<?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-19552338</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:06:45.484+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Com um quê...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-6171366351303616175</id><published>2007-10-13T13:32:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T23:27:21.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Será Deus quem nos criou?</title><content type='html'>Será Deus quem nos criou?&lt;br /&gt;À imagem Dele?&lt;br /&gt;Em nome Dele,&lt;br /&gt;Fazemos de tudo um pouco,&lt;br /&gt;Menos libertarmo-nos Dele.&lt;br /&gt;Em memoria dele,&lt;br /&gt;Que se convertem filhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saberem o que são,&lt;br /&gt;Quem são,&lt;br /&gt;O que vão ser,&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo a mesma linha.&lt;br /&gt;O mesmo traço onde nada se denota.&lt;br /&gt;Onde não é possivel ser diferente,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas, e só, uma imagem à imagem.&lt;br /&gt;Disse quem?&lt;br /&gt;Ele não foi.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me disse nada,&lt;br /&gt;Nem em segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Só eu posso sussurrar.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda que só um pouco, quase nada.&lt;br /&gt;E só isso quase chega para ser diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que no Inferno,&lt;br /&gt;Onde irei parar,&lt;br /&gt;Se usam tracejados.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ninguem anda em linha recta.&lt;br /&gt;Nunca ouvi ninguem a querer sair de lá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi dizer que no Céu,&lt;br /&gt;São todos movidos a espanto.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo a luzes brilhantes.&lt;br /&gt;Vem de lá a coragem...&lt;br /&gt;Meio sonho, meio sonho acordado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-2765031455714081774</id><published>2007-07-16T10:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:39:44.110+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Que a minha memória me teste</title><content type='html'>Que a minha memória me teste&lt;br /&gt;Se isto que ouço não é música&lt;br /&gt;E isto que escrevo não sou eu.&lt;br /&gt;Eu que aqui me sento e me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Como se ontem fosse diferente.&lt;br /&gt;E fui...&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou outro que outra música ouve.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje escrevo diferente, mas nem sempre&lt;br /&gt;diferente do que escrevo sou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se a vida começa e logo acaba.&lt;br /&gt;Sou esse meio de existência.&lt;br /&gt;E assim pelo menos sei onde estou.&lt;br /&gt;Sei o que sou e onde pertenço.&lt;br /&gt;Por isso a chuva me parece bonita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu outro e não escrevia isto,&lt;br /&gt;Fosse eu outro alguém e não ouvia&lt;br /&gt;nem esta música, nem nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvi e escrevi, como se fosse ontem.&lt;br /&gt;Menti...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-2765031455714081774?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/2765031455714081774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=2765031455714081774' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/2765031455714081774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Não desejo sequer sonhar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter medo de até atravessar a rua&lt;br /&gt;Ter que olhar para dois lados e mais um&lt;br /&gt;Num triângulo de medo&lt;br /&gt;Como se não soubesse que a minha vida ia acabar de qualquer maneira&lt;br /&gt;Como se não vivesse para morrer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aperto o casaco que está frio&lt;br /&gt;Todos os dias está cada vez mais frio.&lt;br /&gt;Contei-os... Chamei-lhes centenas.&lt;br /&gt;Só para não me lembrar do seu nome certo.&lt;br /&gt;Sei que era qualquer coisa entre uma coisa qualquer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu soubesse que hoje ia chover...&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu soubesse que a graça divina de quem precisa&lt;br /&gt;Se ia transformar em tão inferno para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto o meu peso em água&lt;br /&gt;Que não larga o casaco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já tinha idade para ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Fez ontem 6 dias que fez um ano que deveria ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Entre centenas de dias, algures no meio&lt;br /&gt;Já deveria ser alguém&lt;br /&gt;Já toda a gente deveria saber o meu nome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posso ver-me numa poça de água&lt;br /&gt;Tenho feições dos paralelos da estrada.&lt;br /&gt;E talvez o mereça. Para saber falar a sério&lt;br /&gt;Ficar como pedra. Sucumbir ao frio.&lt;br /&gt;Esquecer a chuva e o casaco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-6117500935729976211?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/6117500935729976211/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=6117500935729976211' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/6117500935729976211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/6117500935729976211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2007/04/enquanto.html' 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/&gt;Mostrando sabedoria e idade e reflexão&lt;br /&gt;E eu, que tenho para mostrar?&lt;br /&gt;Temo que nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quadra à poesia ou quintilha a ti?&lt;br /&gt;Uma imagem que vale mais que mil palavras&lt;br /&gt;E talvez mais uma, essa que ninguém se lembra&lt;br /&gt;Que toda a gente tem medo sequer de pensar&lt;br /&gt;E cai em esquecimento e cai em desgraça e cai em mim&lt;br /&gt;A imagem que capta aquele olhar e aquele sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Que a mim me faz flutuar&lt;br /&gt;E eu mudo e eu gosto&lt;br /&gt;Gosto de te olhar e de te pensar e de te sentir&lt;br /&gt;Mas e eu, que tenho para mostrar?&lt;br /&gt;Temo que nada...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-3329120925736582056?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/3329120925736582056/comments/default' 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src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-1229694694786244519</id><published>2006-09-01T15:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T15:29:05.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>And I scream</title><content type='html'>All the deafs can't hear my soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-1229694694786244519?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/1229694694786244519/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=1229694694786244519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/1229694694786244519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/1229694694786244519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-scream.html' title='And I scream'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115680363917602905</id><published>2006-08-28T23:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T23:20:39.190+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quanto tempo?</title><content type='html'>O desejo de matar o irmão&lt;br /&gt;Meia família, porque não?&lt;br /&gt;Basta um simples toque num botão&lt;br /&gt;Para perder a razão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E se nada mais existe, nem loucura nem solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Porquê continuar sozinho e triste no meio da confusão?&lt;br /&gt;Dizes que o teu coração está com Deus e esse com o teu irmão.&lt;br /&gt;Já não há mais nada que te ofereça a não ser a redenção.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115680363917602905?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115680363917602905/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115680363917602905' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115680363917602905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115680363917602905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/08/quanto-tempo.html' title='Quanto tempo?'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115559528201327351</id><published>2006-08-14T23:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T23:41:22.026+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please take me to the place that I call home</title><content type='html'>Please take me to the place that I call home&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that then I can be alone&lt;br /&gt;Please take me by the hand&lt;br /&gt;Tell me we'll meet tomorrow by the sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I can't sleep&lt;br /&gt;Because that memory of yours I want to keep&lt;br /&gt;So I turn on the light&lt;br /&gt;And the light fills my room in this night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for the bright day&lt;br /&gt;You know they're full of keynotes by the end of May&lt;br /&gt;We'll be seeing the solitude of a keystroke&lt;br /&gt;A pursuit in an ink made stroke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving words in a tire swing&lt;br /&gt;I swear that I don't know what you mean&lt;br /&gt;There was no doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;That there you were. You're too kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shout even louder&lt;br /&gt;Climb that huge ladder&lt;br /&gt;Up until your room, where I found a secret in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;And I tell you with the speed of a rocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at the moon&lt;br /&gt;And it's light fills in my room&lt;br /&gt;Like an old fashioned smile&lt;br /&gt;Like it only took a little while&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115559528201327351?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115559528201327351/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115559528201327351' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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militar e matam o trausente.&lt;br /&gt;E começa o dia com os líderes que mentem e  traem,&lt;br /&gt;O seu povo e a sua fé com ar destroçado e porém, sorridente.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115438617076037526?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115438617076037526/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115438617076037526' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115438617076037526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115438617076037526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/07/e-assim-comea.html' title='E assim começa...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115418211635627613</id><published>2006-07-29T15:08:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T15:08:36.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday I'll tell you</title><content type='html'>Hear the tone&lt;br /&gt;Heartbreak one&lt;br /&gt;The reason is just there&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother look everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the city lights&lt;br /&gt;A romance and a candle that lights&lt;br /&gt;A bedtime story&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful glory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me&lt;br /&gt;We belong together, seems to be&lt;br /&gt;So I'll take the same route, the same kiss&lt;br /&gt;That one is very hard to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me if it's true&lt;br /&gt;If we belong together, me and you&lt;br /&gt;By the gossip stare&lt;br /&gt;Don't bother look everywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the vague space of the atmosphere&lt;br /&gt;I feel something like fear&lt;br /&gt;And your love becames a struggle&lt;br /&gt;But one whos sweet and noble&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115418211635627613?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115418211635627613/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115418211635627613' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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minister can stop me now&lt;br /&gt;The curvy sets that example&lt;br /&gt;And the drums pace you heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And by earing the sample&lt;br /&gt;I create the most ample&lt;br /&gt;Tectonic and organic transformation&lt;br /&gt;Another beat, another creation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that scratch sets the breakdown of political creation&lt;br /&gt;The roots of a new dimension&lt;br /&gt;So it's 'bye amigo'&lt;br /&gt;And I keep introducing a new 'castigo'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote this distortion&lt;br /&gt;And I start to feel the emotion&lt;br /&gt;And not even Jack can follow the example&lt;br /&gt;Questions? Just follow the trignometric sample&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I keep on typing&lt;br /&gt;Hitting the keyboard without stoping&lt;br /&gt;But have to compliment that guy&lt;br /&gt;Give him a handshake as he doesn't lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it looks that I'm running out of noise&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm an anti-scene-creation slash soft hipnoise&lt;br /&gt;It's like an habbit or a threat&lt;br /&gt;From those nerds of Star Trek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it hurts you've got to stand up&lt;br /&gt;So stand brother, up and high&lt;br /&gt;Show your abstract light&lt;br /&gt;And shut down the TV&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115418185152588543?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115418185152588543/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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type='text'>Way</title><content type='html'>What a great day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that's a good day&lt;br /&gt;Such a pleasant day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I've done was look at the sky&lt;br /&gt;The bright was nice&lt;br /&gt;But you turn your face away&lt;br /&gt;You shown me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what a great day&lt;br /&gt;That's a good day&lt;br /&gt;Oh, such a pleasant day&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am&lt;br /&gt;Trying to get the best of you&lt;br /&gt;While you look away&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I stand&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go?&lt;br /&gt;Take the train, take the bus, take another way&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know what to say&lt;br /&gt;I know the words and the chords&lt;br /&gt;So you smile all the way&lt;br /&gt;And I know I've gained my day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now where do I stand?&lt;br /&gt;Where should I go?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll take the train, take the bus, take that other way&lt;br /&gt;But I choose to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look me with those big eyes&lt;br /&gt;Touch your hair, feels great&lt;br /&gt;Make promises of a new day&lt;br /&gt;Another talk, another say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know now&lt;br /&gt;You're different, you're not the same&lt;br /&gt;So I look again at the way&lt;br /&gt;It looks so great this day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am at your door&lt;br /&gt;With a bunch of flowers in my hand&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about that day&lt;br /&gt;Where you promised me your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I think it was a great day&lt;br /&gt;Such a pleasant day, because&lt;br /&gt;I remember you say&lt;br /&gt;'I want you either way'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115288466177154508?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115218719651915521</id><published>2006-07-06T12:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T12:59:56.550+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Desert</title><content type='html'>The story of The Desert City...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thedesert.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://thedesert.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115218719651915521?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115218719651915521/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115218719651915521' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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share that second of a lifetime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take my most heroic courage&lt;br /&gt;And you prepare for war.&lt;br /&gt;We mixture a bit more than phone numbers&lt;br /&gt;We share a cup of the nicest coffee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say goodbye with that look on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you smile and say that you want me in a next time.&lt;br /&gt;We mixture a hug and a kiss&lt;br /&gt;We share both desire and passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open the door and look back to meet your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And you gesture another kiss.&lt;br /&gt;We mixture the best moment of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We share this one time moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115134169543235484?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115134169543235484/comments/default' title='Enviar 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src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115047914928784256</id><published>2006-06-16T18:32:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-16T18:32:29.310+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou aqui...</title><content type='html'>... a ver o tempo a passar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115047914928784256?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115047914928784256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115047914928784256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115047914928784256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115047914928784256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/06/estou-aqui.html' title='Estou aqui...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-115032026335498690</id><published>2006-06-14T22:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:24:23.370+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Poesia</title><content type='html'>Poesia feita de palavras e solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Versos e sentidos, escritos a mão.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo para eu ler,&lt;br /&gt;Para eu próprio me conhecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre aromas de maresia e cheiros de alcatrão,&lt;br /&gt;Entre vistas  de verde brilhante e cinza carvão.&lt;br /&gt;Continuo a escrever para quem me quiser ler,&lt;br /&gt;Para quem me quiser conheçer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trago recordações debaixo do braço,&lt;br /&gt;Misturadas entre papel e um ou outro traço.&lt;br /&gt;Recheadas de lembranças e recordações,&lt;br /&gt;De um passado feito com distinções.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levo para todo o lado esse livro de embaraço,&lt;br /&gt;Um livro irreal de imaginado idioma de aço.&lt;br /&gt;Recheado de atenções,&lt;br /&gt;Escrito a memórias de revoluções.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-115032026335498690?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/115032026335498690/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=115032026335498690' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115032026335498690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/115032026335498690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/06/poesia.html' title='Poesia'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114985103596916402</id><published>2006-06-09T12:03:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T12:03:55.980+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vivo</title><content type='html'>Vivo cansado&lt;br /&gt;Algures entre o infinito e o passado&lt;br /&gt;Acabo por ser, um ser transtornado&lt;br /&gt;Perdido no tempo e no poder, mesmo ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só penso naquilo que não faço&lt;br /&gt;Só penso naquele teu último abraço&lt;br /&gt;Forte e apertado com deve ser um laço&lt;br /&gt;Tão apertado como baço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de luz e de tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ambas as forças de um Universo  de desalento&lt;br /&gt;Penso naquele momento&lt;br /&gt;E no teu doce olhar, cheio de sentimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo preso à lembrança&lt;br /&gt;De algo mais positivo e  só me falta  esperança&lt;br /&gt;De algo maior, de uma aliança&lt;br /&gt;Do final da noite, de uma última dança.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só tento fazer&lt;br /&gt;Tento fazer algo que me faça  transparecer&lt;br /&gt;Para que me possas ver&lt;br /&gt;Mas de outra forma que não cansado, transtornado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de ti&lt;br /&gt;Que estejas aqui!&lt;br /&gt;Que me dês alento enquanto me sento, ali&lt;br /&gt;Ali onde te fito, a ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, vivo algures&lt;br /&gt;Entre ti e o cais, cais de nenhures…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, só tento não esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Quem sou e quem quero ser…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, preciso de paz&lt;br /&gt;De trazer paz à guerra mordaz…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114985103596916402?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114958475635511424</id><published>2006-06-06T10:05:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:05:56.356+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Please</title><content type='html'>Save me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114958475635511424?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114958475635511424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114958475635511424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114958475635511424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114958475635511424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/06/please_06.html' title='Please'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114824669486145749</id><published>2006-05-21T22:24:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:24:54.870+01:00</updated><title type='text'>A tua voz</title><content type='html'>Tens voz de brisa&lt;br/&gt;E voz de tempestade&lt;br/&gt;Tens voz de luz&lt;br/&gt;E voz de explosão&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A tua voz transpira&lt;br/&gt;Ruge por dentro&lt;br/&gt;Notas em espira&lt;br/&gt;Tom de sentimento&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tens voz de ira&lt;br/&gt;E voz de paz&lt;br/&gt;Tens voz de raiva&lt;br/&gt;E voz de calma&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A tua voz que me fascina&lt;br/&gt;E me corrói&lt;br/&gt;Tenho inevitável estima&lt;br/&gt;Pela tua palavra que rói&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Tens voz&lt;br/&gt;E voz não te há-de faltar!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A tua voz que se faz ouvir&lt;br/&gt;Mesmo em silêncio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114824669486145749?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114824669486145749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114824669486145749' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114823883381028083?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114823883381028083/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114823883381028083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114823883381028083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114823883381028083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/05/tell-him.html' title='Tell him'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114763860530233303</id><published>2006-05-14T21:30:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T22:21:52.396+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Velocidade</title><content type='html'>Só tens estrada á tua frente&lt;br /&gt;Comes asfalto sem atraso&lt;br /&gt;Trocas de mudanças com perícia de piloto&lt;br /&gt;E olhas para o relógio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só reparas na noite que se mantém&lt;br /&gt;Não se altera nem transforma&lt;br /&gt;No luar que te persegue&lt;br /&gt;E te inquieta ao ponto de carregares no acelerador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só reparas nas pérolas que reluzem&lt;br /&gt;E te indicam o teu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Que ficam para trás&lt;br /&gt;Cada vez mais e mais rápido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só deixas borracha para a história&lt;br /&gt;Á medida que ultrapassas mais um inocente&lt;br /&gt;Colas o pedal ao fundo do carro&lt;br /&gt;Como se quisesses ainda mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só agora reparas que a estrada não acaba&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que andes, não vês o seu final&lt;br /&gt;E qual é a tua saída?&lt;br /&gt;Só agora reparas que não tens saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso aceleras…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(dedicado ao meu amigo digas e ao seu pd100 bufante)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114763860530233303?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114763860530233303/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114763860530233303' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ele&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Até o tempo passa&lt;br/&gt;Nesta terra de ninguém&lt;br/&gt;A falta de alma e de raça&lt;br/&gt;Mas alguém a tem?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A textura e a cor&lt;br/&gt;A fotografia e o filme&lt;br/&gt;Tolda-te e já sabes de cor&lt;br/&gt;O teu texto para o crime&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Só tens de gritar&lt;br/&gt;Mostrar o teu lado negro&lt;br/&gt;Inspirar o teu próprio ar&lt;br/&gt;Exaltar o teu nervo&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;A tua falta de expressão&lt;br/&gt;De giz e carvão&lt;br/&gt;Sobra-me a razão&lt;br/&gt;E o teu coração&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Esse teu teatro, representação&lt;br/&gt;Transformação do real pelo irreal&lt;br/&gt;A premissa da exaltação, ficção&lt;br/&gt;Mas tu sabes que serei sempre leal&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Onde começa ou acaba&lt;br/&gt;A tua falta de expressão&lt;br/&gt;Que te deixa sem fala&lt;br/&gt;E voltas-te para a incompreensão&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;O teu nevoeiro&lt;br/&gt;Que me tolda o olhar&lt;br/&gt;Sou como um cargueiro&lt;br/&gt;À deriva em alto-mar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114650384585260371?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114650384585260371/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114650384585260371' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114650384585260371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114650384585260371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/05/tu.html' title='Tu'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114616904007577142</id><published>2006-04-27T21:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:17:20.083+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Vício</title><content type='html'>Pensei que a música fosse acalmar&lt;br/&gt;O desejo que não tem parar&lt;br/&gt;Não estou em mim,&lt;br/&gt;Não posso parar&lt;br/&gt;Não percebo porque não esmorece&lt;br/&gt;O que é que se está a passar?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Loucura do momento&lt;br/&gt;Tempestade ou sentimento?&lt;br/&gt;Sou eu ou temperamento?&lt;br/&gt;Algo de nós se apoderou&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Bem sei que nunca vou chegar&lt;br/&gt;Mas eu vou-te enfrentar&lt;br/&gt;Tu estás em mim,&lt;br/&gt;Não te consigo acalmar&lt;br/&gt;Não percebo porque não esmorece&lt;br/&gt;O que é que se está a passar?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;(inspirado em ‘Vício de Ti’ de João Pedro Coimbra)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114616904007577142?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114616904007577142/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114616904007577142' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114616904007577142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114616904007577142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/vcio.html' title='Vício'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114616838569753089</id><published>2006-04-27T21:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T21:09:01.686+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection</title><content type='html'>It’s vanishing&lt;br /&gt;It’s going away&lt;br /&gt;I’m trying&lt;br /&gt;To keep on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true&lt;br /&gt;It feels just so great&lt;br /&gt;I’m not blue&lt;br /&gt;I’m feeling just so ok&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind&lt;br /&gt;Has played tricks on my head&lt;br /&gt;But never mind&lt;br /&gt;I am just playing dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s time&lt;br /&gt;To stop running away&lt;br /&gt;Perfection&lt;br /&gt;Can get in the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114616838569753089?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114616838569753089/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114616838569753089' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114616838569753089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114616838569753089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/perfection.html' title='Perfection'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114556457879187424</id><published>2006-04-20T21:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T21:22:58.840+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair</title><content type='html'>If life was fair, death wouldn’t exist.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114556457879187424?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114556457879187424/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114556457879187424' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114556457879187424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114556457879187424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/fair.html' title='Fair'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114530400232075985</id><published>2006-04-17T21:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T21:00:04.246+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mad</title><content type='html'>I thought I had you for a day&lt;br/&gt;After all, I just had for a second&lt;br/&gt;My hands haven’t forgotten you&lt;br/&gt;As I still remember your name&lt;br/&gt;Too bad you were just cruel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No matter what today&lt;br/&gt;I won’t be placed in second&lt;br/&gt;Behind everyone, or you&lt;br/&gt;In case you missed it, yes I came&lt;br/&gt;Came in first, guess it was the fuel&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;As the rains hit’s me&lt;br/&gt;I abandon my disgrace&lt;br/&gt;So I’m happy again&lt;br/&gt;You’re pleased just to see a man&lt;br/&gt;A man who’s not afraid from the gun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So don’t go blame me&lt;br/&gt;All I’ve done was fill you with grace&lt;br/&gt;So that it wouldn’t happen again&lt;br/&gt;Your denial for a man&lt;br/&gt;What’s the pleasure in that, I say it’s none&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I got tired of this game&lt;br/&gt;I swear that I’ve tried&lt;br/&gt;Tried to make you better than you are&lt;br/&gt;Guess you just don’t want to know&lt;br/&gt;As you know it best, I’m guessing…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now there is no one to blame&lt;br/&gt;And I know I’ve tried&lt;br/&gt;Tried to paint yourself different that you are&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know if you care, or you just throw&lt;br/&gt;Throw me away from you, I’m guessing…&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;But I’m not mad&lt;br/&gt;After all we’re friends&lt;br/&gt;And I’ll stand by you&lt;br/&gt;In every time of your life&lt;br/&gt;Just repressing your fears&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So I don’t need to go sad&lt;br/&gt;As we shall be forever friends&lt;br/&gt;Because I will never let you down, not you&lt;br/&gt;So in any time of your life&lt;br/&gt;I’ll wipe out your tears&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114530400232075985?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114530400232075985/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114530400232075985' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114530400232075985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114530400232075985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/mad.html' title='Mad'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114522564372669160</id><published>2006-04-16T23:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:14:03.766+01:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>Hey, what happened?&lt;br/&gt;What happened to this world we live in?&lt;br/&gt;All about treasure seekers and pirates.&lt;br/&gt;A world at an end&lt;br/&gt;Where we don’t live or let die.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;The bombs and shells polluting the atmospheres&lt;br/&gt;With noise and smoke.&lt;br/&gt;Crazy ideas and politics that turn us against our selves&lt;br/&gt;Life scanners that tells you what to do&lt;br/&gt;That pushes you to their life.&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Confused sheep’s in the mountain.&lt;br/&gt;Don’t know where to go.&lt;br/&gt;Don’t know where home is.&lt;br/&gt;Can’t find the way between the two paths&lt;br/&gt;Be evil or good? What should be my choice?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Pull the trigger at your friend.&lt;br/&gt;Show him that you’re not kidding&lt;br/&gt;Express your violence&lt;br/&gt;Can’t you do it?&lt;br/&gt;You certainly could, back at war!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You say I don’t know what you were doing&lt;br/&gt;It was nothing but orders&lt;br/&gt;Whose orders? Yours?&lt;br/&gt;You don’t even know how to lie&lt;br/&gt;But you could shoot, shoot at me!&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114522564372669160?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114522564372669160/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114522564372669160' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114522564372669160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114522564372669160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114470449723461182</id><published>2006-04-10T22:28:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:28:17.280+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Control</title><content type='html'>Reset&lt;br/&gt;Continue&lt;br/&gt;Stop&lt;br/&gt;Play&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;You don’t know what you’re doing&lt;br/&gt;Saying the things you’re saying&lt;br/&gt;I need to stop your words&lt;br/&gt;But I’ll need a bullet-proof vest&lt;br/&gt;To stop your bullets&lt;br/&gt;Shouted down your gun&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;So, stop&lt;br/&gt;So, reset&lt;br/&gt;Now play&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Better now?&lt;br/&gt;Did I help?&lt;br/&gt;Take you from the nightmare&lt;br/&gt;Awake up!&lt;br/&gt;Do you believe now?&lt;br/&gt;That I control time?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;No? Then pause&lt;br/&gt;No? Then reset&lt;br/&gt;Now play&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Nothing is unusual now&lt;br/&gt;It’s just me&lt;br/&gt;Or am I different?&lt;br/&gt;No, I keep the same&lt;br/&gt;The same old same&lt;br/&gt;Don’t you know me?&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Then reset&lt;br/&gt;Then continue&lt;br/&gt;Now play&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Enjoying this?&lt;br/&gt;Because I am&lt;br/&gt;You’re mine now&lt;br/&gt;I’ll put you in a jar&lt;br/&gt;So that you won’t fly away&lt;br/&gt;Away from me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114470449723461182?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114470449723461182/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114470449723461182' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114470449723461182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114470449723461182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/control.html' title='Control'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114458249126988770</id><published>2006-04-09T12:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:34:51.426+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Dúvida</title><content type='html'>Com a urgência de quem ama, ou com a pressa de quem odeia?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114458249126988770?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114458249126988770/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114458249126988770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114458249126988770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114458249126988770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/dvida.html' title='Dúvida'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114452898631413757</id><published>2006-04-08T21:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T21:43:06.360+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>How long am I awake?&lt;br/&gt;I look at the clock, but I see nothing…&lt;br/&gt;I turn on the light, but it’s still dark&lt;br/&gt;Now I’m claustrophobic&lt;br/&gt;Can’t breed the air&lt;br/&gt;It’s just too heavy&lt;br/&gt;I run to find the window&lt;br/&gt;And I open it with a rush&lt;br/&gt;The rush of a man who is choking&lt;br/&gt;The air circulates and the room breeds with me&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I travel around the world.&lt;br/&gt;Just to figure out what’s wrong with me.&lt;br/&gt;But no one can help me&lt;br/&gt;No one knows what I feel&lt;br/&gt;The heavy heart and soul&lt;br/&gt;Breaks my back in two pieces&lt;br/&gt;But this is no time for sorrow&lt;br/&gt;No time for complaints&lt;br/&gt;It’s time to face forward and walk&lt;br/&gt;And leave all behind&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Now I know how hard it is to please you&lt;br/&gt;Learn a bit too late&lt;br/&gt;Guess I shouldn’t said the things I said&lt;br/&gt;Guess I shouldn’t laugh&lt;br/&gt;Why did I wake up?&lt;br/&gt;To face the world?&lt;br/&gt;No, to face you!&lt;br/&gt;But you turn yourself away&lt;br/&gt;The only thing that you don’t know&lt;br/&gt;Is that I am the only one that can bring you freedom&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Do you want a taste of that?&lt;br/&gt;Of my mind or soul&lt;br/&gt;Maybe I’ll just give you a taste of lies&lt;br/&gt;Just to see how you can handle it&lt;br/&gt;The shadow on your eyes&lt;br/&gt;Shows me the way the time flows&lt;br/&gt;It starts to countdown&lt;br/&gt;From the end to the beginning&lt;br/&gt;So that you don’t know&lt;br/&gt;Don’t know what I am talking about&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114452898631413757?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114452898631413757/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114452898631413757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114452898631413757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114452898631413757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/04/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114357910578302140</id><published>2006-03-28T21:51:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-03-28T21:51:45.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>Há medida que ando, sinto o vento. Ele transporta-me até ao meu destino e eu o sigo.&lt;br/&gt;Cantas-me a tua história de fim-de-semana e eu a ouço. Sei o que se passa com tudo o que me rodeia sem olhar. É mais do mesmo, já não interessa.&lt;br/&gt;A monotonia confunde-se e mistura-se. Já nem lhe sinto o sabor. Aquele sabor amargo que me deixa agoniado. Sinto-me como se fogo me percorresse.&lt;br/&gt;Almas sem vida nem devaneio, tropeçam umas nas outras sem o saberem. Nem o notam! Apenas sentem algo, mas não ligam. Não ligam a eles próprios nem a nada. Apenas caminham mecanicamente. Seguem para todo o lado e não se questionam. Porquê? Porque tenho eu de fazer o mesmo percurso todos os dias? Há mesma hora, pelo mesmo caminho?&lt;br/&gt;Apenas andam, errantes, sem o saberem.&lt;br/&gt;Nunca pensaste se há mais alguma coisa? Para além da sobriedade e frieza? Por detrás da máscara que se põe de manha ao acordar e só se tira ao chegar a casa, depois de um fatigante dia de trabalho?&lt;br/&gt;Alguma espécie de coisa sobrenatural, que não o é. Pois se existe então é natural. É natural que exista.&lt;br/&gt;Dizem que não sou perfeito, que ninguém o é. Mas a natureza encarrega-se de tornar tudo perfeito. Logo eu sou perfeito, aos olhos da natureza. Porque não aos teus?&lt;br/&gt;Se sou perfeito, então só tenho qualidades. Então o medo é uma qualidade.&lt;br/&gt;Mas tu não precisas de ter medo. Já tens qualidades suficientes. Que brilham no teu olhar e no meu. Que te destacam da multidão e fazem de ti o que és. Tu!&lt;br/&gt;A tua personalidade moldada como a rocha, pelos anos, se torna suave ao toque.&lt;br/&gt;A erosão de qualidades que te torna numa espécie própria.&lt;br/&gt;Dizem que a sabedoria é infinita. Mas dentro do que sei, sou sábio. Não consigo saber mais nada. Não que não tente, mas simplesmente não consigo! Sei tudo o que tenho de saber de mim mesmo e por agora, basta-me. Torna-me uma pessoa melhor.&lt;br/&gt;Mas não aos teus olhos, porquê?&lt;br/&gt;Acho que faço demasiadas perguntas. Maior parte das quais, sem resposta. Pelo menos objectiva. Porque existe resposta para tudo. Para todas as perguntas, e interrogações.&lt;br/&gt;Para o significado do Universo, para a duração do tempo, para a vida. Existem perguntas e respostas! É assim mesmo que funciona. Mas porquê? Existirá resposta?&lt;br/&gt;Quanto tempo me resta? Poderá ser contabilizado? Se até o tempo é relativo… Como poderei ter certeza de algo?&lt;br/&gt;Questões de alguém que muito o quer saber. Saber mais do que apenas como vai o tempo! O saber não nos eleva, mas ajuda. E neste caso, quero ser bem mais alto. Tocar o céu e sentir as estrelas. Confundir-me com os astros e corpos celestes. Que como o meu, se contorcem em ritmos vários. Apenas e só, para parecem belos a teus olhos.&lt;br/&gt;Mas tu apenas caminha, mecanicamente. E segues o teu rumo…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114357910578302140?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114357910578302140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114357910578302140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114357910578302140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114357910578302140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/caminho.html' title='Caminho'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114332627328804885</id><published>2006-03-25T22:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T22:37:54.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Movie</title><content type='html'>Lights, camera and then, action!&lt;br/&gt;I’ll just wait until I say my line&lt;br/&gt;Express my wrongs, and typos&lt;br/&gt;Wait for the projectors flash me in&lt;br/&gt;Until I can remember my words&lt;br/&gt;I just hope I’m not late&lt;br/&gt;Late for my big finale&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Are you hiding?&lt;br/&gt;Been time since the last time I’ve seen you…&lt;br/&gt;Do I look much desperate?&lt;br/&gt;Because I’m not!&lt;br/&gt;You know too well… I mean it!&lt;br/&gt;You understand me&lt;br/&gt;You know what this all thing means&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;Been busy, way too busy!&lt;br/&gt;Too busy to say what I feel.&lt;br/&gt;Secretly, so secretly that only I know it&lt;br/&gt;Even knowing the words&lt;br/&gt;The lines that I must say,&lt;br/&gt;I can’t say them!&lt;br/&gt;I guess I’m afraid of the spotlight&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;I just want to transmit my theory&lt;br/&gt;I think… I guess….&lt;br/&gt;I don’t know for sure, so don’t look that serious&lt;br/&gt;I think that I care,&lt;br/&gt;About you, you know…&lt;br/&gt;Now scream: cut!&lt;br/&gt;Let’s just do it all over again…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114332627328804885?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114332627328804885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114332627328804885' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114332627328804885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114332627328804885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/movie.html' title='Movie'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114324083516996745</id><published>2006-03-24T22:51:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-24T22:53:55.180Z</updated><title type='text'>Determination</title><content type='html'>I haven’t given up fighting!&lt;br /&gt;There is still room for you…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114324083516996745?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114324083516996745/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114324083516996745' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114324083516996745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114324083516996745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/determination.html' title='Determination'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114263945610300700</id><published>2006-03-17T23:49:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-17T23:51:49.040Z</updated><title type='text'>You</title><content type='html'>Takes me a lifetime to forget you&lt;br /&gt;The way you look drives me mad&lt;br /&gt;You almost kill me with your look&lt;br /&gt;So strong, now let’s see&lt;br /&gt;I want to see!&lt;br /&gt;Let’s get close, so close&lt;br /&gt;I’m getting closer!&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just hold that thought&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Nothing really matter’s now&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you sound&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The unnatural, the unbelievable&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consequences of a perfect woman&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That takes me away&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the water and the air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The air I can’t breathe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just hold my breath&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;Beneath my feet there’s only air&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I’m flying&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can only see the horizon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separating the land and sea&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Re-born between the gap&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make the world a better place&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With your inner light&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That burns my eyes&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;But I’ll just hold&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just wait for you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even until you’re old&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll take you by the hand&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To visit some place new&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see the sunset, to feel the breeze&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To watch the colours and shapes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love the world!&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;              &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-GB"&gt;It really is you after all&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t see you but I know&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you’re there!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe it’s not you&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, who am I holding?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can only be you!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it for sure&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you I’m kissing…&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/19552338-114263945610300700?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114263945610300700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114263945610300700' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114263945610300700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114263945610300700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/you.html' title='You'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114229062351980105</id><published>2006-03-13T22:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T22:57:03.540Z</updated><title type='text'>O final</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Um triste fim para uma triste pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Um verdadeiro personagem de  história de terror, de encantamentos e bruxas más.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Slobodan Milošević é assim mesmo. Mistura de horror com tragédia.&lt;br /&gt;A guerra move, para além de pessoas, pensamentos. E neste caso o seu grito de loucura foi ouvido em todo o Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Voz aguda de morte e desgraça. Que traz desolação a quem a ouve.&lt;br /&gt;E aí cai em desgraça. Quanto mais alto se sobe, maior é a queda.&lt;br /&gt;O triste fim de quem pôs fim. Sem autoridade, pois a autoridade de decidir vidas, ninguém a tem.&lt;br /&gt;Agora já ninguém te ouve, nem te segue. Agora tu és pó!&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/19552338-114229062351980105?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114229062351980105/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114229062351980105' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114229062351980105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114229062351980105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/o-final.html' title='O final'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114212040165725335</id><published>2006-03-12T00:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:42:43.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello sunshine</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Hello sunshine!&lt;br /&gt;Welcome the morning sun&lt;br /&gt;As it enters trough the window&lt;br /&gt;Because I’m not like you, but if I was, I would&lt;br /&gt;Calm down early morning&lt;br /&gt;Push it back to where it started&lt;br /&gt;As I haven’t seen the full of it&lt;br /&gt;I’m just bad with words&lt;br /&gt;Can seem to learn the language&lt;br /&gt;To see the symbols&lt;br /&gt;You’re just too tricky&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess you miss me&lt;br /&gt;At least is what you scream&lt;br /&gt;But I’m way too deaf&lt;br /&gt;Can’t hear the song&lt;br /&gt;Can’t understand the lyrics&lt;br /&gt;That makes you what you are&lt;br /&gt;You’re just the one that I can’t see&lt;br /&gt;Like a ghost in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird in the tree&lt;br /&gt;Stop the metaphors girl&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean?&lt;br /&gt;Is it true then?&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel that?&lt;br /&gt;You say you just lost your arm&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t lost your soul in the whole thing?&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just crazy?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe what they say it’s true&lt;br /&gt;The simple solution is always the best&lt;br /&gt;Do you remember when I took your time?&lt;br /&gt;Everything I said is true&lt;br /&gt;I tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;So let’s just rewind&lt;br /&gt;And praise the time&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you in the crowd&lt;br /&gt;And I follow you with my eyes&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that hard&lt;br /&gt;As you are, my shiniest star&lt;br /&gt;Are you still following?&lt;br /&gt;Reading my words and the way they flow?&lt;br /&gt;I just hope so&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;The way my sayings break away&lt;br /&gt;The way my body shouts your name&lt;br /&gt;That I care! Much, too much&lt;br /&gt;But now the bright enters in our world&lt;br /&gt;Blow up the candles pretty girl&lt;br /&gt;And make yourself a wish&lt;br /&gt;Now close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="" lang="EN-US"&gt;Did it come true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114212040165725335?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114212040165725335/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114212040165725335' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114212040165725335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114212040165725335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/03/hello-sunshine.html' title='Hello sunshine'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114105370588942224</id><published>2006-02-27T15:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-27T15:21:47.020Z</updated><title type='text'>Until the end</title><content type='html'>Close your eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Lead your way to the paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Love your family&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Because they won’t last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Call the operator&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Make a wire transfer to the money train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Don’t care the other people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Because we are all the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Write your story&lt;br /&gt;Tell your glory&lt;br /&gt;I will listen to your words&lt;br /&gt;I will try not to laugh&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lies&lt;br /&gt;Tell me lullabies&lt;br /&gt;A morning story&lt;br /&gt;About a missing kid&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                      &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t despair little child&lt;br /&gt;I will help you out&lt;br /&gt;To find your missing parents&lt;br /&gt;To find your way home&lt;br /&gt;Just stay calm&lt;br /&gt;I’ll lead the world&lt;br /&gt;I tell no lies&lt;br /&gt;I tell no lullabies&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop the human heart&lt;br /&gt;The beat and the hunger&lt;br /&gt;If I could just see&lt;br /&gt;What you’re made of&lt;br /&gt;I could be free&lt;br /&gt;And fly away from here&lt;br /&gt;Just hope that in the process&lt;br /&gt;I don’t enter the blue&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The clock won’t stop ticking&lt;br /&gt;There must be a way to stop it&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if I just pull the trigger?&lt;br /&gt;Would it hurt you?&lt;br /&gt;Hear my blood flow&lt;br /&gt;It’s a strange noise&lt;br /&gt;The pure precision&lt;br /&gt;Of the heart’s failure&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/19552338-114105370588942224?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114105370588942224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114105370588942224' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114105370588942224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114105370588942224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/02/until-end.html' title='Until the end'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-114030203444862514</id><published>2006-02-14T22:26:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-02-18T22:33:54.450Z</updated><title type='text'>Feliz dia...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O dia começa semanas antes.&lt;br /&gt;Através da TV, a lavagem começa... E nada pode fazer pois o dia é inevitável. Sinto-me como um animal preso a uma armadilha. Embora exagerado, acho que sou simpático o suficiente para não me esquecer.&lt;br /&gt;Feliz dia dos Namorados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para quem as receber, estas palavras aconchegam qualquer um. Dá um presente a uns, e dá uma esperança a outros.&lt;br /&gt;O desespero de encontrar alguém, a loucura do conhecer pessoas, de querer ser standart persegue-nos enquanto humanos. Será alguma vez um Homem, louco o suficiente para dizer que não!&lt;br /&gt;Para dizer que ele tem a sua vida? Ou a sua morte? Ou a sua coisa? Que apenas tem?&lt;br /&gt;Está para nascer. Entretanto, aproveita...&lt;br /&gt;Claustrofóbico como sou, sinto-me apertado em teus braços. Dás-me um beijo e agradeces o presente. Ao que eu, timidamente, respondo: "de nada!"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-114030203444862514?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/114030203444862514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=114030203444862514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114030203444862514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/114030203444862514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/02/feliz-dia.html' title='Feliz dia...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-113623423209919141</id><published>2006-01-02T20:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-03T12:02:57.270Z</updated><title type='text'>Boa noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;O dia começa! Mas cedo se acaba. Deixa-nos sem margem para mais nada. A vida é mesmo assim, pois é ela quem estabelece as regras. Cabe-nos a nós conseguir extrair o mais possível dela de maneira a não perdermos tempo.&lt;br /&gt;Desde o momento em que acordas e olhas para o Sol, que nasceu mais um dia, renascido como é, ainda tem poucas forças. Durante o dia vai envelhecendo e morre na noite. Mas não é esquecido, e por isso, renasce no dia seguinte. Assim o espero, aqui fora, ao vento e ao frio...&lt;br /&gt;O teu corpo chama-te, ordena-te! E tu obedeces,.. Tens que o fazer. É mais forte do que tu.&lt;br /&gt;Escondeste nas tuas roupas, para que mais ninguém veja. Só tu! O maior segredo de todos, o teu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;Sais à rua e és celebrada por todos. Pois todos que te olham desejam dizer bom dia, mas não podem. Continuas a tua rotina. O mesmo de todos os dias... A cegueira do costume, que não te permite ver quem te rodeia. Sim, estão pessoas ao teu lado. Iguais a ti!&lt;br /&gt;O Sol, inevitavelmente morre, despedes-te dele com um sorriso, pois tomas por certo voltar a vê-lo no dia seguinte. Mas e se não volta? E se a escuridão reinar no dia seguinte? Que fazes?&lt;br /&gt;Mas é ver-te a chegar a casa, abrindo a porta e entrando que acabo o meu dia.&lt;br /&gt;Revelas-te ao espelho e admiras-te. Não é egocentrismo, é naturalidade. Ficas espantada contigo, para bem e para o mal.&lt;br /&gt;Para ti o dia acaba. Já chega de emoções por hoje. Cobres o teu corpo e ele desaparece. Só fica a tua face, que descoberta me convida a beijar-te. Se soubesse que era possível até o fazia, mas não o sei.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas fica o desejo, o desejo do último beijo do dia. Boa noite...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-113623423209919141?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/113623423209919141/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=113623423209919141' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113623423209919141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113623423209919141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2006/01/boa-noite.html' title='Boa noite'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-113372786361327940</id><published>2005-12-14T19:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:06:40.306Z</updated><title type='text'>Descoberta</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Tanto para dizer, e o tempo escassa... Foge pelos dedos, já frios de nada fazerem! De não te agarrarem, de não te segurarem.&lt;br /&gt;Foges para longe e escondeste-te, esperas que te siga, mas devo? Devo esforçar-me para te atingir e descobrir-te? Todo eu estremeço por um sim, mas estarei certo?&lt;br /&gt;Olho para ti e não me convences. Falta-te expressão, não te mostras. Vives no escuro e aí permaneces... Apenas sei que aí estás porque o vento trás o teu cheiro, o cheiro de primavera que irradia sol. Mas como pode ser, se estás na penumbra? És o verdadeiro milagre, a supernova, a estrela que explode e nos transmite energia.&lt;br /&gt;Explosão de sentidos, de cor e luz. Mas continuas no escuro, daí não sais...&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora o vento muda, e nele me revejo, mudando a cada sopro. Consigo ver através do escuro de que te cobres, ou estarás tu pronta para sair? O arrepio que sinto dá-me a resposta e vejo-te, finalmente...&lt;br /&gt;Trazes contigo o sol em teus braços. E ele chora o choro de quem vê e sente o mundo pela primeira vez. Mas depressa se acostuma. Depressa seus olhos se habituam á tua luz!&lt;br /&gt;O mundo pára ao som da tua voz, e a tua voz que pára o mundo diz algo imperceptível. Eu quero ouvir-te e perceber-te mas não consigo... Sinto-me impotente, e humano aos teus olhos. E eles brilham e me reflectem... Encontro-me mesmo em tua frente e não consigo falar. A minha própria boca não me responde. Está gelada com a tua respiração. Petrificada com a tua natureza. Conseguiste para além de parar o mundo, me parar a mim. E aqui estou, á tua mercê... Á espera que algo aconteça. Á espera que a tua voz quente derreta o gelo em mim.&lt;br /&gt;O teu Sol brilha mas não aquece. O frio me rodeia. Despedes-te com um beijo e ali me deixas, sozinho... Voltas para a escuridão e não mais te vejo. Mas recordo cada segundo que te vi. Desta primeira, última vez.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-113372786361327940?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/113372786361327940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=113372786361327940' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113372786361327940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113372786361327940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2005/12/descoberta.html' title='Descoberta'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19552338.post-113364714180878933</id><published>2005-12-03T21:51:00.001Z</published><updated>2005-12-03T21:59:01.810Z</updated><title type='text'>Com um quê...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Com um quê de alegria, com um quê de paixão, com um quê de poesia, com um quê de imaginação, construo o meu mundo. E o transformo. Para sempre.&lt;br /&gt;A promessa e a saudade que fica, característica de quem vai e vem, um beijo adormecido, relembrado pela própria lembrança...&lt;br /&gt;Não estás mas sinto-te! Aqui, presente em todo o lado. Dás-me os bons dias, despedes-te quando vais para o emprego...&lt;br /&gt;Com um quê de lamúria, com um quê de revolta, com um quê de prosa, com um quê de preguiça, eu o destruo-o. O meu mundo. Á minha maneira...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19552338-113364714180878933?l=comumque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/feeds/113364714180878933/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19552338&amp;postID=113364714180878933' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113364714180878933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19552338/posts/default/113364714180878933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://comumque.blogspot.com/2005/12/com-um-qu_03.html' title='Com um quê...'/><author><name>Pedro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08124364354738596065</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://img109.imageshack.us/img109/369/pedribeiro2copy7vb6vb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
