tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63029703241249400192011-04-21T22:28:16.778+01:00Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.comBlogger61100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-49446111276148579542007-11-19T13:54:00.000Z2007-11-19T14:01:34.457ZA - Posso depositar o meu coração aos seus pés?<br /> B - Se não me sujar o chão.<br /> A - O meu coração está limpo.<br /> B - É o que vamos ver .<br />B arranca o coração a A.<br /> B - Mas o seu coração é uma pedra! É uma pedra!<br /> A - Morrendo. Sim. Mas é só por si que ele bate.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-4944611127614857954?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-28319634324585972342007-10-24T14:17:00.001+01:002007-10-24T14:50:52.520+01:00Sou como alguém que vai a caça para os outros, só com intuito de matar...<br />Sou como as margens dum rio esculpidas pela água..<br />Não sou eu, sou como fosse...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-2831963432458597234?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-20352320339532683922007-08-29T15:57:00.000+01:002007-08-29T16:24:50.415+01:00<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtWPFtRrzBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qYGhI9S03sY/s1600-h/despedida5rc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104143080910212114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtWPFtRrzBI/AAAAAAAAAAk/qYGhI9S03sY/s320/despedida5rc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Deixas-me perder-me em ti?!</div>Deixas-me olhar para ti?!<br />Deixas-me olhar por ti?!<br />Deixas-me viver para ti?!<br />Deixas-me viver por ti?!<br />Deixas-me morrer para ti?!<br />Deixas-me morrer por ti?!<br />Deixas-me amar-te sem ti?!<br />Deixas-me de uma vez por todas as vezes que nao me deixas-te?!<br /><br />Deixa-me eu deixar-te!!!....Mas tu nao me deixas....<br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-2035232033953268392?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-35004412237824241342007-08-29T15:25:00.000+01:002007-08-29T15:55:47.316+01:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtWITNRrzAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6TTjLfHiGkM/s1600-h/encadenada.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5104135616257051650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtWITNRrzAI/AAAAAAAAAAc/6TTjLfHiGkM/s320/encadenada.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>A dose de cavalo que te faltava ás cinco horas e trinta minutos da tarde, fazia o teu rosto impedir-te de sorrires a crianças, que te trazem estranhas memórias... mas tu sorriste, sorriste e odeias-te por isso....é irreversível...</div><div>És linda, mas estás podre...</div><div>És mulher, mas estás podre...</div><div>O mundo apodreceu-te linda mulher...</div><div>Vais-te afogar nesse rio de lava, que arrasta todos os que lá mergulham...</div><div>Em tempos foste pura, tambem eu o fui...</div><div>Agora somos motivos de escárnio e maldizer nas folhas dum poeta qualquer...</div><div>Queima o quadro que fizeram quando nasceste, e faz um da tua morte pré-matura, como alguém que já nasce com cancro...</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-3500441223782424134?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-47782152586637263262007-08-26T22:51:00.000+01:002007-08-26T23:03:04.817+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtH4O9Rry_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrcnrD9tIO8/s1600-h/Dosofrimentoedafelicidade-1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103132788638075890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RtH4O9Rry_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/TrcnrD9tIO8/s320/Dosofrimentoedafelicidade-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div align="center">Dói-me a alma....</div><div align="center">O que me dói mais é a alma....</div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-4778215258663726326?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6302970324124940019.post-91283329324537916852007-08-09T23:23:00.000+01:002007-08-09T23:41:43.372+01:00<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RruWBKk00JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ku1ffpdrFl0/s1600-h/broa.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096832350062694546" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ko8yqSkuHGk/RruWBKk00JI/AAAAAAAAAAM/ku1ffpdrFl0/s320/broa.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>They call her bulldozer speech demon</div><br /><div>Without distractions of hope</div><br /><div>She makes the depression business look surprisingly novel.</div><br /><div>And she's not just royal, allegedly loyal</div><br /><div>Not unfaithful but she has no faith in me.</div><br /><div>Inhale the damage smoothly paradise isn't lost, it was hiding all along.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's the ones that you love,</div><br /><div>the ones that love you,</div><br /><div>the ones that make you come.</div><br /><div>The ones that make you come unglued</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can't turn my back on you</div><br /><div>when you are walking away</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Bottomless celebrity scar staged circuses for schoolgirls,</div><br /><div>Us boys are all dressed up like a mediocre suicide omen.</div><br /><div>Here comes the red carpet grave</div><br /><div>Again and again and again,</div><br /><div>Oh man.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's the ones that you love,</div><br /><div>the ones that love you,</div><br /><div>the ones that make you come.</div><br /><div>The ones that make you come unglued</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>when you are walking away.</div><br /><div>I can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>when you are walking away.</div><br /><div>Can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>when you are walking away,</div><br /><div>when you are walking away.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>There's the ones that you love,</div><br /><div>the ones that love you,</div><br /><div>the ones that make you come.</div><br /><div>The ones that make you come unglued.</div><br /><div>There's the ones that you love,</div><br /><div>the ones that love you,</div><br /><div>the ones that make you come.</div><br /><div>The ones that make you come unglued</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>It's easy to beat the system,</div><br /><div>Had a hard time beating the symptoms...</div><br /><div>Had a hard time beating the symptoms...</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>I can't turn my back on you,</div><br /><div>when you are walking away.</div><br /><div>Here comes the red carpet grave</div><br /><div>again and again and again.</div><br /><div>Here comes the red carpet grave</div><br /><div>again and again and again,</div><br /><div>oh man.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6302970324124940019-9128332932453791685?l=itsallabunchoflies.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Corganhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03344978537927060886noreply@blogger.com0