More Denying&lt;br /&gt;I've Gotta Face It&lt;br /&gt;Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;I Won't Give In&lt;br /&gt;No More Denying&lt;br /&gt;I've Gotta Face It&lt;br /&gt;Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will&lt;br /&gt;Stand My Ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É incrivel como uma simples música me ajudou tanto num dos momentos mais dificeis da minha vida. Esta música transmite-me a mensagem de que tenho de lutar contra os meus problemas, tenho de viver a minha vida, não posso deixar ninguém vive-la por mim.&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu comecei a aperceber que me sentia atraído por rapazes o meu mundo desmoronou totalmente, e com a morte do meu melhor amigo, que foi a primeira pessoa a quem eu falei sobre isso, tudo se tornou muito mais difícil. Entrei em depressão, tentei o suicidio, mudei radicalmente... Comecei a fechar-me num mundo que criei, um mundo de refúgio, mas apercebi-me que não conseguia lutar contra o que estava a sentir, apesar de tentar fugir a tudo... ("It's All Around Getting Stronger, Coming Closer Into My World")... Quando comecei a entrar nesta onda de músicas góticas e me deparei com a letra desta música, vi a minha vida e os meus sentimentos reflectidos na letra... Apercebi-me de que não vale a pena fugir, que simplesmente tinha de erguer a cabeça e lutar ("I've Gotta Face It, Won't Close My Eyes And Hide The Truth Inside")...&lt;br /&gt;A partir de então deixei de mentir a mim próprio, consegui sair aos poucos da depressão. Agora é tudo mais fácil, já consigo olhar no espelho e dizer: "Não há problema nenhum, é normal." A partir de agora vou fazer o que eu quero, e não o que os outros querem para mim. ("If I Don't Make It, Someone Else Will Stand My Ground").&lt;br /&gt;Não posso afirmar que sou uma pessoa forte... Posso dizer que os meus erros me estão a fortificar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114763109603094637?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114763109603094637/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114763109603094637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114763109603094637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114763109603094637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/stand-my-ground.html' title='Stand My Ground'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114762173531398224</id><published>2006-05-14T16:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:48:55.320+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/nervos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/nervos.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114762173531398224?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114762173531398224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114762173531398224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114762173531398224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114762173531398224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114752451958254440</id><published>2006-05-13T13:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T13:48:39.596+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Esperança</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As vezes penso que a minha vida é linda, que me corre tudo bem e que sou feliz. Momentos esses que são quebrados por maus pensamentos, por coisas recentes que me fazem mal mas que também me fazem bem. A recordação fica sempre connosco, seja ela boa ou má. Esquecer é impossivel, tentar ignorar aí sim já pode acontecer.&lt;br /&gt;Começar uma nova etapa. É dificil mas não impossivel. Com novos amigos que ajudam, mudar a mim mesmo, olhar para a frente, deixar o passado ficar. Vou conseguir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/0027297859722.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/0027297859722.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ocean's Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Touch my heart like fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I cannot control you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You have deeper layers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You're alive and you're wild&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you're nearer to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I lean forward to touch you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;But you surprised me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I lean against you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will only fall through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes you seem to sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then a storm's coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear the ocean's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ah should I fear you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Are you caught in anger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gods cannot control you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Winds make you go higher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;If I swim to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will need to go up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;You will turn me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the storm's coming through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;When the morning dawns bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I admire the silveri-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;ness inside you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I look into this mirror&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ocean's way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The way of the ocean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's the waves rurled by the winds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114752451958254440?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114752451958254440/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114752451958254440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114752451958254440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114752451958254440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/esperana.html' title='Esperança'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114730315379815911</id><published>2006-05-10T23:39:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T00:19:13.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Where will you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/evanescence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/evanescence.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:100%;"&gt;You’re too important for anyone&lt;br /&gt;You play the role of all you long to be&lt;br /&gt;But I, I know who you really are&lt;br /&gt;You’re the one who cries when you’re alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where will you go&lt;br /&gt;With no one left to save you from yourself&lt;br /&gt;You can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;You can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You think that I can’t see right through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Scared to death to face reality&lt;br /&gt;No one seems to hear your hidden cries&lt;br /&gt;You’re left to face yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize you’re afraid&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t abandon everyone&lt;br /&gt;You can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to escape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so sick of speaking words that no one understands&lt;br /&gt;Is it clear enough that you can’t live your whole life all alone&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you when you whisper&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t even hear me screaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize you’re afraid&lt;br /&gt;But you can’t reject the whole world&lt;br /&gt;You can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;You won’t escape&lt;br /&gt;You can’t escape&lt;br /&gt;You don’t want to escape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta é uma das minhas músicas favoritas dos Evanescence. Foi-me dedicada por uma pessoa muito especial para mim e que me conhece, talvez, melhor que ninguém. A letra desta música tem um significado muito forte para mim, e retrata muito bem um dos pontos da minha personalidade... Tal como a música diz, eu sou aquele que chora quando estou sozinho ("You’re the one who cries when you’re alone"), eu sou aquele que quando está perto dos amigos, finjo que estou bem, quando na verdade não estou... Posso parecer que estou feliz, quando a realidade não é bem assim... Eu sou aquele que não fala dos seus sentimentos, sou aquele que ajuda, mas que não consegue pedir ajuda... A minha amiga dedicou-me esta música na altura em que eu lhe falei da minha orientação sexual... como a música diz eu não posso fugir de mim mesmo... eu não me posso fechar no meu mundo e esperar que me venham tirar desta escuridão, se eu nunca falar do que estou a sentir... Por isso com ela deixei de esconder o que sinto, deixei de mentir acerca do meu verdadeiro "Eu", comecei a viver... Mas embora já esteja mais à vontade comigo mesmo... continuo a esconder quando estou mal, continuo a fingir que está tudo bem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114730315379815911?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114730315379815911/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114730315379815911&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114730315379815911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114730315379815911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/where-will-you-go.html' title='Where will you go'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114719092648936823</id><published>2006-05-09T16:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:27:53.450+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/Highsun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 247px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/Highsun.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my hands&lt;br /&gt;A legacy of memories&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you say my name&lt;br /&gt;I can almost see your smile&lt;br /&gt;Feel the warmth of your embrace&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing but silence now&lt;br /&gt;Around the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;Is this our farewell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darling you worry too much, my child&lt;br /&gt;See the sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone in life&lt;br /&gt;Although you might think that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought&lt;br /&gt;This day would come so soon&lt;br /&gt;We had no time to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;How can the world just carry on?&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lost when you are not by my side&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing but silence now&lt;br /&gt;Around the one I loved&lt;br /&gt;Is this our farewell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet darling you worry too much, my child&lt;br /&gt;See the sadness in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You are not alone in life&lt;br /&gt;Although you might think that you are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry your world is tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;I will watch you through these nights&lt;br /&gt;Rest your head and go to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because my child, this not our farewell.&lt;br /&gt;This is not our farewell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta música é inteiramente dedicada ao meu melhor amigo que já não está comigo... Infelizmente a morte veio buscá-lo muito cedo, não deu tempo sequer para lhe dizer "Adeus". Hoje foi mais um daqueles dias em que andei perdido nas minhas memórias e lembrei-me dele, e do quanto ele me está a fazer falta. Dei por mim a pensar: "É engraçado... eu sempre tive tendência para procurar a morte, mas foi ele quem a encontrou primeiro... ele que tinha tanto amor à vida..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114719092648936823?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114719092648936823/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114719092648936823&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114719092648936823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114719092648936823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/our-farewell.html' title='Our Farewell'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114713465582410402</id><published>2006-05-09T01:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T19:28:36.466+01:00</updated><title type='text'>For Amelie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/drtikol.soul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 222px; height: 284px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/drtikol.soul.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why don't you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why can't I hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(You) never said that you'd &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know you are somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;held &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every time you were down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;crying &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;stopped&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When I was around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why don't you love me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now tell me truly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Was it there in your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;All that I'm left with&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;dream &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;of me and you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You filled my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;With your beauty and with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We're different although&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We were just like water in sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why dont you feel me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why cant I hold your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You never said that you'd leave me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;are somewhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I held you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When you fell to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And now you've torn all my hope apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You could have said &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;good-bye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Novo grupo que não conhecia. Fiquei apaixonado por esta música. Bem gira, calminha e claro, com muio significado (como todas as músicas góticas :p)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;&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/27638477-114713465582410402?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114713465582410402/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114713465582410402&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114713465582410402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114713465582410402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-amelie.html' title='For Amelie'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114704589443718988</id><published>2006-05-08T00:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:30:06.010+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dangerous Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/EAE23D77C5E792ABE030A8C0E9C81189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/EAE23D77C5E792ABE030A8C0E9C81189.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for answers&lt;br /&gt;'cause something is not right.&lt;br /&gt;I follow the signs,&lt;br /&gt;I'm close to the fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear that soon you'll reveal&lt;br /&gt;Your dangerous mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I fear your smile and the promise inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I fear your presence, I'm frozen inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for answers&lt;br /&gt;Not questioned before.&lt;br /&gt;The curse of awareness,&lt;br /&gt;There's no peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;As your true colours show&lt;br /&gt;A dangerous sign.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;I see the truth that you've buried inside.&lt;br /&gt;It's in your eyes, what's on your mind.&lt;br /&gt;There is no mercy just anger I find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have know, while I still have time.&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to run, or hide away from you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Esta música reflecte bem o que eu penso acerca das pessoas, ao principio parece sempre tudo muito bom, faço amizades e tenho dificuldade em ver maldade nas pessoas, apesar de me avisarem. A verdade é que, depois de tantas desilusões com os meus amigos, cada vez me questiono mais acerca da essência de cada um deles... O que estará dentro dos seus corações? Maybe a dangerous mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Identifico-me muito também com esta letra, porque até eu mesmo sou capaz de me surpreender... há coisas em mim que desconhecia por completo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114704589443718988?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114704589443718988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114704589443718988&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114704589443718988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114704589443718988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/dangerous-mind.html' title='A Dangerous Mind'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114704184632050571</id><published>2006-05-07T23:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T18:58:21.816+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7071/1218/1600/Foto%28223%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 239px; height: 179px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7071/1218/320/Foto%28223%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt; How many times have you told me you love her?&lt;br /&gt;As many times as I wanted to tell you the truth.&lt;br /&gt;How long have I stood here beside you?&lt;br /&gt;I lived through you, you looked through me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Still with me is only you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times have I done this to myself?&lt;br /&gt;How long will it take before I see?&lt;br /&gt;When will this hole in my heart be mended?&lt;br /&gt;Who now is left alone but me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Forever me and forever you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Only you, Only true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone leaves me stranded,&lt;br /&gt;forgotten, abandoned&lt;br /&gt;left behind.&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay here another night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your secret admirer, who could it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Can't you see all along it was me?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be so blind as to see right through me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Still with me is only you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, solitude&lt;br /&gt;I can't stay away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Forever me and forever you&lt;br /&gt;Ooo, Solitude&lt;br /&gt;Only you, Only true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114704184632050571?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114704184632050571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114704184632050571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114704184632050571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114704184632050571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114694350845444531</id><published>2006-05-06T20:19:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T01:13:06.610+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Aware...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/1600/WithinTemptation.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; width: 223px; cursor: pointer; height: 170px;" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7254/2916/320/WithinTemptation.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu amigo bOyZiTu convidou-me para fazer parte deste blog... coitadinhos dos leitores, preparem-se para aturar os meus devaneios. MUAHAHAH&lt;br /&gt;Entretanto deixo-vos com a foto da minha cantora favorita, Sharon den Adel, vocalista dos Within Temptation (best band in the world).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOTHIC RULES&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114694350845444531?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114694350845444531/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114694350845444531&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114694350845444531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114694350845444531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/be-aware.html' title='Be Aware...'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27638477.post-114692211109988605</id><published>2006-05-06T14:23:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T14:28:31.113+01:00</updated><title type='text'>1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/1600/52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 100px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2530/2915/320/52.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dark Dreams, onde todos os sonhos são negros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem-vindos. Blog dedicado inteiramente a musicas góticas e pensamentos  de um rapaz  que entra na fase  do obscuro, da escuridão.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/27638477-114692211109988605?l=dreams-dark.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/feeds/114692211109988605/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=27638477&amp;postID=114692211109988605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114692211109988605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/27638477/posts/default/114692211109988605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreams-dark.blogspot.com/2006/05/1.html' title='1'/><author><name>Johny boy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17576773028868467594</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_nByospF1F4o/SCQU4JMojmI/AAAAAAAAAB8/VN4UlMy_ATY/S220/me..........jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
