<?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-1749556726670450695</id><updated>2011-12-02T01:13:43.882-08:00</updated><title type='text'>freak fantasy</title><subtitle type='html'>bem azedo
e muito amargo.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8383892111576009478</id><published>2011-07-24T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T17:33:12.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o V. conto de um marinheiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"V.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anoiteço em teus braços&lt;br /&gt;E amanheço tua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Na solidão de minha ausência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em cada porto deixo uma dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda noite me apaixono&lt;br /&gt;Para fugir na manhã seguinte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triste essa vida de porto em porto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem mar que chegue&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu coração-navio. "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8383892111576009478?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8383892111576009478/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8383892111576009478' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8383892111576009478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8383892111576009478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2011/07/v.html' title='o V. conto de um marinheiro'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1049910334964112223</id><published>2011-04-13T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T09:30:17.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Vento no Litoral</title><content type='html'>Eu tinha um plano, mas nao era de ataque e muito menos de defesa. Não era fugir e nem fingir. Era uma plano pacífico de considerações, respeito, tolerancia, amizade e reciprocidade. Era uma casa na praia com vista para o mar em contato com o azul do céu.&lt;br /&gt;Era um lar em que todos gostariam de viver e ter. Era um porto seguro pra eu nao precisar me esconder por detrás das árvores. Era um plano bom, mas precisava de muita atenção, organização e determinação. Não considero "failed", pois nao sei o que me espera amanhã. Apenas sei, que já não consigo mais visualizar esse sonho, não lembro como é o cheiro do mar, os pés na areia, o por-do-sol. São apenas lembranças. Figuras armazenadas sem propósito algum. Meu plano tornou-se um retalho lindo. E tudo o que tenho agora é esse retalho que poderia cobrir minha cama, a janela do meu quarto ou minha mesa de desenho. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Mas um retalho sozinho é apenas um retalho e nada mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No voy abandonar mis sueños. Liberdad"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1049910334964112223?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1049910334964112223/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1049910334964112223' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1049910334964112223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1049910334964112223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2011/04/eu-tinha-um-plano-mas-nao-era-de-ataque.html' title='Vento no Litoral'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1985952142094252140</id><published>2011-03-03T10:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T11:05:19.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frozen Idea</title><content type='html'>O frio que sinto hoje, nao me basta um cachecol ou um edredon de malha grossa. Esse fio, chegou nos tempos em que ocorreram vários epsódios de cegueira, no tempo em que a minha verdade existia e o ideal não era apenas uma idéia. Hoje, o calor extinto, o fogo apagado alastrou-se em forma de iceberg, pedra gigante de gelo, capaz de desequilibrar o mundo. Esse meu frio não encontra medidas para aquecer minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Minha cabeça está cheia de Icebergs. Oh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1985952142094252140?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1985952142094252140/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1985952142094252140' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1985952142094252140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1985952142094252140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2011/03/o-frio-que-sinto-hoje-nao-me-basta-um.html' title='Frozen Idea'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1761794635050191830</id><published>2010-08-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T21:29:40.348-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cidade das Sombras</title><content type='html'>Popi, as cartas sao a chave para o outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite, o túnel que esta desativado é o túnel que vai te levar ao novo sonho.&lt;br /&gt;Perceba cada parte, uma tampinha de garrafa pode fazer um mundo explodir.&lt;br /&gt;Veja o que ninguem consegue ver. Lá há vida. &lt;br /&gt;Lembre-se, siga bem as instruçoes. Passo a passo! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"six kinds of glow.."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1761794635050191830?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1761794635050191830/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1761794635050191830' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1761794635050191830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1761794635050191830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/08/cidade-das-sombras.html' title='Cidade das Sombras'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-6615740589578865177</id><published>2010-08-19T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T07:27:19.793-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O peixinho dourado</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu notei algo diferente em mim,&lt;br /&gt;nao é tristeza, nao eh ambiçao, é apenas um "feeling".&lt;br /&gt;Sabe qnd alguem mente e vc sabe que ta mentindo, pq vc ja sabe a verdade?&lt;br /&gt;pronto, é tipo isso: como se eu soubesse a verdade de um mentiroso e nao sei como &lt;br /&gt;"handle with this", embora essa sensaçao seja bem atípica, eu me sinto muito feliz, contente, alegre, satisfeita. As vezes, o frio congela meu coraçao, mas nada que eu nunca deseje. enfim, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aprendi que se quer guardar um segredo, nao conte pra ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;se é segredo é segredo, NAO PRÊMIO de recompensa,&lt;br /&gt;guarde somente pra voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so great!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-6615740589578865177?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/6615740589578865177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=6615740589578865177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6615740589578865177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6615740589578865177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/08/o-peixinho-dourado.html' title='O peixinho dourado'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1197170722344413941</id><published>2010-08-09T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:56:59.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>carne viva</title><content type='html'>é, eu sei: um passo pra trás e não estará mais no mesmo lugar.&lt;br /&gt;mas olha so, chico, hoje quero dá um passo a frente.&lt;br /&gt;sem sombras me seguindo, sem divisões de bens&lt;br /&gt;ou copos vazios em cima da mesa.&lt;br /&gt;Quero um passo que deixe rastros, marcas,&lt;br /&gt;para nunca esquecerem por onde andei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1197170722344413941?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1197170722344413941/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1197170722344413941' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1197170722344413941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1197170722344413941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/08/carne-viva.html' title='carne viva'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8593619742174551965</id><published>2010-08-03T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-03T23:18:14.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>all by my self, I wanna be</title><content type='html'>Quando sentir o coração apertar&lt;br /&gt;é porque parti sem me despedir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All by my self, I wanna be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8593619742174551965?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8593619742174551965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8593619742174551965' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8593619742174551965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8593619742174551965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/08/all-by-my-self-i-wanna-be.html' title='all by my self, I wanna be'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4797445645082079564</id><published>2010-07-04T20:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T11:20:11.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>àos "outros"</title><content type='html'>Eu queria escrever um milhao de palavras que rasgam meu incosnciente e meu corpo como uma navalha, mas eu vou começar a me conter. Aprender como aprendi a machucar: vou aprender a me conter, a guardar meus sentimentos e engolir o orgulho com salmão à molho parmesao. Eu vou devorar o barulho que o silencio causou (de um gole só).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;é um prato vazio pra quem está morrendo de fome.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4797445645082079564?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4797445645082079564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4797445645082079564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4797445645082079564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4797445645082079564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/07/os-outros.html' title='àos &quot;outros&quot;'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2841456454503650016</id><published>2010-06-30T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T01:58:04.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too busy to change</title><content type='html'>os que me amam, me amam&lt;br /&gt;sem sombra de dúvidas, mas sempre fico sozinha, sempre sigo sozinha. &lt;br /&gt;os que me amam, me amam,&lt;br /&gt;sem sombra de duvidas, mas não vivemos só de amor.&lt;br /&gt;os que me amam, me amam.&lt;br /&gt;E eu os amo também...sem sombra nenhuma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;amar é uma falha mortal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, como uma navalha que corta a pele,&lt;br /&gt;quando o que queríamos era apenas brincar de amar e ser amado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2841456454503650016?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2841456454503650016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2841456454503650016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2841456454503650016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2841456454503650016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/06/too-busy-to-change.html' title='Too busy to change'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-5544339532901850382</id><published>2010-06-22T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-22T22:59:47.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Law and Order - Ep2-T1</title><content type='html'>Normalmente gosto de caminhar e observar as pessoas. Criar personagens é criar um mundo de incoerencias do homem, desejos ou fatos que nao nos pertnecem, ou ate pensamento que nao fazem parte de mim como uma essencia, mas hoje, eu, Pirre Nayah, costumo fazer esse tipo de observaçao frequentemente. Esta noite por exemplo, estava caminhando pelo centro da cidade, por volta das 22hs e ao longo do meu caminho haviam várias pessoas, algumas sendo obeservadas por mim outras que passavem desapercebidas, entao, meu olhar "bateu"em um garoto, que devia ter por volta de 19 anos, encostado em um poste de luz. Imagino que estivesse esperando sua conduçao passar. Olhava para o chao, como se estivesse triste, desconcertado, como se tivesse um, um corte na alma. Logo quando o vi, analisei em cerca de segundos e meu pensamento mais sujo e autodestrutivo foi "bixinha". Sim, pensei de uma forma bem perjorativa. algo dúbio: "bixinha" de homossexual no diminutivo, inferior; ou, "bixinha", por ser homossexual e abatido, apático. pobre coitado. e continuei caminhando com meus pensamentos em choque. Mas na minha cabeça, aquela garoto ouviu o meu pensamento e respondia com o seu silencio de uma maneira forte e cruel, assim como fui com ele. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Bixinha sim. Mas nao sou eu que fujo por medo de aproximaçoes, de machucar mais que incoscientemente as pessoas que amo, de afastar mais as pessoas que amo. Sim, sou bixinha, gosto de alguem do mesmo sexo que eu. E estou triste por ele ser casado e ter uma filha de 1 mes, eu nao sou o amor da vida dele, mas luto todos os dias para que ele me note, e assim, quem sabe, podemos ate ter um caso. Eu o amo possessivamente. mas nós somos descartáveis, quando nao queremos, jogamos fora. As vezes, ate, nem brincamos com o briquedo que acabamos de ganhar, ou usamos os sapatos que acabamos de comprar. joagamos fora, um dia..reciclamos"&lt;/span&gt; E ao final das palavras secas e totalmente verdadeiras, a "bixinha" jogou o cigarro de filtro branco no chao e apagou com seu sapato. Eu continuei minha caminhada. e percebi que eu sou uma "bixinha". Eu sou um pobre coitado com a alma ferida. Tenho dinheiro suficiente pra comprar qualquer sapatos de Marc Jacobs, ou um paletó Giorgio Armani. Sou rico. sou intelectual, sou Promotor. Luto pela justiça, mas nesse exato momento estou sendo condenado por correr, por abandonar, por sempre esta fugindo das pessoas que amo, assassinandos-as na minha cabeça quando elas que fazem meu coraçao bater forte, guardando cada pedacinho delas em uma parte de mim, pra que nao possa esquece-las tao cedo. Eu as bebo, primeiro. depois guardo o resto em uma caixinha colorida. Com o tempo vou esquecendo que tinha mantido toda aquela velharia de sentimentos, como vasos de porcelana repletos de poeira no fundo do armario, pq sao brega. Existe algo mais brega do que amar?. canso de ver todas as cores transformarem-se em branco e depois preto, como uma ausencia empoeirada com pequenos pedaços de amor vermelho-opáco. sempre sobra uns pedacinhos em mim, mas acabo jogando a caixinha no lixo, sem dó nenhuma.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-5544339532901850382?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/5544339532901850382/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=5544339532901850382' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5544339532901850382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;que já sao adultos o suficiente pra cuidarem de si.&lt;br /&gt;O amor da minha vida não foi o pai deles. &lt;br /&gt;Me arrependo de ter deixado &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; pegar aquele avião.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se nao tivesse deixado &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ele&lt;/span&gt; ir embora, &lt;br /&gt;não teria meus filhos."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estas foram as palavras de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Valentina Swan&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;br /&gt;a primeira mulher a ser condenada &lt;br /&gt;por mentir pra si mesma.&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;font: Seja, 2010&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7376056002796535616?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2654052758892986175</id><published>2010-06-19T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T13:43:39.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinestesia</title><content type='html'>com a sua voz eu vejo amarelo&lt;br /&gt;como o seu toque, vejo vermelho&lt;br /&gt;o seu cheiro, vejo azul&lt;br /&gt;e nas suas palavras, vejo verde&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na ausencia, sinto o preto amarelando o meu vermelho que nunca deixou de ser verde e azul.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2654052758892986175?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2654052758892986175/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2654052758892986175' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2654052758892986175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2654052758892986175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/06/sinestesia.html' title='Sinestesia'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3162129945212142331</id><published>2010-06-11T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T10:47:12.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>flores nao compram amores</title><content type='html'>solidão, como seria abrir os olhos na madrugada e sentir que seu coraçao parou?&lt;br /&gt;já pensou se pudessemos escrever um romance somente com as batidas do coraçao?&lt;br /&gt;solidão, quando é que voce vai notar que nem todas as mentiras sao mentiras de verdade?&lt;br /&gt;ja sentiu a sua mao tremer, suar, escorrer lágrimas de falicidade?&lt;br /&gt;solidão, voce consegue enxergar alguem que nao está mais entre nós?&lt;br /&gt;ja feriu suas costas achando que foi apunhalada, mas na verdade eram unhas de prazer?&lt;br /&gt;solidao, seja menos só.&lt;br /&gt;ja imaginou como seria se tivessemos ido na noite do encontro perfeito, deixandos suas roupas, seus ursinhos, sua cama e voar pelo mundo so pra conseguir entender uma rosa?&lt;br /&gt;solidao, flores nao compram amores&lt;br /&gt;ja pensou se ela pára de brilhar no céu?&lt;br /&gt;solidao, nao. nao disperdice outro amor. siga na rua da esperança, bata na porta da superficialidade e diga pra ela todas as verdades jamais ditas pelo homem. desenhe, pinte com cores de aquarela, ja que nao sabes falar, faça..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;uma cançao pra sua estrela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3162129945212142331?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3162129945212142331/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3162129945212142331' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3162129945212142331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3162129945212142331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/06/flores-nao-compram-amores.html' title='flores nao compram amores'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7208912379773743959</id><published>2010-06-05T16:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T16:58:42.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Como o Velho Barreiro</title><content type='html'>Eu deixei minha vida em suas mãos, enquanto isso você tomava uma dose de whisky.&lt;br /&gt;Não me venha com contos políticos sobre a emancipaçao do seu novo amor. Eu vivo pelo conhecimento, não preciso de holofotes coloridos, eu tenho amigos. Tenho um caderno sem pauta pra que eu possa desenhar todos os meus desejos e uma caneta com ponta capaz de ferir o seu olho. Nós nao somos mais o que pensamos que somos. Um longo balcão de bar, cheio de bebidas coloridas, separa minha dose de pinga do seu copo de whyski. Eu sou o bebado que mora na rua da honestidade, o bebado que um dia vomitou no seu lindo pé, toda a angustia de uma noite fria com vozes esquisitas murmurando no ouvido: "por ai nao, nao vá por ai". E mesmo assim eu fui. foi bom enquanto o eterno durou. Eu fui feliz entre a Av. Sao Joao e a R. Ipiranga. Hoje, nas noites frias, me cubro com seu cobertor azul de passaros bordados. Pássaros que nos meus sonhos sempre voam pra perto de mim. Pássaros que eu nunca esqueci, mas que nao estao mais por perto, pois ainda costumam voltar ao ninho. Eu, um bebado que nao tem ninho nenhum hoje, ja tive um lar de verdade, por isso bebo pinga nas noites frias e pra sorrir costumo olhar pros pássaros bordados, todos em uma dose de Velho Barreiro que nao esqueci até hoje, pois eu ainda acredito. do meu jeito, mas acredito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"mentir pra si mesmo é sempre a pior mentira"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7208912379773743959?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7208912379773743959/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7208912379773743959' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7208912379773743959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7208912379773743959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/06/como-o-velho-barreiro.html' title='Como o Velho Barreiro'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1259108358721809074</id><published>2010-05-24T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T21:14:05.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Golden</title><content type='html'>Running around again&lt;br /&gt;Running from running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are not what you think we are&lt;br /&gt;We are not what you think we are&lt;br /&gt;We are not what you think we are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are golden, we are golden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1259108358721809074?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1259108358721809074/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1259108358721809074' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1259108358721809074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1259108358721809074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/05/we-are-golden.html' title='We are Golden'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7826079301725769397</id><published>2010-05-24T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:39:16.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>King Kong</title><content type='html'>O amanhã não existe mais. Toda a vizinhança está dormindo agora. A bela matou a fera. Não existe perdão, apenas várias cicatrizes. Hoje o dia vai ser lindo. O sol está saindo. Aprecie a paisagem em sua volta. Ontem eu estava em casa, hoje estou na selva de pedra. Quem vai embora sente mais dor, porque morrer não dói. As armas estão todas no chão, estou indefesa. Meu coração está no chão, estou indefesa. Eu não sou mais o que eu era ontem. Não sou um herói de quadrinhos, não sou uma estrela de cinema. Sou uma criatura com o amor na mão. A bela matou a fera. A bela matou a fera. Morrer nao dói. Morrer não dói. Eu sou a oitava maravilha do mundo: eu sou a batida do seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Baby, I'm greavin'&lt;br /&gt;Because I never wanna see you a sad girl&lt;br /&gt;But then a lot of nice things turn bad out there&lt;br /&gt;oh baby, I used to lov..&lt;br /&gt;But if you wanna leave, take good care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7826079301725769397?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7826079301725769397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7826079301725769397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7826079301725769397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7826079301725769397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/05/king-kong.html' title='King Kong'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-608065157236188939</id><published>2010-05-24T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T20:20:06.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hells Angels</title><content type='html'>Meu coração definhado, marcado com um brasão, como a ideologia de uma vida onde a morte é o fim. Uma cicatriz degenerada sem o verso, só o avesso. Um punho que se movimentta lentamente e um pulso que rapidamente pára. viver é uma arte. O mundo está cheio de artistas. Eu sou uma arte que logo logo estará morta, assim como você, como eles, como ela. A música não morre, é enterrada pela eternidade e faz história com acordes em harmonia. Hoje será o ontem de amanhã. A agressão sonora em volta de uma multidão. Não preciso da segurança dos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hells Angels&lt;/span&gt;, apenas que você segure a minha mão enquanto 'nossa' música toca..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-608065157236188939?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/608065157236188939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=608065157236188939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/608065157236188939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/608065157236188939'/><link rel='alternate' 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tenho, você é um rosto na multidão, eu sou o centro das atenções, mas, a mentira da aparência do que sou e a mentira da aparência do que você é, porque eu não sou meu nome e você não é ninguém, o jogo perigoso do que eu pratico aqui, ele busca chegar ao limite possível de aproximação através da aceitação da distância e do reconhecimento dela, entre eu e você existe a notícia que nos separa e eu quero que você me veja nu, eu me dispo da notícia, e a minha nudez parada, te denuncia e te espelha, eu me delato, tu me relatas, eu nos acuso e confesso por nos, assim me livro d&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;as palavras com as quais você me veste"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu tenho um jeito&lt;br /&gt;Meio estúpido de ser&lt;br /&gt;E de dizer coisas que podem magoar e te ofender&lt;br /&gt;Mas cada um tem o seu jeito&lt;br /&gt;Todo próprio de amar e de se defender&lt;br /&gt;Você me acusa e só me preocupa&lt;br /&gt;Agrava mais e mais a minha culpa&lt;br /&gt;Eu faço, e desfaço, contrafeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O meu defeito é te amar demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras são palavras&lt;br /&gt;E a gente nem percebe o que disse sem querer&lt;br /&gt;E o que deixou pra depois&lt;br /&gt;Mais o importante é perceber&lt;br /&gt;Que a nossa vida em comum&lt;br /&gt;Depende só e unicamente de nós dois&lt;br /&gt;Eu tento achar um jeito de explicar&lt;br /&gt;Você bem que podia me aceitar&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que eu tenho um jeito meio estúpido de ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas é assim que eu sei te amar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;poema de Fauzi Arap&lt;br /&gt;musica de isolda na&lt;br /&gt;voz da bethania.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.:: ai, é tudo foda demais!::.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3668295770570945176?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3668295770570945176/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3668295770570945176' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3668295770570945176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3668295770570945176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/04/um-jeito-estupido-de-te-amar.html' title='Um jeito estupido de te amar'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1711415175825978158</id><published>2010-01-10T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T12:46:57.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>to my blackbird</title><content type='html'>nao importa a distancia&lt;br /&gt;nao importa a altura&lt;br /&gt;e nem quanto tempo dure..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu tenho uma casa&lt;br /&gt;um lar e eu sei onde e como chegar lá.&lt;br /&gt;agora preciso de um pouco de mim&lt;br /&gt;e provar a mim mesmo que posso&lt;br /&gt;consigo e sei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peço apenas, muita paciencia,&lt;br /&gt;mesmo tendo gastando muito comigo&lt;br /&gt;agora eh preciso mais, muito mais&lt;br /&gt;sem pressa nem medo e nem coragem&lt;br /&gt;de ficar contando dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu estou perto&lt;br /&gt;eu estou do teu lado&lt;br /&gt;eu estou em ti&lt;br /&gt;eu estou em todos os lugares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- força, paciencia e compreensao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[eu voei, mas um passaro sempre volta&lt;br /&gt;pro seu verdadeiro LAR]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1711415175825978158?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1711415175825978158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1711415175825978158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1711415175825978158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1711415175825978158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2010/01/to-my-blackbird.html' title='to my blackbird'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1113401368186531389</id><published>2009-12-21T06:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T07:30:15.545-08:00</updated><title type='text'>os meus motivos</title><content type='html'>Mesmo com todo os ferimentos, as cicatrizes totalmente expostas e as lágrimas que ainda hoje caem, sinto forte o sangue pulsando entre veias e arterias. Mesmo sabendo que na caverna nao tem luz, achei uma lanterna escondida entre as pedras. Mesmo perdendo todas as batalhas, ganhei um sorriso. Mesmo com toda a muralha, permito sua passagem. Mesmo com todas as diferenças, tenho a certeza. Mesmo com o nó preso na garganta, tenho um olho d'agua.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e do jeito que tudo aconteceu sendo vingança ou nao eu continuo do mesmo jeito..&lt;br /&gt;talvez seja um pouco tarde e eu não possa mais querer nada, muito menos, pedir.&lt;br /&gt;o meu perdão é sincero, apesar de muita mágoa e choro. Os meus sentimentos sao&lt;br /&gt;os mesmos e totalmente verdadeiros. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Eu sempre querendo mais&lt;/span&gt;. Eu faria qualquer coisa, até esquecer, como ja fiz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foi um turbilhão de sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;de afazeres&lt;br /&gt;de coisas&lt;br /&gt;de pessoas&lt;br /&gt;de amigos&lt;br /&gt;de amores&lt;br /&gt;de amigos&lt;br /&gt;meu(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e isso nao me impede de todo dia querer mais&lt;br /&gt;pedir mais&lt;br /&gt;dá mais&lt;br /&gt;chorar mais&lt;br /&gt;sofrer mais&lt;br /&gt;sentir mais&lt;br /&gt;olhar mais&lt;br /&gt;observar mais&lt;br /&gt;oferecer mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque continuo querendo mais o meu lado da cama&lt;br /&gt;o meu encaixe no abraço&lt;br /&gt;o meu cantinho, mesmo louco, nos seus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;o meu lugar que tanto lutei pra conseguir&lt;br /&gt;o seu olhar que me reflete&lt;br /&gt;a sua mao que me segura &lt;br /&gt;o seu corpo que une ao meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mesmo&lt;br /&gt;do mesmo jeito&lt;br /&gt;meu&lt;br /&gt;seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hoje está nublado, sonhei com uma enchente&lt;br /&gt;e eu tinha um cavalo que ouvia meus pensamentos.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;gtm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1113401368186531389?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1113401368186531389/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1113401368186531389' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1113401368186531389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1113401368186531389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/12/os-meus-motivos.html' title='os meus motivos'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7253162217026121846</id><published>2009-12-13T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:45:51.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>De.lírio</title><content type='html'>paranóide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7253162217026121846?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7253162217026121846/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7253162217026121846' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7253162217026121846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7253162217026121846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/12/delirio.html' title='De.lírio'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4271122619806329467</id><published>2009-11-27T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T08:22:58.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let It Be!</title><content type='html'>Querida &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Salmonellas&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vocês foram as&lt;br /&gt;aspas no meu aniversário,&lt;br /&gt;poré tenho um apanhador de sonhos&lt;br /&gt;que filtra minha mente psicótica&lt;br /&gt;e  um ipod que controla a haminia da mesma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;espero que nao demore muito a ir,&lt;br /&gt;pois já não aguento mais sua presença&lt;br /&gt;dolorosa em meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;beijos humanóides.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Let It Be!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4271122619806329467?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4271122619806329467/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4271122619806329467' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4271122619806329467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4271122619806329467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-it-be.html' title='Let It Be!'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3376830386353724030</id><published>2009-11-19T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:41:50.835-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am sam</title><content type='html'>algo me diz que eu preciso &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AMAR&lt;/span&gt; mais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o amor move montanhas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;acredite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;love love love&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&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/1749556726670450695-3376830386353724030?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3376830386353724030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3376830386353724030' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3376830386353724030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3376830386353724030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-am-sam.html' title='I am sam'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-6870275543055538395</id><published>2009-11-11T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T20:48:50.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Eye</title><content type='html'>I've been waiting for this moment all my life&lt;br /&gt;I've been waiting for this moment all night long&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-6870275543055538395?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/6870275543055538395/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=6870275543055538395' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6870275543055538395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6870275543055538395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/11/lazy-eye.html' title='Lazy Eye'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2266027203088799825</id><published>2009-10-29T21:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:53:52.755-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leito 46</title><content type='html'>ela dormiu, perdeu muito tempo&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca é tarde pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;ela chorou, pq sabia que tinha perdido tempo&lt;br /&gt;mas nunca é tarde pra recomeçar&lt;br /&gt;ela riu e percebeu que ainda pode conseguir!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tudo é possivel nesse mundo loco&lt;br /&gt;é dormir e acordar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2266027203088799825?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2266027203088799825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2266027203088799825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2266027203088799825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2266027203088799825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/leito-46.html' title='Leito 46'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8199811561495068154</id><published>2009-10-24T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T22:31:20.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>shiiii</title><content type='html'>eu fiz parte do silencio&lt;br /&gt;o limite acaba qnd começa o do proximo.&lt;br /&gt;eu fiz parte do silencio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e agora, a culpa eh de quem?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8199811561495068154?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8199811561495068154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8199811561495068154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8199811561495068154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8199811561495068154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/shiiii.html' title='shiiii'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4288153543533763584</id><published>2009-10-24T10:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T21:51:02.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'>now i run</title><content type='html'>no words today...&lt;br /&gt;it's still bleeding&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4288153543533763584?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4288153543533763584/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4288153543533763584' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4288153543533763584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4288153543533763584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/now-i-run.html' title='now i run'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-5216209880380933861</id><published>2009-10-23T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T09:23:03.022-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stronger</title><content type='html'>by my own!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-5216209880380933861?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/5216209880380933861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=5216209880380933861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5216209880380933861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5216209880380933861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/stronger.html' title='Stronger'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-9222913755722713257</id><published>2009-10-22T13:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:42:15.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o idiota</title><content type='html'>se tem medo de perder, se esforça pra nao cair em lagrimas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-9222913755722713257?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/9222913755722713257/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-632590478848572639</id><published>2009-10-22T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T13:40:46.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm a lier and you're what i'm</title><content type='html'>Existem varias assombrações em carne e osso e varios fosseis.&lt;br /&gt;TEnho um museu de lembranças e uma caixa de recordações ( isso pode ser o suficiente)&lt;br /&gt;Eu pinto em linhas tortas para que elas nunca me alcancem, tenho cores para nao cair na melancolia e tenho um amigo para nao cair na tristeza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já passou a hora de  dormir, mas não me vem o sono. Todos ja começaram a acordar&lt;br /&gt;meus olhos continuam abertos, eu vi o dia amanhecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc nao me engana mais..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soltei me ultimo trago..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-632590478848572639?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/632590478848572639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=632590478848572639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/632590478848572639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/632590478848572639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-lier-and-youre-what-im.html' title='i&apos;m a lier and you&apos;re what i&apos;m'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-639392441799916951</id><published>2009-10-19T10:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T11:09:35.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Deborah</title><content type='html'>Quem sabe nao nos encontramos no ano 2030&lt;br /&gt;com nossos queridos. Quem sabe nao podemos dá uma volta e sair pra dançar?&lt;br /&gt;é, voce nao sabe dançar e eu nao sei dançar com voce.&lt;br /&gt;Nossos filhos dançarao como nenhum de nós dançamos&lt;br /&gt;e casarao, ao contrario de nós que fugimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tanta vezes te chamei pra fugir&lt;br /&gt;não era besteira, e eu sabia que jamais abandonaria seus passaros&lt;br /&gt;Oh Deborah, tantas vezes te chamei pra fugir, vc lembra?&lt;br /&gt;eu podia nao ser muita coisa mas eu sentia que nao podia ficar na minha&lt;br /&gt;que precisava de mais pra poder ir, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é uma pena, quem sabe nao nos encontramos no ano 2030&lt;br /&gt;com nossos queridos, podemos tentar dançar mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;é uma pena, quem sabe nos encontramos no ano 2030&lt;br /&gt;tantas vezes te chamei pra fugir&lt;br /&gt;não era besteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But Deborah, &lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know I remember every single thing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-639392441799916951?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/639392441799916951/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=639392441799916951' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/639392441799916951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/639392441799916951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/deborah.html' title='Deborah'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-6955923620143790040</id><published>2009-10-18T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T21:05:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>blindside</title><content type='html'>se nao quer responsabilidades, nao me ponha algemas psicologicas.&lt;br /&gt;o escuro é escuro ate o momento que vc escolhe a sua cor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;verde para ver de perto&lt;br /&gt;e vermelho, para ver melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-6955923620143790040?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/6955923620143790040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=6955923620143790040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6955923620143790040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6955923620143790040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/blindside.html' title='blindside'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4400386459119577899</id><published>2009-10-14T22:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T22:10:55.960-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm busy</title><content type='html'>drawing my future steps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4400386459119577899?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4400386459119577899/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7953890645346000937</id><published>2009-10-12T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:49:27.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>we</title><content type='html'>need to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;stronger &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to survive into the jungle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;yeaah!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7953890645346000937?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7953890645346000937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7953890645346000937' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7953890645346000937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7953890645346000937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/we.html' title='we'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1757980624508417577</id><published>2009-10-08T04:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:54:36.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>so sorry</title><content type='html'>eu acho que estou fazendo tudo errado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1757980624508417577?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1757980624508417577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1757980624508417577' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1757980624508417577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1757980624508417577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/so-sorry.html' title='so sorry'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1049753617793064628</id><published>2009-10-08T04:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T04:53:20.109-07:00</updated><title type='text'>wrong answer</title><content type='html'>I think this last one is not for me.&lt;br /&gt;But It's ok. I'm going so far way from you, &lt;br /&gt;from her, from them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and, I'm happy&lt;br /&gt;about this damn things heart&lt;br /&gt;about this damn things mind&lt;br /&gt;about this damn things family&lt;br /&gt;about you, baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes will be open all the time even &lt;br /&gt;when I'll be wake up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1049753617793064628?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1049753617793064628/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1049753617793064628' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1049753617793064628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1049753617793064628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/wrong-answer.html' title='wrong answer'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3340837184960298772</id><published>2009-10-04T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T08:45:46.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bolha</title><content type='html'>perdi meus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;nao sei onde achá-los, nem por onde começar a procurar&lt;br /&gt;tento o quilibrio de mim mesma, mas é quase impossivel&lt;br /&gt;tento estar consciente, mas é dificil&lt;br /&gt;tento nao pensar, mas é inevitavel sentir&lt;br /&gt;tento nao existir, mas seria hipocrisia minha&lt;br /&gt;tento nao ser hipócrita, mas confesso que fecho os olhos&lt;br /&gt;tento estar de olhos abertos, mas existe um coração que bombeia sangue&lt;br /&gt;por todo meu corpo que sobe a cabeça e eu percebo que sou apenas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um ser humano dentro de uma bolha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alguem me ajuda?&lt;br /&gt;me sinto sozinha rodeada de monstros sem faces&lt;br /&gt;rodeada de parasitas  sangue-suga&lt;br /&gt;rodeada de terror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rodeada de ninguem..&lt;br /&gt;- uma &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;capsula protetora&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3340837184960298772?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3340837184960298772/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3340837184960298772' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3340837184960298772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3340837184960298772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/10/bolha.html' title='Bolha'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1833858916078833861</id><published>2009-09-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T20:15:42.395-07:00</updated><title type='text'>la revolucion</title><content type='html'>e o tempo vai passando ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hj nao sou mais a mesma de ontem.&lt;br /&gt;amanha nao serei mais a mesma de hj.&lt;br /&gt;eu apenas sou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1833858916078833861?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1833858916078833861/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1833858916078833861' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1833858916078833861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1833858916078833861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/09/e-o-tempo-vai-passando.html' title='la revolucion'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-817709596415396302</id><published>2009-09-17T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T09:44:55.797-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna breathe that fire again</title><content type='html'>me sinto viva, como nunca me senti antes.&lt;br /&gt;sinto vc viva como sentia antes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the only song I wanna sing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-817709596415396302?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/817709596415396302/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=817709596415396302' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/817709596415396302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/817709596415396302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-wanna-breathe-that-fire-again.html' title='I wanna breathe that fire again'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7444024650042146125</id><published>2009-09-07T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T20:01:18.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>semaphore</title><content type='html'>Para tudo existe uma capa. Para todos existe uma proteção.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje vejo minha armadura guardada até o proximo dia de guerra.&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã, talvez eu nem existe mais. Nem capa, nem proteção, nem guerra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apenas um coração latente&lt;br /&gt;prestes a explodir de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;uma harmonia de mim mesma comigo mesma.&lt;br /&gt;Quase fatal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;em um momento concreto&lt;br /&gt;verde vermelho e amarelo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7444024650042146125?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7444024650042146125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7444024650042146125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7444024650042146125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7444024650042146125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/09/semaphore.html' title='semaphore'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8752567278286482192</id><published>2009-09-03T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T10:45:53.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>falta de compaixão</title><content type='html'>é a falta da falta..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;de respeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;caráter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e postura!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What kind of woman are you?&lt;br /&gt;enfrente os seus riscos de cara.&lt;br /&gt;you're not a kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" O nosso amor é tão bonito,&lt;br /&gt;voce finge que me ama e eu finjo que acredito!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8752567278286482192?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8752567278286482192/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8752567278286482192' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8752567278286482192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8752567278286482192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/09/falta-de-compaixao.html' title='falta de compaixão'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-121171583118660648</id><published>2009-08-31T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T21:58:09.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>over</title><content type='html'>faz me rir, loucura!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-121171583118660648?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/121171583118660648/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=121171583118660648' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/121171583118660648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/121171583118660648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/over.html' title='over'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2249312185919061256</id><published>2009-08-30T12:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T12:44:35.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>os urubus so pensam em te comer</title><content type='html'>é normal querer sempre mais. e é super normal se decepcionar.&lt;br /&gt;o ser está vulneravel a tudo e a todos. é normal tbm esperar&lt;br /&gt;total sinceridade, nao de somente ser, mas de sentir.&lt;br /&gt;Medir palavras é pouco, mendir sentimento é tão pouco qnt.&lt;br /&gt;é do tamanho de um copo de tequila.&lt;br /&gt;eu me vejo parada na avenida e um grande telão de amostras gratuitas de longas.&lt;br /&gt;é como um filme, um ciclo. um cruzamento cruzado de um monte de marterialismo&lt;br /&gt;de &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;coisas&lt;/span&gt;. o resto é resto.&lt;br /&gt;o meu copo já está vazio e seco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ninguem ver que atitudes geram atitudes, a fama é mais forte.&lt;br /&gt;eu sou o seu lado ruim, que jamais conseguiu demonstrar&lt;br /&gt;sou o seu lado perpetuo de prazer&lt;br /&gt;o seu lado sujo&lt;br /&gt;o lado que vc nunca ver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;passar bem, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;angustia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Todas as vacas estão loucas&lt;br /&gt;E abatidas no seu leito de morte&lt;br /&gt;Carne S angue  Ossos  Destroços&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte já se foi, o resto ainda está&lt;br /&gt;De fato, mas nao por muito tempo. Pois ja é tarde, hoho, pois já é tarde E os urubus só pensam em te comer"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2249312185919061256?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2249312185919061256/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2249312185919061256' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2249312185919061256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2249312185919061256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/os-urubus-so-pensam-em-te-comer.html' title='os urubus so pensam em te comer'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8160049941864100571</id><published>2009-08-26T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:53:29.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gotta feeling</title><content type='html'>and I found out that &lt;br /&gt;you're my own guts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8160049941864100571?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8160049941864100571/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8160049941864100571' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8160049941864100571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8160049941864100571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-gotta-feeling.html' title='I gotta feeling'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2399952360872527542</id><published>2009-08-25T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T19:07:16.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>o tempo</title><content type='html'>está cada vez mais perto &lt;br /&gt;está cada vez mais longe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tic! &lt;br /&gt;tic! &lt;br /&gt;tac!&lt;br /&gt;tic! &lt;br /&gt;tac!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;está chegando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2399952360872527542?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2399952360872527542/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2399952360872527542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2399952360872527542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2399952360872527542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/o-tempo.html' title='o tempo'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8505203834389753322</id><published>2009-08-11T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T20:06:10.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I wear this crown of thorns&lt;br /&gt;Upon my liar's chair&lt;br /&gt;Full of broken thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I cannot repair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eneath the stains of time&lt;br /&gt;The feelings disappear&lt;br /&gt;You are someone else&lt;br /&gt;I am still right here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;johnny cash&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8505203834389753322?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8505203834389753322/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8505203834389753322' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8505203834389753322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8505203834389753322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/hurt.html' title='Hurt'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3972221727458860524</id><published>2009-08-08T10:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T10:47:02.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>fear of monsters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sn26ChqmYdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/N-t76pzUWFY/s1600-h/Dyvas+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sn26ChqmYdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/N-t76pzUWFY/s320/Dyvas+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367650883455050194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senti o teu medo correndo pelas minhas veias, bombeando meu sangue. E quando tentei dormir, não consegui..senti o meu medo de verdade:&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; tive medo de fechar os olhos e não te ver nunca mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O meu impulso foi o medo de não pulsar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;O que voce faria se acordasse sozinha a noite e não sentisse seu coração bater &lt;/span&gt;(durante uma hora e meia)?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3972221727458860524?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3972221727458860524/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3972221727458860524' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3972221727458860524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3972221727458860524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/fear-of-monsters.html' title='fear of monsters'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sn26ChqmYdI/AAAAAAAAAIE/N-t76pzUWFY/s72-c/Dyvas+015.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-6092926688784361434</id><published>2009-08-03T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T19:26:04.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, me</title><content type='html'>Não! não ando do lado contrario, apenas caminho em direção à certeza. Há uns tempos atras, caminhei em linhas tortas com minhas pernas enfraquecidas e agora que tenho força suficiente pra saber o caminho que percorrer, prefiro nao ir por outro lado, ando pelo mesmo, pela mesma avenida, pela mesma direção, mas você não é mais meu alvo, minha certeza, minha EXPECTATIVA, minha esperança. O caminho que percorro hoje, é fruto das pernas bambas, que tanto precisei de apoio, que foi na bengala do amigo(não na sua), na coragem de mim mesma (não na sua) que sai dos meus buracos. Ando, não mais a procura de respostas, ate porque nem sei as perguntas. Se for pra procurar por algo, procurarei as perguntas, mas nao qualquer uma, procurarei as perguntas certas. Pra todo tipo de crescimentos os passos dados sao experiencia, as quedas provam que me levantei, machucada, claro. Mas levantei. Toda ferida sara. E as quedas são pra nos erguer. E tudo na vida passa. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Eles passarão, eu passarinho!"&lt;/span&gt; Não pretendo fugir, nem mesmo esquecer. Apenas fechei meus olhos pra dúvida e pra incerteza. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"O que os olhos não vêem o coração nao sente"&lt;/span&gt;, ja dizia a minha avó. Fecho os meus olhos pra qualquer coisa que venha a me machucar, mas não no escuro. O escuro é tentador. Não tem sombras, não tem cor. É puro, verdadeiro e leal. Quem enxerga no escuro, enxerga a luz do dia. Enxerga a qualquer hora. Mas você não é mais meu alvo. Nem a luz do dia e nem no escuro. Não é culpa de ninguem, porque culpar é muito facil e se sentir culpada é bom, porque requer muita conscientização e reflexão. É ação, é Fato comprovado e consumado. É fruto da semente. É superação! E toda a indiferença não é fuga, muito menos um punhado de mentiras. Sou eu. Não sou mais a mesma de ontem, nem a mesma de horas atras. Não sou mais a metade, muito menos uma parte. Sou eu inteira. Completa de mim mesma, embora  cheia de espinhos. Sim, jamais tirarei meus espinhos de novo. Minha muralha foi quebrada pra entrar, uma, duas vezes, entraram e logo em seguida saíram. Com os espinhos jamais isso acontecerá novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the many hands began to scan around for the next plateau&lt;br /&gt;Some say it was Greenland and some say Mexico&lt;br /&gt;others decided it was nowhere except for where they stood&lt;br /&gt;But those were all just guesses, wouldn't help you if theycould"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-6092926688784361434?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/6092926688784361434/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=6092926688784361434' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6092926688784361434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6092926688784361434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/oh-me.html' title='Oh, me'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3804387835554440807</id><published>2009-08-03T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:13:16.169-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mallory Knox</title><content type='html'>É impressionante como a familia pode te deixar mal, melhor, te fazer sentir o nada. Mas calma aí, hoje é hoje. E nao importa o que esse hoje signifique eu nao posso deixar esses cretinos me fazerem nenhum tipo de mal. Tudo bem, sempre levei em consideração as pequenas declarações que tinham pra me dizer. A familia reunida!&lt;br /&gt;me desculpem, mas voces não sao minha familia, eu nao me sinto parte de voces e faço questão de fazer com que voces tambem nao me sintam. Nasci sozinha. Cresci sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;Aprendo sozinha, morri alguns dias, sozinha. Hoje me sinto viva, Viva sozinha. E é assim que eu serei, por mais que a felicidade seja real apenas quando compartilhada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu compratilho, comigo e comigo mesma. Eu ando de mãos dadas comigo e comigo mesma. Eu sei o caminho que eu tenho que seguir e que nem todas as portas estarão aberta quando precisar, mas e dai? Sofrer me fortalece!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" eanie-meanie-minie-moe catch a redneck by his toe if he hollers let him go!eanie-meanie-minie-moe my mama told me to pick the best one and you are it (POW)!!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU MADE MY SHIT LIST!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* I'm feeling like a natural born killer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3804387835554440807?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3804387835554440807/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3804387835554440807' title='0 Comentários'/><link 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we go or whatever happens, mickey, when I look up at the stars I'll know you're looking up at the same ones (at the same ones!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll be living in all oceans now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anybody out there in Hollywood believe in kissing anymore?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2162078270770176572?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2162078270770176572/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2162078270770176572' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2162078270770176572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2162078270770176572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/me-and-myself.html' title='Me and Myself'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1824758745858837776</id><published>2009-08-02T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T07:12:25.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna be Joan Jett</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"You took my heart&lt;br /&gt;you took my pround away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;resposta.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1824758745858837776?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1824758745858837776/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1824758745858837776' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1824758745858837776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1824758745858837776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-wanna-be-joan-jett.html' title='I wanna be Joan Jett'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1199747682767947832</id><published>2009-08-02T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T11:07:55.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>against myself through the mirror</title><content type='html'>Eu sou o seu espelho. o seu reflexo. Sou voce do outro lado da rua. eu sou voce atraves do espelho. Eu sou eu. VOcê é você. hoje, andamos em direção contrária. A luz está em todo lugar, esta em mim, esta em voce. Estamos. Somos. Diferentes. porque a diferença é a indiferença. Eu a tenho, porque nao me importo mais com nada. Nem a luz que incomoda os meus olhos. Nem a sombra que mancha voce. Nem nada. Fizemos nossas escolhas atraves do espelho. corremos atraves do espelho. e cansamos de nos ver.nos ter. de ser. de vir e ir. de estar. de chegar. Somos tudo e nada. estamos, apenas, através do espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;do you remember my last &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;true&lt;/span&gt; smile?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1199747682767947832?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1199747682767947832/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1199747682767947832' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1199747682767947832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1199747682767947832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/08/against-myself-through-mirror.html' title='against myself through the mirror'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-5515651141411330728</id><published>2009-07-29T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T13:28:54.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speedlight</title><content type='html'>Um dia meu castelo de concreto irá cair. Jamais me afogarei nos seus atos inconsequentes  e jamais cairei em pecado. A matéria se reconstitui, se reconstrói. A essência se desfaz.&lt;br /&gt;No dia em que tudo estiver caído, destruído, desconstruído e desfeito, no outro, sucumbirei com toda minha força até gastar minha ultima gota de suor e tudo estará  totalmente erguido. de novo. ao alto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't care what you do I'll take all risk to feel alive again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-5515651141411330728?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/5515651141411330728/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=5515651141411330728' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5515651141411330728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5515651141411330728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/speedlight.html' title='Speedlight'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3742069849783358770</id><published>2009-07-28T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T06:18:17.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daylight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sm76erb5GqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/neW-f5MFeas/s1600-h/daylight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sm76erb5GqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/neW-f5MFeas/s320/daylight.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363499611207572130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cut the legs off of our pants&lt;br /&gt;Threw our shoes into the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and wave through the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and wave through the daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slip and slide on subway grates&lt;br /&gt;These shoes are poor mans ice skates&lt;br /&gt;Fall through like change in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;Fall through like change in the daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss yellow lines in my roads&lt;br /&gt;Some color on monochrome&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll paint them in myself&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I’ll paint them in myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These sidewalks liquid then stone&lt;br /&gt;Building walls and an old pay phone&lt;br /&gt;It rings like all through the daylight&lt;br /&gt;It rings like all through the daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday I’ll see without these frames&lt;br /&gt;And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have five clocks in my life&lt;br /&gt;And only one has the time right&lt;br /&gt;IÂ’ll just unplug it for today&lt;br /&gt;IÂ’ll just unplug it for today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open hydrant rolled down windows&lt;br /&gt;This car might make a good old boat&lt;br /&gt;And float down grand street in daylight&lt;br /&gt;And float down grand street in daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with just half of a sunburn&lt;br /&gt;New yellow lines that I earned&lt;br /&gt;Step back and here comes the night time&lt;br /&gt;Step back and here comes the night time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the daylight we can hitchhike to Maine&lt;br /&gt;I hope that someday I’ll see without these frames&lt;br /&gt;And in the daylight I don't pick up my phone&lt;br /&gt;Cause in the daylight anywhere feels like home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*eu acho que ela foi proíbida de manter &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'algum tipo de contato' &lt;/span&gt;comigo. E lá no fundo, acho otimo. Somebody is falling love in other life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3742069849783358770?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3742069849783358770/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3742069849783358770' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3742069849783358770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3742069849783358770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/daylight.html' title='Daylight'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sm76erb5GqI/AAAAAAAAAH8/neW-f5MFeas/s72-c/daylight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-643571862889265751</id><published>2009-07-23T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T10:18:45.004-07:00</updated><title type='text'>meu novelho de lã</title><content type='html'>Existe uma montanha, a mais alta de todas elas, no lugar mais longe de tudo e todos.&lt;br /&gt;Existe apenas dois seres humanos nesse mundo. Ambos se desconhecem, mas mal sabem eles, que num dia de outono, foram absolutamente tudo um pro outro. Hoje, um deles é cego, pq se escondeu com a loucura atras de uma pézinho de cravo e furou o olho. Já o outro não fala muito, nem sabe porque, mas prefere nem comentar nada sobre. Eles tiveram a mente desativada, um não lembra do outro até que ambos provem a sua existencia pra cada um. Eles vivem sozinhos. E sozinhos morrerão se nao despertarem dentro de cada um deles o melhor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Like two strangers turning into dust"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-643571862889265751?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/643571862889265751/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=643571862889265751' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/643571862889265751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/643571862889265751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/meu-novelho-de-la.html' title='meu novelho de lã'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-5976152969020454157</id><published>2009-07-15T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T08:45:01.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeats</title><content type='html'>Manter a mente vazia é analisar os pensamento e medir,testar a força!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"you knew the hand of a devil &lt;br /&gt;sharing different heart beats in one night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-5976152969020454157?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/5976152969020454157/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=5976152969020454157' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5976152969020454157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5976152969020454157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/heartbeats.html' title='Heartbeats'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8500554853365994275</id><published>2009-07-09T04:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T05:19:01.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O verbo.</title><content type='html'>preciso de raciocionio logico para que nao haja falha humana.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de consciencia para que a insanidade nao prospere.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de água pra hidratar as ideias.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de amor para alimentar a esperança.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de coragem pra aniquilar a covardia.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de força pra colocar os pés no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso sentir para ver a vida.&lt;br /&gt;preciso andar para chegar onde quero.&lt;br /&gt;preciso de roupa para vestir meu caráter.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de boca para soltar os pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de mãos para ter certeza.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de humildade para compreender o proximo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de amigos para a compaixão.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de mãe para sentir o meu cordão.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso correr para da tempo de fazer tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso comer para nutrir a força.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso de tempo para perceber que posso.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso ir para sentir vontade de voltar.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso cair para levantar.&lt;br /&gt;Preciso me perder para me encontrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Preciso acabar com esses sonhos antes que eles acabem comigo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;pre.ci.sar:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; Necessitar  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Ser necessário &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; Calcular com exatidão         &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt; Indicar de modo preciso&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8500554853365994275?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8500554853365994275/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8500554853365994275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8500554853365994275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8500554853365994275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/o-verbo.html' title='O verbo.'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-7434239644733592111</id><published>2009-07-08T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-08T11:31:58.324-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skinny Love</title><content type='html'>Hoje acordei bem cedo. Logo após abrir os olhos percebi que sonhos sao apenas falhas na memoria. Como se existisse aquela tarja preta qnd aparece algum menor de idade em canal aberto. Isso, minha mente teve um canal aberto, uma menória com uma tarja e assim que acordei percebi o quanto preciso rebobinar meu filme. Reorganizar meus pensamentos, sentimentos. Preciso sim, acreditar sempre em mim, mas o que custa dá ao proximo uma oportunidade de confiança. Crio expectativas. As espectativas são antecessoras a esperança. entao, se crio expectativas em algo é pq tenho esperança nisso. Logo em seguida, dei um voto de confiança, acreditei não em mim, mas no próximo (seja quem esse proximo for ou signifique). Depositei mais um vez, algo que em mim é grandioso, presente, potente e forte. E no decorrer do dia, percebo que se crio expectativa e se tenho esperança é pq acredito no deposito que tenho feito. É como dinheiro no banco, que enquanto entra, posso tirar, mas qnd acaba preciso pôr mais, pra em seguida poder usar novamente. Um ciclo vicioso que só terá fim qnd &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt; disser que chegou ao fim. E fica um nó. Um nó preso no estomago. Um resto de carne preso no dente. Uma dúvida. Mas o que seria uma dúvida, quando o que posso ter é apenas evidencias de algo inoperante? Onipresente. Invisivel. E hoje percebi que da mesma forma que posso acabar com tudo, posso aumentar cada vez mais, e é ai que entra a expectativa. Existe uma duvida pq nao penso em ir atras do que nao me pertence, do que nao me desrespeita, mas que la no fundo me interessa. Imagino que possa ate ter encontrado sentido para as atitudes vizinhas, mas a minha esperança não deixa eu enxergar. E talvez seja melhor fugir, fingir que tudo está no devido lugar. Quando o que temos é um grande catálogo de erros. Erros que podem ser reparados, que podem ser consertados, manuseados de uma forma positiva para o bem. O bem do bem. Não canso de dizer que "existem males que vem pro bem", pq se esses males existem é pq temos de alguma forma perceber, enxergar para que em seguida possamos corrigí-los.  Mas como eu posso corrigir algo que nao pertence somente a mim? que nao faz parte apenas de mim. Como posso tentar corrigir algo que no meio da transação existe um nó?&lt;br /&gt;E mesmo que eu queira desatar esse nó, será eu que devo cometer essa atitude? O que poderia ser novamente um erro. Um ato egoísta de tentar consertar, desatar nós que nao so desrespeitam a mim. Que não são somente meus. Existem terceiros e quartos. Existe um mundo de ideia e atitudes presente em cada passo que dou. E um grande sentimento de culpa. Pq se sentir culpado é doloroso, embora seja um bravo ato de interiorização, de percepção e de auto-detruição espontanea. Se penso que tudo está do jeito que está por culpa minha e se nao penso em nenhuma hipótese em transmutar essa culpa em verdadeiro sentimento, é pq sou fraca o bastante pra enxergar a vida a um palmo de distancia do meu nariz. Mas se, de alguma forma, revitalizo minha força para que possa arrancar esse sentimento de culpa e transformá-lo em algo magico, prazeroso, vital e signficante, é pq expectativas foram postas pra que a esperança nao morra. É a busca de uma nova tentativa. E assim, continuar com todos os bons pensamentos, sentimentos. Não é algo que limpa a alma, mas que alimenta o ser. Não é do tipo fraco querendo se mostrar forte, é do tipo forte se mostrando sensível e flexivel ao meio. aos outros. a voce. E hoje percebi, mais do que nunca, que por mais expectativas que deposite, por mais flexivel que seja, existe sempre uma tarja preta que esconde a força. Preciso de novas ferramentas para manusear meus sentimentos, que muitas vezes sao verdadeiros e sinceros e que espera o mesmo de volta. E novamente me vejo com a cara no chão quando percebo que a confiança que deopsitei parece ser apenas uma peça perdida no quebra-cabeça. A minha esperança é o patinho feio do conto de fadas. É apenas um nó tão proximo do bem, da ideia e tão distante do corpo, da materia. é tentativa de tentar, que no dia seguinte perde a flexibilidade e passa de forte para fraco..&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;é nesse momento que a expectativa se desfaz e a esperança morre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Now all your love is wasted? Then who the hell was i? Now i'm breaking at the britches. And at the end of all your lines"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7434239644733592111?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7434239644733592111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7434239644733592111' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7434239644733592111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7434239644733592111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/07/skinny-love.html' title='Skinny Love'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3916739101528763313</id><published>2009-06-21T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T18:13:32.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars</title><content type='html'>We're gonna hunt to kill, gonna skin the hide&lt;br /&gt;A yelp and scream and away I ride&lt;br /&gt;And every drop that spills on every plot of ground&lt;br /&gt;It's all for you for what you found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say, I say&lt;br /&gt;I say, I say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna take your head&lt;br /&gt;And gonna drive you home&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna keep on, keep on, keep on&lt;br /&gt;And then forever roam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* Kings of Leon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3916739101528763313?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3916739101528763313/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3916739101528763313' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3916739101528763313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3916739101528763313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/06/gonna-show-this-town-how-to-kiss-these.html' title='Gonna show this town how to kiss these stars'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8895676129231210095</id><published>2009-06-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T22:11:23.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I saw</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sjh2n2eO_VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iPiEUcbCQpI/s1600-h/samethings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sjh2n2eO_VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iPiEUcbCQpI/s320/samethings.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348154984511765842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's one room&lt;br /&gt;There's one light&lt;br /&gt;There's one night&lt;br /&gt;In the fire&lt;br /&gt;In the pain&lt;br /&gt;In the wire&lt;br /&gt;This from me&lt;br /&gt;This one lie&lt;br /&gt;That seems right&lt;br /&gt;Time cant climb&lt;br /&gt;It cant be&lt;br /&gt;It cant see&lt;br /&gt;I see to be bright&lt;br /&gt;I fall down tonight&lt;br /&gt;I go to hell to be what I see&lt;br /&gt;Falling again is such a welcome end&lt;br /&gt;can be the end of today be more than tonight&lt;br /&gt;Echoes of these far reaching sights&lt;br /&gt;and the pain of knowing you should have tried&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hands&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never die&lt;br /&gt;This love song&lt;br /&gt;It sits wrong&lt;br /&gt;It means &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time's right to be wrong&lt;br /&gt;All night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I feel good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so far away&lt;br /&gt;This is mine&lt;br /&gt;It could be anyday&lt;br /&gt;I saw what I saw&lt;br /&gt;I call up a man&lt;br /&gt;Distance is what gets me right in&lt;br /&gt;I had a hand in everyone losing their place&lt;br /&gt;Never must stop&lt;br /&gt;It's stealing my heart&lt;br /&gt;A moment to squeeze begging on its Knees&lt;br /&gt;I know I'll never be right beyond tonight&lt;br /&gt;Give me your hands&lt;br /&gt;And we'll never die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*  john frusciante&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8895676129231210095?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/Sjh2n2eO_VI/AAAAAAAAAHE/iPiEUcbCQpI/s72-c/samethings.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4685008155082406810</id><published>2009-04-27T00:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T00:04:54.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To her</title><content type='html'>Todas as minhas dores, angustias desilusões e fracasso, desde já,&lt;br /&gt;nomeio por apenas um, um unico nome: Kitty!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a guerreira do meu coração envenenado.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4685008155082406810?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4685008155082406810/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4685008155082406810' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4685008155082406810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4685008155082406810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/04/to-her.html' title='To her'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1636734537122961305</id><published>2009-04-26T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T20:52:06.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impotencia</title><content type='html'>Building the truth with numbers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1636734537122961305?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1636734537122961305/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1636734537122961305' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1636734537122961305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1636734537122961305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/04/impotencia.html' title='Impotencia'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-5336124355576417754</id><published>2009-04-22T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T04:54:32.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Eraser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SfBW5OACGfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Tl0m0d0Spyk/s1600-h/nat1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SfBW5OACGfI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Tl0m0d0Spyk/s320/nat1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327853900190063090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eu nao quero que vc seja minha sombra.&lt;br /&gt;nunca quis. eu so cansei de me sentir um trapinho&lt;br /&gt;vc me faz sentir isso&lt;br /&gt;e talvez seja o reflexo do reflexo do avesso do avesso.&lt;br /&gt;é, e eu sempre estou perto de vc na hora que vc precisa.&lt;br /&gt;só que agora eu  que nao quero mais.&lt;br /&gt;nem perto nem longe.&lt;br /&gt;i fell like a napkin&lt;br /&gt;sou o reflexo. o seu. que vc me fez ser.&lt;br /&gt;BABY! and I quit game over&lt;br /&gt;eu te amo demais, pra nao poder estar ao teu lado.&lt;br /&gt;eu estava no preterito passado IMperfeito!&lt;br /&gt;e eu prefiro nao estar mais em nada.&lt;br /&gt;e me acostumar a ficar so.&lt;br /&gt;pq é assim que sempre foi, e sempre vai ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talvez amanha, eu esteja arrependida de todas as palavras que eu disse aqui.&lt;br /&gt;mas é assim, e  assim vai ser.&lt;br /&gt;pq eu nao sou de ferro.&lt;br /&gt;e ultimamente eu nao aguento mais SER.&lt;br /&gt;e vc sabe disso. make me alive&lt;br /&gt;foda-se! eu preciso respirar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the way you looked her&lt;br /&gt;be happy, love. be happy.&lt;br /&gt;and smile to the air&lt;br /&gt;to the dog for somebody else.&lt;br /&gt;cause I don't beat!&lt;br /&gt;I DON'T BEAT!&lt;br /&gt;anymore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black swan!&lt;br /&gt;a desilusao foi grande.&lt;br /&gt;e eu ja nao me importo em ganhar.&lt;br /&gt;me acostumei a perder&lt;br /&gt;eu nao sei fazer as pessoas me amar&lt;br /&gt;me acostumei a perder&lt;br /&gt;elas sempre vao embora, so nao sei pra onde.&lt;br /&gt;onde quer que estejam, apenas lembrem de mim&lt;br /&gt;eu sou um atomo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nao tem fim&lt;br /&gt;é tudo um começo&lt;br /&gt;nada muda apenas se transforma.&lt;br /&gt;o fim vai se transforma num começo&lt;br /&gt;é, e eu ja serei outra pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;um raio luminoso in your fuck mind.&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted be there.&lt;br /&gt;it's no my peace place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;desfrute da maçã perdida&lt;br /&gt;o desejo é o nosso maior pecado.&lt;br /&gt;e quem nunca desejou?&lt;br /&gt;que se atire do penhasco.&lt;br /&gt;"que decepção, meu amor."&lt;br /&gt;tudo seria mais facil, com um pouco mais de amor.&lt;br /&gt;amor incondicional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vc nao é a pessoa mais perfeita do mundo.&lt;br /&gt;e a culpa nao é so minha.&lt;br /&gt;mas tudo o que vc fala, é como se fosse.&lt;br /&gt;eu fui amor só pra vc &lt;br /&gt;eu aprendo e desaprendo com os melhores professores da face da terra&lt;br /&gt;tchaca mama.&lt;br /&gt;I have a elephant gun&lt;br /&gt;he speak my language&lt;br /&gt;I can't live with a romantic love&lt;br /&gt;eu preferia o amor imperfeito que a gente vivia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rubens, homem passaro&lt;br /&gt;ele olha pra um tronco. largo e seco.&lt;br /&gt;não, ele olha pra tras do tronco&lt;br /&gt;onde tem 'alguem' tentando se esconder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;é, hoje eu me escondo.&lt;br /&gt;amanha, eu desapareço.&lt;br /&gt;everything it's too late now.&lt;br /&gt;e eu me escondi na noite, e me perdi no meio das falesias de areia sem fim.&lt;br /&gt;nadei até o barco mais perto, e remei pra ilha mais longe e deserta que existe entre nós&lt;br /&gt;o mar vai e vem, mas nesse mar, eu apenas fui.&lt;br /&gt;e deixei ele me levar onde ninguem possa me ver&lt;br /&gt;e nem trem nenhum possa chegar.&lt;br /&gt;nem peixes, nem passaros. nem rubens.&lt;br /&gt;only white whales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;se eu fosse uma musica&lt;br /&gt;eu seria o cd todo.  The eraser&lt;br /&gt;e por incrivel que pareça&lt;br /&gt;ultimamente, a musica esta sendo a coisa q me faz sentir mais viva&lt;br /&gt;e mais morta ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;thom yorke, se fudeu, me fudeu, fudeu &lt;br /&gt;minha cabeça.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eraser me&lt;br /&gt;eraser you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-5336124355576417754?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/5336124355576417754/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=5336124355576417754' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/5336124355576417754'/><link rel='self' 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type='html'>i'm feeling like a napkin, after being used and threw away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-6477346272863045016?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/6477346272863045016/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=6477346272863045016' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6477346272863045016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/6477346272863045016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/04/napkin.html' title='napkin'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3370940926876753564</id><published>2009-04-14T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:38:21.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Você está banido de mim.</title><content type='html'>pois entaão, tá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Vai embora!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoje, declaro, banida por todas as vozes&lt;br /&gt;e barulhos na minha cabeça, que não existe &lt;br /&gt;mais ninguem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"are we human or are we dancer?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3370940926876753564?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3370940926876753564/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3370940926876753564' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3370940926876753564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3370940926876753564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/04/voce-esta-banido-de-mim.html' title='Você está banido de mim.'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1549583216354136460</id><published>2009-04-12T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T00:23:28.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>outra atmosfera</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SeK4B2Z1JyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dE4sfI8O1xo/s1600-h/nat7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 165px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SeK4B2Z1JyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dE4sfI8O1xo/s320/nat7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324020051428583202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpe as suas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Nao deixe rastros pelo chão&lt;br /&gt;Eles te seguem, te acham&lt;br /&gt;Sugam todas as suas energias&lt;br /&gt;Voce fia fraco, sem força&lt;br /&gt;Sem brilho. &lt;br /&gt;Eles te deixam sem brilho nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Voce consegue me sentir travez dos meus olhos?&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ir, procuro pela resposta,&lt;br /&gt;Que nem se quer, sei a pergunta.&lt;br /&gt;minhas mãos estao geladas.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto frio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limpe suas pegadas&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe que te sigam&lt;br /&gt;Não procure por respostas&lt;br /&gt;Ache a pergunta certa, &lt;br /&gt;Aí, tealvez, voce possa  me deixar partir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu me rendo à floresta.&lt;br /&gt;As portas estão fechadas&lt;br /&gt;E eu não alcanço a fechadura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou em outra atmosfera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Eu me rendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1549583216354136460?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1549583216354136460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1549583216354136460' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1549583216354136460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1549583216354136460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/04/limpe-as-suas-pegadas-nao-deixe-rastros.html' title='outra atmosfera'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SeK4B2Z1JyI/AAAAAAAAAGc/dE4sfI8O1xo/s72-c/nat7.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-2211115510278251410</id><published>2009-03-04T06:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T07:24:37.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>armor of bronze.</title><content type='html'>the night falls like an anchor in my back.&lt;br /&gt;holding my soul revolutionary.&lt;br /&gt;is easy to close our eyes and pretend that nobody is&lt;br /&gt;and that all the pain the world can be&lt;br /&gt;hidden inside a large armor of bronze.&lt;br /&gt;swallow my tears to form rivers and rivers of despair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything goes away. all go away.&lt;br /&gt;And I run away from myself, as time passes and&lt;br /&gt;people in the street, blind as ever,&lt;br /&gt;  live the greatest farces true they&lt;br /&gt;can create for them they protect them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is easy to close our eyes and pretend that no one there.&lt;br /&gt;you do not feel pain, while taking care of my helplessness&lt;br /&gt;walk full of holes, empty and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything goes away. All go.&lt;br /&gt;as run away from myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"This is our decision to live fast and die young"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-2211115510278251410?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/2211115510278251410/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=2211115510278251410' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2211115510278251410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/2211115510278251410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/03/armor-of-bronze.html' title='armor of bronze.'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1984701284840663675</id><published>2009-03-02T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T08:24:32.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the weight or the world at sleep time</title><content type='html'>We don't belong to us&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we need to feel some pain &lt;br /&gt;to prove to ourself that we  realy exist&lt;br /&gt;or fated to pretend&lt;br /&gt;or die even being alive&lt;br /&gt;or smoke the last cigarrete and back home so sad&lt;br /&gt;or smile alone in the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or just feel the weight or the world&lt;br /&gt;while we try to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We'll choke on our vomit and that will be the end"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1984701284840663675?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1984701284840663675/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1984701284840663675' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1984701284840663675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1984701284840663675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/03/weight-or-world-at-sleep-time.html' title='the weight or the world at sleep time'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4500010747357184397</id><published>2009-02-11T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T12:48:06.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lado B. ( x  = y )</title><content type='html'>Os tipos &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C &lt;/span&gt;sao bem parecido com os &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;sao sensiveis, delicados, porem a maior diferença&lt;br /&gt;é que o&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; C &lt;/span&gt;demonstra plenamente tudo, e o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; retrai&lt;br /&gt;os sentimentos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;, assim como o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;, adora a natureza, &lt;br /&gt;e fazer parte do cenario como um todo, &lt;br /&gt;os animais, os bichinhos, por menores que sejam,&lt;br /&gt;gostam de cuidar, e ter cuidado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;, nao tem medo de amar e ser amado.&lt;br /&gt;O&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; A&lt;/span&gt;, por retrair os sentimentos, ele foge covardemente&lt;br /&gt;quando percebe que os sentimentos sao reciproco.&lt;br /&gt;( ele parece que tem medo de ser amado.)&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; é medroso a ponto de ferir alguem, mas ferir-se&lt;br /&gt;é o maior prazer, embora haja sempre muitas reclamçoes&lt;br /&gt;de dores e de incompatibilidade de pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;quando sofre, ama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; sao quase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ben&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Jill&lt;/span&gt;, o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;jack&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;obscuro demais, muitas vezes racional. a emoção nao aflinge&lt;br /&gt;a nao ser que suas feridas estejam totalmente expostas e&lt;br /&gt;alguem a fere, ou se suas intenções sao boas o suficiente e &lt;br /&gt;qnd tenta fazer diferente de suas ideias, ele acaba se decepcionando,&lt;br /&gt;ferindo a si proprio. Somente o B pode ferir-se mais que os outros.&lt;br /&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; é o contra-ataque com defesa formada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;nao existe sem o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;, e nem o&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; B &lt;/span&gt;existe sem o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;embora o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;e o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt; nao consigam passar muito tempo juntos&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;vice-versa&lt;/span&gt;),por serem parecidos demais, nao se completam, eles se somam.&lt;br /&gt;Ja o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt; por sua vez, completa  O &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt; e o &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;.  transforma-se numa unidade: X ou y.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre no Lado B.&lt;br /&gt;faça sua parte Jack.&lt;br /&gt;seja X, seja Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4500010747357184397?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4500010747357184397/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4500010747357184397' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4500010747357184397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4500010747357184397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2009/02/lado-b-x-y.html' title='Lado B. ( x  = y )'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-8166207914255869597</id><published>2009-01-09T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T16:46:25.565-08:00</updated><title type='text'>é, eu te amo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;atitudes&lt;br /&gt;que &lt;br /&gt;paralisa&lt;br /&gt;queima&lt;br /&gt;domina&lt;br /&gt;explode&lt;br /&gt;e mata.&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/1749556726670450695-8166207914255869597?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-4777765393338404484</id><published>2008-11-19T18:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T19:08:48.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>estão inflando meu ego com ar</title><content type='html'>porque nao. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque, simplesmente, nao suporto mais.&lt;br /&gt;estou cheia. eu estou transbordando agunia.&lt;br /&gt;saturada de incertezas.ele me atinge. ela me atinge.&lt;br /&gt;e vou acumulando.acumulando.acumulando.&lt;br /&gt;toda a minha vontade era de não existir.&lt;br /&gt;pra nao saber como é, e sentir.&lt;br /&gt;absolutamente, nada.&lt;br /&gt;nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;porque nao!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ora, se você quiser se divertir invente as suas proprias canções"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e tudo aquilo contra  o que sempre lutam, é exatamente tudo aquilo que eles são. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-4777765393338404484?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/4777765393338404484/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=4777765393338404484' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4777765393338404484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/4777765393338404484'/><link 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sonho.&lt;br /&gt;parece loucura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parece voce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" hoje em dia, nao se usa muito.&lt;br /&gt;quero alter. vai ser alter."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok. &lt;br /&gt;alter-voce.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-8580629451190474577?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/8580629451190474577/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=8580629451190474577' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/8580629451190474577'/><link 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-7273341394186862008?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/7273341394186862008/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=7273341394186862008' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7273341394186862008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/7273341394186862008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-1304178740776915189</id><published>2008-11-04T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T21:31:48.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>flowers in the window</title><content type='html'>as vezes, eu preciso acreditar em algo. agir.&lt;br /&gt;antes que minhas pernas desfaleçam. é, talvez um pouco de bebida&lt;br /&gt;me faça menos covarde. (ou não).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-1304178740776915189?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/1304178740776915189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=1304178740776915189' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1304178740776915189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/1304178740776915189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2008/11/flowers-in-window.html' title='flowers in the window'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3375380249219995663</id><published>2008-10-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T21:35:01.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>you make me feel like a shit</title><content type='html'>ensurdeci-me&lt;br /&gt;calei-me&lt;br /&gt;a loucura me acompanha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curaram-me(?)&lt;br /&gt;barraram-me&lt;br /&gt;o amor foi embora..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;o silencio mata.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-3375380249219995663?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3375380249219995663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3375380249219995663' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3375380249219995663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3375380249219995663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2008/10/you-make-me-feel-like-shit.html' title='you make me feel like a shit'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-601149678123701439</id><published>2008-07-07T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:01:45.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Força Armada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SHLKeXsfDqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zxZs9HSJREo/s1600-h/1141687958_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SHLKeXsfDqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zxZs9HSJREo/s320/1141687958_f.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220457541181312674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Com semblantes e armas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Rodeiam nossas casas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Em busca de nossas vidas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Correm com o fogo em nossa direção&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Dizem ser a segurança, mas são a nossa insegurança,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;a nossa maldição&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Opressores da autoridade, te aterrorizam, te caçam e&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Matam-te com brutalidade te pegam na pancada e na&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Cabeça, te aponta uma arma.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sentem sede, sede de sangue&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Sentem fome, fome de carne&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A tua carne morta, o teu doce sangue&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Correm para te pegar e quando te pegam&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Arrancam o teu couro, botam tua pele no sol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Pra tirar o cheiro que impregna no corpo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Vendem nas mercearias junto com novas mercadorias&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Tu é mais um pra eles, mais um. É como um prêmio,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;um troféu, a recompensa de quem mata mais.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;E pra nós é menos um, menos um homem, menos um ser, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;menos uma dignidade, menos um orgulho, menos uma força, menos uma vontade, menos um sonho, menos um desejo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;é menos um de nós...homens desumanos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1749556726670450695-601149678123701439?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/601149678123701439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=601149678123701439' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/601149678123701439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/601149678123701439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2008/07/fora-armada.html' title='Força Armada'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SHLKeXsfDqI/AAAAAAAAAAg/zxZs9HSJREo/s72-c/1141687958_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1749556726670450695.post-3340801432962273741</id><published>2007-08-28T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T16:01:45.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>O Sácrificio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/RtREPH8ZyuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jXXOcEPnD_U/s1600-h/xxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103779304338737890" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 201px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="219" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/RtREPH8ZyuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jXXOcEPnD_U/s320/xxl.jpg" width="224" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;" O silêncio da minha voz sufoca minha mente, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;maltrata meu coração e como um trauma, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff9900;"&gt;inavede minha cabeça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Juntaria os milhões de pequenos cacos de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;porcelana que fazem meu peito sangrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Seria o mínimo que você faria por mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;ou o máximo que eu faria por você.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff9900;"&gt;Não importa, apenas, passaria a dor."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&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/1749556726670450695-3340801432962273741?l=sugar-tongue.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/feeds/3340801432962273741/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1749556726670450695&amp;postID=3340801432962273741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3340801432962273741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1749556726670450695/posts/default/3340801432962273741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sugar-tongue.blogspot.com/2007/08/o-scrificio.html' title='O Sácrificio'/><author><name>Nathália M.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18397539962787924778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/SuNCZxmZaqI/AAAAAAAAAIk/MmvkJdJKWes/S220/ui+2.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_js7ILdud10I/RtREPH8ZyuI/AAAAAAAAAAM/jXXOcEPnD_U/s72-c/xxl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
