<?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-2433428847945317220</id><updated>2012-02-16T05:40:40.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Os Escombros do Armagedão</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7128649190927643438</id><published>2008-05-07T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T12:31:01.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting the pressure on much harder now</title><content type='html'>Doi-me a cabeça, não consigo pensar, concentrar-me.&lt;br /&gt;Acho que estou a acusar a pressão acumulada de a muito tempo, mas não devia ser assim não tem que ser assim.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7128649190927643438?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7128649190927643438/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7128649190927643438' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7128649190927643438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7128649190927643438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/05/putting-pressure-on-much-harder-now.html' title='Putting the pressure on much harder now'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3034437843644248564</id><published>2008-04-01T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T06:46:04.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Só hoje...</title><content type='html'>Hoje é um dia diferente...toda a gente sabe que dia é para além de serem os anos da Sara (Head). Ah, já se tinham esquecido? Então Parabenizem-na, adoro PT - Brazil xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto só hoje vou (para além de postar) dizer que:&lt;br /&gt;-Já estive melhor&lt;br /&gt;-Não tenho amigos de valor&lt;br /&gt;-Gosto de cebola crua e café frio sem açúcar&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto de sentir a tua mão na minha&lt;br /&gt;-Não tenho saudades tuas.&lt;br /&gt;-Gosto de Pearl Jam xD&lt;br /&gt;-Adoro alforrecas, tubarões e todos os bichinhos do mar.&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto do Verão&lt;br /&gt;-Odeio falar com a Marta&lt;br /&gt;-Não bebo álcool&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto da tua pele&lt;br /&gt;-Não fumo&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto do teu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;-Não digo palavrões&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto do teu cheiro&lt;br /&gt;-Não gosto do pôr-do-sol em Arraiolos, nem do céu da Seada&lt;br /&gt;-Nem dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;-Nem sequer me fazes feliz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é assim...posso dizer todas as mentiras que quiser...hoje ninguém leva a mal :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Vou voltar a postar nos Escombros ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3034437843644248564?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3034437843644248564/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3034437843644248564' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3034437843644248564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3034437843644248564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/04/s-hoje.html' title='Só hoje...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-797522425199887532</id><published>2008-03-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T16:49:41.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Troca de horarios</title><content type='html'>E mesmo a realidade vou ter que fazer uma mudança radical na minha vida não por vontade propria mas porque estou a ver  que assim nao rende nada, alguem anda a matar a noite aos poucos e como eu sou uma criatura da noite gosto de vive-la intenssamente, mas isso nao se tem vindo a verificar a noite ta muito apagada entrou numa rotina que nao e nada agradavel. Vou ter que viver mais a luz do sol, e começar a aproveita-lo de boa maneira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Enquanto um gin se acaba e um cigarro queima ate a fim)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-797522425199887532?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/797522425199887532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=797522425199887532' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/797522425199887532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/797522425199887532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/03/troca-de-horarios.html' title='Troca de horarios'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1795200021072037711</id><published>2008-02-14T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:54:53.602-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;" Once again i'll recreate a better thought, a better move, a better place. I think i can walk on water....but for what?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1795200021072037711?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1795200021072037711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1795200021072037711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1795200021072037711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1795200021072037711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/once-again-ill-recreate-better-thought.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1772554299694976939</id><published>2008-02-14T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T11:51:35.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prime-Apparel</title><content type='html'>Uma musica magnifica que se encaixa na perfeição no dia de hj que para muitos e um belo dia, para outros e um dia completamente normal e ainda alguns sente a falta de algo neste dia....Mas no final todos nos temos motivos para sorrir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aqui vos deixo uma bela obra de arte...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsnhbB_ME10&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GsnhbB_ME10&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1772554299694976939?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1772554299694976939/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1772554299694976939' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1772554299694976939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1772554299694976939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/prime-apparel.html' title='Prime-Apparel'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3283790689907216642</id><published>2008-02-06T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T13:17:20.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Civic-Thy Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Musica do dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Scream at me until my ears bleed&lt;br /&gt;And stay the same&lt;br /&gt;Choke my heart until it screams&lt;br /&gt;And spit your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Smell my breath until you hear my thoughts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;And abuse them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because i already killed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn`t mean i don`t love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spinning troughth the dark side of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Missing all the crossroads that i find&lt;br /&gt;All the time that you left me behind&lt;br /&gt;I miss it�&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I welcome you to my hurting phase&lt;br /&gt;Hope you stay forever&lt;br /&gt;Step inside my long paradigm&lt;br /&gt;And bury yourself alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fall in love with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thought you were more clever than that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just because i already kissed you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Doesn`t mean i wont kill you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3283790689907216642?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3283790689907216642/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3283790689907216642' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3283790689907216642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3283790689907216642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/civic-thy-crossroads.html' title='Civic-Thy Crossroads'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5705934903308898135</id><published>2008-02-06T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:59:26.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Especie maliciosa</title><content type='html'>Recentemente descobriu-se o maior predador de todos, habita nos arredores de Arraiolos ha poucos relatos de seres dessa especie pois todos os individuos que se cruzaram com essa nova especie nao ficaram em muito bom estado....as unicas caracteristicas conhecidas e que sao puramente lusitanos e sao de uma especie memo maliciosa, tem por habito so aparecer a noite apanhar "bezugas" e ficar "da benna"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5705934903308898135?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5705934903308898135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5705934903308898135' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5705934903308898135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5705934903308898135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/especie-maliciosa.html' title='Especie maliciosa'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5316580803998985636</id><published>2008-02-06T12:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:42:55.055-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought</title><content type='html'>" You should never stop trying, nobody will do it for you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5316580803998985636?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5316580803998985636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5316580803998985636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5316580803998985636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5316580803998985636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/thought.html' title='Thought'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-667794775750736054</id><published>2008-02-06T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T12:11:22.254-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Egas e Becas à pesca</title><content type='html'>Memo poderoso, tinha que partilhar esta reliquia com voces todos o melhor da rua cesamo....memo poderoso&lt;br /&gt;Genial mesmo uma maneira esficaz de ir a pesca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6MKuWnXt6w&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/S6MKuWnXt6w&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-667794775750736054?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/667794775750736054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=667794775750736054' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/667794775750736054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/667794775750736054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/egas-e-becas-pesca.html' title='Egas e Becas à pesca'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4735720706556850038</id><published>2008-02-05T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T08:16:18.555-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vargach Returns</title><content type='html'>Vinha aqui deixar um pedido de desculpas a todos os leitores, pela ausencia prolongada, mas a falta de meios para aceder fez km k isso fosse inevitavel...mas nao se preocupem k o blog nao morreu estou a pensar novas cenas e agradeço k passem por aqui sempre que possivel para deixarem qualquer tipo de comentario que vos apeteça, nao pensem que e so cenas negativas pois a minha vida tb nao e tao ma como as vezes me parece e boa de muitos pontos de vista e tou smp disposto a vir aqui partilhar uma alegria ou uma alegria, ou 0.5 tristezas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;memo da benna em breve novos posts pensados ate ao promenor....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4735720706556850038?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4735720706556850038/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4735720706556850038' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4735720706556850038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4735720706556850038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/02/vargach-returns.html' title='Vargach Returns'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7133713143858076582</id><published>2008-01-13T06:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T13:36:45.429-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"This is the end of everything."</title><content type='html'>Caros leitores, venho tristemente anunciar a minha retirada dos escombros. Explicarei no final porquê, por agora queria dar um cheirinho do primeiro post neste e deixar alguns agradecimentos (entre outras coisas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro, ao Vargas (Vargach), o puto das trevas. Não é preciso estar a enumerar todas as situações em que só tu me acompanhaste, físicamente ou numa questão de gáspia. Queria só pedir desculpa por te anunciar isto ao mesmo tempo de a todas as outras pessoas, mas tavas um pouco inanimado ontem à noite quando este pensamento me 'ocorreu'. "Volta, volta atrás, pára o beat." ("Vê se me entendes.")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À Marta...por todos os conselhos fantásticos que me deste antes e na Seada, mas que nunca vou conseguir seguir pela minha forma de ser. Obrigado pela Seada, fantástico. Ainda te vou escrever a música ;) "Não é defeito nem feitio, é característica."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À JoFi, por todas as gargalhadas, quer por conversas parvas, quer pelo Tempo de Secura, etc :P Obrigado pelos puxões de cabelos, por aquele aperto de nariz fora de horas que me vai permitir fazer-te sentir mal durante uns meses (xD). "Why do we always want more, while wasting time, angry...feeling guilty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Johnny, pela frase que delimita o Armagedão, e que junto com a pergunta que me fizeram ontem, levou a esta despedida. ("Construir-te pelo teu próprio pulso.") Pelos bons momentos, boa disposição, por todas as vezes que apontaste e disseste 'bebe' na tua despedida na semana passada xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao Alferes, pela reconciliação, pelas piadas parvas, e por tudo o que veio antes e depois daquela fase negra da nossa relação. Mas principalmente pela pergunta de ontem, a horas tardias...&lt;br /&gt;-'Tão, o Armagedão já acabou?&lt;br /&gt;-Hm...já. Já.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E foi assim que 'acabou'. Não faz sentido postar sem caminhar nos escombros...mas armagedões há muitos, e pode ser que um dia volte a postar.&lt;br /&gt;Por agora, e espero que por algum tempo...Adeus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: &lt;br /&gt;"This is the end of everything" - More Than A Thousand&lt;br /&gt;"Funeral before it's birth" - One Hundred Steps&lt;br /&gt;"4U" - Korn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit:&lt;br /&gt;Tive de editar este post, pois muita gente não conhece as músicas que postei, e uma tinha o nome errado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Everyone, Everywhere, Everything Ends" é o verdadeiro nome da música de More Than A Thousand, na qual eles dizem "This is the end of everything."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A música de Korn...queria apenas deixar uma pequena quote da letra:&lt;br /&gt;"You will never know what I'd do for you, what you are got me through. I'd do it for you. I could have never lived if it wasn't for you." (you = vocês - para não haver confusões)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais uma vez, Adeus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7133713143858076582?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7133713143858076582/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7133713143858076582' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7133713143858076582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7133713143858076582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-is-end-of-everything.html' title='&quot;This is the end of everything.&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1594698233190215542</id><published>2008-01-11T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T06:31:49.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easyway (Out)</title><content type='html'>"This place has your face&lt;br /&gt;The wind sounds like your voice&lt;br /&gt;This sun has the shine&lt;br /&gt;Of your beautiful blue eyes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song: Forever in a Day - Easyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1594698233190215542?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1594698233190215542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1594698233190215542' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1594698233190215542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1594698233190215542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/easyway-out.html' title='Easyway (Out)'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-576572879738311862</id><published>2008-01-08T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T12:28:14.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;What if I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Beg for the rest of my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-576572879738311862?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/576572879738311862/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=576572879738311862' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/576572879738311862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/576572879738311862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-if-i-wanted-to-fight-beg-for-rest.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7093577289153221921</id><published>2008-01-08T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:08:37.498-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Blue Eyes White Dragon"</title><content type='html'>"She'll never cover up what we did with her dress&lt;br /&gt;She said 'Kiss me, it will heal, but it won't forget'."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7093577289153221921?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7093577289153221921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7093577289153221921' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7093577289153221921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7093577289153221921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/blue-eyes-white-dragon.html' title='&quot;Blue Eyes White Dragon&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3779059351067513635</id><published>2008-01-08T06:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T07:01:35.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Story Of The Year"</title><content type='html'>Muito te condenei por teres mudado, mas a verdade é que...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll make the same mistakes &lt;br /&gt;I'll take the fall for you &lt;br /&gt;I hope you need this now &lt;br /&gt;Cause I know I still do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o meu Brother in Arms :)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;E sim, um agradecimento especial pela 'Teoria da Ligação'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3779059351067513635?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3779059351067513635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3779059351067513635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3779059351067513635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3779059351067513635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/story-of-year.html' title='&quot;Story Of The Year&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8362832876748976262</id><published>2008-01-06T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:19:59.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving again...</title><content type='html'>Today I'm leaving once more, "never to return again". "Don't try and come find me."&lt;br /&gt;You won't be the one seeing me tonight...nor any other night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8362832876748976262?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8362832876748976262/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8362832876748976262' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8362832876748976262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8362832876748976262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving-again.html' title='Leaving again...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1151476787891765741</id><published>2008-01-06T10:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T10:16:47.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Late Night Phone Call"</title><content type='html'>Venho por este meio retificar a seguinte situação. No post anterior com este mesmo nome foi descrita uma conversa telefónica. Parece que afinal não recebi chamada nenhuma na passagem de ano. Ah, recebi...do Paulo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1151476787891765741?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1151476787891765741/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1151476787891765741' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1151476787891765741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1151476787891765741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-night-phone-call_06.html' title='&quot;Late Night Phone Call&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6652320060747860256</id><published>2008-01-05T03:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:13:04.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ligações</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Esta tudo ligado, eu estou ligado a isto tu estas ligado aquilo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6652320060747860256?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6652320060747860256/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6652320060747860256' title='6 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6652320060747860256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6652320060747860256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/ligaes.html' title='Ligações'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7353007735244116626</id><published>2008-01-05T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:07:59.332-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>ahhh!!! Novo ano.&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ano que passou e tanto que ficou para relembrar, não e que tenha sido o melhor ou o pior ano de todos, foi mais um...mas deste levo muitas coisas boas comigo.&lt;br /&gt;Conheci pessoas memo que nem pensei existirem pessoas assim, que entraram e que agarraram logo o seu lugar especial...muitos e muitos momentos bons passados que posso recordar.&lt;br /&gt;Bem secalhar os desesos ja os devia ter pedido mas pronto pode ser que inda va a tempo, não quero nada para mim mas sim para todos aqueles que me sao especiais que possam ver tdos os seus objectivos e desejos mais profundos realizados...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"if necessary i'll give an arm for it, to realize all you wish for this new year"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7353007735244116626?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7353007735244116626/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7353007735244116626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7353007735244116626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7353007735244116626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-546205833005868583</id><published>2008-01-05T02:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T03:01:23.644-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind a glass of gin</title><content type='html'>Again, drinking but not to forget something.&lt;br /&gt;Drinking again to remember  the reason , that old reason that made me smile all day, i can't remember what was that. The reason that lead me to who i am...grrrr i can't remember it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-546205833005868583?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/546205833005868583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=546205833005868583' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/546205833005868583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/546205833005868583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/behind-glass-of-gin.html' title='Behind a glass of gin'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-933281185473086965</id><published>2008-01-04T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T12:09:19.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6:19</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R36SERjFopI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l7tbTw5RV4Q/s1600-h/01012008022.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R36SERjFopI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l7tbTw5RV4Q/s200/01012008022.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151715625886130834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Hey, the sun is almost rising.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-It's over, then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yes, guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Remember, when it does rise..."Don't fall asleep, run as fast as you can!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: &lt;br /&gt;"If I was your vampire" - Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;"It's the blood, there's something in the blood" - More Than a Thousand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Photo:&lt;br /&gt;Seada, 1/1/08&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-933281185473086965?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/933281185473086965/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=933281185473086965' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/933281185473086965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/933281185473086965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/619.html' title='6:19'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R36SERjFopI/AAAAAAAAAA8/l7tbTw5RV4Q/s72-c/01012008022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3985092120638607118</id><published>2008-01-02T09:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:24:41.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It ain't in the blood, afterall...it's in the skin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Here we meet again, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Yeah, now walk around the centre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-WAIT! Is it gonna be like this forever?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I know, I feel the same way, but we just can't...find a way...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-We found the way...we're just to stuck to this infinite dance to let it go. None of us is ready to accept this 'inconvenient truth'...not as long as it seems so little, while compared to others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Maybe...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Let's stay still, then...don't step on the centre, but don't circle around either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(And you fell asleep once more...temperature, blood, the skin...the way it reflects the light from the street lamp outside. I won't sleep, I'll watch you mold the light everytime you exhale. I will not circle anymore, and if you do...we will still colide.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3985092120638607118?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3985092120638607118/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3985092120638607118' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3985092120638607118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3985092120638607118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/it-aint-in-blood-afterallits-in-skin.html' title='It ain&apos;t in the blood, afterall...it&apos;s in the skin.'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5779380532443569098</id><published>2008-01-02T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T09:09:36.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Late Night Phone Call"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-'Tou?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olá, sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não me ligavas desde o verão...de 2005. Sei quem és)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-"Eu", quem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu, pah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Sim, eu sei, mas querias que me dissesses)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Ah, tudo bem por aí? 'Tás-te a divertir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'Tou, e por aí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Também, tudo tranquilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Porque é que ligaste?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Porque hoje fazia 5 anos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Achas que não me lembrava? Só não faz mais sentido remoermos nisso)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Sim, eu sei, mas não vamos 'tar a falar sobre isso hoje, não vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mas eu gosto de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ah, como as tuas acções atraiçoam as tuas palavras.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Sim, já "sei".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mas eu amo-te...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NÃO!!! Agora estragaste tudo...a primeira mentira de 2008. Não quero ouvir mais nada.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Sim, também já tinha ouvido dizer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Xau.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Xau, porta-te bem, bom ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can understand it's not the feeling that's the missing. It's the truth in your words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5779380532443569098?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5779380532443569098/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5779380532443569098' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5779380532443569098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5779380532443569098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/late-night-phone-call.html' title='&quot;Late Night Phone Call&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3623729292937074029</id><published>2008-01-02T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T08:57:29.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There's so much to say...</title><content type='html'>...portanto comecemos pelo...estamos de volta! O ano acabou, o ano começou e há, realmente, muito a dizer. Comecemos pelo fim de 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porreiro, com algumas pessoas que não se viam há algum tempo (Alex, Johnny, as gémeas), conhecimentos (Rita), amigos, amigas, relax, diversão, alcoól, o burburinho da passagem de ano...puff, dia 30. Viagem...vou para longe pela primeira vez. Deixar A Vila já não custa como antes, mas ainda lhe chamo Casa, é sempre uma altura nostálgica deixá-la. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo isto passou na noite de dia 30...o céu, aquele céu da Seada. Bate o d'A Vila aos pontos, 10-0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 31 foi fantástico. Com a melhor companhia, o melhor céu, a melhor meia-noite das últimas 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dia 1, inevitavelmente, o regresso...a nostalgia de deixar um sítio que nos acolheu entre montes e vales, com aquele céu, aquele nascer do sol da janela...Casa. (Não sem antes passar pela tasca mais nojenta do mundo que um dia merecerá um post dedicado)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frases a reter desta altura: &lt;br /&gt;-By Bota (enquanto se falava de mulheres bêbedas) - 'Eu só tenho uma coisa a dizer...isso não existe.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By JoFi - 'Achas?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Bogas - 'Isto já está tudo um bocado torto, só ainda bebi uma garrafa de moscatel'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-By Sarapilheira Mal-Cheirosa Master (Emílio) - 'Eu já não percebo nada desta casa'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os que não foram referidos, nã foram esquecidos...é só que quando aqui cheguei pensei que ainda ia passar 3 horas a escrever tudo e ainda tenho de fazer 2 posts, porque como referi... 'there's so much to say'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3623729292937074029?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3623729292937074029/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3623729292937074029' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3623729292937074029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3623729292937074029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2008/01/theres-so-much-to-say.html' title='There&apos;s so much to say...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3844112667110782649</id><published>2007-12-27T05:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T05:24:30.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Hot &amp;amp; cold emotions confusing my brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; I could not decide between pleasure &amp;amp; pain"&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/2433428847945317220-3844112667110782649?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3844112667110782649/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3844112667110782649' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3844112667110782649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3844112667110782649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/hot-cold-emotions-confusing-my-brain-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6760358796256979612</id><published>2007-12-21T02:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T03:00:24.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R2ucvCFJGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8XubGDd5Jc/s1600-h/djshgf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R2ucvCFJGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8XubGDd5Jc/s400/djshgf.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5146379331027147234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6760358796256979612?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6760358796256979612/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6760358796256979612' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6760358796256979612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6760358796256979612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R2ucvCFJGeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/p8XubGDd5Jc/s72-c/djshgf.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8529348766945790993</id><published>2007-12-20T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T12:39:54.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seada</title><content type='html'>Ora para os mais cépticos, para todos aqueles que não acreditaram que viesse a existir 2008 para alguma da malta de Arraiolos...enganaram-se! Nós temos, afinal, passagem d'ano. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais informo que acontecerá dia 31/12/2007, pouco depois das 23:59:59, numa simpática terrinha para os lados de Castelo Branco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arrependam-se os que nos chamaram descuidados, desorganizados e tudo o resto...não perceberam que a gente tava só à espera do Janicó? Sinceramente... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora sim, caros leitores...até 2008 :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly yours, Angol-Kothar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8529348766945790993?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8529348766945790993/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8529348766945790993' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8529348766945790993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8529348766945790993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/seada.html' title='Seada'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-579117057208528617</id><published>2007-12-20T05:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-20T05:05:09.084-08:00</updated><title type='text'>+1000 (More Than A Thousand)</title><content type='html'>Acabei de entrar no Blog e o contador apresentava a seguinte contagem..."1001".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já fomos então visitados algumas vezes. Todo o apoio, os patrocínos, as idéias de marketing...todos vocês, leitores, fizeram com que isto fosse possível.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os nossos mais sinceros agradecimentos :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-579117057208528617?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/579117057208528617/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=579117057208528617' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/579117057208528617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/579117057208528617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/1000-more-than-thousand.html' title='+1000 (More Than A Thousand)'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7770469432451869715</id><published>2007-12-19T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T11:46:12.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Digging deeper just to throw it away"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Que fazes por aqui? Não devias estar aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Dizes isso a toda a gente, já pensaste que estamos porque queremos?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Mas este caminho é só para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Fizeste-o para dois.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não para ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Mas tu és o homem da minha vida, eu amo-te, é contigo que quero acabar os dias...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Então não é suposto estares aqui, em qualquer lado menos aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Que queres dizer com isso?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não é isso que significa? O 'homem da tua vida' é alguém a quem dizes que amas, a quem dizes que é com ele que queres passar a tua vida, que ele isto e o outro. Mas na realidade não o amas, nem perto, passas a vida com qualquer pessoa menos com ele. Ser o homem da vida de alguém é apenas um título que não traz vantagens nenhumas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-Não, não era isso que eu tinha em mente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Mas parece que é assim que funciona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, eu vou, então. Posso só dar-te um beijo de despedida?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não. Beija outro, não o 'homem da tua vida'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música da cenaça (só para verem o nível :P): I Don't Love You - My Chemical Romance&lt;br /&gt;"Would you even turn to say/I don't love you/Like I did/Yesterday"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7770469432451869715?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7770469432451869715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7770469432451869715' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7770469432451869715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7770469432451869715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/dig-it-deeper-just-to-throw-it-away.html' title='&quot;Digging deeper just to throw it away&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-329901029614581046</id><published>2007-12-17T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T10:39:55.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Volume III: Mar"</title><content type='html'>Bem, então...eu sei que já é o 2º post que publico depois de ter dito que não postava mais até 2008, mas esqueci-me que haveria uma fantástica aventura a descrever, e "não tava à espera" da outra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Primeiro...imaginem o Rossio...agora a Caixa Operária Económica...façam esse caminho mentalmente...agora EXPERIMENTEM FAZÊ-LO A PÉ!!! xD Custou, mas teve de ser...para quê? Exactamente, para ir ver os More Than A Thousand, banda que lançou recentemente o album que dá nome a este post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há muito a dizer sobre MTAT em si, foram eles mais uma vez, sempre espectaculares. Mas houve uma banda que se destacou de entre as outras 3 (Triplet, Ella Palmer e Men Eater). E não, não foi Men Eater, que me vou abster de comentar aqui e sempre que não esteja entre amigos, ou 'amigos', que mesmo que gostem/tenham gostado não me vão bater xD &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triplet, é do que falo...muito bom, eu gostei. Vozes bem trabalhadas apesar do instrumental 'retrógado'. Agradável, acima de tudo. Ah, e a mulher manda uns growls bem fixes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aventura que não estava à espera, foi adoecer valentemente e quase desmaiar no metro, enquanto deixava o Alferes à espera da chave de casa. Felizmente hoje já consigo ditar à minha avó o que escrever no blog... :P Brincadeira, é à minha irmã...não, tou mesmo eu a escrever :P xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enfim, queria só deixar os parabéns à JoFi que faz 19 aninhos hoje, apesar de ela já estar a beber cervejas p'ra !"#$%&amp;/ e tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Fumei um cigarro no dia dos concertos, fazia 3 semanas que não fumava :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: É realmente inteligente da minha parte esperar por uma faringite gravíssima para recomeçar a fumar xD Ah, também foram só 2 cigarrinhos. O tabaco sabe mal e coiso :S&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: Actualizo depois. Não se fala muito quando se está de cama :S&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: The Hollow - MTAT (É a prenda de anos para a JoFi e uma espécia de tributo aos meninos de sábado à noite)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-329901029614581046?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/329901029614581046/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=329901029614581046' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/329901029614581046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/329901029614581046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/volume-iii-mar.html' title='&quot;Volume III: Mar&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7485624693767244784</id><published>2007-12-14T04:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-14T04:53:54.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Casa Assombrada</title><content type='html'>Eu sei que prometi, eu sei! Mas é só para vos prevenir para esta Passagem d'Ano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há uma casa...naquela terrinha que é "para baixo e para a direita"...essa casa está assombrada. Essa casa tem um grande problema...se forem amigos recentes, mas de grande cumplicidade e sabe-se lá mais o quê, aí podem lá passar o ano à vontade. Se são amigos de longa data de quem lá está...aí esqueçam, não há hipótese. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficam avisados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música da situação: "Friends will be Friends"... (pelos vistos não xD)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7485624693767244784?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7485624693767244784/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7485624693767244784' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7485624693767244784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7485624693767244784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/casa-assombrada.html' title='A Casa Assombrada'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5077636967960626790</id><published>2007-12-13T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T08:01:04.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deve ser um grande barrete este...</title><content type='html'>Ora então houve aqui 2 posts que causaram algum impacto pelas hostes de leitores do blog, que apesar de tudo, pelo menos consciência têm...vergonha é que não. Acho que fui mais contactado na última semana que o próprio Papai Noel, Pai Natal, Santa, etc...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora tão a pensar no barrete do Pai Natal...esqueçam!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tou mesmo a falar de um barrete tão grande, tão grande...que serviu a um número de pessoas que por sorte ainda consegui contar usando apenas os meus dedos (para que conste usei as duas mãos e um pé [para os mais problemáticos nas contas...11-15])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Epah, não se cansem a pedir desculpa. O mal está feito, o sangue derramado, a ferida da facada já sarou, e mesmo que não tivesse sarado, já havia facadas a doerem mais por esta hora. Confessaram-me coisas que eu não estava mesmo à espera e pediram-me desculpa por coisas que eu nem sabia que se tinham passado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Vila...'perdoa-lhes, eles não sabem o que fazem.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os que sabem...esses ainda não pediram desculpa. Pensaram nos actos e fizeram-no em plena consciência. A esses, Vila...dá-lhes as moedas e manda-os embora...mas primeiro...deixa-os darem-me o beijinho do traidor. Quero ver a cara deles...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note: Respeitando o espírio natalício, não vou postar mais até, digamos...ao próximo ano :) &lt;br /&gt;Aguardem notícias quando voltar da passagem d'ano lá em...Ah, n sei...com aquele pessoal, o... a... Ah, tb n sei, desculpem :S xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Nunca pensem que vão acordar mal-dispostos no dia a seguir...podem estar enganados ;) (Sim, mesmo que o vosso cartão da Opimus deixe de funcionar e tenham de pagar €4.10 por outro)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSPS: Ouvir J Lo e Gwen Stefani (aquela da Popota, mas o original xD) no duche é muito à frente...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5077636967960626790?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5077636967960626790/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5077636967960626790' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5077636967960626790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5077636967960626790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/deve-ser-um-grande-barrete-este.html' title='Deve ser um grande barrete este...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5589993046887274427</id><published>2007-12-13T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T07:33:09.589-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Today This Ends"</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;-Why don't you love me anymore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WHAT!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Why don't you, you know, love me anymore?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-I never did. You thought I did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Well...yeah. How stupid of me, uh?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I loved you I'd be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I loved you I would never let you around on your own. I'd stick to you every single second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I loved you I'd go out with you. You'd be the first person I saw in the morning, and the last person I saw at night. You'd be the one taking me home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I loved you I would listen to what you say. Instead of torturing you with all the bad things you've done, I would look at the good ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I loved I'd want no other thing most than spending all the time I could with you. I would let go of all other pleasures for the pleasure of being loved by you and resting in your arms...even after everything. And even if not right then...a year later I would, surely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Oh...it all makes sense now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Good. Bye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;-Bye.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música da cena: What I've Done - Linkin Park&lt;br /&gt;"For what I've done &lt;br /&gt;I start again &lt;br /&gt;And whatever pain may come &lt;br /&gt;Today this ends &lt;br /&gt;I'm forgiving what I've done."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5589993046887274427?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5589993046887274427/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5589993046887274427' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5589993046887274427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5589993046887274427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/today-this-ends.html' title='&quot;Today This Ends&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8827936545999244316</id><published>2007-12-11T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T10:38:13.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Et vidit Deus lucem quod esset bona..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R17Yw4-gKSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XbbZ1PsAQr8/s1600-h/202696680.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R17Yw4-gKSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XbbZ1PsAQr8/s400/202696680.img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142786158943545634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Daniela, tens o 'original'? Gostava de ter em alta qualidade, mas acho que o perdi :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim, sou eu...na estação ferroviária da ilha, 1 ano e coiso atrás...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8827936545999244316?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8827936545999244316/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8827936545999244316' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8827936545999244316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8827936545999244316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/et-vidit-deus-lucem-quod-esset-bona.html' title='&quot;Et vidit Deus lucem quod esset bona...&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/R17Yw4-gKSI/AAAAAAAAAA0/XbbZ1PsAQr8/s72-c/202696680.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4263592403202350092</id><published>2007-12-11T06:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T07:17:17.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanti</title><content type='html'>-Hi! It's going well, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Yeah, everyone's here having fun, it worked out just fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Even with all the problems, we did it. I'm glad, otherwise I'd be feeling guilty forever, it was between us, afterall...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Yes, it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Listen, about uh, you and me, I think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Don't say it! Things are better the way they are. At least for today...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Today? What is it about today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Oh, you don't know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-No...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Today...today is New Year's Eve...and it's almost midnight, let's countdown...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4263592403202350092?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4263592403202350092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4263592403202350092' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4263592403202350092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4263592403202350092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/shanti.html' title='Shanti'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2774476861616270149</id><published>2007-12-11T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-11T06:57:59.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Mês...</title><content type='html'>...sem beber! Assim foi ontem. Para todos aqueles que se perguntarem porquê...epah, o meu fígado queixou-se, a minha cabeça começava a andar por sítios que não devia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim sinto-me menos sozinho, menos perseguido, menos abatido, no fundo...mais tranquilo :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O tabaco foi uma aposta 'parva', mas revelou no domingo as suas vantagens. Há quem diga que recupera olfacto quando deixa de fumar. Por isso ainda não dei...mas já lá dizia o Diogo Infante (xD), "12 semanas sem fumar e já tenho pulmão para mais uns quilómetros"...eu não são 12, são só 2, mas pode ser que chegue às 12. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;João Leitão, mantém-te afastado, que não te passe pela cabeça ofereceres-me um Kleiner Feigling!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia (de ontem): "Sem hesitações, sem arrependimentos, sem cobrar nada."&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Isso faz de ti não só o meu herói como um exemplo a seguir por toda a humanidade. Tava a brincar... xD"&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Não ouvi nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Sim, sou o herói da Marta (Boa) Pessoa, só me falta o fato :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2774476861616270149?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2774476861616270149/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2774476861616270149' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2774476861616270149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2774476861616270149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/1-ms.html' title='1 Mês...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6095966686500240799</id><published>2007-12-09T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-09T07:39:24.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminhos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Que é que estás a fazer aqui? Este é o meu caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-E não posso andar nele?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não, escolheste não o fazer há muito, e ensinaste-me nessa altura que temos de viver com as nossas escolhas, que não há volta, que as pessoas não mudam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Eu não disse nada disso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Curiosa a tua capacidade de dizeres e desdizeres quando te convém.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Não posso então andar no teu caminho? E tu, queres andar no meu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Nem penses...no teu caminho há muitas coisas corrompidas, destorcidas, e andar lá é significar nada no meio do resto. Não há lugar no teu caminho para mim, não um lugar que eu quisesse, não gosto de estar diluído, de ser como tudo o resto, ou menos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Tal como eu no teu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não, o meu caminho foi feito para mim e para ti. Agora tenho feito arranjos, agora que o negaste por completo. Tenho-o adaptado só para mim e para as pessoas que andam por perto dele. Tirei as tuas fontes, ninguém as usaria sabendo que eram tuas, cortei as árvores que gostavas porque ainda tinham o teu nome escrito na casca, e não queria que ninguém perguntasse quem eras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Oi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olá.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-SAI DAQUI!!! JÁ!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;-Calma, rapaz...não te lembras de mim? Sou o...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Cala-te!!! Não quero saber o teu nome. Não é como te chamas que interessa, mas sim o que tens lá dentro, e se é disso que falas...então não te conheço, não me lembro de ti, nem quero! No meu caminho a aparência das pessoas muda com o interior, portanto mesmo que nos tenhamos conhecido, mudaste desde lá, e não és bem-vindo aqui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Então eu não mudei assim tanto como dizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Conheci-te pelos olhos, mas também estás mudada, é por isso que não te quero aqui...mas onde é que eu ia? Ah...os arranjos...só a casa no fundo do caminho é que continua com o teu cheiro nos lençóis da cama, por muito que os mude. A queda de água ainda sabe ao teu suor e ainda corre vermelha do teu sangue ao longo do trilho que leva ao início do teu caminho, onde nos encontrámos pela primeira vez...não quero mais nada teu aqui. A não ser que voltes ao início, caminhes pelo trilho e entres pelo meu caminho. E mesmo assim...ainda terias de me encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6095966686500240799?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6095966686500240799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6095966686500240799' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6095966686500240799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6095966686500240799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/caminhos.html' title='Caminhos'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4669101276218709758</id><published>2007-12-08T16:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T16:27:41.714-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E foi hoje...</title><content type='html'>...que o mundo morreu. Tudo é bom e bonito na vida de todos nós. Mas tudo isso..."É até um dia." Nesse dia apercebemo-nos que o mundo não é só coisas bonitas e tal. No dia seguinte começa a busca pelo que resta de bom. Mas não se cansem...não existe nada de bom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Mundo é feito de mentiras, de segredos imperdoáveis, de traições inimagináveis (ou que até já 'sabíamos'). Até 'A Vila', Arraiolos, sempre tão pura e limpinha, está imunda. Suja de tudo o que referi acima, e ainda de sorrisos cínicos de amigos que afinal não o são e do sangue que jorra de cada facada nas costas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É por isso que me vou mudar...afinal sempre pensei ser o 1º do gang Morais a mudar-se e já perdi para o meu irmão :( xD Agora só a dúvida... Évora (que me parece demasiado perto), ou Lisboa (que detestava, mas agora parece cada vez mais o sítio para mim).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Play Me - Korn (Ft. NAS)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4669101276218709758?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4669101276218709758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4669101276218709758' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4669101276218709758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4669101276218709758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/e-foi-hoje.html' title='E foi hoje...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1430820024176860799</id><published>2007-12-08T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T04:42:08.038-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Than A Thousand Sacrifices</title><content type='html'>Hoje sonhei, como até é normal. Sonhei que tinha salvo um senhor de qualquer coisa, e ele convidou-me simpaticamente para a sua casa. Chamava-se Van der Porter, disse-me ele enquanto me abria as portas do seu imenso castelo. Adiante, ele quis fazer um joguinho...enquanto eu não o matasse não podia sair do castelo. O sacana era vampiro e deu-me imortalidade enquanto o jogo durasse. Mas eu tinha medo dele e acabei por me 'matar' das formas mais estranhas possíveis para lhe escapar. Não o tentei matar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:a minha mãe (*hick*) pensava k eu tinha dado em gay com o tal Van der Porter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pensamento do dia: pelo menos n sonhei c falsos amigos e traições impensáveis, só c um vampiro gay.&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia (06/12): "Era a minha irmã. Queres lá ir dormir hoje? Ela tá sozinha..."&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia:Lies-Korn (a minha banda favorita referida pela primeira vez aqui :D)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1430820024176860799?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1430820024176860799/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1430820024176860799' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1430820024176860799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1430820024176860799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/more-than-thousand-sacrifices.html' title='More Than A Thousand Sacrifices'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4162792947252291416</id><published>2007-12-07T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:40:55.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>-Olá.&lt;br /&gt;-Ruben, camandro...há quanto tempo!?&lt;br /&gt;-Ya, olha, tenho de te contar uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;-Conta, puto, diz lá...&lt;br /&gt;-Não é como das outras vezes, desta é sério e nada bom.&lt;br /&gt;-Conta.&lt;br /&gt;-[...]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;("Ah, não pode! isto é um sonho...lol." xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Olá.&lt;br /&gt;-Oi. Ainda por cá? Não te ias embora?&lt;br /&gt;-Já vou. Tenho de te contar uma coisa.&lt;br /&gt;-Chuta.&lt;br /&gt;-[...]&lt;br /&gt;-Ok, que queres que te diga?&lt;br /&gt;-Agora já não é um sonho?&lt;br /&gt;-Há pessoas de quem se espera um certo tipo de coisas, outras de quem esperamos outro tipo de coisas...&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, ok...vou-me embora agora.&lt;br /&gt;-Xau.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4162792947252291416?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4162792947252291416/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4162792947252291416' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4162792947252291416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4162792947252291416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4816604197273238194</id><published>2007-12-06T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T05:00:05.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3:44AM</title><content type='html'>-Pedro...&lt;br /&gt;-Xiiiuuuuuu! Não me chames pelo nome próprio, ninguém o faz. E mesmo que a 300km de distância nunca o digas durante a noite. A tua voz perturba-me o sono, ela vem com o vento até mim e sussurra-me ao ouvido. Acorda-me, e eu já perdi demasiado tempo de sono por ti.&lt;br /&gt;-Antes eu podia-te chamar pelo nome próprio, e só te chamei porque precisava de te dizer uma coisa...&lt;br /&gt;-Antes tu eras eu, podias tratar-me como quisesses. Agora tu és eles...e eles tratam-me pelo apelido. Essa coisa...já a sei. Só não sei porque é que te repetes incessantemente. Sabes quando repetes uma palavra tantas vezes que deixa de fazer todo o sentido? É a mesma coisa. Repetes tanto do mesmo que cada vez parece menos coerente, menos verdade, se é que alguma vez o foi.&lt;br /&gt;-Foi.&lt;br /&gt;-"As palavras estão gastas", lembras-te? Não podes dizer nada que mude alguma coisa. E fazer...isso tu não queres.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Ai, onde é que eu já ouvi isto?&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: Epah...há uma muito boa que não posso postar aqui, vou ver se aparece outra.&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: This Love - Maroon 5&lt;br /&gt;"I'll fix these broken things/Repair your broken wings/And make sure everything's alright/My pressure on your hips/Sinking my fingertips/Into every inch of you/Because I know that's what you want me to do..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: 26º dia sem alcoól (Marta, vai fabricando o fato :P)/301h sem tabaco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Operação CUP06122007 confirmada...dêem-me razões para postar. Ah e...vi a Sofia Aparício hoje de manhã...anda num Smart, acho que a SIC paga mal xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4816604197273238194?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4816604197273238194/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4816604197273238194' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4816604197273238194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4816604197273238194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/344am.html' title='3:44AM'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8428328404854531688</id><published>2007-12-04T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T08:04:15.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"That is the sound of inevitability."</title><content type='html'>Epah, tive uns tempos (pareceram uma eternidade, acreditem) sem escrever. Mas também não havia nada interessante para dizer...e agora também não! :P É só para saberem que eu e o Vargas (Oooooops, Vargach xD) estamos vivos e de boa saúde, embora ele insista em acabar com a nossa amizade :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje acordei, vi uns cartoons na 2, levantei-me e o dia estava espectacular. Há muito que o sol não brilhava de manhã...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Quem tem de ir embora que vá, os outros ficam, e só faz falta quem está.&lt;br /&gt;Frase do momento: "That is the sound of inevitability."&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Drinking for 11 - Mad Caddies&lt;br /&gt;"When the night starts fading and the morning arrives/I wanna still feel you around."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status: 24º dia sem alcoól, 256h sem tabaco...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8428328404854531688?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8428328404854531688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8428328404854531688' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8428328404854531688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8428328404854531688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/12/that-is-sound-of-inevitability.html' title='&quot;That is the sound of inevitability.&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-986307619266781135</id><published>2007-11-30T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T05:04:02.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ninguém</title><content type='html'>Um dia encontrei Ninguém na rua e disse-me essa pessoa:&lt;br /&gt;-Olá.&lt;br /&gt;-Olá, e adeus.&lt;br /&gt;-Adeus, porquê? Vais já embora?&lt;br /&gt;-Xiiuuu, não fales comigo, que eu já te ouvi. Não me oiças porque eu já estou a falar contigo. E não sou eu quem vai embora, és tu, porque eu já dei pela tua presença.&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, adeus, então... (tentando tocar-me no ombro)&lt;br /&gt;-Não me toques, iria sentir-te.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-986307619266781135?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/986307619266781135/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=986307619266781135' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/986307619266781135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/986307619266781135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/ningum.html' title='Ninguém'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3048032434663604583</id><published>2007-11-29T03:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T04:01:58.614-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When the last tear drops...</title><content type='html'>Hoje ouvi a música mais deprimente do mundo, e embora me tenha arrepiado a espinha, não fiquei pensativo, não fiquei triste, não me dilacerei por dentro com pensamentos e sentimentos desnecessários, como era normal.&lt;br /&gt;Não, simplesmente voltei a olhar para a planície (ia no expresso), e adormeci.&lt;br /&gt;Nem uma lágrima...já não tenho dificuldade em adormecer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Status - 19 dias sem alcoól, 108h sem tabaco :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: "22 créditos em opções + 4 para substituir Organologia...tá boa!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Uma orelha!? Pareciam duas!!!"&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: The Red River Murder - More Than a Thousand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3048032434663604583?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3048032434663604583/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3048032434663604583' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3048032434663604583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3048032434663604583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/when-last-tear-drops.html' title='When the last tear drops...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7721985841027035966</id><published>2007-11-27T07:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:57:21.208-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"She burns like the sun..."</title><content type='html'>-I'm back...&lt;br /&gt;-NO!!! How many times have I told you? Do not push me...I won't give in.&lt;br /&gt;-I want &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;something&lt;/span&gt; else tonight...the long haired one...&lt;br /&gt;-Oh, please...is the fact that I'm not drinking anymore affecting your brain? Do you have a brain, by the way?&lt;br /&gt;-Can't you give &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;it&lt;/span&gt; to me?&lt;br /&gt;-First, it wouldn't be right, and I know you don't care about it, but I do. Second, I don't really feel like it...&lt;br /&gt;-What do you feel like, then?&lt;br /&gt;-None of your business...and though I feel like it, it wouldn't still be right.&lt;br /&gt;-I was right, wasn't I? (Sarcastic laugh...)&lt;br /&gt;-...Yes, you were. "She burns like the sun..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7721985841027035966?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7721985841027035966/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7721985841027035966' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7721985841027035966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7721985841027035966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/back.html' title='&quot;She burns like the sun...&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4358772129230863005</id><published>2007-11-27T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:11:53.611-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Another corporate show"</title><content type='html'>Ora, não dizia nada há imenso tempo e queria ter algo de verdadeiramente fantástico, de excepcionalmente excitante para voz dizer.  A verdade, porém, é que a coisa mais emocionante que aconteceu desde o último post foi ficar na rua ao frio, e por sorte não foi à chuva, até às 5 da manhã porque uma gaja não sabe dizer: "Desculpem, mas não quero 4 gajos e uma gaja a dormir em minha casa."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto vinha só aqui deixar umas quantas coisas ditas:&lt;br /&gt;-1st of all...Vargas, pá...não te vás por mim. Fica triste, mói-te, faz o que quiseres. Todos temos direito, mas da próxima avisa antes que eu fico em casa a ver a família superstar e o entre-vidas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-2nd of all...17 dias sem alcoól, 63h sem tabaco (mesmo com os anos do Eldinho Lamacita [Vulgarmente conhecido por Emílio, Nesquik, Autópsias, Dom Quixote, 'Andróide #$% and #$%&amp;amp; on the lips' e às vezes até por Vítor!] pelo meio, leia-se HOJE. Para quem não percebeu...DESEJEM-LHE UM FELIZ ANIVERSÁRIO!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3rd of all...Continua tudo a montar-se tipo puzzle, mas há aqui umas peças que não fazem parte desta história...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: Não olhes para mim com essa cara!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Népia, não pode!!! Mas eu não lhe ensinei nada?&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Sunburn - Muse&lt;br /&gt;"Come waste your millions here/Secretly she sneers/Another corporate show..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4358772129230863005?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4358772129230863005/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4358772129230863005' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4358772129230863005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4358772129230863005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-corporate-show.html' title='&quot;Another corporate show&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4276489140833984498</id><published>2007-11-25T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:51:46.315-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Relatos de um doente mental</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R0lqto4v-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GN9_PInpl78/s1600-h/m%C3%A9.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 144px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R0lqto4v-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GN9_PInpl78/s320/m%C3%A9.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5136754182294862450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vargach Kothar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este nhe neh nhe foi levado ao medico  e o resultado nao foi nada bonito aqui vos revelo o resultado dos testesrealizados na cabecinha deste jovem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ficha medica:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Tripanossomas profundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-3kg de beri beri no cerebro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Disturbios mentais( de varios graus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-recentemente detectou-se  inatividade cerebral seguida de explosões de dopamina temporarias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queria mesmo era alertar as pessoas parem terem cuidado pois este jovem fugiu do laboratorio onde lhe queriam abrir o cerebro para fazer inumeras experiências.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps: correm por ai boatos que este jovem se passou de vezes e se refugiou num planeta que construiu em pleno bairro alto, e que se prepara para voltar em breve para junto de nos&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4276489140833984498?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4276489140833984498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4276489140833984498' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4276489140833984498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4276489140833984498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/relatos-de-um-doente-mental.html' title='Relatos de um doente mental'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_awYHPuqYTho/R0lqto4v-nI/AAAAAAAAAAM/GN9_PInpl78/s72-c/m%C3%A9.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3432049066131120327</id><published>2007-11-25T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-25T04:13:36.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crisis</title><content type='html'>Just understand my brother i'm on this battle and i only have 2 things that i can do, capture the flag or descend to isolation, but i don't want to isolate myself....i'm sorry if some days or nigth seams more dark to you only becouse i'm sad....i've got to make the sekeletons, the animals, that are in my mind to go sleep, it's not very easy but i can do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3432049066131120327?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3432049066131120327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3432049066131120327' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3432049066131120327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3432049066131120327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/crisis.html' title='Crisis'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4695668065594031785</id><published>2007-11-24T19:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:40:16.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Nations Army</title><content type='html'>I'm gonna fight 'em all&lt;br /&gt;A nation army couldn't hold me back&lt;br /&gt;They're gonna rip it off&lt;br /&gt;Taking their time right behind my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm talking to myself at night&lt;br /&gt;Because I can't forget&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth through my mind&lt;br /&gt;Behind a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;And the message coming from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Says leave it alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to hear about it&lt;br /&gt;Every single one's got a story to tell&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows about it&lt;br /&gt;From the Queen of England to the hounds of hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if I catch it coming back my way&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna serve it to you&lt;br /&gt;And that aint what you want to hear&lt;br /&gt;But thats what I'll do&lt;br /&gt;And the feeling coming from my bones&lt;br /&gt;Says find a home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to Wichita&lt;br /&gt;Far from this opera for evermore&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna work the straw&lt;br /&gt;Make the sweat drip out of every pore&lt;br /&gt;And I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding, and I'm bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Right before the lord&lt;br /&gt;All the words are gonna bleed from me&lt;br /&gt;And I will sing no more&lt;br /&gt;And the stains coming from my blood&lt;br /&gt;Tell me go back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" width="180" height="23" bgcolor="#330000" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cv4Wdz9ydvd3auVHcvInZuUWZyZmLrV3by92Z/The%2520White%2520Stripes%2520-%2520Seven%2520Nation%2520Army.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#330000;border:#330000;button:#339900;player_text:#999900;playlist_text:#999999;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4695668065594031785?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4695668065594031785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4695668065594031785' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4695668065594031785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4695668065594031785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/7-nations-army.html' title='7 Nations Army'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-338571879197323970</id><published>2007-11-24T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:29:43.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>" &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another season comes to say hello. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The wind blows outside, giving a sad look to the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; lonely streets. But the memories remain&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-338571879197323970?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/338571879197323970/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=338571879197323970' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/338571879197323970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/338571879197323970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/another-season-comes-to-say-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2868668868895242589</id><published>2007-11-24T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:30:54.244-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><content type='html'>wish that I could know what I'm supposed to do in  moments like this one&lt;br /&gt;I can't break this silence that surrounds me&lt;br /&gt;My mouth is dry and my legs are shaking with fear,  So here i am sitting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My  soul was taken from me  and i want to see my resurrection.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2868668868895242589?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2868668868895242589/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2868668868895242589' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2868668868895242589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2868668868895242589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/journey.html' title='Journey'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6490535191716090894</id><published>2007-11-24T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T19:17:12.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Octopus</title><content type='html'>A lyric tha makes me think...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody octopus moving your tentacles&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your poison as we smile like suckers&lt;br /&gt;And you make us kiss your rings&lt;br /&gt;So we can survive&lt;br /&gt;Bloody octopus moving your tentacles&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your poison as we smile like suckers&lt;br /&gt;While you excuse yourself with the past&lt;br /&gt;We continue to support your rapes to our houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You throw us all your killing toys&lt;br /&gt;Putting us to sleep&lt;br /&gt;We fall to our knees in despair&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of your whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bloody octopus moving your tentacles&lt;br /&gt;Spreading your poison as we smile like suckers&lt;br /&gt;While you excuse yourself with the past&lt;br /&gt;We continue to support your rapes to our houses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You throw us all your killing toys&lt;br /&gt;Putting us to sleep&lt;br /&gt;We fall to our knees in despair&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of your whip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rich are getting richer and The poor die with&lt;br /&gt;their silence&lt;br /&gt;Bloody octopus... How much will we laugh and smile&lt;br /&gt;After you stolen all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty inch burial-Octopus"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6490535191716090894?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6490535191716090894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6490535191716090894' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6490535191716090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6490535191716090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/octopus.html' title='Octopus'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2091686271815613742</id><published>2007-11-24T06:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-24T06:16:56.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>Sábado passado fui jogar à bola e doeram-me as pernas durante alguns dias. Enquanto doeram, só desejei que deixassem doer. Até que um dia, já depois de almoço, me apercebi que a dor tinha passado. Não fiquei feliz, não festejei, mas a dor tinha passado.&lt;br /&gt;Porque é mesmo assim...notamos enquanto dói, e depois simplesmente passa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Tu és tipo um super-homem humano. Uma espécie de Peter Petrelli que absorve tudo o que há de bom à volta."&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Amo-te - Twenty Inch Burial :S&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Ainda vou pensar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2091686271815613742?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2091686271815613742/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2091686271815613742' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2091686271815613742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2091686271815613742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5578072624921711559</id><published>2007-11-23T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T08:19:01.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>E cá está...</title><content type='html'>Como os nossos caros leitores decidiram estamos inscritos no tal award como podem ver pelo símbolo aqui à direita :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passo a apresentar os resultados da votação...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: 13px; height: 35px;" class="pollcontent" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="pollcontent" border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" width="250"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr bg style="color:#0099cc;"&gt;&lt;td colspan="4"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;                 &lt;b&gt;Super Bock Award&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acha que Os Escombros do Armagedao devem participar no award da Super Bock?                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;/tr&gt;           &lt;tr bgcolor="#0099cc"&gt; &lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;So se em caso de vitoria apanharmos uma buba de Super Bock!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;44.4%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff00" height="7" width="100%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="0%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#0099cc"&gt; &lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Sim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;33.3%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff00" height="7" width="75%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="25%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#0099cc"&gt; &lt;td width="30%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Nao&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;22.2%&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="60%"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;table border="0" width="100%"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#ffff00" height="7" width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="50%"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Portanto, preparem-se... ;) Cumprimentos.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5578072624921711559?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5578072624921711559/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5578072624921711559' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5578072624921711559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5578072624921711559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/e-c-est.html' title='E cá está...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-64084569771952882</id><published>2007-11-23T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:45:50.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Puff!</title><content type='html'>Hoje pensei em postar algo que senti,&lt;br /&gt;mas depois desisti.&lt;br /&gt;Só havia uma 'coisa' sobre a qual escrever,&lt;br /&gt;e sobre essa já escrevi tudo o que tinha a dizer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poesia de alta qualidade ;)&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Ainda é muito cedo...&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Waiting to Die - HED PE&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: Ainda é muito cedo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-64084569771952882?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/64084569771952882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=64084569771952882' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/64084569771952882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/64084569771952882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/puff.html' title='Puff!'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2567402329185690725</id><published>2007-11-20T09:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:27:15.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Um contacto do Além</title><content type='html'>Como os leitores mais assíduos já devem ter reparado, Os Escombros do Armagedão foram comentados pela mais poderosa entidade cósmica do universo...a Super Bock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convidaram-nos simpaticamente para participarmos no mais recente award inventado por eles, cujo prémio máximo (para o melhor Blog) são 3.ooo€ em cerveja...ai, não (esta abstinência está-me a matar :P)!!! Em material na Worten xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao que parece, a Super Bock apercebeu-se do decréscimo de consumo do seu produto genial, a que gosto de chamar "Super Bock Original", quer na zona de Arraiolos, quer às 4ªas à tarde nos armazéns do chiado, e quer-me pôr a beber outra vez :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela primeira vez na história dos Escombros...uma Poll:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script language="javascript" src="http://www.blogpoll.com/poll/view_Poll.php?type=java&amp;amp;poll_id=133551"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escusado será dizer que se acharem que devemos participar e ganharmos, todo o dinheiro será gasto em material da Worten, concebido especialmente quer para refrigeração da tal Master Piece da Super Bock, quer para visionamento e audição perfeitas de filmes deprimentes e masoquistas, ou sons Emo-Core de forma a que tanto eu como o Vargouille...não, Vargach, não consigamos deixar de postar em alta qualidade para todos vocês.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Votem!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2567402329185690725?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2567402329185690725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2567402329185690725' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2567402329185690725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2567402329185690725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/um-contacto-do-alm.html' title='Um contacto do Além'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-998340148940390924</id><published>2007-11-20T06:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T07:03:30.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>20 anos depois...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ontem, 19/11/2007...um dia como outro qualquer...ou talvez não.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estava eu com a minha mãe quando ela me diz:&lt;br /&gt;-Vá, boa sorte para hoje (comecei a dar aulas no conservatório), afinal dia 19 de Novembro é sempre importante para ti.&lt;br /&gt;-Importante? Porquê?&lt;br /&gt;-Foi o dia da meningite...&lt;br /&gt;-Em que descobriram o que era, ou quando fiquei doente?&lt;br /&gt;-Quando ficaste doente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19/11/1987, foi então esse o dia em que virei Arraiolos de pernas para o ar. Mais tarde (em baixo explico porquê) pus os pais das crianças da pré-primária em&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; alvor&lt;/span&gt;oço, garanti um desinfestação daquelas com senhores com fatos tipo astronauta a essa mesma pré-primária. Só porque uma &lt;span style=""&gt;”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;Neisseria meningitidis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;”, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;uma bactéria para aí do tamanho de nada ia a passar e eu resolvi brincar com ela...e o que é que aconteceu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;"A Meningite Meningocócica é uma doença provocada pela bactéria “&lt;i&gt;Neisseria meningitidis&lt;/i&gt;” que, quando entra no sangue ou fluido espinal, dá origem a uma infecção sistémica. É frequentemente uma doença séria que pode ter início em sintomas como febre, dor de cabeça e evoluir drasticamente em poucas horas para uma morte por coma cerebral. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Mal entra nas vias respiratórias, pode espalhar-se a outras áreas do corpo através da circulação sanguínea e invade o corpo até atingir o líquido da coluna vertebral atingindo a meninge. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="PT-BR"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mesmo com tratamento, a morte pode ocorrer em   cerca de 15% dos casos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:georgia;font-size:16;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sim, podem queixar-se...aguentei o tempo necessário (sem tratamento), até descobrirem que não era uma gripe (lol? :S) e ainda aguentei o tempo de o tratamento adequado fazer efeito, só para vos azucrinar o espírito e escrever posts deprimentes, que pelo menos vocês sabem que são meus ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem, para todos os que quiserem saber, a patologia mais grave de que sofri foi de uma sonolência extrema ao final da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O médico que me curou faleceu há uns anos com cancro. Não me lembro da cara, não me lembro da voz, não me lembro da pessoa, não agradeci.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de todas as dúvidas acerca da minha força de vontade e da minha extrema vontade de ingerir uma Super Bock fresquinha...estou &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;COMPLETAMENTE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; sóbrio há 10 dias.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: "Você estar aqui é...um milagre, tendo em conta os recursos na altura." :S&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Eu tava a tirar uma foto, mas só vos apanhei as pernas, meninas, podem ver..." xD&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Can I buy you a drink? - Hoobastank&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Máxima dos últimos dias... "Não encaixa tipo tetris, mas está-se a compôr tipo puzzle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-998340148940390924?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/998340148940390924/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=998340148940390924' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/998340148940390924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/998340148940390924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/20-anos-depois.html' title='20 anos depois...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8136027218785161636</id><published>2007-11-18T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:28:33.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue cap</title><content type='html'>aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shadow face aproaches , he have a blue cap in the head&lt;br /&gt;I tried to reach it but he desapears&lt;br /&gt;Who Is the blue cap man??????&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;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://stat.radioblogclub.com/radio.blog/skins/mini/player.swf" allowscriptaccess="always" bgcolor="#ECECEC" id="radioblog_player_-1" flashvars="id=-1&amp;amp;filepath=http://www.radioblogclub.com/listen?u=..wLzRmb192cvc2bsJmLvlGZhJ3LyZmLlVmcm5Cc492YhxmY/Deftones-hexagram.rbs&amp;amp;colors=body:#ECECEC;border:#BBBBBB;button:#999999;player_text:#999999;playlist_text:#999999;" height="23" width="180"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8136027218785161636?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8136027218785161636/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8136027218785161636' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8136027218785161636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8136027218785161636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/blue-cap.html' title='Blue cap'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8051727403187884464</id><published>2007-11-18T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T04:14:52.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There are always something to hold</title><content type='html'>After 2 many smokes and some gin let me try to express this present moment that i find myself in.&lt;br /&gt;All this poison  beneath my skin, start to damage my head, i'm sitting in this chair feeling paralized  with no attitude, here with me there's no human being.&lt;br /&gt;The oposition that makes me stand in this chair liderates the battle, i am screaming for help waiting for someone to reach me in this hell but i have to wait for my time.&lt;br /&gt;I have to hold on&lt;br /&gt;This barrier that are in front of my eyes don't let me see the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot sleep&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8051727403187884464?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8051727403187884464/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8051727403187884464' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8051727403187884464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8051727403187884464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/there-are-always-something-to-hold.html' title='There are always something to hold'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5709436936852920532</id><published>2007-11-17T06:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T06:29:37.865-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A última semana...</title><content type='html'>Na semana que acaba agora aconteceram duas operações secretíssimas que passo a descrever brevemente de seguida, e uma noite em arraiolos com a frase da semana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Operação MNF14112007 (Aniversário do Papàlo)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Início por volta do meio dia, quando entrei na FLUL, e encontrei o aniversariante com 4 canecas de Super Bock (Brindes, 5 minis = 1 caneca), obviamente já estava mal tratadinho. O dia até não correu mal, foi fixe, com muita malta, com malta fixe e tal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Bar novo? Mas eu já estive aqui há 3 anos... :S&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Sabe, é que eu fui aos Açores e meteram-me lá hormonas femininas..."&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Sábado de Sol - Mamonas Assassinas (Em honra ao aniversariante)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Operação Cup15112007&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um número de indivíduos completamente diferente do dia anterior, apenas 3 (combinado) + 1 de última hora que faltou a uma aula para ir para o bem bom. Conversa agradável ao som de alguns cigarros que não deviam ter sido fumados :S&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Cínico, eu? Porquê? xD&lt;br /&gt;Frase do dia: "Achas, meu? A mulher não pode com o rabo nem com as mamas, achas que se consegue baixar para apanhar aquilo e mandar analisar?" ;)&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Who Knew - Pink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Operação Platónica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vou só referir a frase, porque é a única coisa que se aproveita, e porque não houve muitos pensamentos, nem muita música...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;"Acho que isto é platónico, eu acho que a vejo tipo uma gaja do cinema, tipo um MÁQUINA!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Agradecer a todos os intervenientes, é só o que este post faz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PS: "O meu nome é Pedro de Morais, e não bebo uma pinga (nem meia) de alcoól faz hoje 7 dias."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5709436936852920532?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5709436936852920532/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5709436936852920532' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5709436936852920532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5709436936852920532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/ltima-semana.html' title='A última semana...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7337991809009615726</id><published>2007-11-13T09:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-13T09:58:08.855-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Apathy</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"Apathy&lt;/b&gt; is a state of &lt;i&gt;indifference&lt;/i&gt; — where an individual has an absence of interest or concern to certain aspects of emotional, social, or physical life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A única coisa que aprendi hoje. Deplorável...o meu cérebro está a funcionar a uma velocidade e com um desempenho muito baixo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Só aprendi isto? (e descobri o diário de um rebarbado, vá... :S)&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: What Comes Around - Ill Niño ("I have nothing to say/But I feel like my mouth is open...")&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7337991809009615726?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7337991809009615726/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7337991809009615726' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7337991809009615726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7337991809009615726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/apathy.html' title='Apathy'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2603668497464554586</id><published>2007-11-12T08:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T10:12:32.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackmailed</title><content type='html'>Só queria aqui denunciar uma situação impensável. Chegou a altura de cortar o cabelo, foi um acordo comigo mesmo e a condição em que o cortaria verificou-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém, estou a ser chantageado por certa e determinada Pessoa, que ameaçou deixar de ser boa Pessoa para mim caso eu seguisse para a frente com essa idéia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora não sei...mais um dilema na minha vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Concluí também que preciso de ajuda psicológica profissional. Ah, e fui convidado a leccionar num conservatório...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensamento do dia: Cortar ou não cortar?&lt;br /&gt;Música do dia: Faith - Versão Limp Bizkit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2603668497464554586?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2603668497464554586/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2603668497464554586' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2603668497464554586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2603668497464554586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/blackmailed.html' title='Blackmailed'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3244454030091378439</id><published>2007-11-12T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T13:00:23.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leva-me pela mão (Mas leva-me tu)</title><content type='html'>Acho que a falha hepática me afectou o cérebro. Apesar de não achar grande piada à poesia e a achar vazia sem música ou dramatização...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pega na minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Apresenta-lhe o teu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Quando te conhecer todos os cantos&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me ainda outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois deixa-me mergulhar nos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me tudo o que viste&lt;br /&gt;Faz-me saber o que amaste&lt;br /&gt;E tudo o que te deixou triste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me mais tarde ao Mundo&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me e traz-me do fundo&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me primeiro todo o nada&lt;br /&gt;Depois ensina-me a ser tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me todos os sítios maus&lt;br /&gt;Mostra-me todos os sítios bons&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver coisas novas&lt;br /&gt;Novas cores, caras, novos sons e novos tons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver a amizade&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver a confiança&lt;br /&gt;Quero ver o desespero&lt;br /&gt;E depois a esperança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero vaguear pela tua mão&lt;br /&gt;Ver lágrimas, sangues, suores&lt;br /&gt;Amores sem mentira nem intriga&lt;br /&gt;Sem inveja nem traidores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te peço a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas mostra-me como é ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Mas leva-me tu pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me tu...porque mais ninguém quis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter Moralez 10/11/2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3244454030091378439?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3244454030091378439/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3244454030091378439' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3244454030091378439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3244454030091378439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/leva-me-pela-mo-mas-leva-me-tu.html' title='Leva-me pela mão (Mas leva-me tu)'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7791652564639902842</id><published>2007-11-09T06:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T06:59:40.759-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Forever, but not for now..."</title><content type='html'>Don't keep love in a drawer for too long. It will get old and rusty.&lt;br /&gt;Then..."Maybe someday you'll look up/and barely conscious you'll say to no one/Isn't something missing?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better throw it out, at least someone can catch it from the ground and take it home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chaotic night approaches... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7791652564639902842?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7791652564639902842/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7791652564639902842' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7791652564639902842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7791652564639902842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/forever-but-not-for-now.html' title='&quot;Forever, but not for now...&quot;'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3985704352424352432</id><published>2007-11-05T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T10:35:30.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yesterday was a good day to die...</title><content type='html'>...so I got up in the middle of the night. I got out of my room and headed towards the kitchen. 'There's a knife there...'&lt;br /&gt;I open the drawer and theres it is, shinning with the little amount of moonlight that comes from outside. I look at the blade...I can't miss, I can't hesitate. My left wrist resting firmly against the kitchen table...the knife well clutched in my right hand... NOW!!! - a voice inside my head shouts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the blade piercing trough my wrist, damaging all it finds in it's way...I pull it up, so there's no chance of failling. 'I won't make a sound, let me fall to the ground...' I lay down, afterall...falling would wake someone up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand there, looking at the ceiling, my wrist hurts, I wish it would stop, but time seems to stand still...even on my death bed, I'll have to regret everything I did, death will torture me, taking long enough for me to do it...let's do it, then. My back starts to feel wet, maybe it's blood, maybe it's something else, it won't make a difference, I'll be gone for good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear many familliar voices...'No, don't help me!!! Please...' Soon I realize they're not there, they're inside me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a couple of female voices, a handful of male.&lt;br /&gt;-Why did you do this? -  one of the male voices says...&lt;br /&gt;-I couldn't stand it, now leave me alone!!! Sorry, I just want to rest. And thanks for all the good times, you were a really great friend. Sorry, but you won't be alone...wish I could hug you...bye. Don't remember me, ever, that's the point.&lt;br /&gt;Three voices shut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The voice I always heard, the greatest of friends, a brother...he speaks in a sad voice.&lt;br /&gt;-We talked so much about it, but I never thought you would do it...&lt;br /&gt;-I'm sorry, my friend, my brother, my companion. You were the only one who never left me, who always stood there for me, and now I'm leaving you. But don't miss me, please. Let me die in peace, the way I couldn't live. Wish you luck with everything, sorry about all the plans we made and we'll never accomplish, sorry for all the times I was such a bastard. We could have a dog, sure... I really love you. Don't take the guilt and... "Don't live with shame". Show them what you're worth, and take care of them all. I wish I could hug you and say all of this personally. Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A female voice talks. A female voice I've know for years. Not that long ago, I'd say I knew this voice like no other person did, but right now, that would be a lie.&lt;br /&gt;-Why? I really...&lt;br /&gt;-No, you didn't!!! Don't even dare saying that word again! I've heard it as a lie too many times before. I don't want lies, I don't want excuses nor explanations, I don't want to know anything. We've said all the words, we've sang all the songs, we did every move. We were meant, but you never cared. Live as you've done, and not a tear, as I expect you to. Afterall, "When it ends like it ended, what's it worth?" Bye...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear your voice...in that moment, I see the light, I know it's time for me to go...but I still wanna hear you...&lt;br /&gt;-Is it cold there? Is it hot? I'm cold.&lt;br /&gt;-I've known better temperatures, but I guess it's O.K. You're not gonna ask why?&lt;br /&gt;-I need not. I know your reasons...&lt;br /&gt;-Sorry, I never thought it would end like this, but I was tired...'too tired to care'.&lt;br /&gt;-No need to explain. Hope you find your way up there.&lt;br /&gt;-Up? Up is not my direction...I'm going down.&lt;br /&gt;-You know that's not true...you're going up and remember, you will never...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I couldn't hear what you said next, but I knew it...I wanted so much to finish that sentence. I was up, standing in my kitchen, there was blood on the floor, I could see myself. 'Guess I'm already dead'...then I looked at me, one last time. I had never seen myself. It's different from a photo, from a film, from a mirror. I look closer...this is how all of you saw me. This is how I was for all of you...weird, I'm smilling...I wasn't smilling when I looked at the ceiling. There's only one thing that makes me smile, lately...you. All of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light shines brighter...but it's not dragging me, it's questioning me. I feel I still have a choice. I came all this way...but now...now I really want to finish that sentence, it rattles inside struggling to slip out of my mouth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Light, air, heat...light from my room's window, air from the very same room, heat from outside, leaking in through every tiny hole. My body burns and you're not around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But wrist is ok. Voices gone. Is this death? Not that different...maybe it was a dream...no, there's a scar, only it didn't happen yesterday, it didn't happen in my kitchen, and the voices...one certainly wasn't there, I must have imagined it. She'd never come, I laugh at my own stupidity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yours was real...I got up, maybe I was still sleeping when I read your words, but they did make sense, they cooled me like a pleasant southern rain. I could have died last night, but I would never have read your words, and I wouldn't be able to finish the sentence...&lt;br /&gt;'walk alone'..."You will never walk alone..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today...today is a terrible day to die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3985704352424352432?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3985704352424352432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3985704352424352432' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3985704352424352432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3985704352424352432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/yesterday-was-good-day-to-die.html' title='Yesterday was a good day to die...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2948504213945508818</id><published>2007-11-04T10:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-04T10:58:38.435-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nunca entendeste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Muse - Muscle Museum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had something to confess to,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't have the time so look the other way&lt;br /&gt;You will wait until it's over:&lt;br /&gt;To reveal what you'd never shown her&lt;br /&gt;Too little much too late&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too long tryin' to resist it&lt;br /&gt;You've just gone and missed it&lt;br /&gt;It's escaped your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I have needed&lt;br /&gt;Begging for so much more than you could ever give&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to adore me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;When it pleases you yeah&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have played in every toilet but&lt;br /&gt;You still want to spoil it&lt;br /&gt;To prove I've made a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;Too long tryin' to resist it&lt;br /&gt;You've just gone and missed it&lt;br /&gt;It's escaped your world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you see that I have needed&lt;br /&gt;Begging for so much more&lt;br /&gt;Than you could ever give&lt;br /&gt;I don't want you to adore me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to ignore me&lt;br /&gt;When it pleases you yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll do it on my own&lt;br /&gt;And I'll do it all by myself&lt;br /&gt;You will never make it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Última música que posto aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2948504213945508818?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2948504213945508818/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2948504213945508818' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2948504213945508818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2948504213945508818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/nunca-entendeste.html' title='Nunca entendeste...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8198583828589518536</id><published>2007-11-02T06:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T06:24:45.421-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Pact With the Devil</title><content type='html'>The day before yesterday...it was Halloween. But I didn't see any witches, nor vampires, nor werewolves. The only thing I saw...was the devil himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was making my way to the bathroom...something was heating my insides unpleasantly...was it the drinks? Maybe, but not likely...it wasn't a normal feeling, but I just knew I had to throw up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time stops...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Wanna stop it? Just give me what I want and it will...&lt;br /&gt;-And what do you want?&lt;br /&gt;-Mortality for one night. Your body...so I can get hers...&lt;br /&gt;-Whose body you wanna get?&lt;br /&gt;-The girl with the shinny skin, with the pleasant smell, with the perfectly drawn curves...&lt;br /&gt;-NO!!! I won't give you that...&lt;br /&gt;-Then let the world spin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw up...I couldn't give him what he wanted...but before I could even notice, I was at the Hell's Door...he was stronger, then...I was weaker. Again that unpleasant heat inside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-She's still around...why do you do this?&lt;br /&gt;-Do what?&lt;br /&gt;-Why don't you just give me what I want?&lt;br /&gt;-Let's do it like this...I'll give you the touch of her hand, the smell of her skin and her friendship, it's all I got, it's more than you deserve, and you're not offering that much.&lt;br /&gt;-I accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the Devil walked "home" together. We woke up together...He's a part of me that will never rest...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8198583828589518536?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8198583828589518536/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8198583828589518536' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8198583828589518536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8198583828589518536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/pact-with-devil.html' title='A Pact With the Devil'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1877611714221826882</id><published>2007-11-02T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T05:59:15.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hallow...een xD</title><content type='html'>Serve o presente apenas para para tirar certas conclusões da noite de 4ª para 5ª. Havia muito para dizer, mas vou apenas referir um factor de cada elemento da companhia que apareceu no Bairro Alto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - A Jofi é a maior angariadora de tabaco do universo ("Aquele ali a olhar é o teu namorado? :P")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 - O Morais é o camisola amarela, ya. Mas continuou a beber e não se arrastou por ruas e becos nem passou a noite a gesticular igualmente independentemente da pergunta que lhe fizessem xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 - Tudo tem raízes africanas, afirma veementemente o Moço. ("Eles [os brancos] pegaram nos Djambés e todas as merdas em que els tocavam lá em África e puseram tudo dentro de um computador." - Achas mesmo que cabia, pá?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 - O Bogas...epah...o Bogas fazia anos assim que atingíssemos a meia-noite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 - O Ruben constrói planetas em pleno Bairro Alto,  e é a pessoa que demora mais tempo a comprar tabaco e a levantar dinheiro que eu conheço. (Dinheiro desconhecido para mim é mais rápido xD)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 - O Tiago, para além de ouvir bocas por causa de uma fêmea de leste, pareceu-me ser a pessoa que mais usufruiu do ponto nº1, e a pessoa que me pareceu ter a maior panóplia de comentários rebarbados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 - O caloiro...bem, para além de.."uma vez consegui convencer a minha mãe que era gay, na altura até me pareceu engraçado"...wtf? xD ...*hick*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 - Sim, a Marta...ficou para o fim...porque a Marta é mesmo boa pessoa e porque (sem contar com o ruben) foi a última pessoa que vi antes de me deitar, e a primeir dp d acordar. És mesmo impecável. "Não, não tenho frio!" ("NO SEX!!!") xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado a todos...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1877611714221826882?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1877611714221826882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1877611714221826882' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1877611714221826882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1877611714221826882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/11/halloween-xd.html' title='The Hallow...een xD'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8850501766588150688</id><published>2007-10-29T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:39:14.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo que eu te dei...</title><content type='html'>Um dia pensei oferecer-te o Mundo, sabes? Um dia dei-te o Mundo, estendi a palma da mão e lá estava ele só para ti. Para guardares e levares para onde quisesses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tinhas o Mundo num bolso, e podias fazer dele o que quisesses. Mas não te dei o Mundo todo, porque ele tem coisas más, e essas guardei para mim. Mas elas tornaram-me a mim mau, desviaram-me, desalinharam-me. E acabei por te dar algumas delas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois desapareceste, e eu fiquei com o Mundo todo, porque tu já não o querias. Mas aquele Mundo só fazia sentido se tu o tivesses, se o guardasses porque eu to tinha dado, e se me desses um Mundo só porque eu te tinha dado aquele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então vagueei sozinho pelo meu Mundo, descobri todas as coisas que ele tem de mau, e a maior parte das que eram boas esqueci-as. Menos uma: Tu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então fiz o que tinha de ser feito, tentei ter a única coisa que me parecia boa, mas falhei. Mas tentei mais...e falhei outra vez. E voltei a tentar...mas voltei a falhar. Tentei dar-te aquele Mundo outra vez, mas tu já tinhas outro Mundo, não precisavas do meu para nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então mostrei o meu Mundo a outra pessoa. E aí, mesmo que depois de teres perdido o outro Mundo, porque afinal só te tinha sido oferecido para realizar uma espécie de vendeta pessoal, aí mostraste Mundos e Mundos porque querias o meu Mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aí mostraste o teu novo Mundo, que disseste querer dar-me. Disseste, pois...porque na realidade só não querias que o meu Mundo tivesse outros Mundos. E assim que tiveste o meu Mundo, eu deixei mais uma vez de sequer avistar o teu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuas a ter um Mundo, continuas a não precisar do meu. Mas agora...agora é diferente. Agora vagueio pelo meu Mundo lado a lado com muitos Mundos. Agora descobri tudo o de bom e de mau no meu Mundo, mas as coisas más esqueci-as...menos uma...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8850501766588150688?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8850501766588150688/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8850501766588150688' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8850501766588150688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8850501766588150688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/o-mundo-que-eu-te-dei.html' title='O Mundo que eu te dei...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7342590118942708930</id><published>2007-10-29T05:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T06:11:29.918-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Está-se a tornar um hábito desagradável...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;She said somedays I feel like shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Somedays I wanna quit and just be normal for a bit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I don't understand why you have to always be gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I get along but your trips always feel so long &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And I find myself trying to stay by the phone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;'Cause your voice always helps me to not feel so alone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;But I feel like an idiot, working my day around a call &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;And when I pick up I don't have much to say, so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I want you to know its a little fucked up that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debatin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please Come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;You know, the place where you used to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Used to barbeque with burgers and ribs &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Used to have a little party every halloween &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;with candy by the pile but now &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;you only stop by every once in a while &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Shit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I find myself just filling my time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;With anything to keep the thought of you from my mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm doing fine and I'm plannin' to keep it that way &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You can call me if you find that you have something to say &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And I'll tell you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want you to know its a little fucked up that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm stuck here waiting, at times debating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Telling you that I've had it with you and your career &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Me and the rest of the family here singing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Please Come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I want you to know its a little fucked up that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm stuck here waiting, no longer debatin' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Tired of sittin and hatin' and making these excuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;For why you're not around, and feeling sorta useless &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It seems that one thing has been true all along &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You don't really know what you've got till its gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I guess I've had it with you and your career &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;When you come back I won't be here and you can sing it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Where'd you go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I miss you so &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Seems like its been forever that you've been gone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please Come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Please come back home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;(Fort Minor - Where'd You Go)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7342590118942708930?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7342590118942708930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7342590118942708930' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7342590118942708930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7342590118942708930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/est-se-tornar-um-hbito-desagradvel.html' title='Está-se a tornar um hábito desagradável...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8009904544012166195</id><published>2007-10-27T11:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-27T11:47:00.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pensamento parvo...</title><content type='html'>Estava no outro dia a verificar o horóscopo oriental e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1986 = Ano do Tigre&lt;br /&gt;1988 = Ano do Dragão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Logo..."O Tigre e o Dragão" foi a primeira coisa que me veio à cabeça... ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8009904544012166195?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8009904544012166195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8009904544012166195' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8009904544012166195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8009904544012166195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/pensamento-parvo.html' title='Pensamento parvo...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6736538020777992555</id><published>2007-10-25T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T12:59:02.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armagedão crash into my mind</title><content type='html'>Ontem a noite enquanto caminhava pelo monte redondo, tdo nu so de meias e com uma touca de natação apercebi-me que estava descalço...apercebi-me entao que nada havia a fazer ja que estava muito distante do local onde habitualmente ressono um pouco. Sentei-me um pouco para relaxar e pensar ao som de um ventil a quiemar. apercebi-me então que a loucura tem muito que se lhe diga não basta ser louco tem que se saber ser, e aproveitar ja que se  è......nisto tudo fiquei com sono e adormeci.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6736538020777992555?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6736538020777992555/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6736538020777992555' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6736538020777992555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6736538020777992555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/armagedo-crash-into-my-mind.html' title='Armagedão crash into my mind'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8711860423810144064</id><published>2007-10-25T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T05:21:59.427-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Incubus - Paper Shoes</title><content type='html'>Queria só partilhar esta excelente lyric com todos os visitantes do blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I fly&lt;br /&gt;I soar&lt;br /&gt;This I...adore&lt;br /&gt;And then like a locomotive&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your sorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;I only apologized to you to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be alone&lt;br /&gt;You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers&lt;br /&gt;But pain will roll off like water on feathers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'd fly&lt;br /&gt;You'd soar&lt;br /&gt;But then like a locomotive&lt;br /&gt;The sound of your sorrow comes&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;I only apologized to you to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be on my own&lt;br /&gt;You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers&lt;br /&gt;But pain will roll off like water on feathers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;I only apologized to you to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;But I think I've outgrown that horsehair sweater&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'd rather be on my own&lt;br /&gt;You're 'bout as reliable as paper shoes in bad weathers&lt;br /&gt;But pain will roll off like water on feathers&lt;/strong&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Não faças a 'nossa' assinatura, por favor. Há muito tempo que não faz sentido [pelo menos para um de nós])&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Quem pensava que a ciência estava no limite...mande analisar o cérebro do meu companheiro de Blog :P xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8711860423810144064?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8711860423810144064/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8711860423810144064' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8711860423810144064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8711860423810144064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/incubus-paper-shoes.html' title='Incubus - Paper Shoes'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6781737684124999311</id><published>2007-10-24T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T13:41:47.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything you want to know about....</title><content type='html'>I step into a pot of gold, but soon that pot burns cold.&lt;br /&gt;Than i realize that the truth sometimes is not as i think it was&lt;br /&gt;In that moment i wake up and figured out that perhaps there's nothing left for me here&lt;br /&gt;but than inside me i hear a voice screaming loud "YOU CAN, YOU ARE, YOU Will"&lt;br /&gt;i walk outside and watch the sun rise it is so beautiful, and realize that i have so much more reasons to smile that to cry......And tomorrow i will laught about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Pandas, parasitas e pessoas " Vo so mandar uns pontapes nos postes da luz"&lt;br /&gt;aguarde o meu regresso em tres milhoes de anos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6781737684124999311?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6781737684124999311/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6781737684124999311' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6781737684124999311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6781737684124999311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/everything-you-want-to-know-about.html' title='Everything you want to know about....'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2094321350221418283</id><published>2007-10-22T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T09:52:30.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Impulses And Lobotomies</title><content type='html'>We're laying on the floor, holding each other, nothing much. You say:&lt;br /&gt;-Would you like to... (Flash)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you in an impulse, your reaction is not different, you kiss me back. I travel through you, I can feel your heart beating through my veins, I can see your naughtiest thoughts. Your mouth tells me what you want, your hands show me how and how much you want it. I just hope you can't see my thoughts, those would make a porno turn his head away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin, your hair, your eyes confuse me...I'm not used to the new colors and textures you show me. But it doesn't take long, I forget all other colors, all other textures, I mind just your own. I soon recognize your touch, your smell...if only you knew how your smell makes me feel...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my senses taste the new sensations, discarding all others. You show me things I've never seen, places I've never been to. Soon I'm all into you, you all over me. Though your heart is weak, your body gets energy from something I'll never know. My energy? It comes from you...from your kiss, your touch, your smell, your desire, and these are the only things that matter at this moment. I wonder if you know how your smell makes me feel... I wonder if anyone would bother if they knew, but I soon realize no one will ever even care...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Flash) ...We're still laying quietly, nothing much, no moment has passed since my impulse to kiss you. You finish your sentence...)&lt;br /&gt;-...make out with me?&lt;br /&gt;-Do you even know how your smell makes me feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kiss you in an impulse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'll never be alright, so I'm breaking the Habit..."&lt;br /&gt;(Linkin Park - Breaking the Habit)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2094321350221418283?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2094321350221418283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2094321350221418283' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2094321350221418283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2094321350221418283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/impulses-and-lobotomies.html' title='Impulses And Lobotomies'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4326544833176535893</id><published>2007-10-21T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-21T03:30:48.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have so much to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I've got my discontent, I've got my right to vent,&lt;br /&gt;And if you question me, I'll show you who I've got to be,&lt;br /&gt;I've got to strive for something, I will not die for nothing,&lt;br /&gt;It's time to bend for no one, anger release, gone, gone, gone&lt;br /&gt;I give my life to free will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other way, I give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see another day,&lt;br /&gt;Unless we leave this place, follow our hearts and minds,&lt;br /&gt;Live strong and we will find our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't take this sitting down, I won't be pushed around,&lt;br /&gt;I've got one life to live, I've got so much I have to give&lt;br /&gt;And all this information, fed to us by a nation,&lt;br /&gt;With sights set on your freedom elimination, I give my life to free will,&lt;br /&gt;I must think to be free, hold on to identity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other way, I give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see another day,&lt;br /&gt;Unless we leave this place, follow our hearts and minds,&lt;br /&gt;Live strong and we will find our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find our way, we will find ours,&lt;br /&gt;We will live strong, we will find ours,&lt;br /&gt;We will live strong, we will find ours,&lt;br /&gt;We will live strong, we will find ours,&lt;br /&gt;We will live strong, we will find our way,&lt;br /&gt;We will find our way, we will find our way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other way, I give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see another day,&lt;br /&gt;Unless we leave this place, follow our hearts and minds,&lt;br /&gt;Live strong and we will find our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no other way, I give my life to you,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot see another day,&lt;br /&gt;Unless we leave this place, follow our hearts and minds,&lt;br /&gt;Live strong and we will find our way,&lt;br /&gt;We will find our way, we will find our way,&lt;br /&gt;We will find ours, we will live strong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Death by stereo-I give my life" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4326544833176535893?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4326544833176535893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4326544833176535893' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4326544833176535893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4326544833176535893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-have-so-much-to-live.html' title='I have so much to live'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5902310465320055728</id><published>2007-10-20T17:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:04:26.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scream</title><content type='html'>AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;AaaaAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-5902310465320055728?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5902310465320055728/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5902310465320055728' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5902310465320055728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5902310465320055728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/scream.html' title='Scream'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6891446736472690987</id><published>2007-10-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:02:28.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest</title><content type='html'>i am searshing for something&lt;br /&gt;Can i found it?&lt;br /&gt;Have i found it???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6891446736472690987?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6891446736472690987/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6891446736472690987' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6891446736472690987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6891446736472690987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/quest.html' title='Quest'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6770499454855203951</id><published>2007-10-20T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T17:00:40.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive</title><content type='html'>I Can't change time&lt;br /&gt;I can't change me now&lt;br /&gt;but i can win it all  side by side with the people i love the most.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6770499454855203951?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6770499454855203951/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6770499454855203951' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6770499454855203951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6770499454855203951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/alive.html' title='Alive'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-331125369123948359</id><published>2007-10-20T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:51:51.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tell me what to do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me What i need&lt;br /&gt;Teach me to fly over life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-331125369123948359?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/331125369123948359/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=331125369123948359' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/331125369123948359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/331125369123948359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/tell-me-what-to-do-tell-me-what-i-need.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1879478887477614910</id><published>2007-10-20T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T16:28:39.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Na escuridão das trevas onde a Luz não ousa chegar existe um lugar onde a vida apenas sobrevive"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;Darkness&lt;br /&gt;Imprisoning me&lt;br /&gt;All that I see&lt;br /&gt;Absolute horror&lt;br /&gt;I cannot live&lt;br /&gt;I cannot die&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in myself&lt;br /&gt;Body my holding cell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Landmine has taken my sight&lt;br /&gt;Taken my speech&lt;br /&gt;Taken my hearing&lt;br /&gt;Taken my arms&lt;br /&gt;Taken my legs&lt;br /&gt;Taken my soul&lt;br /&gt;Left me with life in hell  &lt;/pre&gt;"one-metallica"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1879478887477614910?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1879478887477614910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1879478887477614910' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1879478887477614910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1879478887477614910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/unhappy.html' title=''/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6205319213711218294</id><published>2007-10-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T04:10:06.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up early the day I died...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/Rxnd-Y9ja1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hRn1hI1uY7w/s1600-h/pOPQRI627266-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/Rxnd-Y9ja1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hRn1hI1uY7w/s320/pOPQRI627266-02.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123370115032902482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...mas sim, estou bem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ontem ouvi tanta coisa...tanta verdade, tanta mentira, tanta mentira transformada em verdade, tanta verdade transformada em mentira...mas hoje acordei tranquilo (não, não vou repetir o post da tranquilidade :P), o sol brilha e tal e pensei que só me apetecia partilhar isto com alguém, mas....com quem? Uns estão longe, uns dormem, outros ainda não vieram, outros perderam-se pelo caminho, outros tão pá alemanha, outros iriam querer ouvir qualquer outra pessoa, mas a mim não que sou chato e tal. E não me apetecia escrever no blog...mas lá teve de ser.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje...apesar de tudo...não tou triste, mesmo que sozinho :) Vou até ao jardim ouvir os passarinhos cantar e ver a relva crescer, talvez beber um cafézinho...depois vou até um sítio isolado onde seja difícil encontrarem-me, pego numa faca e rasgo os pulsos longitudinalmente (de felicidade entre outras coisas, claro. E sim, podes começar a sentir-te mal :P) xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early today...I woke up early the day I died... (MTAT)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6205319213711218294?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6205319213711218294/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6205319213711218294' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6205319213711218294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6205319213711218294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-woke-up-early-day-i-died.html' title='I woke up early the day I died...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/Rxnd-Y9ja1I/AAAAAAAAAAs/hRn1hI1uY7w/s72-c/pOPQRI627266-02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1181055271046753024</id><published>2007-10-19T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-20T10:12:06.149-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mais um alfabeto enorme... ;)</title><content type='html'>Parece que o lápis azul também passou por aqui xD A intenção era essa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso..."Just like you said/I Won't make a sound..." (MTAT - The Red River Murder)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still... nothing changes the truth...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1181055271046753024?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1181055271046753024/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1181055271046753024' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1181055271046753024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1181055271046753024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/mais-um-alfabeto-enorme.html' title='Mais um alfabeto enorme... ;)'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-320495829252739452</id><published>2007-10-19T04:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T04:26:00.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your actions speak when your mouth won't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Não é hábito, mas vou deixar aqui uma lyric completa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;"Come waste your millions here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secretly she sneers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Another corporate show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guilty conscience grows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guilty conscience grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;A guilty conscience grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She burns like the sun and I can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she'll burn our horizons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make no mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Come let the truth be shared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;No one ever dared&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To break these endless lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Secretly she cries&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;She burns like the sun and I can't look away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And she'll burn our horizons&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Make no mistake&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll hide from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Behind a broken frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll run forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't face the shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'll hide from the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Behind a broken frame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I'll run forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I can't face the shame"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;(Muse - Sunburn)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-320495829252739452?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/320495829252739452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=320495829252739452' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/320495829252739452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/320495829252739452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/your-actions-speak-when-your-mouth-wont.html' title='Your actions speak when your mouth won&apos;t...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2042597885737113387</id><published>2007-10-14T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-14T07:49:19.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Adeus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Já gastámos as palavras pela rua, meu amor,&lt;br /&gt;e o que nos ficou não chega&lt;br /&gt;para afastar o frio de quatro paredes.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos tudo menos o silêncio.&lt;br /&gt;Gastámos os olhos com o sal das lágrimas,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos as mãos à força de as apertarmos,&lt;br /&gt;gastámos o relógio e as pedras das esquinas&lt;br /&gt;em esperas inúteis.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Meto as mãos nas algibeiras e não encontro nada.&lt;br /&gt;Antigamente tínhamos tanto para dar um ao outro;&lt;br /&gt;era como se todas as coisas fossem minhas:&lt;br /&gt;quanto mais te dava mais tinha para te dar.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes tu dizias: os teus olhos são peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu acreditava.&lt;br /&gt;Acreditava,&lt;br /&gt;porque ao teu lado&lt;br /&gt;todas as coisas eram possíveis.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Mas isso era no tempo dos segredos,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que o teu corpo era um aquário,&lt;br /&gt;era no tempo em que os meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;eram realmente peixes verdes.&lt;br /&gt;Hoje são apenas os meus olhos.&lt;br /&gt;É pouco mas é verdade,&lt;br /&gt;uns olhos como todos os outros.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Já gastámos as palavras.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando agora digo: meu amor,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;já não se passa absolutamente nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;E no entanto, antes das palavras gastas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;tenho a certeza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;de que todas as coisas estremeciam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;só de murmurar o teu nome&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;no silêncio do meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Não temos já nada para dar.&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de ti&lt;br /&gt;não há nada que me peça água.&lt;br /&gt;O passado é inútil como um trapo.&lt;br /&gt;E já te disse: as palavras estão gastas.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Adeus.&lt;/p&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;(Eugénio de Andrade - Adeus)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Obrigado ao Eugénio por escrever, à JoFi por mostrar, a ti por lhe dares sentido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"Goodbye my lover/Goodbye my friend/You have been the one/You have been the one for me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;pre&gt;(James Blunt - Goodbye My Lover"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2042597885737113387?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2042597885737113387/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2042597885737113387' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2042597885737113387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2042597885737113387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/adeus.html' title='Adeus'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6296491527697062068</id><published>2007-10-11T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-11T14:03:11.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>Nos somos marionetas na vida real, alguem que me empreste uma tesoura para eu cortar os fios k me ligam aos parasitas que controlam o mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spreding &amp;amp; nesting&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6296491527697062068?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6296491527697062068/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6296491527697062068' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6296491527697062068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6296491527697062068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1876774399703608998</id><published>2007-10-10T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T13:05:28.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Madness</title><content type='html'>No one controls what's inside of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Nao so nem serei marioneta do sistema,&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro morrer de pe a viver ajoelhado&lt;br /&gt;A vitoria com suor tem um gosto especial&lt;br /&gt;como um orgasmo concebido num momento ideal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;um pensamento saido de uma mente divinal?&lt;br /&gt;nao, um pensamento saido de uma mente demente&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1876774399703608998?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1876774399703608998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1876774399703608998' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1876774399703608998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1876774399703608998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/madness.html' title='Madness'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3660722052087016121</id><published>2007-10-10T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T04:17:19.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A last word before eternal silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;"I haven't learned a thing&lt;br /&gt;You haven't changed a thing..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Slipknot - Wait and Bleed)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3660722052087016121?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3660722052087016121/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3660722052087016121' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3660722052087016121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3660722052087016121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/last-word-before-eternal-silence.html' title='A last word before eternal silence...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8707842799830876386</id><published>2007-10-06T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T10:28:07.592-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I told you so...</title><content type='html'>"Vês, eu disse-te..."&lt;br /&gt;-Disseste-me o quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Que podias ter tudo, se quisesses..."&lt;br /&gt;-Alguma vez disse que não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wow, calma..."&lt;br /&gt;-Calma!? Achas que posso ter calma?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas que foi? Não gostaste?"&lt;br /&gt;-Gostei, mas não acabou por ser como eu te disse desde o início?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Como?"&lt;br /&gt;-Não foi passageiro? Não acabou assim que o tiveste? Não foste enganado pensando que seria tudo e mais alguma coisa e afinal foi o mesmo de sempre? Não foi assim???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Foi..."&lt;br /&gt;-Ah, pois! Eu disse-te...e agora? Não te custa de igual forma não ser como querias?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas..."&lt;br /&gt;-Mas nada!!! Nunca pensaste que o que te dói também me dói? E só não é igual porque tu ainda hás-de carregar o sentimento da culpa, o sentimento de teres sido estúpido ao ponto de acreditares outra vez. Eu não, eu lavo daí as minhas mãos, eu sempre te disse que era melhor dormir...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Desculpa..."&lt;br /&gt;-...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(When the heart guides the hand)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8707842799830876386?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8707842799830876386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8707842799830876386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8707842799830876386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8707842799830876386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-told-you-so.html' title='I told you so...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-7208368159298049494</id><published>2007-10-06T06:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-06T06:59:43.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Muita (demasiada) tranquilidade...</title><content type='html'>Eu e o meu parceiro de blog estamos num momento de extrema tranquilidade. Tranquilidade em demasia, que impede os nossos cérebros de funcionar a mais de 0,0000005% das suas capacidades. Mesmo quando esta probabilidade se verifica, o corpo hesita em responder. Estamos num estado de animação suspensa. Falamos, fumamos, andamos, comemos, mas o cérebro não reage a estímulos para além das nossas necessidades fisiológicas mais primárias. Necessitamos de algo de muito intenso e agressivo, algo que nos permita libertar Dopamina numa quantidade acima de 10 vezes superior ao normal... Algo que nos desperte desta condição deploravelmente...esqueci-me, mais um dos efeitos branqueadores da tranquilidade, tive uma branca. Toda a gáspia, toda a disponibilidade para momentos de extrema loucura e euforia se nos esvanecem entre os neurónios queimados em alturas de intensas batalhas interiores. Só para perceberem a profundidade com que esta tranquilidade nos atinge, a nossa reacção mais rápida verificou-se ontem pouco depois da meia-noite, quando fugíamos dum insecto ruídoso que ao que parece ambos estávamos convencidos que nos podia comer...bem, despedimo-nos tranquilamente, e tranquilamente vamos caçar um dragão tranquilo e vermelho, e depois tranquilamente procuraremos uma colina tranquila, e lá acenderemos uma fogueira e tranquilamente fumaremos cachimbo e passaremos a noite a beber um vinho das tranquilas planícies alentejanas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tranquilamente,&lt;br /&gt;Angol-Kothar, com a tranquila participação de Vargach Kothar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-7208368159298049494?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/7208368159298049494/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=7208368159298049494' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7208368159298049494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/7208368159298049494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/10/muita-demasiada-tranquilidade.html' title='Muita (demasiada) tranquilidade...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-5099400938069247909</id><published>2007-09-22T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:24:07.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Desalinhado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Am i living a dream? Am i living a lie?&lt;br /&gt;I'm empty inside and outside of me everything is so perfect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Please get out of my head&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/2433428847945317220-5099400938069247909?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/5099400938069247909/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=5099400938069247909' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5099400938069247909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/5099400938069247909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/desalinhado.html' title='Desalinhado'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-2314550232436345320</id><published>2007-09-22T04:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T04:08:42.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just how i Feel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It´s cold and i am sitting here with this gun in my hands, i don´t understand what i´ve done&lt;br /&gt;I want to elucidate myself but my hands are all covered in blood and why is this man here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems impossible, why does the sun shine for some why can´t the sun shine for all?&lt;br /&gt;Eleven hours now and i keep sitting here all alone, why can´t the sun shine for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my breathing failed i fell asleep on the floor and i woke up with all this tombstones by my side and a gun in my hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It´s cold and i´m sitting here with my hands covered in blood, why am i here with this corpses so near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my breathing failed i fell asleep on the floor and i woke up with all this tombstones by my side wondering is the blood here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;tombstone(hills have eyes feat. Vasco MTAT)&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-2314550232436345320?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/2314550232436345320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=2314550232436345320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2314550232436345320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/2314550232436345320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/just-how-i-feel.html' title='Just how i Feel'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-4314216830461850685</id><published>2007-09-19T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:05:40.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bury Myself Again</title><content type='html'>She tried, he denied for there was someone else, and he knew that this was the only fact that really bothered her. She insisted, he persisted and denied again, he could not give in, not anymore. But 'we all have a weakness' and she knew exactly his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gave in, he gave her everything, shared once again his world, showed her every street, every corner, everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but he knew it wouldn't last, for now there isn't anyone else, not to him. He forgot everything that was before, she forgot everything that came to be. He loved, she played, he stayed, she went away...again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although he is sad...this time he was ready, he knows her in ways she does not. He stands without falling, waits without crawling. Waits for someone who will give anything for everything she threw away everytime she had it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...I guess it's okay I puked the day away/I guess it's better you trapped yourself in your own way..."&lt;/em&gt; (The Used - Buried Myself Alive)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-4314216830461850685?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/4314216830461850685/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=4314216830461850685' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4314216830461850685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/4314216830461850685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/bury-myself-again.html' title='Bury Myself Again'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3936256303970081706</id><published>2007-09-13T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-13T10:44:11.294-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu grito porque...</title><content type='html'>...falhei outra vez. Pensei que conseguia, que podia aguentar tudo o que já foi. Mas não. Caí e voltei a magoar alguém que não merecia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grito por auto-desilusão, por nojo e pena de mim mesmo por afinal não ter mudado assim tanto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas houve uma sensação nova, diferente. Depois de tudo isto chorei, precisamente pela razão que me fez escrever este post. Talvez afinal tenha mudado. Talvez tenha sido circunstancial o que aconteceu, pela pessoa, pelo passado...enfim... "Ela não merecia" foram as únicas palavras que consegui expelir entre lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TU, a única pessoa que entendeu aquilo porque eu passava e mesmo assim ficaste comigo. Tu, que me disseste "vou sempre estar a teu lado" mesmo depois de o saberes. Tu que levaste o que jurei nunca dar a mais ninguém... tu que eu magooei como se não fosses nada, como se não me tivesses dado o que eu precisava, como se não valesses um esforço para evitar tudo isto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fosses tu outra e ter-te-ia rastejado aos pés e pedido perdão durante um ano se fosse preciso, mas tu és diferente. Já passaste por muito e não te quero sujeitar à distância e à desconfiança, porque sei o que isso é, e o sofrimento que trás. Eu espero por uma palavra, um telefonema, um convite para uma tarde no centro a conversar, como antes. Afinal...mudei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Love hurts, but sometimes it's a good hurt..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3936256303970081706?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/3936256303970081706/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=3936256303970081706' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3936256303970081706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/3936256303970081706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/eu-grito-porque.html' title='Eu grito porque...'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1876024791013114195</id><published>2007-09-09T08:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:59:44.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insanidade</title><content type='html'>ahhhh!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque é que estão todos a gritar???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1876024791013114195?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1876024791013114195/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1876024791013114195' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1876024791013114195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1876024791013114195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/insanidade.html' title='Insanidade'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-3950771061230129507</id><published>2007-09-09T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-09T08:34:31.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Estou aqui</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;Yoh esta e para ti...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho muito, mas o pouco que tenho é teu&lt;br /&gt;Se mais ninguém te ouvir tu sabes quem te ouve sou eu&lt;br /&gt;Quando tiveres triste, com falta de um amigo&lt;br /&gt;Fecha os olhos não temas porque eu vou estar aqui contigo&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que pensas muitas vezes que queres fugir&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que gritas e não tens ninguém para te acudir.&lt;br /&gt;Vida madrasta nada corre como a gente quer&lt;br /&gt;Tens que enfrentar o destino para o que der e vier&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu alcance faço tudo o que poder para ti&lt;br /&gt;Peço desculpas pelos meus erros, sei que os cometi&lt;br /&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque também eu posso ser réu&lt;br /&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque quem te julga está no céu&lt;br /&gt;Quero que saibas que podes contar com o meu amparo&lt;br /&gt;Amizade pura é um sentimento cada vez mais raro&lt;br /&gt;Conto contigo para fazeres o que faço por ti&lt;br /&gt;E quando nada correr bem eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas as coisas que juntos fizemos tu e eu&lt;br /&gt;Custa a crer, mas a verdade é que o tempo correu&lt;br /&gt;Nem senpre é fácil, às vezes frases magoam&lt;br /&gt;Sem deixar mágoas porque amigos são os que perdoam&lt;br /&gt;É quando se vê quem é amigo de quem, no mal e no bem&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo desdém rodeado de gente sem nunca ter ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Alguém para falar, sempre pronto a escutar&lt;br /&gt;A mão que se estende, a mão que te ajuda a levantar&lt;br /&gt;Quem te corrige quando tu não sabes o que é certo&lt;br /&gt;Quem te dá água quando te perdes nalgum deserto&lt;br /&gt;Sempre por perto, sempre pronto para chorar ou rir&lt;br /&gt;Quem te conhecece e sabe quando tu estás a mentir&lt;br /&gt;Não sou perfeito, mas sabes que sou sincero&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te esqueças de mim, aqui é tudo o que eu quero&lt;br /&gt;E espero que nada, nem ninguém nos faça separar&lt;br /&gt;Conto contigo, comigo podes sempre contar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(You can call me), yoh esta e' para ti (I'll be right there)&lt;br /&gt;Verdadeira amizade, tu sabes quem es&lt;br /&gt;Nao tenho muito mas,(You can call me), o pouco que tenho e teu&lt;br /&gt;(I'll be right there), minha amizade sincera,tu sabes quem es&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta musica e so para ti my brother(peter morais)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-3950771061230129507?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-8643975810833370325</id><published>2007-09-05T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T09:41:17.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Induced Cerebral Coma</title><content type='html'>Deito-me. Tudo mudou... sempre. Todas as palavras que ouvi, todas as acções de que me apercebi mudaram-me desde a útima noite que me deitei.&lt;br /&gt;E lembro-me de tempos relativamente recentes, em que tudo isso não fazia sentido algum, em que eu era só duas pessoas e uma mão cheia de sonhos que ficaram pelo caminho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Podias ter tudo de volta, sabes?"&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro não pensar nisso...prefiro dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas e se..."&lt;br /&gt;Não, já disse que não!!! Prefiro dormir, deixa-me dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tento pensar em tudo o que me traga diferente sentimento, esperando que tudo se transforme em nada e que de manhã não me volte a lembrar, como uma espécie de coma cerebral induzido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Mas se tu quisesses, tu podias...tu sabes."&lt;br /&gt;Prefiro dormir. Por favor, cala-te!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Uma palavra, um gesto, e tudo volta a ser como era, tu consegues, tu queres..."&lt;br /&gt;Não, não quero!!! Não quero voltar a sonhar nem a viver de sonhos. Quero viver de mim, quero viver da própria vida. E repito a mim mesmo o que disse nas últimas horas... prefiro dormir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu sei que podia, e que conseguia, e que podia ter tudo de volta. Mas tudo aquilo que era já não o é. Tudo mudou. E se não me acordarem, então nunca irei acordar, porque enquanto dormir não tenho de te ouvir chamar por mim. Prefiro dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Behind all the clowning/There's always a sense of anguish..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-8643975810833370325?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/8643975810833370325/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=8643975810833370325' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8643975810833370325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/8643975810833370325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/deito-me.html' title='Induced Cerebral Coma'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-1638631743160158549</id><published>2007-09-01T18:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T10:01:03.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Batalha do Armagedão</title><content type='html'>Quantos de nós não travaram já tantas batalhas interiores?&lt;br /&gt;Batalhas em que por vezes um turbilhao de sentimentos se apodera de nśs, e nos leva aos confins das nossas mentes fazendo com que os pensamentos mais profundos nos controlem as acções e nos deixem sem reacção, em que por mais que queiramos sorrir por dentro o resultado dessa árdua batalha deixa marcas espelhadas na nossa face.&lt;br /&gt;Mas é daí, dos escombros do armagedão que nos erguemos pelo próprio pulso, nem sempre nos temos que  passear pelos escombros, podemos erguer-nos e voltar ainda mais fortes, e essa sensação é bastante gratificante.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-1638631743160158549?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/1638631743160158549/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=1638631743160158549' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1638631743160158549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/1638631743160158549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/09/batalha-do-armagedo.html' title='Batalha do Armagedão'/><author><name>Vargach</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2433428847945317220.post-6809137372847396312</id><published>2007-08-25T05:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-25T05:50:13.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Armagedão</title><content type='html'>Antes de começar efectivamente este blog gostava de deixar alguns agradecimentos (entre outras coisas) às pessoas que me ajudaram, por bem ou mal, a chegar aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAhiJys_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qHVnq_aZwt4/s1600-h/ppl.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102615248438623314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAhiJys_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qHVnq_aZwt4/s200/ppl.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro (juntamente com sinceros pedidos de desculpa por todas as atitudes, por todas as desconfianças, por todas as vezes que vos odiei só não mais que a mim próprio) a todos os que estiveram sempre lá, mesmo que olhando em silêncio, esperando que tudo aquilo que me destruía por dentro se desvanecesse e eu pudesse chegar onde cheguei (a "construir-me pelo meu próprio pulso" [Obrigado, Zifas, aka Johnny]) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Depois à pessoa que esteve comigo durante tanto tempo. "she taught me to look inside myself..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAhtpys_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8P5LFD_AtfA/s1600-h/ruben.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102615446007118946" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAhtpys_GI/AAAAAAAAAAU/8P5LFD_AtfA/s200/ruben.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Agora, não descurando nem diminuindo ninguém, ao Ruben, meu parceiro de Blog, de lágrimas, de lamentações, mas também de alegrias, de loucuras, de felicidade e curtição sem limites. Por todos os jantares à pressa só para me ofereceres um ombro, por teres estado sempre lá, por termos partilhado tanto sobre tudo. Por tudo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAiQpys_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tSmzuNu_SOY/s1600-h/sara.img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5102616047302540402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAiQpys_HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/tSmzuNu_SOY/s200/sara.img.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;E por fim, ("Last but not least.", on the contrary) Head. Pelas tardes passadas a falar, pelo apoio, pela amizade, pela boa disposição, mas sobretudo por toda a compreensão, por todo o carinho, por toda a disponibilidade, pela entrega sem limites a alguém que por enquanto "[...] caminha nos escombros do armagedão cheio de nada, apenas com o coração na mão..." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2433428847945317220-6809137372847396312?l=escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/feeds/6809137372847396312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2433428847945317220&amp;postID=6809137372847396312' title='9 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6809137372847396312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2433428847945317220/posts/default/6809137372847396312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://escombrosdoarmagedao.blogspot.com/2007/08/armagedo.html' title='Armagedão'/><author><name>Angol</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://userpics-97.hi5.com/userpics/797/224/224568797.img.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_l3X8GtB650E/RtAhiJys_FI/AAAAAAAAAAM/qHVnq_aZwt4/s72-c/ppl.img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry></feed>
