<?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-5601447332247938330</id><updated>2012-01-27T21:55:49.959-02:00</updated><category term='confusão'/><category term='esqueça'/><category term='perplexo'/><category term='pride'/><category term='prostrado'/><category term='protesto'/><category term='Brasil'/><category term='desilusão'/><category term='Dor'/><category term='mask'/><category term='vontades'/><category term='estagnado'/><category term='sentimentos'/><category term='alijado'/><category term='malandragem'/><category term='espera'/><category term='castigo'/><category term='Estrela'/><category term='Calar'/><category term='remover'/><category term='aparência'/><category term='tristeza'/><category term='honestidade'/><category term='lies'/><category term='mágoas'/><category term='viajante'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='inerte'/><category term='falsidade'/><category term='bajulação'/><category term='Alma'/><category term='Bandeira'/><category term='América'/><category term='Social'/><category term='Crítica'/><category term='disguise'/><category term='silêncio'/><category term='Inveja'/><category term='Pátria'/><category term='viagem'/><category term='necessidades'/><category term='lágrimas'/><category term='Corrupção'/><category term='desejos'/><category term='Ásia'/><category term='hipocrisia'/><category term='Austrália'/><category term='fim'/><category term='Europa'/><category term='Taste'/><category term='Suffering'/><category term='feridas'/><category term='frustrado'/><category term='maldade'/><category term='Decadência'/><category term='fraco'/><category term='Céus'/><title type='text'>Um pouco de poesia barata....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>96</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2010709385508987925</id><published>2012-01-26T09:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T09:58:42.559-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Calar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='protesto'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='remover'/><title type='text'>Removido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pt.globalvoicesonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/p9.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="197" src="http://pt.globalvoicesonline.org/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/p9.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido&lt;br /&gt;Não interesso ao sistema,&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Alterado,&lt;br /&gt;Deslocado&lt;br /&gt;Indignado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Do Pinheirinho&lt;br /&gt;Sem casa,&lt;br /&gt;Família,&lt;br /&gt;Sem honra,&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Desalojado,&lt;br /&gt;Da Cracolândia,&lt;br /&gt;Sou sujo, feio, pobre&lt;br /&gt;Drogado e viciado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Ao protestar na reitoria da universidade&lt;br /&gt;Violência da&amp;nbsp;Polícia Militar,&lt;br /&gt;Não podemos militar,&lt;br /&gt;Protestar&lt;br /&gt;Julgamento apressado,&lt;br /&gt;A burguesia exata e preconceituosa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Política social???&lt;br /&gt;Ha-Ha-Ha&lt;br /&gt;Nem pensar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido&lt;br /&gt;Tirando website do ar&lt;br /&gt;Perseguido,&lt;br /&gt;Sem liberdade de pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Copyright vou violar,&lt;br /&gt;Não há liberdade de postar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alguma grande empresa eu vou lesar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desde a ditadura militar&lt;br /&gt;Artistas foram se exilar,&lt;br /&gt;Outros tanto a torturar,&lt;br /&gt;Matar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carandiru,&lt;br /&gt;Candelária&lt;br /&gt;Carajás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matar, remover e apagar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Sujo, feio, pobre,&lt;br /&gt;Desconhecido&lt;br /&gt;Desinteressante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido,&lt;br /&gt;Deletado,&lt;br /&gt;Rechaçado&lt;br /&gt;Escurraçado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido&lt;br /&gt;Formatado&lt;br /&gt;A pobreza que não interessa&lt;br /&gt;Removido&lt;br /&gt;Para longe daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removo,&lt;br /&gt;Por que tenho o poder&lt;br /&gt;Não renovo,&lt;br /&gt;Por que não tenho o poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De pensar,&lt;br /&gt;Ter caráter&lt;br /&gt;Sou rolo compressor,&lt;br /&gt;Aniquilando o que ficar na minha frente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou a mídia&lt;br /&gt;Poderosa mídia,&lt;br /&gt;Desde a ditadura,&lt;br /&gt;Removo, controlo,&lt;br /&gt;Manipulo&lt;br /&gt;Mando e desmando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim,&lt;br /&gt;Elimino,&lt;br /&gt;Destruo, removo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aniquilo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido&lt;br /&gt;Tudo aquilo que não desejo,&lt;br /&gt;Que é feio, indesejável,&lt;br /&gt;Imprestável&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Removido...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2010709385508987925?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2010709385508987925/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2010709385508987925' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2010709385508987925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2010709385508987925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2012/01/removido.html' title='Removido'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6642443504758380113</id><published>2012-01-09T11:13:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T11:14:40.056-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pátria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bandeira'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crítica'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brasil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Corrupção'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Social'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='malandragem'/><title type='text'>Pátria Amada!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQk4nqUNukScD_PsvfyHLSivnNDlfQ3wfXn4-byYzcYToqgvASn" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQk4nqUNukScD_PsvfyHLSivnNDlfQ3wfXn4-byYzcYToqgvASn" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pátria amada,&lt;br /&gt;Tão roubada&lt;br /&gt;Enganada&lt;br /&gt;Vilipendiada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pátria amada,&lt;br /&gt;Traída,&lt;br /&gt;Subtraída,&lt;br /&gt;Por aqueles que deveriam trabalhar por ti,&lt;br /&gt;Tão iludida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deitado eternamente em berço&amp;nbsp;esplêndido&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca acordar&lt;br /&gt;Está o Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;512 anos de malandragem,&lt;br /&gt;Falcatruas,&lt;br /&gt;Mandos,&lt;br /&gt;Desmandos,&lt;br /&gt;Atraso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;És mãe gentil,&lt;br /&gt;Dos corruptos e malandros deste solo&lt;br /&gt;Seus filhos desviados,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como todos os impostos que pagamos&lt;br /&gt;Homens de bem e honestos,&lt;br /&gt;Trouxas e otários&lt;br /&gt;Todos sofrendo com míseros honorários&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No país da vantagem e do jeitinho&lt;br /&gt;Da sacanagem, do sapatinho&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é o país do samba&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo bole&lt;br /&gt;Todo mundo é bamba&lt;br /&gt;Samba, ri e esquece&lt;br /&gt;Da roubalheira&lt;br /&gt;Na república que dia a dia padece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é país do samba&lt;br /&gt;Futebol,&amp;nbsp;praia e carnaval&lt;br /&gt;Em Brasília&lt;br /&gt;Eterno bacanal&lt;br /&gt;100 pra mim, 100 é seu&lt;br /&gt;Na primeira bunda todo mundo já esqueceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vai o Brasil,&lt;br /&gt;De mais de 500 anos de abandono&lt;br /&gt;Coronelismo ainda existe no século XXI&lt;br /&gt;Assim não vamos a lugar algum...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouviram do Ipiranga,&lt;br /&gt;O brado retumbante,&lt;br /&gt;De algum miserável esquecido implorando por socorro&lt;br /&gt;Sem educação, sem saúde&lt;br /&gt;Sem oportunidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pátria roubada,&lt;br /&gt;Pátria malandra,&lt;br /&gt;Pátria doente,&lt;br /&gt;Pátria malemolente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pátria amada...&lt;br /&gt;Brasil....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6642443504758380113?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6642443504758380113/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6642443504758380113' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6642443504758380113'/><link rel='self' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Taste'/><title type='text'>Taste The Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrG7LxLOwz0/TZMPh2rJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TIrqQMxWWWE/s1600/pasta-alla-carbonara.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="background-color: black; margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="223" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrG7LxLOwz0/TZMPh2rJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TIrqQMxWWWE/s320/pasta-alla-carbonara.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Taste the pain&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It´s all the same&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nothing else remains&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Don´t race,&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Just taste&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Never gonna be the same&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;There´s nothing left to say&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You´re outta here&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Outter space&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Just taste&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;No need to be ashamed&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Mistake leads to hate&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Slow pace&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Just taste&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;All along is just waste&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;So bitter taste&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Enter and entertain,&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;You´re alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So cruel to embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Hurts, pride and mistakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Broken hearts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Daze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;On the road again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;The dark and rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feeling down just pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feel the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So deep and strange&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Silence again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Just come,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;Feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;And taste this pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: inherit;"&gt;So bitter pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #222222;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-4264484484396726083?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/4264484484396726083/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=4264484484396726083' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/4264484484396726083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/4264484484396726083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/12/taste-pain.html' title='Taste The Pain'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XrG7LxLOwz0/TZMPh2rJ-cI/AAAAAAAAAHw/TIrqQMxWWWE/s72-c/pasta-alla-carbonara.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6872295234447882440</id><published>2011-11-22T01:42:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T11:24:01.211-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do Inevitável</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/e72fa83810a5ce4fccb6bf58f92c8b325c576634.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://meme.zenfs.com/u/e72fa83810a5ce4fccb6bf58f92c8b325c576634.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E de repente, tudo mudou&lt;br /&gt;O orgulho ficou ferido&lt;br /&gt;De repente tudo desandou&lt;br /&gt;Alguém se sentiu traído&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente, só pela imagem&lt;br /&gt;Cria-se algo novo, novo fato&lt;br /&gt;Atitude de mentira sem mensagem&lt;br /&gt;Entre alguns forma-se o hiato&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fuga é a grande solução&lt;br /&gt;E para todos um grande espanto&lt;br /&gt;Quase obra de ficção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fugir, correr para não encarar&lt;br /&gt;O prenúncio de um triste canto&lt;br /&gt;Já não há mais como escapar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6872295234447882440?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6872295234447882440/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3567751157016740262</id><published>2011-11-20T13:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T13:36:26.820-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Atrás do Brilho Que Se Perdeu</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_aPdLOYnhq_JL9Tdbdbna640SDc-9FdIT38-8yzxkA15dSwPJHg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://t0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcS_aPdLOYnhq_JL9Tdbdbna640SDc-9FdIT38-8yzxkA15dSwPJHg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caçando,&lt;br /&gt;Buscando,&lt;br /&gt;Procurando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um pouco do brilho que se perdeu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando,&lt;br /&gt;Lutando,&lt;br /&gt;Resistindo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela poesia que não se rendeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Querendo,&lt;br /&gt;Não desistindo,&lt;br /&gt;Relutando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pelo dia que ainda não escureceu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero,&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso,&lt;br /&gt;Eu consigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo o brilho que se perdeu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O cheiro da novidade,&lt;br /&gt;A alegre brisa de outrora&lt;br /&gt;A leveza daqueles tempos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O brilho,&lt;br /&gt;De olhos nos olhos&lt;br /&gt;Da renovação&lt;br /&gt;Aquele brilho que eu sei que não se foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Então a luta,&lt;br /&gt;A batalha diária,&lt;br /&gt;Pela poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas materiais que estragam&lt;br /&gt;Cotidiano que desgasta&lt;br /&gt;Coisas pequenas que intervém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No dia a dia&lt;br /&gt;Na poesia,&lt;br /&gt;O brilho,&lt;br /&gt;A euforia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há pelo que lutar&lt;br /&gt;Há pelo que resistir&lt;br /&gt;Há pelo que tentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela poesia,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor,&lt;br /&gt;Pela vida,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás do brilho que se perdeu....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3567751157016740262?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3567751157016740262/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3567751157016740262' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3567751157016740262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://www.cuiabrasa.com.br/wp-content/uploads/2011/05/cemiterio.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias pra morrer&lt;br /&gt;Dias pra esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Dias pra sumir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dias pra desaparecer&lt;br /&gt;Dias pra correr&lt;br /&gt;Sumir&lt;br /&gt;E sequer lembrar que existiu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu já quis correr&lt;br /&gt;Desistir&lt;br /&gt;E esquecer de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Abandonar,&lt;br /&gt;E jogar pra cima esse imenso fardo que é viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguir, desistir, abandonar?&lt;br /&gt;Aonde está aquele otimista que você já foi?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que apenas respira e quer se enterrar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser arrastado pelos dias,&lt;br /&gt;Levado com a barriga pelo tempo e pelo destino&lt;br /&gt;Os dias dominados por solidão&lt;br /&gt;E a sensação de nulidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo que te atropela&lt;br /&gt;No círculo social hipócrita que não te serve&lt;br /&gt;No tempo que não pára e não entende sua tristeza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu só queria sumir,&lt;br /&gt;Voar,&lt;br /&gt;Dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Acordar&lt;br /&gt;Como se nada tivesse existido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acordar no mundo novo&lt;br /&gt;Resolvido&lt;br /&gt;Limpo&lt;br /&gt;Lindo&lt;br /&gt;Azul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só queria dormir&lt;br /&gt;Sumir...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5867962106871526639?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5867962106871526639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5867962106871526639' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='silêncio'/><title type='text'>Calar, calar e calar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIeMvfUc_As/ShbZTeNoXJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bw0_oALk3Kg/s400/alex.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIeMvfUc_As/ShbZTeNoXJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bw0_oALk3Kg/s320/alex.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a solução&lt;br /&gt;Para tanto inferno em terra?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas se maltratando&lt;br /&gt;Se maldizendo&lt;br /&gt;Contradizendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Qual a solução&lt;br /&gt;Para tanta diferença&lt;br /&gt;Tanta indiferença&lt;br /&gt;A solidão tão imensa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calar, calar e calar&lt;br /&gt;E seguir vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Cotidiano avassalador&lt;br /&gt;Segue te massacrando&lt;br /&gt;Com deveres e dívidas&lt;br /&gt;Do modelo de pessoa que você deveria ser&lt;br /&gt;Mas por pura incompetência não é...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calar, calar e calar&lt;br /&gt;E seguir remoendo&lt;br /&gt;Todos os traumas&lt;br /&gt;Não entendimento&lt;br /&gt;A fofoca&lt;br /&gt;A mentira...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calar, calar e calar&lt;br /&gt;Segue o Brasil&lt;br /&gt;Perante a toda palhaçada e corrupção&lt;br /&gt;Você segue vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Calado, sorrindo e sambando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bebendo sua cerveja,&lt;br /&gt;No fim de semana&lt;br /&gt;Assiste Faustão&lt;br /&gt;Na segunda&lt;br /&gt;Fala de futebol,&lt;br /&gt;Ri a toa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas do que importa mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Da grande podridão que te rodeia&lt;br /&gt;Do seu ambiente de trabalho infectado&lt;br /&gt;Da política suja do seu país&lt;br /&gt;Dos mandos e desmandos do mundo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Da guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Intolerância religiosa do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Da fome&lt;br /&gt;Da África&lt;br /&gt;Da AIDS....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Calar, calar e calar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-9008542501705775557?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/9008542501705775557/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=9008542501705775557' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/9008542501705775557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/9008542501705775557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/10/calar-calar-e-calar.html' title='Calar, calar e calar'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_SIeMvfUc_As/ShbZTeNoXJI/AAAAAAAAAWo/bw0_oALk3Kg/s72-c/alex.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2231523244690789041</id><published>2011-10-17T01:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-10-17T01:07:08.310-02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Decadência'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Inveja'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Estrela'/><title type='text'>Estrela Decadente</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://dilbertorosa.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/axl-rose-guns-rock-in-rio-2011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://dilbertorosa.files.wordpress.com/2011/10/axl-rose-guns-rock-in-rio-2011.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela decadente&lt;br /&gt;Tão decadente,&lt;br /&gt;Perde seu brilho&lt;br /&gt;E vaga&lt;br /&gt;Rumo ao ostracismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Antes o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Hoje se corrói na inveja&lt;br /&gt;No desejo de destruir&lt;br /&gt;Em jogos inúteis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha estrela decadente&lt;br /&gt;Hoje já não brilha mais&lt;br /&gt;Quer ofuscar o brilho alheio&lt;br /&gt;Quer destruir o brilho alheio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As lembranças do passado que não volta&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;O tempo não volta mais&lt;br /&gt;E a estrela a se torturar&lt;br /&gt;Por bons tempos que não voltam mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a se lembrar&lt;br /&gt;Se torturar&lt;br /&gt;Se perguntar&lt;br /&gt;Por quê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais volta,&lt;br /&gt;O céu não é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não são as mesmas&lt;br /&gt;O universo não é o mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais é a mesma coisa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estrela&lt;br /&gt;Cadente&lt;br /&gt;Tão decadente&lt;br /&gt;A cair&lt;br /&gt;A sumir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não vai mais brilhar,&lt;br /&gt;Não vai&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2231523244690789041?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2231523244690789041/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lij1hgKi3L1qgr1teo1_500.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="215" src="http://29.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lij1hgKi3L1qgr1teo1_500.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por trás das almas,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa tão complicada,&lt;br /&gt;Brigas, intrigas&lt;br /&gt;Desilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por trás das almas&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos confusos&lt;br /&gt;Escusos,&lt;br /&gt;Inveja, raiva, angústia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que fantasiam realidade&lt;br /&gt;Inexistente e novelesca&lt;br /&gt;Pintam um mundo rosa que não existe&lt;br /&gt;Mentem e traem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se escondem atrás de sua casca e aparência&lt;br /&gt;Imagem pré moldada&lt;br /&gt;E por trás de tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Maldade, inveja, arrogância&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coisas tão complicadas&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de cada alma&lt;br /&gt;Interrogações, frustrações&lt;br /&gt;Expectativas, ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traumas, medos&lt;br /&gt;De outros, do futuro&lt;br /&gt;Por trás do politicamente correto&lt;br /&gt;Almas, desejos, vontades&lt;br /&gt;Necessidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás das almas&lt;br /&gt;O mais negro de cada ser&lt;br /&gt;O lado mais reprimido de cada alma&lt;br /&gt;Reprimido por essa sociedade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sociedade decadente, falsa&lt;br /&gt;Hipócrita e convalescente&lt;br /&gt;De valores e caminhos tortuosos&lt;br /&gt;Injustiças e ambição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de cada alma&lt;br /&gt;É turva minha visão&lt;br /&gt;Uma mistura de muitas coisas&lt;br /&gt;Já não consigo ver&lt;br /&gt;Distinguir&lt;br /&gt;Sentir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atrás das almas&lt;br /&gt;Atrás de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;Tão confuso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div 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Almas'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-9065378412381113189</id><published>2011-08-07T12:52:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T23:02:45.002-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mask'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pride'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='disguise'/><title type='text'>The Mask</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otr6JpIdEVg/TaWySDZJFXI/AAAAAAAAIyM/RkhKroCCPHw/s400/o+MASCARA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otr6JpIdEVg/TaWySDZJFXI/AAAAAAAAIyM/RkhKroCCPHw/s320/o+MASCARA.jpg" width="226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the scenes&lt;br /&gt;You´ve turned so much different&lt;br /&gt;Wearing your mask&lt;br /&gt;You have turned something different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cover or shelter,&lt;br /&gt;Evil ways&lt;br /&gt;You go mistreated&lt;br /&gt;Envy, greed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re crawling,&lt;br /&gt;Hiding who you are through the bushes&lt;br /&gt;Poisonous snake&lt;br /&gt;That bite hurts so I can´t take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Filled up with thorns&lt;br /&gt;Heart so hurted by these thorns&lt;br /&gt;Digging your way straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;Gossiping, betraying&lt;br /&gt;No one could ever tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really sounded kind of sweet&lt;br /&gt;Your appearance, your way, your voice&lt;br /&gt;All in all just a great disguise&lt;br /&gt;Trapped all inside your own pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hurted pride....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You turned to evil&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to your pride&lt;br /&gt;Searching the next lie to arrange&lt;br /&gt;Stained by the wish for revenge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your masks are on&lt;br /&gt;The show´s gonna start&lt;br /&gt;Curtains open&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrite, hate&lt;br /&gt;Tainting out all your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black contamined heart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cover all your atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Behind the masks you´re wearing&lt;br /&gt;You´re so different&lt;br /&gt;You´re much different&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So damn different....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder why&lt;br /&gt;You keep your masks on&lt;br /&gt;The show is still on&lt;br /&gt;Lies, lies, lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m just waiting&lt;br /&gt;Till the show´s over&lt;br /&gt;Till the curtains close&lt;br /&gt;Till the lights are off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait until the mask falls....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-9065378412381113189?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/9065378412381113189/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=9065378412381113189' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/9065378412381113189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/9065378412381113189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/08/mask.html' title='The Mask'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-otr6JpIdEVg/TaWySDZJFXI/AAAAAAAAIyM/RkhKroCCPHw/s72-c/o+MASCARA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5609914182279785286</id><published>2011-07-25T08:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T08:03:03.030-03:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perplexo'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alijado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='estagnado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='inerte'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fraco'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='espera'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prostrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustrado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fim'/><title type='text'>Esperando Pelo Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://jorgemiguelcs.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/encruzilhada.gif" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://jorgemiguelcs.files.wordpress.com/2011/03/encruzilhada.gif" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu perdido?&lt;br /&gt;No labirinto?&lt;br /&gt;Sem saídas,&lt;br /&gt;Alternativas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu impotente?&lt;br /&gt;Sem força, sem poder&lt;br /&gt;De mudar tudo,&lt;br /&gt;O curso das coisas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu em dúvidas?&lt;br /&gt;Na encruzilhada,&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber para onde ir,&lt;br /&gt;Ficar ou sair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela ilude com seus subterfúgios....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já sentiu que tudo vai cair&lt;br /&gt;Acabar, desabar?&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que se tente&lt;br /&gt;Não importa o que se faça&lt;br /&gt;Acabará e não há nada a fazer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu alijado?&lt;br /&gt;Prostrado, frustrado,&lt;br /&gt;Estagnado?&lt;br /&gt;Impedido de agir,&lt;br /&gt;De mudar,&lt;br /&gt;Fraco demais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já se sentiu assim?&lt;br /&gt;Como se tivesse só que ficar&lt;br /&gt;Que parar e esperar o fim?&lt;br /&gt;Sentado, apenas esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Inerte e perplexo,&lt;br /&gt;Somente esperando pelo fim...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5609914182279785286?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5609914182279785286/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5609914182279785286' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5609914182279785286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5609914182279785286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/07/esperando-pelo-fim.html' title='Esperando Pelo Fim'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7373832424962124253</id><published>2011-07-18T00:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T00:59:45.310-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mundo Paralelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://doidaporlegumes.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/janelapen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="303" src="http://doidaporlegumes.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/janelapen.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando alternativas,&lt;br /&gt;Soluções, inovações&lt;br /&gt;Provocações&lt;br /&gt;Novas inovadoras,&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo paralelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;À margem,&lt;br /&gt;Da realidade cinza, chata&lt;br /&gt;Mundo travado,&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas padrão&lt;br /&gt;Todas moldadas&lt;br /&gt;Na mais opressora&lt;br /&gt;Linha de produção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crio um mundo todo meu&lt;br /&gt;Onde sou feliz&lt;br /&gt;E onde todas as possibilidades são reais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo paralelo,&lt;br /&gt;A verdade predomina&lt;br /&gt;E nada é tão impossível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo paralelo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é meu e na hora que quero&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mulheres são minhas&lt;br /&gt;Na hora que quero&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se magoa&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém se machuca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No meu mundo paralelo,&lt;br /&gt;Não tenho problemas de relacionamento,&lt;br /&gt;De dinheiro, de trabalho&lt;br /&gt;O futuro é todo meu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crio saídas&lt;br /&gt;Alternativas,&lt;br /&gt;Tempo infinito&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade total&lt;br /&gt;No meu mundo paralelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde escapo,&lt;br /&gt;Fujo, desabafo&lt;br /&gt;Choro&lt;br /&gt;Sonho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu mundo paralelo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7373832424962124253?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7373832424962124253/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7373832424962124253' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7373832424962124253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7373832424962124253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/07/mundo-paralelo.html' title='Mundo Paralelo'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6855153129284074384</id><published>2011-07-03T17:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T17:22:08.862-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ilusões</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvYEePogNaA/TDUpE929FbI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wMKurYep4P4/s320/mulher+dentro+da+agua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvYEePogNaA/TDUpE929FbI/AAAAAAAAAo0/wMKurYep4P4/s320/mulher+dentro+da+agua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Você vive a sonhar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Imaginar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Devanear...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Um mundo melhor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Tudo muito melhor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Muito melhor que isso aqui&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Que você vive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Apenas sobrevive&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Mundo quadrado,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Padronizado, sistematizado&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Você vive,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Querendo fugir,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Querendo sair&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Querendo chorar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Querendo gritar,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por tudo que poderia ser e não foi&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por tudo que tinha que ser e não é&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Por tudo que era pra ser e nunca será!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Vivendo de ilusões&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Alguma droga mágica que me salve&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Me tire desse marasmo,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sarcasmo&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Do mundo sobre mim&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Ilusões,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Povoam minha mente,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;De quando tudo vai mudar....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Quando tudo vai mudar?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none; text-autospace: none;"&gt;&lt;span lang="pt" style="mso-ansi-language: #0016; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: Calibri; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6855153129284074384?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6855153129284074384/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6855153129284074384' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6855153129284074384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6855153129284074384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/07/ilusoes.html' title='Ilusões'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xCZeGfoICrs/TJ1mLqvrqdI/AAAAAAAAAlo/-8mU_pSiAfc/s320/mochileiro1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O andarilho,&lt;br /&gt;Deseja viajar,&lt;br /&gt;Sair,&lt;br /&gt;Fugir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desse modo de vida organizada,&lt;br /&gt;Toda padronizada e quadrada&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que criam raízes&lt;br /&gt;E vivem se julgando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viajante,&lt;br /&gt;Andarilho,&lt;br /&gt;Deseja correr,&lt;br /&gt;Acalmar seu coração&lt;br /&gt;Tão ávido por algo novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carro, casa&lt;br /&gt;Cargo&lt;br /&gt;Isso não o fascina,&lt;br /&gt;O que o fascina&lt;br /&gt;É a aventura,&lt;br /&gt;Toda a cultura que o mundo pode oferecer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa seus filhos pelo mundo&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto viaja sem fim&lt;br /&gt;Ásia, Europa, América&lt;br /&gt;Austrália&lt;br /&gt;Todos os lugares e todas as praias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Toda a beleza do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Pra se admirar&lt;br /&gt;Sua riqueza, seu patrimônio&lt;br /&gt;São sua história,&lt;br /&gt;Suas aventuras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os amores&lt;br /&gt;Deixados por ae,&lt;br /&gt;Mil histórias&lt;br /&gt;Não tem propriedades,&lt;br /&gt;Mas fala com propriedade&lt;br /&gt;Sobre as maravilhas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o viajante,&lt;br /&gt;Deseja viajar,&lt;br /&gt;Fugir, correr&lt;br /&gt;Se entreter,&lt;br /&gt;Entender,&lt;br /&gt;Mais desse mundo louco....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O viajante,&lt;br /&gt;Segue&lt;br /&gt;A viajar&lt;br /&gt;Em algum lugar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6104998782009211004?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6104998782009211004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6104998782009211004' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6104998782009211004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6104998782009211004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-viajante.html' title='O Viajante'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' 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href="http://baggend.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/avareza_dante.jpg?w=236&amp;amp;h=300" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://baggend.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/avareza_dante.jpg?w=236&amp;amp;h=300" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o mundo vos ensinais,&lt;br /&gt;Jogando o tempo todo,&lt;br /&gt;Flertando com a maldade&lt;br /&gt;A bajulação barata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim vos ensinais o mundo&lt;br /&gt;Trouxa é o honesto&lt;br /&gt;O bom é o desonesto&lt;br /&gt;Assim que é bom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o mundo vos trazeis&lt;br /&gt;Crianças eternas&lt;br /&gt;Pensando que são reis&lt;br /&gt;Não suportam a negação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinai-vos todos&lt;br /&gt;Tanta maldade,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;Tanta falsidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensina-me, ó mundo&lt;br /&gt;Como não me perder!&lt;br /&gt;Como não ser assim!&lt;br /&gt;Como fugir?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o mundo vos ensinais,&lt;br /&gt;Amizades e gestos artificiais,&lt;br /&gt;Banais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim o mundo vos ensinais,&lt;br /&gt;Que conseguirás vossa promoção,&lt;br /&gt;Por jogo sujo e bajulação,&lt;br /&gt;Obtereis vosso sucesso,&lt;br /&gt;Se entregando ao fisiologismo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim a vida vos ensinais,&lt;br /&gt;Ser humano,&lt;br /&gt;Corrupto e perdido,&lt;br /&gt;Submisso,&lt;br /&gt;Perda total da alma,&lt;br /&gt;De valores&lt;br /&gt;Do berço&lt;br /&gt;Da família&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vos ensinais céus!&lt;br /&gt;Que o mundo não era para ser assim&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo foi o desvio dos homens&lt;br /&gt;A maldade dos homens&lt;br /&gt;O castigo dos céus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acometendo-se sobre nós&lt;br /&gt;Poucos trouxas e honestos&lt;br /&gt;A passar tantos tormentos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer, sofrer, sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Até quando?&lt;br /&gt;E para quê?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOcOBJNVWLQ/TTn5q6T9QKI/AAAAAAAACbA/fa3qNK1WEjA/s1600/mim.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="214" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_QOcOBJNVWLQ/TTn5q6T9QKI/AAAAAAAACbA/fa3qNK1WEjA/s320/mim.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mágoas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O que não se pode falar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O que não se pode dizer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Em nome do bem entre todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O que tem que se esconder&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;O que não se pode assumir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pelo bem de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E assim temos que tocar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cada um nas suas diferenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Diferentes pensamentos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Diferentes crenças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;É assim que temos que viver&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Nesse equilíbrio de forças&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cada uma puxando de um lado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;E desgastando, arranhando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pouco a pouco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Tanta coisa entalada&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;É assim que temos que seguir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pelo nosso bem&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pelo bem de todos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Pela humanidade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Sossegue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Acalme seu coração,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Esqueça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Apague a mágoa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Levante,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Siga em frente&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Cure suas feridas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Agora tão expostas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Esqueça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Levante a cabeça&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Senão nunca acaba,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Esqueça....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7211116293526186040?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7211116293526186040/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7211116293526186040' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6386077540972766173</id><published>2011-05-30T23:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T23:03:22.743-03:00</updated><title type='text'>The Everlasting Nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsES240D1Gw/TPcAsY5NiwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C-_esBVSUbI/s1600/o-grito.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsES240D1Gw/TPcAsY5NiwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C-_esBVSUbI/s320/o-grito.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lost,&lt;br /&gt;You got lost&lt;br /&gt;You lose&lt;br /&gt;Yourself&lt;br /&gt;Within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get lost,&lt;br /&gt;Got broken,&lt;br /&gt;In a dark maze&lt;br /&gt;Inside yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got lost&lt;br /&gt;Get lost&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstandings,&lt;br /&gt;Lots of feelings&lt;br /&gt;Confusing you,&lt;br /&gt;Weakening you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have lost your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your peace&lt;br /&gt;Your sense&lt;br /&gt;Your mind&lt;br /&gt;Your control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A maze&lt;br /&gt;Inside of you&lt;br /&gt;Anger, fear&lt;br /&gt;Negative thoughts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never ends&lt;br /&gt;Never stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You lose&lt;br /&gt;To yourself&lt;br /&gt;To your feelings&lt;br /&gt;To your inner self&lt;br /&gt;Dominating you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6386077540972766173?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6386077540972766173/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link 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url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qsES240D1Gw/TPcAsY5NiwI/AAAAAAAAAFo/C-_esBVSUbI/s72-c/o-grito.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5664622584312895144</id><published>2011-05-23T08:01:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T08:01:11.167-03:00</updated><title type='text'>De aparências....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://blog.marques.cx/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/as-mentiras-do-marketing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://blog.marques.cx/wp-content/uploads/2006/11/as-mentiras-do-marketing.jpg" width="208" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desvios,&lt;br /&gt;Mazelas,&lt;br /&gt;Traíções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É o mundo de aparências&lt;br /&gt;Atos dissimulados&lt;br /&gt;E segundas intenções&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você quer,&lt;br /&gt;Proteger seu orgulho,&lt;br /&gt;Preservar seu ego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz,&lt;br /&gt;O que é real ou não&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho cego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha distância,&lt;br /&gt;Mantenha aparência&lt;br /&gt;Assim é que faz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finja, minta&lt;br /&gt;Dissimule, simule&lt;br /&gt;A sua alma&lt;br /&gt;Aqui jaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Desentendimentos e desvios&lt;br /&gt;A falácia,&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você?&lt;br /&gt;Logo você?&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo isso?&lt;br /&gt;Quem diria...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim segue&lt;br /&gt;Assim a vida segue&lt;br /&gt;Vida que segue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim mesmo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5664622584312895144?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1818625552722501531</id><published>2011-05-16T09:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T09:47:12.145-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Equilibrista</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYoKBTD_TEM/TXpMyckU9OI/AAAAAAAAEIc/GNyEaGM3nEs/s1600/cabo+de+guerra.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="207" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYoKBTD_TEM/TXpMyckU9OI/AAAAAAAAEIc/GNyEaGM3nEs/s320/cabo+de+guerra.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equilíbrio precário&lt;br /&gt;Você entre várias forças&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma puxando de um lado,&lt;br /&gt;Te arranhando, desgastando&lt;br /&gt;Dia a dia,&lt;br /&gt;Pouco a pouco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Equilíbrio de forças,&lt;br /&gt;Você é a balança.&lt;br /&gt;Aguenta sentimentos negativos&lt;br /&gt;De toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora,&lt;br /&gt;Você carrega,&lt;br /&gt;O peso do universo&lt;br /&gt;Todo nas suas costas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando&amp;nbsp;contra balancear,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando julgar,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando sempre pacificar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as forças,&lt;br /&gt;Contra você,&lt;br /&gt;Você é o equilibrista,&lt;br /&gt;Vai tentando se esquivar,&lt;br /&gt;Com sua habilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Vai tentando se segurar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muitas forças,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos destrutivos,&lt;br /&gt;Interesses opostos&lt;br /&gt;Contra você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guerra&lt;br /&gt;Em ponto de ebulição,&lt;br /&gt;A bomba,&lt;br /&gt;O estopim,&lt;br /&gt;Você vai tentando desarmar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vai tentando aguentar&lt;br /&gt;Sozinho,&lt;br /&gt;Calado,&lt;br /&gt;Lutando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até não dar mais,&lt;br /&gt;Até não aguentar mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até tudo desmoronar...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1818625552722501531?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1818625552722501531/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1818625552722501531' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1818625552722501531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1818625552722501531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-equilibrista.html' title='O Equilibrista'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pYoKBTD_TEM/TXpMyckU9OI/AAAAAAAAEIc/GNyEaGM3nEs/s72-c/cabo+de+guerra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1798743170834344868</id><published>2011-05-11T21:22:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T17:42:21.825-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Higienópolis,05/2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.oficinadeestilo.com.br/blog/wp-content/higienopolis_pqn.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://www.oficinadeestilo.com.br/blog/wp-content/higienopolis_pqn.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou da gente diferenciada,&lt;br /&gt;Ando de metrô, trem e busão&lt;br /&gt;Sou dos que não ganham mesada&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho o mês inteiro pelo meu quinhão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sou da gente diferenciada,&lt;br /&gt;Não nasci em berço de ouro&lt;br /&gt;E de herança não deixo nada&lt;br /&gt;Só minha alma, minha paixão, meu couro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você chama de gente diferenciada&lt;br /&gt;Quem você julga pobre na beira do precipício&lt;br /&gt;A grande massa aguenta calada&lt;br /&gt;Você descansa no seu embolorado edifício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abastado desde criança&lt;br /&gt;Longe da favela, na parte nobre da cidade&lt;br /&gt;Deita e rola com a sua herança&lt;br /&gt;Sem a mínima noção da realidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Empresários, lobistas e judeus&lt;br /&gt;Famílias de tradição e centenárias&lt;br /&gt;Não se parecem com nenhum dos seus&lt;br /&gt;Suas ilhas de fantasia imaginárias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De brancos, ricos e bonitos&lt;br /&gt;Longe da maioria brasileira&lt;br /&gt;Pobres, mulatos e aflitos&lt;br /&gt;Pegam no batente na segunda-feira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São seus empregados, braçais e serviçais&lt;br /&gt;A seu dispor e seu serviço&lt;br /&gt;São ignorantes, sujos e iguais&lt;br /&gt;Nasceu para sempre viver submisso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você e seu universo umbigo&lt;br /&gt;Carro luxuoso, ar condicionado, trânsito infernal&lt;br /&gt;Você carrega consigo&lt;br /&gt;O egoísmo de um débil mental&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao barrar o interesse coletivo&lt;br /&gt;Por preconceito e burrice&lt;br /&gt;Cava seu caminho ao abismo&lt;br /&gt;Mente burguesa cheia de sandice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cidade continua então padecendo&lt;br /&gt;Trânsito, enchente e poluição&lt;br /&gt;Não importa tudo o que vem acontecendo&lt;br /&gt;O que importa é seu bairro e sua tradição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, você escreve sua triste história&lt;br /&gt;De um bairro ora tão decente&lt;br /&gt;Agora joga no lixo toda sua glória&lt;br /&gt;Triste mentalidade de uma burguesia decadente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho orgulho em ser da gente diferenciada&lt;br /&gt;E não ser assim tão igual&lt;br /&gt;Pobre, limpa e que não deve nada&lt;br /&gt;Higienópolis, vergonha nacional&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1798743170834344868?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1798743170834344868/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2842927936444409946</id><published>2011-05-04T02:51:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T02:51:59.604-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Balance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaNdi6Raqjo/TCTVbfNPnII/AAAAAAAAAbE/qAZYcO_10_8/s320/van_halen-balance.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JaNdi6Raqjo/TCTVbfNPnII/AAAAAAAAAbE/qAZYcO_10_8/s320/van_halen-balance.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your balance,&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed,&lt;br /&gt;Unbalanced,&lt;br /&gt;Confused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance,&lt;br /&gt;Has been affected,&lt;br /&gt;Has been broken,&lt;br /&gt;Has gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You´re dizzy&lt;br /&gt;Sleepless.&lt;br /&gt;Careless,&lt;br /&gt;Senseless,&lt;br /&gt;Anxious.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the solution&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing the silence and serenity&lt;br /&gt;To come back and reign again&lt;br /&gt;Peace of mind has gone&lt;br /&gt;You´re now all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your own....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pale,&lt;br /&gt;Skinny,&lt;br /&gt;Decaying,&lt;br /&gt;Forever more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No balance,&lt;br /&gt;Stressfull,&lt;br /&gt;Insomnia,&lt;br /&gt;Can´t get no sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drugs,&lt;br /&gt;Addicted,&lt;br /&gt;All you want now&lt;br /&gt;Is to escape somewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter,&lt;br /&gt;What you will do,&lt;br /&gt;What you consume,&lt;br /&gt;All the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not enough&lt;br /&gt;Never enough&lt;br /&gt;All you try,&lt;br /&gt;Worthless,&lt;br /&gt;You can´t recover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The balance lost,&lt;br /&gt;The time you lost&lt;br /&gt;And the time left&lt;br /&gt;It´s short and running out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems to be gone&lt;br /&gt;Forever,&lt;br /&gt;Never return,&lt;br /&gt;The balance you had before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your balance has gone&lt;br /&gt;Your health has gone&lt;br /&gt;Your peace has gone&lt;br /&gt;Your life has gone....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2842927936444409946?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2842927936444409946/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2842927936444409946' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7747207200261560394</id><published>2011-05-02T01:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T01:52:03.244-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Donna</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://download.ultradownloads.uol.com.br/wallpaper/94170_Papel-de-Parede-Morena-Sensual--94170_1152x864.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://download.ultradownloads.uol.com.br/wallpaper/94170_Papel-de-Parede-Morena-Sensual--94170_1152x864.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero me perder,&lt;br /&gt;Só por um momento&lt;br /&gt;Quero me embriagar&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir desse tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero experimentar&lt;br /&gt;Fruto proibido&lt;br /&gt;Libertar minha libido&lt;br /&gt;Quero extravasar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vontades reprimidas&lt;br /&gt;São de sua natureza&lt;br /&gt;O jantar sobre a mesa&lt;br /&gt;Tentações suicidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dominação instintiva&lt;br /&gt;Seu ser e você&lt;br /&gt;Interior a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Intenção primitiva&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase a se perder&lt;br /&gt;Já está a suar&lt;br /&gt;Sua vontade já está&lt;br /&gt;Dominando você&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espantar seus demônios&lt;br /&gt;Como fazer?&lt;br /&gt;Tentação a crescer&lt;br /&gt;Dominar seus hormônios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra a moral&lt;br /&gt;E boa prática&lt;br /&gt;Não há tática&lt;br /&gt;De ser racional&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase a se render&lt;br /&gt;Nessa guerra perdida&lt;br /&gt;Tentação proibida&lt;br /&gt;Você vai se perder....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7747207200261560394?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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o vento levou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Em desespero,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo vento que passou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Olha para trás,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Era você jovem,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Livre e sem responsabilidades,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alegre,&amp;nbsp;fugaz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Energético, vibrante&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Suspira,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo castelo de areia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que aos poucos foi levado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pelo vento que passou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tenta enxergar suas pegadas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voltar atrás na trilha,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mas rastro foi apagado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Não há como voltar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Foi o vento que passou...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levando qualquer chance,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;De voltar, reviver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os tempos da&amp;nbsp;bonança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Os tempos áureos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aurora de sua vida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por esse vento que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A oportunidade passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você perdeu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Você sofreu, ainda sofre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chance da sua vida&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perdida no vento que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nos seus ouvidos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecoa a brisa,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O chacoalhar das ondas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cantoria de gaivotas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A plainar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;O silêncio da sua solidão&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Na sua cabeça,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ecoa a dúvida,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A incerteza, a tristeza&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Por quê deixar passar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A chance, que não volta mais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ser levada pelo vento que passou?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Esse vento que passou,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te deixou aqui sozinho,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A se perguntar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A olhar o mar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A sentir os grãos de areia,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A saudade,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A lembrança,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A alegria.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Levada pelo vento que passou&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6929625204409771218?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6929625204409771218/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2726270542631431612</id><published>2011-04-16T04:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-16T04:34:09.949-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhos interrompidos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXYuGaNDtFY/TZ5UyHTyl7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/tQyQPQCkNlE/s320/basta+de+viol%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zXYuGaNDtFY/TZ5UyHTyl7I/AAAAAAAAAv4/tQyQPQCkNlE/s320/basta+de+viol%25C3%25AAncia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos interrompidos,&lt;br /&gt;Mutilados,&lt;br /&gt;Afastados,&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violentados,&lt;br /&gt;Sangue derramado,&lt;br /&gt;Sangue inocente derramado,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na neurose,&lt;br /&gt;Psicose,&lt;br /&gt;No surto,&lt;br /&gt;Na insensatez de um mundo insano,&lt;br /&gt;Excludente e perturbador&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos terminados,&lt;br /&gt;Sangue derramado,&lt;br /&gt;Cenário de terror,&lt;br /&gt;Lares despedaçados,&lt;br /&gt;Pais a chorar,&lt;br /&gt;O mundo a perguntar:&lt;br /&gt;"Por que?"&lt;br /&gt;"Como?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sociedade a questionar&lt;br /&gt;O próprio monstro que criou,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo individualista&lt;br /&gt;Excludente, guiado por aparências&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cria do mundo cruel&lt;br /&gt;Criou asas, para o crime&lt;br /&gt;Voou,&lt;br /&gt;Enviou anjos para o céu,&lt;br /&gt;E traçou vôo para o inferno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas os sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Estes nunca voltarão,&lt;br /&gt;Ficarão pelo caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Nas brincadeiras de ontem,&lt;br /&gt;Na esperança que restou,&lt;br /&gt;No sangue que se derramou,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as marcas,&lt;br /&gt;Em todo o sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Em todas as cicatrizes que você nos deixou...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2726270542631431612?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2726270542631431612/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2726270542631431612' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2726270542631431612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2726270542631431612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKm3Bek7FNQ/SUK3R4caNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/lziUtCgElmc/s400/ECJ+-+multid%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKm3Bek7FNQ/SUK3R4caNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/lziUtCgElmc/s320/ECJ+-+multid%C3%A3o.jpg" width="304" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas me cansam,&lt;br /&gt;Pequenez, mesquinharia&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgamento alheio,&lt;br /&gt;Olhar coletivo te intimidando,&lt;br /&gt;Criticando sem saber direito&lt;br /&gt;Sem se aprofundar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas que me cansam&lt;br /&gt;Necessidade de auto afirmação&lt;br /&gt;Marketing sem produto&lt;br /&gt;Imagem sem conteúdo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me cansam por seus sonhos banais e comuns&lt;br /&gt;Sem essência e profundidade&lt;br /&gt;A casa, o cargo, o carro&lt;br /&gt;O casamento, falido ou não,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa,&lt;br /&gt;Parecer sozinho é pior do que o martírio acompanhado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia sem limite,&lt;br /&gt;Ganância a qualquer custo,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não se cansam&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu já cansei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De todas as falácias, fofocas e mentiras,&lt;br /&gt;Dos invejosos à espreita&lt;br /&gt;Dos limitados preguiçosos,&lt;br /&gt;Dos frustrados,&lt;br /&gt;Dos fracos e pobres de alma&lt;br /&gt;Endinheirados e presunçosos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das injustiças,&lt;br /&gt;Do inferno,&lt;br /&gt;Da mentira&lt;br /&gt;Já cansei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas me cansam&lt;br /&gt;E se multiplicam como pragas,&lt;br /&gt;Como câncer....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cada uma olhando para seu umbigo&lt;br /&gt;Sua imagem,&lt;br /&gt;Seu próprio mundo&lt;br /&gt;Dentro da redoma de vidro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas me cansam tanto,&lt;br /&gt;E eu já cansei de tudo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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cansam....'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wKm3Bek7FNQ/SUK3R4caNzI/AAAAAAAAA34/lziUtCgElmc/s72-c/ECJ+-+multid%C3%A3o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-726512511835849965</id><published>2011-02-15T01:38:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T01:38:56.969-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mito</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://sabetudofc.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/ronaldo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://sabetudofc.files.wordpress.com/2010/07/ronaldo.jpg" width="257" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não morres,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca morrerás,&lt;br /&gt;Em nossas almas,&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre viverás&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A arte que fizeste,&lt;br /&gt;A grandeza que tiveste,&lt;br /&gt;E tudo aquilo que fizeste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca morrerás....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em nossas almas,&lt;br /&gt;Nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;Carentes de arte e de alegria&lt;br /&gt;Em nossa pátria&lt;br /&gt;Maltratada e carente de ídolos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre viverás....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não importa onde estejas,&lt;br /&gt;Não importa com quem estejas,&lt;br /&gt;Os deslizes desta vida,&lt;br /&gt;As perdições que desfrutaste,&lt;br /&gt;As noites sem fim e sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso importa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abençoado,&lt;br /&gt;Iluminado,&lt;br /&gt;Predestinado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não importa,&lt;br /&gt;Todas a vezes que caíste,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre te levantaste com maestria,&lt;br /&gt;Renasceste,&lt;br /&gt;Maior e imortal,&lt;br /&gt;E imune a tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as feridas de teu sofrido corpo,&lt;br /&gt;Tu cicatrizaste,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mágoas do teu sofrido coração,&lt;br /&gt;Teus críticos, inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Esqueceste, superaste,&lt;br /&gt;Foste maior e inatingível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua história, tuas glórias&lt;br /&gt;Nada apagarás,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Renascerás,&lt;br /&gt;Em nossos corações,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre viverás...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-726512511835849965?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/726512511835849965/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=726512511835849965' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/726512511835849965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/726512511835849965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2011/02/o-mito.html' title='O Mito'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6319504862315733052</id><published>2011-01-31T23:52:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-31T23:52:07.517-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Quando Eu Quis Fugir</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alja3MxpbPk/S9duxwid5NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PA0fbBkIfdA/s1600/Paraiso.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alja3MxpbPk/S9duxwid5NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PA0fbBkIfdA/s320/Paraiso.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;Pensando,&lt;br /&gt;Delirando...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia que eu sair daqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Desejando,&lt;br /&gt;Ardentemente,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia em que vou sair daqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amando,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Soluçando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas um dia vou sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Voar,&lt;br /&gt;Amar,&lt;br /&gt;Ser livre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verdes mares,&lt;br /&gt;Céu azul,&lt;br /&gt;Flores rosas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as cores,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que sejam alegres e nunca esse cinza!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo tanto a desejar,&lt;br /&gt;A imaginar, imaginar&lt;br /&gt;E nunca ver chegar&lt;br /&gt;Pasárgada querida,&lt;br /&gt;Epílogo desta vida sofrida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O dia que eu sair daqui...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6319504862315733052?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_alja3MxpbPk/S9duxwid5NI/AAAAAAAAAAc/PA0fbBkIfdA/s72-c/Paraiso.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3802006823276082458</id><published>2011-01-24T21:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T21:43:43.161-02:00</updated><title type='text'>2014</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XP61RG9eqE/SNQnGCaKLwI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Z9Gf0jQTonI/s400/bola.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XP61RG9eqE/SNQnGCaKLwI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Z9Gf0jQTonI/s400/bola.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caos,&lt;br /&gt;A chuvas no Rio,&lt;br /&gt;As chuvas em São Paulo,&lt;br /&gt;Enchurradas,&lt;br /&gt;Destruição...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desabrigados,&lt;br /&gt;Mortes,&lt;br /&gt;Deslizamento,&lt;br /&gt;Moradias precárias,&lt;br /&gt;Improvisadas,&lt;br /&gt;Em encostas,&lt;br /&gt;Lugares inadequados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flagelo,&lt;br /&gt;Fome,&lt;br /&gt;No Nordeste,&lt;br /&gt;A seca,&lt;br /&gt;Miséria&lt;br /&gt;Milhões sem um centavo por dia,&lt;br /&gt;Nascendo derrotados,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Milhões, bilhões gastos,&lt;br /&gt;Desviados,&lt;br /&gt;Recursos,&lt;br /&gt;E quem vive sem recursos?&lt;br /&gt;Sem &amp;nbsp;escolas, hospitais superlotados,&lt;br /&gt;Políticos engravatados,&lt;br /&gt;Desviam o foco,&lt;br /&gt;Jogos e palavras bonitas e ensaiadas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queremos ser o país do futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Bola da vez, emergente,&lt;br /&gt;Famoso, popular,&lt;br /&gt;Em alta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aparecer para os gringos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas quando os gringos vierem,&lt;br /&gt;Torçam para não chover,&lt;br /&gt;Para avião não atrasar,&lt;br /&gt;Para os ladrões estarem bonzinhos&lt;br /&gt;E os estádios prontos....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nação cega,&lt;br /&gt;Se cala,&lt;br /&gt;Disfarça,&lt;br /&gt;Vira as costas para suas próprias mazelas&lt;br /&gt;Tenta esconder suas favelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para os mendigos&lt;br /&gt;Convivendo com os executivos na Avenida Paulista&lt;br /&gt;Para os Prédios da Orla do Nordeste,&lt;br /&gt;Escondendo Favelas,&lt;br /&gt;Para Copacabana,&lt;br /&gt;Na frente dos morros,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para a nação,&lt;br /&gt;Iludida pela bola,&lt;br /&gt;Para o país,&lt;br /&gt;Que caiu em mais uma lorota dos políticos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Copa no Brasil....&lt;div 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title='2014'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5XP61RG9eqE/SNQnGCaKLwI/AAAAAAAAF7U/Z9Gf0jQTonI/s72-c/bola.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3962324851300794626</id><published>2011-01-13T02:56:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T04:08:59.002-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Amor, Desamor</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2BeXuZTrPQ/R7GvvhCI0CI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rHTqGYw7Ook/s400/pris%C3%A3o.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="264" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__2BeXuZTrPQ/R7GvvhCI0CI/AAAAAAAAA0s/rHTqGYw7Ook/s320/pris%C3%A3o.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesses,&lt;br /&gt;Desentendimentos.&lt;br /&gt;Falácias,&lt;br /&gt;O mais puro desamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza,&lt;br /&gt;Solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Mentira,&lt;br /&gt;A mais profunda dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas,&lt;br /&gt;Não se entendem,&lt;br /&gt;Não se gostam,&lt;br /&gt;Nesse mundo sem cor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vejo o ódio,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorância,&lt;br /&gt;A guerra,&lt;br /&gt;Soturno clamor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me leve,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Me embriague,&lt;br /&gt;Que passo a vida em torpor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As trevas,&lt;br /&gt;Escuridão,&lt;br /&gt;Minha prisão,&lt;br /&gt;Por quê o sol foi se por?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não nasce mais,&lt;br /&gt;Noite eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Sombria,&lt;br /&gt;Penumbra por onde eu for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhei,&lt;br /&gt;Ingênuo,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginei,&lt;br /&gt;A mais perfeita flor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero fugir,&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair,&lt;br /&gt;Quero viver,&lt;br /&gt;Só,&lt;br /&gt;Só com você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...para vivermos de amor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3962324851300794626?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3962324851300794626/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3962324851300794626' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5470415258550180915</id><published>2011-01-10T00:08:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T00:08:17.151-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Mundo Gira Ao Contrário</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lojadascanecas.com.br/imagens/loja/51.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://www.lojadascanecas.com.br/imagens/loja/51.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;Guerras, fama e vaidade&lt;br /&gt;E nesse destino temerário&lt;br /&gt;Insignificante é a verdade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;Corruptos no poder,&lt;br /&gt;Poderosos sem caráter&lt;br /&gt;Sempre triunfando&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo sempre ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;O sem caráter vencendo&lt;br /&gt;Te zombando, tripudiando&lt;br /&gt;Pobres podres, esquecidos,&lt;br /&gt;Paupérrimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;Sem translação, só anti-rotação&lt;br /&gt;Revolução,&lt;br /&gt;Pura destruição,&lt;br /&gt;Da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Da beleza,&lt;br /&gt;Da ética&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciranda ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;A dança dos amores frustrados,&lt;br /&gt;Você cobiça o que é meu&lt;br /&gt;Legítimo e por direito&lt;br /&gt;Inveja, avareza,&lt;br /&gt;Ciúmes da felicidade alheia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;Neste triste cenário,&lt;br /&gt;Céu sem estrelas,&lt;br /&gt;Sem brilho,&lt;br /&gt;Você rouba meu brilho,&lt;br /&gt;Meu sol,&lt;br /&gt;Meu céu,&lt;br /&gt;Minhas estrelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o mundo gira ao contrário,&lt;br /&gt;Continua girando...&lt;br /&gt;Até....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Contrário'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1712687974451924123</id><published>2011-01-05T04:32:00.004-02:00</published><updated>2011-01-05T04:57:11.829-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Balzaquiana</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/TSQT9s4dEOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lS5ziodQ7DQ/s1600/sarah-jessica-parker-sex-in-the-city.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/TSQT9s4dEOI/AAAAAAAAAVo/lS5ziodQ7DQ/s320/sarah-jessica-parker-sex-in-the-city.jpg" width="299" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Pela noite, tanta solidão&lt;br /&gt;Beijos descompromissados&lt;br /&gt;Discursos decorados&lt;br /&gt;Vale-tudo da sedução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Garotas alimentando a ilusão&lt;br /&gt;Do príncipe e da fantasia simplória&lt;br /&gt;Um momento único é a glória&lt;br /&gt;Assim se disfarça toda a desilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite é imensa a solidão&lt;br /&gt;De quem perdido, pela noite vaga&lt;br /&gt;De quem tanto e sempre se embriaga&lt;br /&gt;Procurando a esperada solução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo estar tão tranqüilo&lt;br /&gt;Alimenta o ego em frente aos demais&lt;br /&gt;Mas no fundo não pára de pensar naquilo&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta ignorar os sinais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite, intensa solidão&lt;br /&gt;De individualidades que não se somam&lt;br /&gt;De corações que se dividem&lt;br /&gt;De sonhos que se subtraem&lt;br /&gt;De frustrações que se multiplicam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas a noite te trouxe assim,&lt;br /&gt;Provisória companhia,&lt;br /&gt;Ela logo se vai, ao raiar do dia&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que não era bem isso que você queria,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hipocrisia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pela noite, segue a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Com apenas mais uma história&lt;br /&gt;Somente sonhos, nunca a verdadeira glória&lt;br /&gt;Tente disfarçar a situação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Passam os dias, ainda resta a solidão&lt;br /&gt;Disfarce seu desespero,&lt;br /&gt;Gabe-se das noites até seu enterro&lt;br /&gt;E negue a todos&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sua imensa solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1712687974451924123?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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dia não comece&lt;br /&gt;E sonhos, bem,&lt;br /&gt;Estes que parecem tão distantes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E levanto, bato o ponto,&lt;br /&gt;Trabalho olhando pro relógio,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando que rode mais rápido,&lt;br /&gt;E os dias demoram pra passar,&lt;br /&gt;Quando chega cada Natal e Ano Novo&lt;br /&gt;Percebo que tudo passou tão rápido&lt;br /&gt;E nada mudou muito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saco cheio, &lt;br /&gt;Entediado, &lt;br /&gt;Frustrado, &lt;br /&gt;Me sentindo alijado pelo sistema&lt;br /&gt;De gente hipócrita, mesquinha e limitada&lt;br /&gt;Podado de todos meus sonhos mais nobres&lt;br /&gt;Por vencimentos&lt;br /&gt;Que de vencer não tem nada&lt;br /&gt;São a minha perdição&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colocação social, &lt;br /&gt;Status, &lt;br /&gt;Dinheiro, &lt;br /&gt;Fama,&lt;br /&gt;Poder,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas joguei toda essa porra pro alto,&lt;br /&gt;Eu fugi, fui pro meio do alto&lt;br /&gt;Morar com a natureza &lt;br /&gt;Fugir do concreto,&lt;br /&gt;Cinza e feio&lt;br /&gt;Fugir do asfalto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus à gravata&lt;br /&gt;Adeus ao chefe&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a tudo&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a todos os insuportaveis códigos e conveniências sociais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a tanta gente má&lt;br /&gt;Pra hipocrisia,&lt;br /&gt;Pra política,&lt;br /&gt;Governantes e suas mentiras&lt;br /&gt;A tecnologia e suas necessidades desnecessárias&lt;br /&gt;O consumo fútil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adeus a essa monotonia&lt;br /&gt;Ao cheiro de escritório,&lt;br /&gt;Ao diploma, à carreira,&lt;br /&gt;Ao marketing barato &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joguei tudo pro alto,&lt;br /&gt;Fui a forra, e às favas&lt;br /&gt;Mandei todos &lt;br /&gt;Agora vivo de música e poesia&lt;br /&gt;Amor e sexo,&lt;br /&gt;Não enjoativo, cumulativo,&lt;br /&gt;Como em todos os casamentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivo pra mim vivo de mim&lt;br /&gt;E pra mais ninguém &lt;br /&gt;E vivo feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Por que um dia resolvi jogar essa porra toda pro alto!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora olho pra sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;E não com instituições&lt;br /&gt;Caretas, corroídas e hipócritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joguei toda essa merda pro alto,&lt;br /&gt;Fui feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Sou feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Fugi, e renasci,&lt;br /&gt;Vivi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se o mundo não me entende&lt;br /&gt;Não sou obrigado a entendê-lo&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo criado para aparências,&lt;br /&gt;Conveniências e falcatruas, &lt;br /&gt;Gente falsa, hipócrita e infeliz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só entendo agora as coisas&lt;br /&gt;Simples e belas da vida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ADEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Joguei toda essa porra pro alto!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6970540822728571491?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5005717957627333166</id><published>2010-09-20T00:11:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T00:41:56.044-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Horário Eleitoral</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;INTERROMPEMOS NOSSA PROGRAMAÇÃO PARA A TRANSMISSÃO DA PROPAGANDA ELEITORAL GRATUITA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palhaço famoso,&lt;br /&gt;A funkeira,&lt;br /&gt;Craque de futebol&lt;br /&gt;Decotão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cantor popular, brega&lt;br /&gt;Apresentador famoso&lt;br /&gt;Humorista famoso, &lt;br /&gt;Vestido de palhaço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candidato palhaço,&lt;br /&gt;Candidato famoso,&lt;br /&gt;Candidato humorista&lt;br /&gt;Candidato jogador&lt;br /&gt;Candidata funkeira&lt;br /&gt;Candidata puta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Artistas renomados&lt;br /&gt;Personalidades conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;Velhos políticos de sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosso futuro "parlamento"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desfile do bizarro em horário gratuito&lt;br /&gt;Deveria me fazer rir, mas no fundo me faz sofrer&lt;br /&gt;Povo ignorante e alienado incapaz de dicernir&lt;br /&gt;O show de humor na verdade é o nosso show de horror&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fazendo piada com nosso futuro&lt;br /&gt;Congresso falido e corrupto&lt;br /&gt;Alianças e conchavos oportunistas,&lt;br /&gt;Clientelistas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mídia comprada,&lt;br /&gt;Defendendo escusos interesses&lt;br /&gt;Deveria manter informada&lt;br /&gt;A massa alienada e sem educação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa democracia é uma piada&lt;br /&gt;Feita para atender lobby e interesses de alguns &lt;br /&gt;O povo à parte, e a parte que nos cabe do bolo&lt;br /&gt;Acabou de ser roubada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acabou o horário eleitoral&lt;br /&gt;Nossa democracia????&lt;br /&gt;HA HA HA &lt;br /&gt;Que piada....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5005717957627333166?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5005717957627333166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5005717957627333166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5005717957627333166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5005717957627333166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2010/09/horario-eleitoral.html' title='Horário Eleitoral'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5885392006665892126</id><published>2010-09-17T00:46:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T01:31:06.117-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Flores do Campo Belo</title><content type='html'>Não há mais flores no Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Não crescem árvores&lt;br /&gt;Crescem prédios, edifício&lt;br /&gt;São altos!&lt;br /&gt;Respirar é difícil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As belas casas &lt;br /&gt;No Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Soterradas&lt;br /&gt;Todo esse concreto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A cor do Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Agora cinza &lt;br /&gt;Pálido,  amarelo&lt;br /&gt;Sisudo, ranzinza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais flores no Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais campo e ele não é mais belo&lt;br /&gt;Mataram as flores do Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taparam o sol com tantos prédios&lt;br /&gt;Sujaram o ar com tanta fumaça&lt;br /&gt;Calaram os pássaros com tanto avião&lt;br /&gt;Corromperam os homens com tanta ganância &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comprar, comprar comprar,&lt;br /&gt;Construir, construir e construir&lt;br /&gt;Ganhar, ganhar, ganhar&lt;br /&gt;O absurdo&lt;br /&gt;E ninguém a fiscalizar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ânsia&lt;br /&gt;Novo lar pra morar,&lt;br /&gt;A casa própria&lt;br /&gt;A miséria própria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A poucos metros &lt;br /&gt;Águas espraiadas&lt;br /&gt;Espalhadas na favela e na miséria&lt;br /&gt;A poucos metros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São Paulo desigual...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não há mais flores no Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Elas não podem ser regadas com a água do córrego&lt;br /&gt;O esgoto do córrego&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já não há mais flores no Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;O campo já está limpo&lt;br /&gt;Como o Campo Limpo&lt;br /&gt;Santo Amaro, &lt;br /&gt;Rogai por nós &lt;br /&gt;Santa Cecília, &lt;br /&gt;Santana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lindas Perdizes,&lt;br /&gt;Não veremos mais &lt;br /&gt;Entre lagos em Interlagos&lt;br /&gt;Poluição&lt;br /&gt;Matando árvores,&lt;br /&gt;Pinheiros e Jardins,&lt;br /&gt;Problema&lt;br /&gt;Em Moema e toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;No Jabaquara&lt;br /&gt;Já não há quase nada&lt;br /&gt;Não há Saúde&lt;br /&gt;Desde as margens do Ipiranga,&lt;br /&gt;Ao Tatuapé&lt;br /&gt;Só se for a pé &lt;br /&gt;Trânsito é problema de todas as metrópoles&lt;br /&gt;Higienópolis,&lt;br /&gt;Não se anda&lt;br /&gt;Nem pelo Minhocão&lt;br /&gt;Não há solução&lt;br /&gt;Resta apenas a Consolação&lt;br /&gt;Longe do Paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Bem longe disso&lt;br /&gt;Ibirapuera,&lt;br /&gt;Quem dera&lt;br /&gt;Se toca&lt;br /&gt;Na Mooca&lt;br /&gt;Fala Sério&lt;br /&gt;Parei no Glicério&lt;br /&gt;Engarrafado, Assaltado&lt;br /&gt;Bem aqui&lt;br /&gt;Mandaqui,&lt;br /&gt;Cambuci,&lt;br /&gt;Morumbi,&lt;br /&gt;Itaim Bibi&lt;br /&gt;Sou seu fã &lt;br /&gt;Desde o Sacomã &lt;br /&gt;Até o Jaçanã&lt;br /&gt;Em Pirituba,&lt;br /&gt;Suba&lt;br /&gt;Ao Limão&lt;br /&gt;Que horas são?&lt;br /&gt;Já era &lt;br /&gt;Pra Itaquera&lt;br /&gt;Venha &lt;br /&gt;Pra Penha&lt;br /&gt;Tenha uma Bela Vista&lt;br /&gt;insista&lt;br /&gt;É Avenida Paulista&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há mais flores no Campo Belo&lt;br /&gt;Nem em campo algum&lt;br /&gt;Em qualquer lugar de São Paulo&lt;br /&gt;Sem flores,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem vida&lt;br /&gt;Já não há mais vida...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aonde estão as flores do Campo Belo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5885392006665892126?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que não foi&lt;br /&gt;Do que talvez não era pra ser&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que martela, dói no peito&lt;br /&gt;Te faz perguntar: "Porquê não, meu deus"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-214170094543786036?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/214170094543786036/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=214170094543786036' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/214170094543786036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/214170094543786036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2010/04/saudade.html' title='Saudade'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6784703886291859143</id><published>2010-01-30T10:43:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T11:02:06.674-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Exatamente Assim</title><content type='html'>Deixe-me ser,&lt;br /&gt;Assim,&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente assim,&lt;br /&gt;Livre,&lt;br /&gt;Do jeito que eu quiser ser...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me critique,&lt;br /&gt;Não me julgue,&lt;br /&gt;Não me subestime &lt;br /&gt;Nem me superestime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me veja,&lt;br /&gt;Exatamente assim como eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Sem seu julgamento massacrante&lt;br /&gt;Sem suas falácias&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se vocês fossem tão perfeitos assim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julgando friamente,&lt;br /&gt;Criticando, comentando, fuxicando&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida seria assim tão fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Se não fossemos tão vulneráveis ao que sentimos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos são vulneráveis&lt;br /&gt;Em maior ou menor grau&lt;br /&gt;Pra que esse olhar e análise tão frias?&lt;br /&gt;Pra que se debruçar sobre a vida alheia?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seria tão fácil,&lt;br /&gt;Se fossemos robôs,&lt;br /&gt;Analisando, calculando e avaliando,&lt;br /&gt;Matematicamente, nossas melhores chances&lt;br /&gt;Nossos melhores passos a seguir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não somos assim,&lt;br /&gt;Cada um, um vulcão&lt;br /&gt;Envolto em expectativas, sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Insegurança, precipitação&lt;br /&gt;Todos os sentimentos...&lt;br /&gt;Prestes a entrar em erupção&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todos,&lt;br /&gt;Misturados em um caldeirão&lt;br /&gt;Distorcendo sua razão,&lt;br /&gt;Atrapalhando seus passos,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas às vezes,&lt;br /&gt;Por mera intuição,&lt;br /&gt;Você se envolve em imensa felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Encontra o caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Tem sucesso&lt;br /&gt;E seu vulcãozinho interno&lt;br /&gt;Esse mesmo caldeirão&lt;br /&gt;Explode&lt;br /&gt;E te faz gritar, pular, exultar&lt;br /&gt;E se entregar com toda a força&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso me aceite,&lt;br /&gt;Apenas como eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Não mais do que isso,&lt;br /&gt;Nem menos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me critique,&lt;br /&gt;Não me julgue,&lt;br /&gt;Não me corrija,&lt;br /&gt;Não me confronte,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que também,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho que te aceitar,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como você é&lt;br /&gt;Em defeitos, qualidades e sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sejamos livres então,&lt;br /&gt;Pra ser quem somos,&lt;br /&gt;Sem medo de errar, &lt;br /&gt;De ser criticados,&lt;br /&gt;De ser julgados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas como somos....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6784703886291859143?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6784703886291859143/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6784703886291859143' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6784703886291859143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6784703886291859143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2010/01/exatamente-assim.html' title='Exatamente Assim'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8376021953301081848</id><published>2010-01-17T15:17:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T15:21:31.201-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Canção da Vitória</title><content type='html'>Tudo o que você tentou construir&lt;br /&gt;Em suas mil tentativas&lt;br /&gt;Os caminhos que você tentou seguir&lt;br /&gt;Todos as suas expectativas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os sonhos que você já teve&lt;br /&gt;Os castelos de areia que construiu&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se vai, na rede&lt;br /&gt;O vento levou, sumiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você sua, tenta, chora,&lt;br /&gt;Emprega todas as suas forças,&lt;br /&gt;Se esforça,&lt;br /&gt;Até as últimas energias do seu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando ser feliz....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue caindo, levantando&lt;br /&gt;Chorando, se desesperando,&lt;br /&gt;Ressurgindo, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segue tentando,&lt;br /&gt;Não conseguindo,&lt;br /&gt;Chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca sorrindo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca entendendo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por que? Por que?&lt;br /&gt;Será? Vai ser?&lt;br /&gt;Quando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ensinado a nunca desistir,&lt;br /&gt;Guiado pelo luz,&lt;br /&gt;Você quer se levantar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;você sonha com a glória&lt;br /&gt;Sonha com troféus &lt;br /&gt;Você quer mudar sua história&lt;br /&gt;Quer a apoteose e os céus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O céu,&lt;br /&gt;É seu...&lt;br /&gt;Os céus...&lt;br /&gt;Aos seus pés....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo aos seus pés&lt;br /&gt;A vitória,&lt;br /&gt;O fim de tudo e a glória,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca mais a derrota...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você segue perdendo algumas lutas&lt;br /&gt;Legítimo lutador, litígios, labutas&lt;br /&gt;Livre, e feliz, finalmente&lt;br /&gt;Ferozmente&lt;br /&gt;Você solta o grito e comemora,&lt;br /&gt;Ergue a mão ao alto &lt;br /&gt;Agradece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se sente um campeão&lt;br /&gt;E nada foi em vão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu tanto na vida,&lt;br /&gt;Perdeu tanto no amor&lt;br /&gt;Tanto choro, tanta dor&lt;br /&gt;Derrotas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas já foi...&lt;br /&gt;Se foi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora é tempo da felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Olhos nos olhos apaixonados &lt;br /&gt;Sair pela cidade,&lt;br /&gt;Na companhia de entes amados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo que você errou,&lt;br /&gt;Que você chorou,&lt;br /&gt;Os erros bizonhos, bizarros e primários,&lt;br /&gt;Sim você errou!&lt;br /&gt;E todos erram! &lt;br /&gt;Admitindo, escondendo, negando ou não&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso importa mais&lt;br /&gt;Você sofreu chorou e aprendeu&lt;br /&gt;Pra nunca mais esquecer,&lt;br /&gt;Pra chegar aqui e ser&lt;br /&gt;O legítimo abençoado&lt;br /&gt;O melhor, o mais amado,&lt;br /&gt;Legítimo campeão&lt;br /&gt;Orgulho de toda uma nação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De seus pais, amigos, conhecidos&lt;br /&gt;A inveja dos seus inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso te atinge&lt;br /&gt;Permanece firme, sábio e sereno&lt;br /&gt;Olhar de esfinge...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curta esse momento,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é curta,&lt;br /&gt;Lugar mais alto do pódio&lt;br /&gt;O fim de todo o ódio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vitória,&lt;br /&gt;Doce, demorada, deliciosa&lt;br /&gt;Vitória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã outra luta,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Todo o imenso esforço de novo&lt;br /&gt;Mas hoje,&lt;br /&gt;Vitória&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É só o que importa por hoje&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V-I-T-Ó-R-I-A!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-8376021953301081848?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/8376021953301081848/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=8376021953301081848' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8376021953301081848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8376021953301081848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2010/01/cancao-da-vitoria.html' title='A Canção da Vitória'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-790952423244484226</id><published>2010-01-08T22:44:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-08T23:56:04.121-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Do Limbo</title><content type='html'>De volta do limbo&lt;br /&gt;Há muita coisa a se revelar,&lt;br /&gt;Um grande tempo de reflexões&lt;br /&gt;Muito tempo pra meditar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim, do limbo&lt;br /&gt;Muita coisa a se criar&lt;br /&gt;Ostracismo, isolamento&lt;br /&gt;Algo a se considerar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o limbo,&lt;br /&gt;Onde nada ocorre,&lt;br /&gt;Nada acontece&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é infinito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu fui,&lt;br /&gt;Depois que o vi o mundo ruir&lt;br /&gt;Em frente aos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pensei não haver mais jeito,&lt;br /&gt;Não haver mais volta,&lt;br /&gt;Não haver mais solução&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Viajar ao limbo,&lt;br /&gt;Ao nada,&lt;br /&gt;Ao lugar da reflexão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um encontro consigo mesmo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indo ao limbo,&lt;br /&gt;Viajando,&lt;br /&gt;Devaneando,&lt;br /&gt;Em pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Em ilusões&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ressurjo,&lt;br /&gt;Renasço&lt;br /&gt;Vivo outra vez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E repenso,&lt;br /&gt;Reflito,&lt;br /&gt;Uma exploração intensa de mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos abrem,&lt;br /&gt;Corpo se move,&lt;br /&gt;Coração bate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E mudo os paradigmas,&lt;br /&gt;Renasço,&lt;br /&gt;Recrio,&lt;br /&gt;Bato asas,&lt;br /&gt;Para voar,&lt;br /&gt;Para nascer outra vez&lt;br /&gt;Para voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Para ressurgir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais forte que nunca,&lt;br /&gt;Assim sou eu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta do limbo...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-790952423244484226?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/790952423244484226/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=790952423244484226' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/790952423244484226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/790952423244484226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2010/01/do-limbo.html' title='Do Limbo'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2262950821344259534</id><published>2009-12-04T10:12:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T09:53:12.224-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cárcere</title><content type='html'>Acende a luz ,&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Que insiste em não se abrir&lt;br /&gt;Que me tranca aqui em meio à escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire do quarto escuro,&lt;br /&gt;Ouça minhas súplicas,&lt;br /&gt;Meu pranto, minha dor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus gritos desesperados por socorro....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Destranca a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Pegue minha mão...&lt;br /&gt;Me afague&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seque minhas lágrimas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende essa luz,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Ouça meu choro,&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre um caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Um horizonte, uma perspectiva...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma solução....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Me dá seu ombro,&lt;br /&gt;Teu colo,&lt;br /&gt;Teu corpo,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me falta,&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto preciso&lt;br /&gt;Que tanto me desatina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso,&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Me pegue pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre a saída&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me conforte,&lt;br /&gt;Me abrace e me entenda,&lt;br /&gt;Tenho muito medo&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanta escuridão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estou gritando,&lt;br /&gt;Chorando,&lt;br /&gt;Esvanecendo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Abre a porta,&lt;br /&gt;Me mostre a luz do dia,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire daqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acende a luz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2262950821344259534?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2262950821344259534/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2262950821344259534' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2262950821344259534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2262950821344259534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/12/carcere.html' title='Cárcere'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-112458204136033190</id><published>2009-11-06T21:06:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T20:20:13.032-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Meu Entendimento Disso Tudo</title><content type='html'>Não entendi,&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sem entender&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nunca entenderia,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não seja para ser entendido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não entendo,&lt;br /&gt;Será que tem alguma coisa pra entender?&lt;br /&gt;Faz o mínimo sentido pra tentar ser entendido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não sei,&lt;br /&gt;Continuo sem saber,&lt;br /&gt;Seguindo,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorando a razão das coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não os entendo,&lt;br /&gt;Como podem ser assim?&lt;br /&gt;Como pode funcionar assim?&lt;br /&gt;Alguém já parou pra pensar nisso antes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente não se entende,&lt;br /&gt;Só segue,&lt;br /&gt;Se conhece, se mede&lt;br /&gt;Não se reconhece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens não se entendem,&lt;br /&gt;As famílias não se entendem,&lt;br /&gt;As religiões não se entendem,&lt;br /&gt;Os corações não se entendem,&lt;br /&gt;DEUS!&lt;br /&gt;Por quê Você não me entende?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu,&lt;br /&gt;Já desisti de entender....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-112458204136033190?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/112458204136033190/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=112458204136033190' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/112458204136033190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/112458204136033190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/11/meu-entendimento-disso-tudo.html' title='Meu Entendimento Disso Tudo'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5248262926153291647</id><published>2009-10-28T21:58:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:05:23.889-02:00</updated><title type='text'>No fim do Túnel...</title><content type='html'>Tanto dissabor....&lt;br /&gt;Tantas dúvidas....&lt;br /&gt;Tantos caminhos...&lt;br /&gt;O que acontecerá?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta e tamanha dor...&lt;br /&gt;Sofrimento,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta angústia...&lt;br /&gt;De nós o que será?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida vai,&lt;br /&gt;No fio da navalha&lt;br /&gt;Não há luz no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;Ou algo que o valha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Enigmática como sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda parada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que segue&lt;br /&gt;Que ruma,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei pra onde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que segue,&lt;br /&gt;Não diz pra onde&lt;br /&gt;Somente segue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Há a vida,&lt;br /&gt;Que morre,&lt;br /&gt;Que mata algo em mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que vida?&lt;br /&gt;Que para,&lt;br /&gt;Que mata,&lt;br /&gt;Que não sabe&lt;br /&gt;Para onde vai...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5248262926153291647?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5248262926153291647/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5248262926153291647' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5248262926153291647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5248262926153291647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/10/no-fim-do-tunel.html' title='No fim do Túnel...'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7043886286171956528</id><published>2009-10-09T02:13:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T02:23:09.459-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Nada Mais</title><content type='html'>Nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanta cor,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Tem tanto amor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;tem tanta graça,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;disfarça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida tá dura&lt;br /&gt;Difícil de engolir&lt;br /&gt;Sem porres de álcool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Parece ter sentido,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Parece ser tão bonito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tente continuar,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo,&lt;br /&gt;Fingindo que o que você tem&lt;br /&gt;É mais do que suficiente...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;Parece satisfazer,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;Parece preencher&lt;br /&gt;O vazio que me tomou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De repente&lt;br /&gt;Todo o mais&lt;br /&gt;Desabou&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o que era tudo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é nada mais....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você finge que sorri&lt;br /&gt;Nada demais&lt;br /&gt;Só pra fora...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você finge ser feliz,&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Você é que diz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Estar tão satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Ser tão feliz&lt;br /&gt;Tão completo e pleno&lt;br /&gt;Como antes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Vai trazer isso de volta&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Será parecido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Completará&lt;br /&gt;Todo o mais&lt;br /&gt;Viverei como iludido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Como aquelas noites&lt;br /&gt;Nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais&lt;br /&gt;Como a lindeza de você me dizendo:&lt;br /&gt;Vamos ser felizes&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7043886286171956528?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7043886286171956528/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7043886286171956528' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7043886286171956528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7043886286171956528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/10/nada-mais.html' title='Nada Mais'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1829439970285177357</id><published>2009-09-09T00:06:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T00:25:10.078-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Silêncio</title><content type='html'>Silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;shhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre os corações&lt;br /&gt;Que pararam de pulsar&lt;br /&gt;E entre aqueles dois&lt;br /&gt;Que pararam de se olhar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre ex-apaixonados&lt;br /&gt;Que pararam de se amar&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais nada&lt;br /&gt;Para melhor se expressar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do que o silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um hiato....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma pausa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Infinita....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O limbo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O nada....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para todo aquele&lt;br /&gt;Que parou de acreditar&lt;br /&gt;E para esse&lt;br /&gt;Que não quer mais conversar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;shhhhh&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mordaça é a lei&lt;br /&gt;De quem foge da dor&lt;br /&gt;Simples solução&lt;br /&gt;Para quem já gastou todo o amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;Mais nada...&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não fere,&lt;br /&gt;Não machuca,&lt;br /&gt;Não esquenta,&lt;br /&gt;Não esfria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;Velado....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comunicação falha entre nós&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos confusos&lt;br /&gt;Eu falo o que não queria dizer&lt;br /&gt;Você entende o que eu queria dizer ao contrário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu não quis dizer isso,&lt;br /&gt;Mas disse,&lt;br /&gt;O ruído na comunicação é eterno&lt;br /&gt;Estrago permanente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se faz o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Gritante, esperneando dor, desentendimento&lt;br /&gt;Confusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio&lt;br /&gt;Pra tentar entender,&lt;br /&gt;Pra não se arrepender,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio....&lt;br /&gt;Ausência de idéias&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos,&lt;br /&gt;Algo relevante a expressar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silêncio...&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais a declarar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shhhhhhhhhhh....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1829439970285177357?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1829439970285177357/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1829439970285177357' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1829439970285177357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1829439970285177357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/09/silencio.html' title='Silêncio'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-697848628913284992</id><published>2009-08-19T13:37:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T14:00:24.848-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Palavras</title><content type='html'>Palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que calam,&lt;br /&gt;Que por vezes não dizem nada,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não falam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que disfarçam,&lt;br /&gt;Que mascaram,&lt;br /&gt;Que escondem,&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que não falam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que se escondem&lt;br /&gt;Em um silêncio eloquente,&lt;br /&gt;Em olhares&lt;br /&gt;Em gestos inocentes&lt;br /&gt;Tudo fala tanto quanto palavras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que por vezes dissimulam&lt;br /&gt;Simulam,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não se pode,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que não se quer,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que é feio dizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Muitas existem&lt;br /&gt;Poucas definem,&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda existem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anseiam por ser faladas,&lt;br /&gt;Anseiam por ser usadas,&lt;br /&gt;E não mais tão mascaradas&lt;br /&gt;Não mais tão surradas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Sussurradas,&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes doem tanto quanto um golpe&lt;br /&gt;Ofendem mais que um xingamento explícito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sutis ironias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que muitas delas são usadas&lt;br /&gt;Em um discurso longo, prolixo&lt;br /&gt;Vazio&lt;br /&gt;Muitas palavras que não falam nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras&lt;br /&gt;que às vezes choram,&lt;br /&gt;Sangram&lt;br /&gt;Gritam sem ser altas,&lt;br /&gt;Sem ser ouvidas,&lt;br /&gt;Existem,&lt;br /&gt;Sem sequer ser escritas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Existem no silêncio&lt;br /&gt;No vácuo da comunicação,&lt;br /&gt;Padronizada, quadrada e cheia de preconceitos&lt;br /&gt;De todos os seres humanos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras que expressam,&lt;br /&gt;Se apressam ou não&lt;br /&gt;Em dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Em esconder,&lt;br /&gt;Em calar,&lt;br /&gt;O que se quer,&lt;br /&gt;O que se deseja....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-697848628913284992?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/697848628913284992/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=697848628913284992' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/697848628913284992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/697848628913284992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/palavras.html' title='Palavras'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8500017407095234730</id><published>2009-08-13T11:54:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T12:00:04.018-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Atire a Primeira Pedra</title><content type='html'>Atire a primeira pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca errou,&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca se entregou,&lt;br /&gt;Quem sempre foi perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que atire a primeira pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca sonhou desvairadamente,&lt;br /&gt;Quem nunca quebrou a cara,&lt;br /&gt;Quem não tem defeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atire uma pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca amou sem antes ver se era amado&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca tentou e errou,&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca se arrependeu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atire a primeira pedra,&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca chorou pelo que poderia ter sido,&lt;br /&gt;Se nunca machucou ninguém&lt;br /&gt;Se você não é realmente humano&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-8500017407095234730?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/8500017407095234730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=8500017407095234730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8500017407095234730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8500017407095234730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/atire-primeira-pedra.html' title='Atire a Primeira Pedra'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6273342121528198825</id><published>2009-08-09T23:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T23:59:10.383-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Oração dos Apedrejados</title><content type='html'>Ó grande Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Livrai-nos das pessoas limitadas&lt;br /&gt;Dos fracos de alma,&lt;br /&gt;Das pessoas alienadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó Senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Livrai-nos dos interesseiros&lt;br /&gt;Corruptos, gananciosos&lt;br /&gt;Brotando por toda a parte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos deixai contaminar pela inveja&lt;br /&gt;Que assola a muitas cabeças ocas&lt;br /&gt;Brinde-nos com toda sua arte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ó senhor!&lt;br /&gt;Livrai-nos da falsidade&lt;br /&gt;Da hipocrisia, da bajulação barata,&lt;br /&gt;Fornecei às pessoas o sentido da poesia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bondoso Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Não nos deixai arrogantes e estúpidos demais&lt;br /&gt;A ponto de não enxergar nossos erros&lt;br /&gt;E querer mascará-los a tudo custo&lt;br /&gt;Nosso ego não é digno de colossal busto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grande Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Nos brindai todo dia com o sentido da vida&lt;br /&gt;Quando estivermos tristes com o inferno que os homens fazem&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sejamos capazes de sorrir&lt;br /&gt;E enxergar o sentido de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Como a tênue luz no fim do túnel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Nos livrai dessas pessoas tão mesquinhas,&lt;br /&gt;Tão superficiais e sem coração&lt;br /&gt;Que criticam, julgam sem sequer saber,&lt;br /&gt;Por fraqueza, medo, inveja,&lt;br /&gt;Por mal ou pelo que quer que seja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E senhor,&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vida me apedrejar demais,&lt;br /&gt;Quando essas pessoas fracas me apedrejarem demais&lt;br /&gt;Por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Cure minhas cicatrizes,&lt;br /&gt;Afaste minha dor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me forte o suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Para enfrentar essa chuva de pedras...&lt;br /&gt;Sem nunca fraquejar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas faça-me também sábio o suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Para não ter a mínima vontade,&lt;br /&gt;De jogar de volta sequer um pedregulho...&lt;br /&gt;Por raiva ou vingança,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AMÉN!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6273342121528198825?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6273342121528198825/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6273342121528198825' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6273342121528198825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6273342121528198825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/oracao-dos-apedrejados.html' title='Oração dos Apedrejados'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1726600708738801998</id><published>2009-08-03T01:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T02:05:02.076-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonhador</title><content type='html'>Eu ainda sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Com muita coisa diferente disso&lt;br /&gt;Com tudo tão diferente disso&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo vai mudar&lt;br /&gt;Que o que já foi bom talvez vá voltar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Que coisas novas virão&lt;br /&gt;E que coisas muito melhores serão&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho em ser inocente de novo...&lt;br /&gt;Em me desprender das mágoas que poluem meu subconsciente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sonho também em ser esperto o suficiente,&lt;br /&gt;Para perceber rapidamente aqueles que não querem meu bem&lt;br /&gt;Sem contudo se afetar por isso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho,&lt;br /&gt;Com uma paz bucólica eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Rodeada por verde e noite de estrelas&lt;br /&gt;Com lindas canções e bela paisagem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com sempre aprender e ser melhor,&lt;br /&gt;Com cultura, elegância, modos,&lt;br /&gt;Educação plena,&lt;br /&gt;O culto da essência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com trabalho que satisfaça&lt;br /&gt;Com pessoas que te satisfaçam&lt;br /&gt;Não te critiquem e te aceitem assim como você é&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com uma vida pura e sem os desvios&lt;br /&gt;Os desvios da vida,&lt;br /&gt;A corrupção, inveja e superficialidade&lt;br /&gt;Como a nascente límpida de um belo riacho&lt;br /&gt;Que você nada, brinca e se diverte como criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonho ainda que esse riacho&lt;br /&gt;Leve essa amargura,&lt;br /&gt;Seque essa amargura&lt;br /&gt;E traga águas claras e límpidas para todas as almas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que esse riacho flua,&lt;br /&gt;E se conduza a um belo e formoso rio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que seja um belo rio cheio de peixes,&lt;br /&gt;Rodeado por melodias de pássaros&lt;br /&gt;Por pessoas felizes e inocentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que se amam, se querem e se aceitam&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a simplicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Que todos os dias o sol brilhe&lt;br /&gt;E alumie a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E que quando alguma tristeza vier&lt;br /&gt;Que venha a chuva&lt;br /&gt;Lave a alma e fortaleça a lavoura&lt;br /&gt;Que trará alimento e sustento&lt;br /&gt;A bolso, coração e alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O sonho vive,&lt;br /&gt;O sonho existe,&lt;br /&gt;O sonho move....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E assim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu insisto em sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;E assim,&lt;br /&gt;Insisto em lutar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E por isso,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu ainda sonho....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1726600708738801998?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1726600708738801998/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1726600708738801998' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1726600708738801998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1726600708738801998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/08/sonhador.html' title='Sonhador'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2069844620415684663</id><published>2009-07-17T12:02:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:32:45.959-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Diminua</title><content type='html'>Você faz tudo que se espera de você&lt;br /&gt;Você busca aprovação&lt;br /&gt;Você tenta ser aceito&lt;br /&gt;Quer se encaixar no padrão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subconsciente abstrato coletivo&lt;br /&gt;Te pressiona, julga e massacra&lt;br /&gt;Você padece carregando essa cruz&lt;br /&gt;Por uma longa e sofrida Via Sacra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se preocupa com a aparência&lt;br /&gt;Nunca está satisfeito&lt;br /&gt;Você apodrece a essência&lt;br /&gt;Ainda tenta ser aceito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por uma coletividade burra e hipócrita&lt;br /&gt;A julgar todos os defeitos de outrém&lt;br /&gt;Mas não enxerga a realidade insólita&lt;br /&gt;E você deseja desesperadamente alguém&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para beijar, namorar, casar&lt;br /&gt;Por que é isso que se espera de você&lt;br /&gt;Que esse alguém por favor venha lhe salvar&lt;br /&gt;Afinal, você continua à mercê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do julgamento burro coletivo&lt;br /&gt;Da opinião precipitada e superficial&lt;br /&gt;A inveja é o maior incentivo&lt;br /&gt;Da mentalidade tacanha e banal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ao que é tão diferente&lt;br /&gt;Apedreja-se, ataca-se, diminui&lt;br /&gt;Significa ameaça à coletiva mente&lt;br /&gt;Medo de encarar a verdade nua&lt;br /&gt;Então, siga!&lt;br /&gt;Apedreje, ataque, diminua....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2069844620415684663?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2069844620415684663/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2069844620415684663' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2069844620415684663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2069844620415684663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/07/diminua.html' title='Diminua'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3976313596233724750</id><published>2009-07-13T16:35:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T16:39:57.180-03:00</updated><title type='text'>La Nostálgia</title><content type='html'>Era tudo tão fácil antes,&lt;br /&gt;No games,&lt;br /&gt;Sem jogos, sem barreiras&lt;br /&gt;Era só se entregar&lt;br /&gt;Só se deixar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão melhor antes&lt;br /&gt;No worries&lt;br /&gt;Nada a se preocupar&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente bom&lt;br /&gt;Nada a acrescentar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo mudou tanto,&lt;br /&gt;Foi tão rápido que nem percebi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E já estava tudo arruinado&lt;br /&gt;Foi assim que me vi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo se perdeu&lt;br /&gt;E nem mesmo percebi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo desabou&lt;br /&gt;Subitamente,&lt;br /&gt;Morri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3976313596233724750?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3976313596233724750/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3976313596233724750' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3976313596233724750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3976313596233724750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/07/la-nostalgia.html' title='La Nostálgia'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1079357993835881344</id><published>2009-07-10T15:43:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T16:29:59.413-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Contesto</title><content type='html'>Se entregue a outro ponto de vista,&lt;br /&gt;Veja a renovação&lt;br /&gt;Afaste a dogma pessimista&lt;br /&gt;Se renda à anunciação&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assista aos sinais de mudança&lt;br /&gt;Veja, ouça, sinta&lt;br /&gt;Reconheça o valor de toda a andança&lt;br /&gt;Admita, diga, não minta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E sinta o mundo por outros ares&lt;br /&gt;Saia dessa roda viciada&lt;br /&gt;Círculo vicioso, voz abafada&lt;br /&gt;A imensidão dos novos mares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Novo, belo e divisor&lt;br /&gt;Nunca é tarde para perceber&lt;br /&gt;Repense e realize&lt;br /&gt;As novidades do seu descobridor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pronto, moderno e contestador&lt;br /&gt;Chegou a hora de conceber&lt;br /&gt;Atue e atualize&lt;br /&gt;Novo horizonte desafiador&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1079357993835881344?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1079357993835881344/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1079357993835881344' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1079357993835881344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1079357993835881344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/07/contesto.html' title='Contesto'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7732878737919984108</id><published>2009-06-17T12:13:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T12:28:22.157-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Fui Ver o Mundo Por Ae</title><content type='html'>Fui dar um rolê por ae,&lt;br /&gt;Fui viajar,&lt;br /&gt;Fui ver o mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Fui conhecer quem eu sou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fiquei em "off" por uns tempos&lt;br /&gt;Me desliguei de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Expandi fronteiras,&lt;br /&gt;Saí desse mundo limitado&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fui espairecer de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;E saber quem eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo é tão grande&lt;br /&gt;Bem maior do que tudo que você já me ofereceu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universo limitado, mundano, banal&lt;br /&gt;Falácias da vida alheia&lt;br /&gt;A pequenez, ignorância, desprezo cultural&lt;br /&gt;O universo opressor que nos permeia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cansei de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu quero mais do mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Bem mais do que até hoje você me ofereceu&lt;br /&gt;Quem é que foi que não mereceu?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Universo limitado,&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ser mais um alienado,&lt;br /&gt;Quero mais do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quero bem mais disso tudo....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7732878737919984108?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7732878737919984108/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7732878737919984108' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7732878737919984108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7732878737919984108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/06/fui-ver-o-mundo-por-ae.html' title='Fui Ver o Mundo Por Ae'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6388008380927414805</id><published>2009-03-11T22:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T23:16:59.281-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Redenção</title><content type='html'>A vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Se perguntando,&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrendo e não entendendo,&lt;br /&gt;O porquê de tanto sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Querendo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sendo recusado&lt;br /&gt;Sempre perdendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas,&lt;br /&gt;A nossa hora vai chegar&lt;br /&gt;E então a gente vai gritar&lt;br /&gt;E explodir de felicidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virá uma chuva para limpar,&lt;br /&gt;Lavar a alma,&lt;br /&gt;Nos redimir,&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E não importam mais os erros&lt;br /&gt;Não importam mais as infantilidades,&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso importa mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somos humanos,&lt;br /&gt;Erramos, sofremos,&lt;br /&gt;Choramos, gritamos&lt;br /&gt;Machucamos a quem mais amamos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas não importa mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrada foi longa,&lt;br /&gt;Dura,&lt;br /&gt;Tantos obstáculos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tão difícil transpor,&lt;br /&gt;Mas o prélio está terminando&lt;br /&gt;Já se vê a luz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz,&lt;br /&gt;Vai te permitir enxergar,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os segredos,&lt;br /&gt;Toda a sabedoria&lt;br /&gt;Que agora vai se revelar,&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tanto sofrer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E então,&lt;br /&gt;Reconhecerás,&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade plena,&lt;br /&gt;O estado permanente de êxtase,&lt;br /&gt;O trófeu por toda essa estrada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós afastamos todas as pedras do nosso caminho,&lt;br /&gt;Chegamos ao auge,&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais nada,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é o nosso lugar,&lt;br /&gt;E daqui nunca mais sairemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para sempre....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6388008380927414805?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6388008380927414805/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6388008380927414805' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6388008380927414805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6388008380927414805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/03/redencao.html' title='Redenção'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2109691017923314163</id><published>2009-03-06T23:59:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T00:11:24.968-03:00</updated><title type='text'>As Sobras</title><content type='html'>E sobra tanta falta no final&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tudo que nos faz mal&lt;br /&gt;E o que mais falta, afinal&lt;br /&gt;Amor que já sobrou no carnaval&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tanta falta, afinal&lt;br /&gt;Amor que faltou no final&lt;br /&gt;E no final do nosso amor&lt;br /&gt;Só faltou o amor, afinal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E provo desse amor requentado&lt;br /&gt;Frio como as sobras da almoço&lt;br /&gt;De anteontem&lt;br /&gt;Já perdeu o tempero e o sabor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nas sobras e nas cinzas do amor&lt;br /&gt;Nas nossas horas últimas e derradeiras&lt;br /&gt;Não resta muito o que dizer&lt;br /&gt;Só recolher nossos restos e continuar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tanta falta&lt;br /&gt;Falta de mim, de nós, de amor&lt;br /&gt;De tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tudo&lt;br /&gt;Sobra tudo que há falta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os restos de nós&lt;br /&gt;Restou tão pouco&lt;br /&gt;Estamos tomando os últimos goles&lt;br /&gt;Mal dá pra sentir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os restos de tudo&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que é escasso e raro&lt;br /&gt;De tudo que se foi&lt;br /&gt;E que a gente acredita que ainda não morreu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentar ver se sobra alguma coisa&lt;br /&gt;Mas falta tanta coisa&lt;br /&gt;E sobra tanta falta no final&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2109691017923314163?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2109691017923314163/comments/default' title='Postar 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7929775653892659139</id><published>2009-02-19T11:03:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:12:00.661-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Saudade Eterna</title><content type='html'>Saudade eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Dos tempos de aurora,&lt;br /&gt;Saudade eterna,&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade de outrora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade imensa,&lt;br /&gt;De toda a felicidade&lt;br /&gt;Saudade imensa,&lt;br /&gt;Toda aquela inocência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a destruição&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza profunda,&lt;br /&gt;Mal entendidos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo só a pura cegueira,&lt;br /&gt;Dos egos, dos orgulhos,&lt;br /&gt;Da fogueira das vaidades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade ardente,&lt;br /&gt;Da pureza das coisas,&lt;br /&gt;Da descoberta,&lt;br /&gt;Do deslumbramento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade intensa,&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus tempos de grandeza&lt;br /&gt;De altivez&lt;br /&gt;Agora só vejo o resto de mim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma parte de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Que rasteja, sucumbe&lt;br /&gt;Cede à vida,&lt;br /&gt;Arde em ódio, orgulho cego&lt;br /&gt;Se deprime, se esvai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, intensa, imensa,&lt;br /&gt;Eterna&lt;br /&gt;Dói, arde, inflama,&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixa mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade do Grande que já fui&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que não mais consigo ser&lt;br /&gt;Tantas incuráveis mágoas&lt;br /&gt;Corroem agora o meu ser&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pureza da minha alma que se foi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Livrai-me Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Perdoai me Deus,&lt;br /&gt;Por ter sucumbido ao lado negro do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Por ter me contaminado desses sentimentos ruins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudade, de quando a vida era tão fácil&lt;br /&gt;De quando o amor apenas alimentava&lt;br /&gt;E não machucava&lt;br /&gt;Saudade de quando tudo era perfeito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saudades, saudades, saudades.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7929775653892659139?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7929775653892659139/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7929775653892659139' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7929775653892659139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7929775653892659139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/02/saudade-eterna.html' title='Saudade Eterna'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-160697559744436004</id><published>2009-02-13T01:15:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T01:28:54.337-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Química, Física e Filosofia</title><content type='html'>Nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;É pura química,&lt;br /&gt;Física&lt;br /&gt;Mas não há filosofia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tem empatia&lt;br /&gt;Em nada nos favorece&lt;br /&gt;A astrologia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fogo e terra&lt;br /&gt;Se rivalizam, se bicam&lt;br /&gt;Não se entendem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E semelhança musical&lt;br /&gt;Esta não há&lt;br /&gt;Visto que eu amo o Cazuza&lt;br /&gt;Você curte o Frejat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você e eu,&lt;br /&gt;Pura química,&lt;br /&gt;Reação explosiva&lt;br /&gt;Que no fim consome totalmente os reagentes&lt;br /&gt;Nós mesmos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente é pura física&lt;br /&gt;Lei da atração dos corpos&lt;br /&gt;Eu me atraio a você&lt;br /&gt;Você por mim&lt;br /&gt;E só&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada de filosofia, papo cabeça&lt;br /&gt;Afinidades&lt;br /&gt;Sem interação psicológica,&lt;br /&gt;Mental,&lt;br /&gt;A gente se entende na horizontal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E Einstein explica,&lt;br /&gt;Nos fazer entender um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Consome muita massa encefálica,&lt;br /&gt;E massa vira energia,&lt;br /&gt;Então a gente cansa.....&lt;br /&gt;Cansa demais se explicar um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixa que a física explique nosso caso&lt;br /&gt;De pura química&lt;br /&gt;Deixe nossos corpos se quererem&lt;br /&gt;A gente se cansa só na cama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não tente pensar, não tente entender&lt;br /&gt;Somente sinta,&lt;br /&gt;Somente ame,&lt;br /&gt;Somente queira&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somente me queira&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito carnal mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E a filosofia que explique depois....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-160697559744436004?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/160697559744436004/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=160697559744436004' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/160697559744436004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/160697559744436004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/02/quimica-fisica-e-filosofia.html' title='Química, Física e Filosofia'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-458937873744309917</id><published>2009-02-07T13:29:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T13:39:49.341-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Obrigado, adeus!</title><content type='html'>Obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Por todas as cartas de amor,&lt;br /&gt;Todos os momentos,&lt;br /&gt;Todas as juras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia trazer o céu a esse inferno em Terra,&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia me levar ao paraíso&lt;br /&gt;Por um dia me deixar embarcar&lt;br /&gt;Na profundidade dos teus olhos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Olhos, que me levaram tão bem&lt;br /&gt;Ao lado mais puro da tua alma,&lt;br /&gt;Que fizeram também transcender&lt;br /&gt;A minha própria alma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Pelas incontáveis noites de amor&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que de tão divino&lt;br /&gt;Seria ofensa chamar apenas de sexo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Por nos colocar a ambos&lt;br /&gt;Com aspirações de anjos&lt;br /&gt;Por me fazer viajar pela eternidade sem sair daqui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E digo obrigado&lt;br /&gt;Até mesmo,&lt;br /&gt;Pela imensa saudade que sinto agora&lt;br /&gt;Daquilo que nunca mais voltará&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado,&lt;br /&gt;Por fazer tão difícil agora&lt;br /&gt;Tão doloroso&lt;br /&gt;Dizer adeus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por ser a causa maior&lt;br /&gt;Dos meus milhões de desvarios&lt;br /&gt;Não querendo seguir minha vida&lt;br /&gt;Querendo ficar e insistir a todo custo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas amar, a si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Exige sabedoria,&lt;br /&gt;E sabedoria de saber quando ir embora,&lt;br /&gt;Saber quando temos que seguir nossos rumos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E dói dizer, dói muito!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obrigado!&lt;br /&gt;Mas, adeus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-458937873744309917?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/458937873744309917/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=458937873744309917' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/458937873744309917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/458937873744309917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/02/obrigado-adeus.html' title='Obrigado, adeus!'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3953163024771287042</id><published>2009-02-05T01:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T11:48:49.078-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Se eu ligar pra você</title><content type='html'>Hoje eu vou ligar para você&lt;br /&gt;Mas não vai ser pra reatar&lt;br /&gt;Só pra explicar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Por que não vou voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando eu estiver de novo te olhando&lt;br /&gt;Não pense mais que estarei te amando&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu virar as costas&lt;br /&gt;Não pense que eu vou voltar de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O fato de eu ainda pensar em você&lt;br /&gt;Não é sinônimo de te querer&lt;br /&gt;E se um dia ligar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Isso é tudo que você iria querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achar que de novo vou correr atrás de você&lt;br /&gt;Te bajular aos teus pés....&lt;br /&gt;Teu sonho!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você sobe no pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Esse orgulho infantil&lt;br /&gt;Nossa relação é um inferno astral&lt;br /&gt;Já virou um vazio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você se omite&lt;br /&gt;Se esconde em mil indiretas&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento não se admite&lt;br /&gt;Jeito sem objetivo ou metas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não vou ligar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Você espera o seu príncipe encantado&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca virá...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã talvez eu ligue pra você&lt;br /&gt;Pra te deixar com vontade&lt;br /&gt;Lembrar que eu sou bom&lt;br /&gt;E você nem admite.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando eu falar com você de novo&lt;br /&gt;Não pense que eu estou te querendo&lt;br /&gt;Posso desabafar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Mas não te darei o prazer de me ver sofrendo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas se eu não ligar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Cuidado com o ciúmes.....&lt;br /&gt;Não desconfie que há alguém melhor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pode ser bem verdade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se eu não ligar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ligar pra mim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só não morra se torturando, tá?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3953163024771287042?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8302373341144192760</id><published>2009-01-30T23:07:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T00:41:53.829-02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Espera</title><content type='html'>Esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Alguem que não vem&lt;br /&gt;Pra me salvar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando&lt;br /&gt;O que não se tem,&lt;br /&gt;Pra me curar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém,&lt;br /&gt;Numa eterna saudade&lt;br /&gt;Não se sabe do que....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esperando,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém que não vem&lt;br /&gt;Pra me salvar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-8302373341144192760?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8822798846270204461</id><published>2009-01-05T19:15:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T17:48:14.630-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Decadência</title><content type='html'>É triste constatar&lt;br /&gt;Sua frágil decadência&lt;br /&gt;Muito triste notar&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa demência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É triste observar&lt;br /&gt;Tanta decadência&lt;br /&gt;Necessita recuperar&lt;br /&gt;Essa alma com urgência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo, Santo, Santo&lt;br /&gt;Me abrigue em seu manto&lt;br /&gt;Qual é a razão&lt;br /&gt;Para tanto desencanto?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Santo, Santo, Santo&lt;br /&gt;Conceda-me acalanto&lt;br /&gt;Afague a minha dor&lt;br /&gt;Acalme o meu pranto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tão triste ressaltar&lt;br /&gt;Notória decadência&lt;br /&gt;Você infla o seu ego&lt;br /&gt;Se destrói com iminência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caráter que se foi&lt;br /&gt;Inocência corrompida&lt;br /&gt;Assisto a despedida&lt;br /&gt;Com frustrante impotência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada pode parar&lt;br /&gt;Sua desenfreada decadência&lt;br /&gt;Já é impossível controlar.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...triste decadência....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-8822798846270204461?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/8822798846270204461/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=8822798846270204461' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8822798846270204461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/8822798846270204461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2009/01/decadncia.html' title='Decadência'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5286347215247656522</id><published>2008-12-22T22:01:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:57:39.976-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sem Freios</title><content type='html'>Amar,&lt;br /&gt;Sem fronteiras,&lt;br /&gt;Sem limites,&lt;br /&gt;Tresloucadamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se doar,&lt;br /&gt;Até o último fio do seu cabelo&lt;br /&gt;Até suas últimas forças,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele restinho de energia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sangrar,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar, sofrer desvairadamente&lt;br /&gt;Para depois sorrir de novo&lt;br /&gt;Amar mais ainda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar,&lt;br /&gt;Com o conto de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;Com o príncipe no cavalo branco&lt;br /&gt;E a princesa alva e bela&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Com o "felizes para sempre"&lt;br /&gt;Com a vida perfeita&lt;br /&gt;Com toda a pureza das coisas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voar alto, muito alto&lt;br /&gt;Sonhar, devanear&lt;br /&gt;Dar asas, nunca cortá-las&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voando como Ícaro&lt;br /&gt;Perto do sol, caindo, despencando&lt;br /&gt;Se ferindo, machucando&lt;br /&gt;E querendo voar novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desculpe por pisar nos seus sonhos.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amar,&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer,&lt;br /&gt;Esperar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espernear,&lt;br /&gt;Chorar,&lt;br /&gt;Amar de novo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ou viver sem amar?&lt;br /&gt;&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/5601447332247938330-5286347215247656522?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5286347215247656522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5286347215247656522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5286347215247656522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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dizer nada&lt;br /&gt;Fico ainda mais melancólico&lt;br /&gt;O destino e mais uma cilada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre tantos desencontros&lt;br /&gt;De retalhos nunca se emenda&lt;br /&gt;Outros tantos encontros&lt;br /&gt;Espero que um dia você entenda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nossa rota viaja cheia de desvios&lt;br /&gt;É mal sinalizada&lt;br /&gt;Nós entramos na rua errada&lt;br /&gt;Até hoje a ver navios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seguimos nos desencontrando&lt;br /&gt;Dança com outro par no meio do salão&lt;br /&gt;Outra vez nos vamos reencontrando&lt;br /&gt;Até o próximo xote ou baião&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pegamos a próxima estrada&lt;br /&gt;O reencontro com malas para seguir viagem&lt;br /&gt;Mas ainda estamos à margem&lt;br /&gt;Uma estrada sinuosa que não leva a nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos mais uma entrada&lt;br /&gt;Queremos nosso amor em uma estrada reta&lt;br /&gt;Traçamos uma nova meta&lt;br /&gt;Que não mais nos desencontremos por nada&lt;div 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title='Desencontros'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6401132478564551147</id><published>2008-12-06T20:26:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:30:03.937-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Caminho Para As Estrelas</title><content type='html'>Nós dois,&lt;br /&gt;Tentando achar o céu novamente&lt;br /&gt;Escalando rumo às estrelas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando viver, reviver&lt;br /&gt;O auge das nossas vidas novamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando achar o céu novamente....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois&lt;br /&gt;A se perguntar, temer o futuro,&lt;br /&gt;Será que agora vai dar certo?&lt;br /&gt;Voltar a ter esperança....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O caminho das estrelas que se perdeu de nós....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voltando,&lt;br /&gt;Os dias de auge novamente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reencontrando os melhores dias de nossas vidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentando reencontar,&lt;br /&gt;O caminho das estrelas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buscando as estrelas novamente....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6401132478564551147?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6401132478564551147/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6401132478564551147' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6401132478564551147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6401132478564551147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/12/caminho-para-as-estrelas.html' title='Caminho Para As Estrelas'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-967701653529516320</id><published>2008-11-16T11:33:00.001-02:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T23:01:16.387-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ciclo III</title><content type='html'>O mundo girou, rodou e voltou&lt;br /&gt;Você veio parar aqui de novo&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira, roda e volta&lt;br /&gt;Estou indo ao mesmo lugar de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira, roda, revoluciona&lt;br /&gt;Algumas voltas não fazem sentido&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira, volta e roda de novo&lt;br /&gt;Reaparece o que havia-se ido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algumas estações são sempre inverno&lt;br /&gt;Outono com as folhas em declínio&lt;br /&gt;Mas o mundo gira, roda e volta&lt;br /&gt;Logo vem a primavera e seu alívio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você rodou, tentou, experimentou&lt;br /&gt;Eu viajei, longe, voltei&lt;br /&gt;Em todas essas voltas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;O destino faz sentido de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você achou que não voltaria&lt;br /&gt;Eu achei que para sempre partiria&lt;br /&gt;O mundo sempre gira, gira, gira&lt;br /&gt;E agora tudo voltou ao mesmo lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O passado nunca volta do mesmo jeito&lt;br /&gt;Mas sempre se remete de algum jeito&lt;br /&gt;Viva o presente da melhor maneira&lt;br /&gt;O futuro vem melhor do que se espera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo gira, roda e volta&lt;br /&gt;O nosso destino vem, vai, volta&lt;br /&gt;Tudo teve algumas reviravoltas&lt;br /&gt;Escreve-se o certo por linhas tortas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas agora tudo vai voltando&lt;br /&gt;Ao bom, ao normal, ao desejado&lt;br /&gt;Em todas essas voltas&lt;br /&gt;O importante sempre vem para ficar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-967701653529516320?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/967701653529516320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=967701653529516320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;Mortes, violência, caos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os homens, a ganância&lt;br /&gt;Fome, pobreza, pestes&lt;br /&gt;Todas as mazelas&lt;br /&gt;Todas as favelas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Destruição do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Destruição da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Poluição&lt;br /&gt;Destruição de vidas inocentes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tristeza eterna, depressão&lt;br /&gt;Falta de amor, desencontros&lt;br /&gt;Desentendimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um mundo real tão cruel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inexplicável....&lt;br /&gt;Brutal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu quero esquecer de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Não quero pertecer a esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quero sair, ser livre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu só queria voar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7531594134676325522?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7531594134676325522/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7531594134676325522' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7531594134676325522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7531594134676325522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/11/voar.html' title='Voar...'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-195181665577102521</id><published>2008-10-19T23:35:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T23:52:30.314-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasma</title><content type='html'>Meu vício&lt;br /&gt;Meu grande vício&lt;br /&gt;Meu eterno desperdício&lt;br /&gt;Meu coma vitalício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasma,&lt;br /&gt;Reincidente fantasma&lt;br /&gt;Um câncer que se alastra&lt;br /&gt;Me assombra, esse fantasma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não estou curado&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sou imune&lt;br /&gt;Ainda não sairei impune&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É duro admitir&lt;br /&gt;Ainda nao acabou&lt;br /&gt;O pesadelo não acabou&lt;br /&gt;E é duro resistir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero provar da droga de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Quero esse torpor de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Quero a perdição e a  euforia de novo&lt;br /&gt;Quero o céu e o inferno de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tentação, mais forte que você&lt;br /&gt;Você finge força&lt;br /&gt;Você não a tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finge estar tudo bem....&lt;br /&gt;Finge seguir sua vida....&lt;br /&gt;Finge ser normal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nada disso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não é assim....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutando contra si&lt;br /&gt;A vida inteira,&lt;br /&gt;Se contrariando, contradizendo&lt;br /&gt;Se controlando, se torturando,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutando contra todos esses olhos&lt;br /&gt;A te olhar, te analisar&lt;br /&gt;Te julgar, te condenar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lutando contra si,&lt;br /&gt;Contra vícios, tentações, vontades,&lt;br /&gt;Contra o mundo, contra você&lt;br /&gt;Contra enganos, mentiras, inverdades&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra seu vício,&lt;br /&gt;Contra as sombras,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contra o seu fantasma.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-195181665577102521?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/195181665577102521/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=195181665577102521' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/195181665577102521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/195181665577102521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/10/fantasma.html' title='Fantasma'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6121839535946350740</id><published>2008-10-08T01:08:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T01:30:20.865-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Sub-Inconsciente</title><content type='html'>Você morre,&lt;br /&gt;Morre um pouco a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;Emoções complexas, você não entende&lt;br /&gt;Vergonha e medo daquilo que sente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se matando,&lt;br /&gt;Se matando um pouco a cada dia&lt;br /&gt;No labirinto do seu coração que só te confunde mais&lt;br /&gt;O desespero e agonia lhe maltratam assaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se matando,&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo e morrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Todo dia&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morrendo,&lt;br /&gt;Sentimentos confusos,&lt;br /&gt;Peito sufocado,&lt;br /&gt;Boca seca,&lt;br /&gt;Perplexo....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você sabe exatamente, aquilo que deve fazer,&lt;br /&gt;Fraco!&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue fazer&lt;br /&gt;Não consegue controlar seu interior&lt;br /&gt;Não pode deter seus sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus sonhos, vontades, devaneios mais profundos&lt;br /&gt;Tomam você,&lt;br /&gt;Domam você,&lt;br /&gt;Dominam você,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vazam&lt;br /&gt;Extravasam&lt;br /&gt;Descasam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Invadem...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não te deixam em paz,&lt;br /&gt;Sombras,&lt;br /&gt;Fantasmas ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não,&lt;br /&gt;Não,&lt;br /&gt;Não!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quero sentir!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ouvir!&lt;br /&gt;Não quero ver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero negar minha própria natureza&lt;br /&gt;Quero ignorar a realidade&lt;br /&gt;Quero suavizar minha existência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É mais forte do que eu!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo parar,&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo conter.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo gritar&lt;br /&gt;Só consigo chorar&lt;br /&gt;Não posso enxergar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você consegue calar seu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue parar seu peito?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue controlar seu inconsciente?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue parar essa confusão mental?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Será que consegue estancar a hemorrogia?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue suturar essa ferida?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue parar de gritar?&lt;br /&gt;Pode acender a luz nessas trevas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegue sair daqui?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue fugir?&lt;br /&gt;Consegue parar de sofrer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegue viver?&lt;br /&gt;Parar de matar?&lt;br /&gt;Parar de morrer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consegue seguir em frente????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5314486476808160710</id><published>2008-10-01T18:26:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:51:29.652-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Não se aplica</title><content type='html'>Todo a ilusão que venderam pra você&lt;br /&gt;Não serve,&lt;br /&gt;Não existe,&lt;br /&gt;Não se aplica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo essa fantasia burguesa&lt;br /&gt;Não é real,&lt;br /&gt;Não é legal,&lt;br /&gt;Não se aplica&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você será de uma classe média "feliz"&lt;br /&gt;Carro próprio, casa própria&lt;br /&gt;Terno e gravata todo dia....&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade: não se aplica!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se renderá aos inúmeros códigos sociais&lt;br /&gt;Não demonstrar fraquezas, não compartilhar emoções,&lt;br /&gt;Sorrir, seja político&lt;br /&gt;E sinceridade: não se aplica....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se casará, dizem que será sua alma gêmea&lt;br /&gt;Matrimônio rima com patrimônio,&lt;br /&gt;Mas depois vira um pandemônio&lt;br /&gt;Já quero me separar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas e os filhos, o amor paterno?&lt;br /&gt;Julgamento de todos, maldito inferno&lt;br /&gt;A vida decaindo no longo inverno&lt;br /&gt;Um dia juramos amor eterno....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilusão de vida que venderam pra você&lt;br /&gt;Modelo ideal que lhe fizeram propaganda&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a vida que tão bem falaram pra você&lt;br /&gt;E a maravilha que você vai viver??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E esse modelinho que fizeram pra você....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não se aplica.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5314486476808160710?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7818381975039867214</id><published>2008-07-30T00:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T00:13:46.541-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalidade (???)</title><content type='html'>Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;Quem você quiser que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;O que você quiser que eu veja&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou&lt;br /&gt;O alvo que você quer que se almeja&lt;br /&gt;Contradição do acaso que se planeja&lt;br /&gt;Eu verei....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou,&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que o jogo mandar que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;A dança muda e muda a peleja&lt;br /&gt;Eu jogarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu mudo,&lt;br /&gt;Conforme a escória dita meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Não me beneficio da hipocrisia sozinho&lt;br /&gt;Eu vencerei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas tão sem caráter como eu,&lt;br /&gt;Falam nada, falam tudo, depois não disseram nada&lt;br /&gt;Esqueçam daquilo que disse&lt;br /&gt;Não me calarei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que você quiser que eu seja&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que o poder em mãos eleja&lt;br /&gt;Aquilo que precisar, seja!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me transformarei....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7818381975039867214?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7818381975039867214/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7818381975039867214' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7818381975039867214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7818381975039867214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/07/personalidade.html' title='Personalidade (???)'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-718066966158085881</id><published>2008-07-10T00:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T00:08:04.767-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Tormentos</title><content type='html'>Não,&lt;br /&gt;Não me perturbe mais&lt;br /&gt;Saia daqui,&lt;br /&gt;Saia de mim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe em paz,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não queira competir&lt;br /&gt;Seus feitos contra os meus,&lt;br /&gt;Não queira medir&lt;br /&gt;Suas forças comigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas saia,&lt;br /&gt;Leve tudo que é seu e de direito&lt;br /&gt;Deixe o meu peito&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe ser&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe viver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga seu rumo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sigo o meu,&lt;br /&gt;E não importa mais&lt;br /&gt;Aonde vamos parar a partir de agora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não me incomode mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não me procure mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não me invada mais,&lt;br /&gt;Não me maltrate mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe aqui&lt;br /&gt;No meu canto&lt;br /&gt;Já sei me virar sozinho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem você...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não necessito mais&lt;br /&gt;Não quero mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quero minha própria verdade&lt;br /&gt;Quero meu próprio caminho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por isso gentilmente,&lt;br /&gt;Saia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe,&lt;br /&gt;Sem falta de educação&lt;br /&gt;Sem ingratidão,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentilmente saia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe em paz...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-718066966158085881?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/718066966158085881/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=718066966158085881' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/718066966158085881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/718066966158085881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/07/tormentos.html' title='Tormentos'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3847521489124145491</id><published>2008-06-26T00:55:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T00:56:06.110-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A Vida, a Dor e a Prece</title><content type='html'>Por tanta tragédia que se recai&lt;br /&gt;Tanta dor que ora caminha&lt;br /&gt;A fé tortuosa que não se alinha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo o amor que agora se esvai....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peito que de tanto doer adoece&lt;br /&gt;Destino nebuloso que ora lhe trai&lt;br /&gt;Rezo por todos, em nome do pai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por todo o orgulho e arrogância de quem não merece...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O final infeliz que se avizinha&lt;br /&gt;De cores tênues, agora esmaece&lt;br /&gt;Espírito fraco, a alma esmorece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas o andarilho do destino ainda caminha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toda a tragédia de novo recai&lt;br /&gt;E a dor de novo caminha&lt;br /&gt;Fé não se alinha, felicidade não se avizinha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o amor de novo se vai....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3847521489124145491?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3847521489124145491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3847521489124145491' title='1 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type='html'>Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;Intensamente,&lt;br /&gt;Eternamente,&lt;br /&gt;Suavemente&lt;br /&gt;Longamente por todo esse intante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não pense&lt;br /&gt;Se cale,&lt;br /&gt;Me beije,&lt;br /&gt;Meiga,&lt;br /&gt;Doce,&lt;br /&gt;Me beije&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a curiosidade da primeira vez&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse a intensidade da última vez&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse euforia&lt;br /&gt;Como se fosse despedida&lt;br /&gt;Me beije&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me sufoque,&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe louco, rouco&lt;br /&gt;Sem ar,&lt;br /&gt;Me tire dessa vida&lt;br /&gt;Me faça pular&lt;br /&gt;Me faça gritar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cale-se&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse o primeiro&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse o único&lt;br /&gt;Como se eu fosse tudo&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me faça esquecer dos antigos amores&lt;br /&gt;Intensos que não deram certo&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me abandonar esses ditos rancores&lt;br /&gt;Esteja sua boca por perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha,&lt;br /&gt;Seja minha,&lt;br /&gt;Uma noite de amor inesquecível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vem,&lt;br /&gt;Serei seu,&lt;br /&gt;Marido e amante infalível&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te faço esquecer dessa triste sina&lt;br /&gt;De quem não nos merece&lt;br /&gt;Ame como mulher, alegre como menina&lt;br /&gt;Nosso olhar se carece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me&lt;br /&gt;Como música,&lt;br /&gt;Como filme,&lt;br /&gt;Como poesia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEIJE-ME&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6637903540240636635?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6637903540240636635/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6637903540240636635' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6637903540240636635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6637903540240636635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/06/beije-me.html' title='Beije-me'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2147359822045075955</id><published>2008-05-30T22:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-31T00:21:21.334-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Às Pessoas de Todo o Mundo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As pessoas tem casas próprias&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem carros novos&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem cargo e status&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem carros novos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não tem ninguém para amar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabem dirigir&lt;br /&gt;Integrar, derivar, programar,&lt;br /&gt;Liderar, comandar, se afirmar,&lt;br /&gt;Palestrar, marketar, motivar,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo no computador sabem usar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não sabem amar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem dinheiro,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem poder,&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem fama,&lt;br /&gt;Tem uma gostosa na cama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas com o ego que se inflama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas tem holleritch gordo&lt;br /&gt;Recitam poemas parnasianos,&lt;br /&gt;Mandam e-mails com lições de moral,&lt;br /&gt;Falam de Deus, falam de amor&lt;br /&gt;Falam que leêm a Bíblia.... (tsc tsc tsc)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No fundo as pessoas SÓ FALAM de amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabem de tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Fofocas, o que você deveria fazer em qualquer situação,&lt;br /&gt;Da novela, do BIG BROTHER,&lt;br /&gt;Quem namora quem na tevê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabem por que você não é feliz!&lt;br /&gt;Tem solução para tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabem de tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te criticam,&lt;br /&gt;Te julgam,&lt;br /&gt;Te corrigem,&lt;br /&gt;Te rotulam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Te passam a perna,&lt;br /&gt;Puxam o tapete,&lt;br /&gt;Te enganam,&lt;br /&gt;Te maldizem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas sabem muito&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas estudam muito&lt;br /&gt;Ganham muito,&lt;br /&gt;Se divertem muito,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comem muito (como estão gordas!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Bebem muito,&lt;br /&gt;Trepam muito.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sentem pouco....&lt;br /&gt;Amam pouco....&lt;br /&gt;Rezam pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito pouco....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas sabem tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sabem tudo,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos da boca pra fora&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senhoras de si,&lt;br /&gt;Inatingíveis, inabaláveis&lt;br /&gt;Inalcançáveis,&lt;br /&gt;Inafetáveis....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Essas pessoas são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;são...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tudo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tudo de bom!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Espetaculares!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São tudo, sabem tudo,&lt;br /&gt;São muito, estudaram muito,&lt;br /&gt;Mereceram muito....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se esforçaram pouco, sofreram pouco...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo:&lt;br /&gt;SABEM TUDO!!&lt;br /&gt;SÃO TUUUUUDO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Impressionante não?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;================================================&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não sabem de nada....&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não sabem amar&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas esqueceram o que é amar....&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas não conhecem o amor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam, correm, trabalham, produzem,&lt;br /&gt;Saem, fingem, mentem,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecem gente na balada,&lt;br /&gt;Contam histórias,&lt;br /&gt;Levam pra cama,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trepam....&lt;br /&gt;Fodem....&lt;br /&gt;Comem...&lt;br /&gt;Transam...&lt;br /&gt;Chupam.....&lt;br /&gt;Gozam....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não amam....&lt;br /&gt;Não sentem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas falam, gritam, aparecem,&lt;br /&gt;Se aparecem, fazem, se fazem,&lt;br /&gt;Depois desfazem,&lt;br /&gt;Mentem, desmentem&lt;br /&gt;Mandam, desmandam,&lt;br /&gt;Dizem, desdizem&lt;br /&gt;Se contradizem....&lt;br /&gt;Maldizem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;========================================&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Temos carro,&lt;br /&gt;Casa,&lt;br /&gt;Família,&lt;br /&gt;Estudo,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo na mão!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivemos, aprendemos, sabemos (?)&lt;br /&gt;Lemos, assistimos&lt;br /&gt;Tentamos,&lt;br /&gt;Erramos,&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos tentando, falando,&lt;br /&gt;Atacando e se protegendo um do outro,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos não sabendo amar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2147359822045075955?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2147359822045075955/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2147359822045075955' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2147359822045075955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2147359822045075955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/05/s-pessoas-de-todo-o-mundo.html' title='Às Pessoas de Todo o Mundo'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5819953014769690358</id><published>2008-05-08T22:47:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T11:35:00.965-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Algo em Você</title><content type='html'>Algo em você ainda me hipnotiza&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você que eu não sei o que me fascina...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você ainda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você ainda me paralisa&lt;br /&gt;O que há em você?&lt;br /&gt;Algo que é sentimento e não ameniza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eu sinto ainda....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você e eu sei que não devia&lt;br /&gt;Olhar pra você&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você que me vem à revelia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é algo que já não valia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você às vezes de surpresa&lt;br /&gt;De novo você!&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você já não tem mais beleza&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você traz tristeza...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Algo em você que me remete a lembrar&lt;br /&gt;O que vivi com você&lt;br /&gt;Mas algo em você já não me faz querer voltar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E é algo que eu não sei explicar....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5819953014769690358?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5819953014769690358/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5819953014769690358' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5819953014769690358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5819953014769690358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/05/algo-em-voc.html' title='Algo em Você'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3697954509209067273</id><published>2008-05-06T23:10:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T23:16:54.461-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Alento</title><content type='html'>Pegue minha mão&lt;br /&gt;Tire-me daqui&lt;br /&gt;Me leve&lt;br /&gt;Para algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer lugar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ter direção&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ter sentido&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ter razão&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de porquê&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me leve daqui....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me pegue pela mão&lt;br /&gt;Suavize meu sofrimento&lt;br /&gt;Conceda-me alento&lt;br /&gt;Interrompa este tormento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa ter razão&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa fazer sentido&lt;br /&gt;De como, onde, porquê&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa raciocínio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de lógica&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa de coerência&lt;br /&gt;Também não precisa de motivo&lt;br /&gt;Não precisa sensatez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me pegue pela mão&lt;br /&gt;E me leve&lt;br /&gt;Para onde quiser,&lt;br /&gt;Para algum lugar&lt;br /&gt;Para qualquer lugar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas me tire daqui....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3697954509209067273?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3697954509209067273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3697954509209067273' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;Tanta solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De novo, você foi embora&lt;br /&gt;Deixando tanta solidão...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro,&lt;br /&gt;Pegou o ônibus branco, depois um avião&lt;br /&gt;E partiu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quase me partiu....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muito longe daqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda me lembro do desespero de mais uma despedida&lt;br /&gt;Nós dois a chorar, soluçar,&lt;br /&gt;Balbuciar, tchau, adeus ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você me deu o olhar final...&lt;br /&gt;Partiu...&lt;br /&gt;Me deu a cartada final....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo chorou comovido&lt;br /&gt;Um oceano de lágrimas a nos separar,&lt;br /&gt;Atlântico, Índico, Pacífico,&lt;br /&gt;Será que é maior que a nossa solidão?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você partiu de novo,&lt;br /&gt;Me partiu de novo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E me deixou aqui a deus-dará&lt;br /&gt;Aonde a Felicidade está?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Longe, longe, loooonge....&lt;br /&gt;Muito longe daqui!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;De volta,&lt;br /&gt;Agora nossa vida tão normal,&lt;br /&gt;Seremos bem sucedidos no profissional,&lt;br /&gt;Deus queira!&lt;br /&gt;Seremos modelo ideal&lt;br /&gt;Sucesso, carreira, prosperidade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legal....&lt;br /&gt;Muito legal...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E daí?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isso tudo é muito chato&lt;br /&gt;Quando quem você um dia amou está dezenas de horas à frente no globo terrestre...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou lembrar pra sempre de você....&lt;br /&gt;De esperar ansiosamente sua conexão,&lt;br /&gt;Ouvir um sinal seu de vida....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade de ter alguma esperança&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que remota,&lt;br /&gt;Mesmo que pura ilusão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinto saudade desse amor virtual,&lt;br /&gt;Dessa história de filme impossível,&lt;br /&gt;Dos poucos momentos de amor real....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E agora nossa vida normal....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar, estudar, dormir...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salário...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar, estudar, dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Sair um pouco, se divertir, alguns amigos...&lt;br /&gt;Beber um pouco....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salário....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar, estudar&lt;br /&gt;Juntar dinheiro, acumular patrimônio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um cargo maior...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trabalhar, estudar, dormir,&lt;br /&gt;Salário....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanta solidão!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6624521915074990605?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6624521915074990605/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6624521915074990605' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6624521915074990605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6624521915074990605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/04/outra-carta-de-amor-intercontinental.html' title='Outra Carta de Amor Intercontinental'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-4717490201471248400</id><published>2008-04-22T00:58:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T14:49:24.121-03:00</updated><title type='text'>0 X 0</title><content type='html'>0 a 0&lt;br /&gt;O jogo continua,&lt;br /&gt;Sem emoção nenhuma,&lt;br /&gt;Nosso jogo continua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém chuta no gol,&lt;br /&gt;Não tem tabelinha bonita,&lt;br /&gt;Jogada de habilidade,&lt;br /&gt;Finta, caneta, drible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 a 0,&lt;br /&gt;E você continua na retranca&lt;br /&gt;Só tocando de lado&lt;br /&gt;Esperando o tempo passar&lt;br /&gt;O juiz apitar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A gente jogava tão bem juntos!&lt;br /&gt;Era um clássico!&lt;br /&gt;Fazia tabelinha,&lt;br /&gt;Triangulava,&lt;br /&gt;Chutava,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goooool!&lt;br /&gt;Beijo!&lt;br /&gt;Abraço!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cama...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O torcida enlouquecia,&lt;br /&gt;Gritava, aplaudia,&lt;br /&gt;Nosso jogo era bonito,&lt;br /&gt;Envolvente,&lt;br /&gt;Furava qualquer defesa,&lt;br /&gt;Envolvia qualquer adversário&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bons tempos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje, meu amigo,&lt;br /&gt;Que jogo feio!&lt;br /&gt;Bicão pra frente&lt;br /&gt;Botinada,&lt;br /&gt;Retranca,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você não me passa mais a bola&lt;br /&gt;Nem parte pro ataque,&lt;br /&gt;Fica ae chutando pra lateral&lt;br /&gt;Tirando o perigo da zaga,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nem parece mais a mesma jogadora&lt;br /&gt;Aquele toque de bola refinado,&lt;br /&gt;Aquele olhar apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;O drible habilidoso&lt;br /&gt;Essa mulher que me deixava tão vaidoso&lt;br /&gt;A linda jogada, o passe, o gol,&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas noites inesquecíveis de amor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje é jogo de várzea,&lt;br /&gt;Uma pelada horrorosa,&lt;br /&gt;Canelada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time pequeno,&lt;br /&gt;Joga feio, jogador grosso&lt;br /&gt;Desse jeito vamos ser rebaixados&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém mais vem no nosso estádio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E você continua,&lt;br /&gt;Na mesma jogada,&lt;br /&gt;No mesmo esquema tático,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre em impedimento&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não quer jogo,&lt;br /&gt;Segura o jogo,&lt;br /&gt;Amarra,&lt;br /&gt;Falta!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta de habilidade&lt;br /&gt;Falta de coragem&lt;br /&gt;Falta de vergonha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0 a 0&lt;br /&gt;Que jogo feio!&lt;br /&gt;A torcida vaia,&lt;br /&gt;A gente pisa na bola&lt;br /&gt;Não joga mais no mesmo time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando você vai me dar uma chance?&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos jogar bem de novo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos golear?&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos ganhar o título?&lt;br /&gt;Quando vamos ficar com a taça?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Só se for com muita raça!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergue o braço o juiz!&lt;br /&gt;Fim de jogo!&lt;br /&gt;Vamos pro chuveiro esfriar a cabeça...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quando é a próxima partida?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-4717490201471248400?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5269473148940134465</id><published>2008-04-16T19:46:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T01:48:10.411-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Descrente</title><content type='html'>Você ainda acredita em política?&lt;br /&gt;Mentirosos profissionais te vendendo ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Promessas vazias, seu voto&lt;br /&gt;O mensalão e mil maracutaias....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita no amor?&lt;br /&gt;A prometida alma gêmea que não vêm&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão de final feliz, o fim da solidão,&lt;br /&gt;Só nos filmes e na novela das seis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita em casamento?&lt;br /&gt;Da paixão adolescente ao desgaste dos anos&lt;br /&gt;Da belas formas atraentes da juventude&lt;br /&gt;O descuido do corpo na meia idade...&lt;br /&gt;Dos anjos em amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;Ao divórcio milionário....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita na paz?&lt;br /&gt;O caos explode nas metrópoles&lt;br /&gt;Guerra civil, barracos de papelão no morro&lt;br /&gt;Contra condomínios de alto padrão de muros altos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O império petrolífero americano&lt;br /&gt;Contra o diabo islã....&lt;br /&gt;Judeus contra palestinos....&lt;br /&gt;Vietnã...&lt;br /&gt;Sempre!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita no futuro?&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas perdendo escrúpulos por competição&lt;br /&gt;Mercado de trabalho impossível,&lt;br /&gt;Cadê sua super-qualificação?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita nesse tal meio ambiente?&lt;br /&gt;Sustentabilidade??????&lt;br /&gt;Poluição,&lt;br /&gt;Esgoto nos rios,&lt;br /&gt;Fumaça no ar&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais carros,&lt;br /&gt;Superpopulação....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;China,&lt;br /&gt;Índia,&lt;br /&gt;Tumores do planeta crescendo sem parar...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mundo se aquece, uma bola de fogo,&lt;br /&gt;Não há energia para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Não há água para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Não há comida para todos,&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim caviar para alguns...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita na cruz?&lt;br /&gt;Nos pedófilos, na Santa Cruz da Inquisição,&lt;br /&gt;Confissões e mil terços,&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma para sempre viverá ?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pecado da camisinha,&lt;br /&gt;No simples prazer da reprodução,&lt;br /&gt;Abaixo à lascívia e à sedução,&lt;br /&gt;No ser onipresente que você não consegue ver,&lt;br /&gt;Ou no inferno na Terra que você crê?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita em justiça?&lt;br /&gt;Sórdidos canalhas se beneficiam sem parar&lt;br /&gt;Engravatados corruptos admirados como heróis&lt;br /&gt;Pessoas de bem a sofrer e agonizar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está preso pela violência,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo trânsito,&lt;br /&gt;Pela vigilância fofoqueira de "amigos" e família&lt;br /&gt;Pelos filhos, pelo casamento,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo trabalho, pelo sistema&lt;br /&gt;Pela sua própria hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita em democracia?&lt;br /&gt;Demagogia,&lt;br /&gt;Anarquia,&lt;br /&gt;Patifaria,&lt;br /&gt;Anacronia,&lt;br /&gt;Dessintonia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita na imprensa?&lt;br /&gt;No Jornal Direitista Nacional,&lt;br /&gt;Na Rede Globo de Desinformação?&lt;br /&gt;Nas notícias pagas e compradas&lt;br /&gt;Os furos sensacionais de reportagem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ainda acredita,&lt;br /&gt;Conceberá você seu filho,&lt;br /&gt;Amará incondicionalmente no meio de todo esse caos,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ele crescerá,&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ele aprenderá,&lt;br /&gt;A viver, com sorte te verá morrer,&lt;br /&gt;Renascer, crescer, amadurecer,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...e a ilusão da esperança....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5269473148940134465?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5269473148940134465/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5269473148940134465' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5269473148940134465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5269473148940134465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/04/descrena.html' title='Descrente'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-5826653023811544666</id><published>2008-03-24T22:52:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T22:55:17.842-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Depois do Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que me importa agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as palavras que não pude dizer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todas as coisas que não pude fazer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Todo o amor que vi morrer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que importa agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se tudo desmoronou no vendaval&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se a tormenta naufragou nossa nau&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se agora você só me leva a mal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que importa agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se devia ter feito assim,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Feito assado,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se deveria ter sido sempre perfeito&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Se pra você eu enterrei todo o passado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O que nos importa agora?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Saber quem errou, de quem é a culpa?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem começou, quem provocou&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem errou, quem terminou...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eterno jogo,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem vencedores&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Cada um no seu canto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Múltiplas dores &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eterna soberba&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E há quem convença?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Batalha de egos cegos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quem vai ceder primeiro?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-5826653023811544666?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/5826653023811544666/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=5826653023811544666' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5826653023811544666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/5826653023811544666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/03/depois-do-fim.html' title='Depois do Fim'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6864381063382208797</id><published>2008-03-20T02:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T02:41:19.443-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Partilha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tão dividido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como os estilhaços da vidraça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como que recebera um tiro de bala&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e se espalhou pelo chão em mil pedaços&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Meu coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dividido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Como a Europa na Segunda Guerra&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O Tratado de Tordesilhas na América&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe para onde ir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe ficar, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;não sabe parar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sabe sair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desiludido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora foi aposentado,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por muitas dezenas de desejos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas dúzias de beijos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coração,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora é inutilizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vamos para números e quantidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quanto mais chances, mais oportunidades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cada uma para o aprendizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A frieza dos tempos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me torna seco e sem sentimentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Confuso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero me apaixonar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem me entregar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quero amar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem me arriscar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero na mão de ninguém deixar o meu destino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A outra pessoa me pisa e me deixa o desatino&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não quero nunca me fragilizar apaixonando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A pessoa se aproveita de mim enquanto estiver suspirando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continuamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nós,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aos outros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ao próximo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continuamos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;procurando amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;no meio do sexo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da loucura,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do orgulho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da vaidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dos enganos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dos desencontros,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da dúvida,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;do desamor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da imaturidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;da perversidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; da sodomia,v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de algum bicho...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...no meio do lixo! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6864381063382208797?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6864381063382208797/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6864381063382208797' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6864381063382208797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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são como elas são&lt;br /&gt;Se as coisas são assim cruéis e sem razão&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo apenas dilacera e esquarteja o coração?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que pensar?&lt;br /&gt;Se nada mais faz tanto sentido&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo é tão errado e injusto&lt;br /&gt;e trocamos o escrito pelo não lido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para onde ir?&lt;br /&gt;Sair da realidade insólita&lt;br /&gt;Se despedir dessa turma hipócrita&lt;br /&gt;Sem o preço dessa quantia módica?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que fazer então?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3269164316116345556?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3269164316116345556/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3269164316116345556' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3269164316116345556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3269164316116345556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/01/indagaes.html' title='Indagações'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1274614947991610468</id><published>2008-01-16T19:36:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:00:00.142-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Carteado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As cartas estão na mesa&lt;br /&gt;Todas marcadas, demarcadas&lt;br /&gt;Embaralhadas e contadas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu destino está na mesa&lt;br /&gt;Na mão de hábeis jogadores&lt;br /&gt;O blefe e a carta na manga....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas desilusões&lt;br /&gt;Esse mundo competitivo&lt;br /&gt;Agonia e enganação&lt;br /&gt;Em ambiente corporativo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pedras por todos os lados&lt;br /&gt;Use o escudo de emoções&lt;br /&gt;Desconfie de todas as suas relações&lt;br /&gt;Na produção de sorrisos fabricados&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tanta ilusão,&lt;br /&gt;Vantagens ao comprar&lt;br /&gt;Você caiu no golpe&lt;br /&gt;Agora são juros a pagar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tantas desilusões,&lt;br /&gt;Dependemos para sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;O mundo tão insano,&lt;br /&gt;Nós vamos sobreviver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mais um dia de ganha-pão,&lt;br /&gt;Politicagem, hipocrisia, competição suja,&lt;br /&gt;Todos cuidam de si,&lt;br /&gt;Todos querem para si,&lt;br /&gt;Todos fazem de si,&lt;br /&gt;O melhor e o pior,&lt;br /&gt;Para conseguir o maior cargo,&lt;br /&gt;Status, celebridade e poder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É assim que se faz para sobreviver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O interesse predomina&lt;br /&gt;Inocência se abomina&lt;br /&gt;O mais fraco se elimina&lt;br /&gt;É mais um mês que termina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todas as pessoas se aproximam de você&lt;br /&gt;Será que elas querem amor ou poder&lt;br /&gt;O que de tão bom você pode oferecer?&lt;br /&gt;Circulo vicioso de disputas, intrigas e mal querer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continuamos lutando para sobreviver!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mês a mês,&lt;br /&gt;Poderosos capitalistas jogam suas cartas,&lt;br /&gt;Mais e mais lucro, mais e mais trapaça&lt;br /&gt;Mate ou morra, sobreviva à lei do cão&lt;br /&gt;Não confie no primeiro que lhe estender a mão&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Até quando nós vamos sobreviver ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1274614947991610468?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1274614947991610468/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1274614947991610468' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1274614947991610468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1274614947991610468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2008/01/o-carteado.html' title='O Carteado'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2503442939360193030</id><published>2007-12-19T23:09:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T23:46:56.117-02:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ciclo II</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu já te amei tanto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De muito tempo atrás&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sim, foi muito bom!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas eu já não lembro mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você foi uma coisa tão boa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E já ficou pra trás....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Doce menina que era,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eis que não existe mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E aquilo que era tão grande&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grande não parece mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E você que já fez sofrer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;É&lt;/span&gt; dor que neste peito jaz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu que um dia chorava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esses olhos já não choram mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o peito que ora disparava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Coração agora bate jamais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você chegava e trazia seu sorriso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas sorriso hoje você não faz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquele olhar tão terno de carinho&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Olhar que já não comove mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Teu corpo quente a me envolver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calor que não acalanta mais....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E hoje,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Abro o armário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas jogo o antigo fora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas guardo tudo com carinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;na minha memória,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me recordo orgulhoso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;de toda a nossa história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aquelas peças boas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tantas estações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Protegeram rigoroso inverno&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aliviaram tórridos verões&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas as águas se passam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas as vidas serão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E águas que aqui passaram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aqui nunca mais passarão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viajo para outros mares&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E sinto a brisa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que venham novos ares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me tragam toda a segurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fortaleza de novos lares,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me reconstruo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Reciclo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Renovo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Decolo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;E seja feliz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passando pela vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;voando intenso alto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O céu é imenso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não há só asfalto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo que já passou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo que virá....&lt;/span&gt; ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperança.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só resta esperar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-2503442939360193030?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2503442939360193030/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2503442939360193030' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2503442939360193030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2503442939360193030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/12/o-ciclo-ii.html' title='O Ciclo II'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1350160415158965325</id><published>2007-11-16T16:41:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T00:45:26.815-02:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ Que pasa ? (Inércia)</title><content type='html'>Diante dos meus olhos&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;A vida é escassa&lt;br /&gt;A vida se gasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;Mais um ônibus,&lt;br /&gt;Você dormiu no ponto e perdeu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Espere o próximo,&lt;br /&gt;Se é que ele chega,&lt;br /&gt;Não sei quanto demora&lt;br /&gt;Estou cansado de esperar....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Nada acontece,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo é permanente&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falta de perspectivas&lt;br /&gt;Ao longe um horizonte&lt;br /&gt;Sem expectativas&lt;br /&gt;Você está no front&lt;br /&gt;Balas perdidas,&lt;br /&gt;Mais negativas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua a passar&lt;br /&gt;Ampulheta do tempo&lt;br /&gt;As areias a derramar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você se gasta,&lt;br /&gt;Mais se desgasta,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca se basta,&lt;br /&gt;Você se arrasta&lt;br /&gt;Mas nunca se afasta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vida nefasta...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida continua a passar&lt;br /&gt;Nada acontece,o máximo é que anoitece,&lt;br /&gt;Você envelhece,&lt;br /&gt;E você até esquece....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que um dia até ensaiou ser feliz&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você cantou e dançou,&lt;br /&gt;Um dia você até se embebedou&lt;br /&gt;A ressaca persiste até hoje...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A vida passa,&lt;br /&gt;Esse bode que não passa,&lt;br /&gt;Você não se acha&lt;br /&gt;E nada se passa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tristeza não passa,&lt;br /&gt;E nada mais se passa,&lt;br /&gt;A situação continua,&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida passa....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1350160415158965325?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1350160415158965325/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1350160415158965325' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1350160415158965325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1350160415158965325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/11/que-pasa-inrcia.html' title='¿ Que pasa ? (Inércia)'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-2542720895622635289</id><published>2007-10-28T01:54:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T13:58:24.943-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Vinte e Tantos Anos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Me lembro de um tempo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em que tudo era fascinante e novidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida era tão doce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo era menos responsabilidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me lembro de um tempo&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sonhávamos com amor eterno&lt;br /&gt;No meio de toda aquela paixão adolescente&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era fácil, tudo era terno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despíamos pela primeira vez nossos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente nos descobriamos,&lt;br /&gt;A nós mesmos e um ao outro&lt;br /&gt;Era tudo novidade, era tudo tão fascinante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vivíamos para o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Vivíamos do amor,&lt;br /&gt;Descobriamos nossos corpos pelas primeiras vezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descobri que ali era o auge&lt;br /&gt;Tudo era intenso, tudo era maravilhoso,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda nos sentíamos um pouco culpados,&lt;br /&gt;Nós enxergávamos um pouco de pecado nisso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O mais engraçado de tudo é pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que exatamente essa época&lt;br /&gt;Foi a mais inocente de todas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Engraçado pensar&lt;br /&gt;Que exatamente na descoberta do sexo,&lt;br /&gt;Foi exatamente ali que malícia nenhuma existia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas tudo mudou,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo evoluiu, tudo ficou mais chato&lt;br /&gt;A realidade de cimento e concreto chega ao final da adolescência&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você vai competir, você tem que ganhar dinheiro!&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que estudar, você tem que evoluir!&lt;br /&gt;Não basta só isso, mais cargos você vai ter que subir!&lt;br /&gt;Pagar sua casa, seu carro, comprar sua felicidade....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você tem que se formar!&lt;br /&gt;E já vá pensando em casar!&lt;br /&gt;Quando mesmo você vai se formar???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quanto mais você vive,&lt;br /&gt;Mais dúvidas você tem a respeito de si mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Você lembra de tudo aquilo que você um dia já foi&lt;br /&gt;E hoje, vinte e tantos anos,&lt;br /&gt;Você não é minimamente capaz de responder quem você é....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje o mundo deixou de ser aquela inocência toda&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você sabe que nem todas as pessoas são bem intencionadas&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você sabe que você mesmo é capaz de chegar ao fundo do poço&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E hoje....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hoje, bem....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hoje parece que você nem sabe tanta coisa....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você não sabe pra onde vai&lt;br /&gt;Lembra que você sonhou tanto em chegar aqui&lt;br /&gt;Agora morre de saudade e quer voltar no tempo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você é livre, e daí?&lt;br /&gt;Pode ir pra onde quiser, e daí?&lt;br /&gt;Você está perdido, e não sabe pra onde ir....&lt;br /&gt;Tanto faz e de que adianta?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Incertezas, indefinições, como será minha vida daqui a um mês??&lt;br /&gt;Você não sabe nem o que vai acontecer daqui a um mês&lt;br /&gt;Emprego, quanto vou ganhar, quando poderei sustentar uma família?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você achava que aqui seria o máximo da sua vida,&lt;br /&gt;Pena que hoje você não tem certeza de nada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ainda tenho tanta saudade...&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo em que o Sol do meu Sistema Solar não era o dinheiro...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E eu que já descobri o sexo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu que já descobri o amor,&lt;br /&gt;Já descobri o sexo mais amor...&lt;br /&gt;E também descobri o sexo sem amor....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu não consigo redescobrir o amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu já descobri tantos corpos,&lt;br /&gt;Tanta coisa, conheço tanta gente,&lt;br /&gt;Conto nos dedos quantas almas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Já chega,&lt;br /&gt;Só mais uma pergunta....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu Deus, por que foi que eu cresci????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/5601447332247938330-2542720895622635289?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/2542720895622635289/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=2542720895622635289' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2542720895622635289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/2542720895622635289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/10/vinte-e-tantos-anos.html' title='Vinte e Tantos Anos'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1362134576936422132</id><published>2007-10-15T00:45:00.000-02:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T01:37:05.967-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Noites Errantes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tristeza e solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Continuam....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Outra madrugada em vão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais alguns desejos que ficarão para outras noites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dirigindo pela madrugada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Longas vias expressas e mil pensamentos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As luzes e cidade linda iluminada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os pedidos de socorro da minha alma maltratada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É bom analisar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apesar de tudo e tanto tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós ainda somos os mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em essência....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mesmo que em retoques e maquiagem diferentes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria dizer que não, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas ainda sinto a tentação&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mistura de um pouco de química e lembranças&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desejo, carência, marasmo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;insuficiência....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei o quão longe chegaríamos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não sei se é o realmente melhor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez fosse bom, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por alguns momentos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sentir de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lembrar um pouco...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sem compromisso,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez sem futuro,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E qual a diferença para o que estamos fazendo agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós dois aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lutando contra nós mesmos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fingindo que toda essa maravilhosa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; liberdade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo o que de mais é superficial e efêmero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nos basta e completa....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A eterna ilusão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Passos errantes ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Destino que não se sabe para onde vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Incertezas infinitas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nós dois aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jogando jogos de puro azar e não de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fingindo que está tudo ótimo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ser sozinho e de ninguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No travesseiro se lamenta a falta de alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Está tudo ótimo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As noites são ao deus-dará&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alegria, bebedeira, diversão....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A juventude se diverte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas paixões e relações&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É também muita carência e solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Algumas horas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A real felicidade parece tão longe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes pareço me iludir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esperando que minha vida chegue de navio &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vinda do outro lado do mundo....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tudo só parece mais e mais distante da solução&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas o sol já vai raiar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E eu já vou dormir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonhar com algo bom,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Acordar de novo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E daqui a pouco serão mais noites de estórias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Muitas pessoas, muitos casos, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Irrisórias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pouco a acrescentar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Na minha própria história&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dorme você também,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sonha comigo quem sabe tá?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quem sabe você não veja uma solução melhor para nós?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ou então....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mais madrugadas longas para você também!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...E que todos nós sejamos felizes no final!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1362134576936422132?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1362134576936422132/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1362134576936422132' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1362134576936422132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1362134576936422132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/10/noites-errantes.html' title='Noites Errantes'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-4408621154362081202</id><published>2007-10-05T22:34:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T22:41:48.593-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Todos Iguais em Cada um</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos precisam se auto-afirmar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos precisam de identidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos precisam ser reconhecidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem ousa enfrentar o padrão?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos precisam de amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos pr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;ecisam amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos fogem do compromisso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem consegue viver sem amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos precisam de dinheiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Status, bens e notoriedade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos querem consumir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem aí consegue viver sem um pouquinho de luxo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos querem a paz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos lutam por seus próprios interesses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos vendem a alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem se deixa ser passado pra trás?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos querem seus sonhos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos não os conseguem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos temem a realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Quem aí é feliz de verdade???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-4408621154362081202?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/4408621154362081202/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=4408621154362081202' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/4408621154362081202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/4408621154362081202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/10/todos-iguais-em-cada-um.html' title='Todos Iguais em Cada um'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1681524513904759525</id><published>2007-09-29T01:28:00.001-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-29T01:36:02.995-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Apenas Uma Madrugada de Sonhos</title><content type='html'>Do outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;A vida será bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;A mulher da minha vida me espera&lt;br /&gt;Fim de madrugadas virtuais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;A vida me espera de braços abertos&lt;br /&gt;Linda loira vem me receber&lt;br /&gt;Uma vida eu terei pra levar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo será bem melhor&lt;br /&gt;Muito longe disso tudo&lt;br /&gt;Muito diferente disso tudo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Quicá não há gente falsa e mentirosa&lt;br /&gt;Para trabalhar, quem sabe,&lt;br /&gt;Do outro lado do mundo, quem sabe&lt;br /&gt;Não há mais oportunidades e dinheiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vou sair&lt;br /&gt;Vou fugir&lt;br /&gt;Pro outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Lá eu devo ir....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sim estou sonhando,&lt;br /&gt;Talvez não falando sério&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe não para o outro lado do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu só quero sair daqui.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-1681524513904759525?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1681524513904759525/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1681524513904759525' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1681524513904759525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1681524513904759525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/09/apenas-uma_28.html' title='Apenas Uma Madrugada de Sonhos'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-6493723299058003084</id><published>2007-09-24T20:15:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T20:27:45.323-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Da Revolta Causada Pelo Inacreditável</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Um absurdo novo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uma calamidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Uma heresia!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Passa em frente de você...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Te chama de trouxa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Te faz de otário...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Todos os dias&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais um convite à depressão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais uma dose de cachaça e amargura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais um baque com a dura realidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Passando em frente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Te chamando de otário &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rindo da tua cara!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais um fato novo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Mais algo para se duvidar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Algo mais para se revoltar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até Deus duvida!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Algo para gritar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para espernear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Para chorar....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Rindo do otário,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Cuspindo na sua cara,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Vexame na frente de todos.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Até quando ??????????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-6493723299058003084?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/6493723299058003084/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=6493723299058003084' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6493723299058003084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/6493723299058003084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/09/da-revolta-causada-pelo-inacreditvel.html' title='Da Revolta Causada Pelo Inacreditável'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7592688188904459257</id><published>2007-09-18T00:36:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-18T09:13:21.742-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Vingança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você um dia vai lembrar &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;De tudo que eu já te fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E um dia, quando eu te largar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lamentar por me tratar assim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia vai sentir imensas saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E não achará nada nem parecido e equivalente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai lembrar como me doei e servi a você&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai chorar de tanta saudade e arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai lembrar da minha dedicação, raça e talento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai lembrar do meu caráter, honestidade e carisma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai comparar com todas as cobras que selecionou ao seu lado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai chorar de tanto remorso e arrependimento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você ainda vai ter saudades de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E muitas saudades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai suspirar, e perguntar: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por que fui tão insanamente exigente?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por que não deixei as coisas fluírem ao seu próprio tempo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;e não ao tempo que eu achava que as coisas deveriam fluir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai chorar... Escreva isso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai chorar, e a saudade será dor....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será a imensa agonia que corrói toda sua alma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Será o eterno será que nunca será realidade da sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai lembrar de mim, viu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando você estiver a meio caminho sem volta do fracasso &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;iminente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando a direção do seu destino estiver desgovernada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu te avisei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E mesmo assim, tanta burrice é teu orgulho que nem dar o braço a torcer você vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai de novo disfarçar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Vai de novo dissimular&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sua própria causa-mortis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai enterrar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas me aguarde&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda olho você por cima&lt;br /&gt;E aguarde mesmo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar de mim &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar de tudo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar exatamente disso que estou dizendo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você vai lembrar.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7592688188904459257?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7592688188904459257/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7592688188904459257' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7592688188904459257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7592688188904459257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/09/vingana.html' title='Vingança'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7249134279900541711</id><published>2007-09-01T19:48:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T19:57:54.761-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Outro Dia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Eu já fui seu&lt;br /&gt;Você já foi minha&lt;br /&gt;Nós já fomos tudo&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que de bom se tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia meu coração foi seu&lt;br /&gt;Um dia minha alma foi sua&lt;br /&gt;Noites românticas e velas&lt;br /&gt;Do meu lado você toda nua&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um dia eu seria seu&lt;br /&gt;Seria você a metade de mim&lt;br /&gt;Um dia nós seríamos juntos&lt;br /&gt;Hoje somos simplesmente assim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoje eu sou mudo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje você é calada&lt;br /&gt;Um dia fomos tudo&lt;br /&gt;Hoje nós não somos nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ainda seja minha&lt;br /&gt;Talvez ainda serei seu&lt;br /&gt;Frangalhos do peito rasgado&lt;br /&gt;Restos do amor que morreu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um dia talvez mude&lt;br /&gt;Um dia talvez volte&lt;br /&gt;Espero que a gente se cure&lt;br /&gt;Do orgulho que nos ilude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7249134279900541711?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7249134279900541711/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7249134279900541711' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7249134279900541711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7249134279900541711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/09/outro-dia.html' title='Outro Dia'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-1283839511610993714</id><published>2007-08-28T00:17:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:47:22.967-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Soneto do Avesso</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É tudo do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tudo sem sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o avesso do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tudo tão doído!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nem sei como apareço&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria ter sumido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o avesso do avesso&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É tudo que tenho sentido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É toda a expectativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Que se afogou e morreu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É mais uma negativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você está tão pensativa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por que não você e eu?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Apenas outra tentativa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;...(E aí vem mais uma negativa!).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5601447332247938330-1283839511610993714?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/1283839511610993714/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=1283839511610993714' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1283839511610993714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/1283839511610993714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/08/soneto-do-avesso.html' title='Soneto do Avesso'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8153956210651806982</id><published>2007-08-20T10:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-28T00:44:11.302-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mentes Pequenas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mentes pequenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se degradam em coisas pequenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se irritam em vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Colocam a culpa em você, então&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentes pequenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querem tua dor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Invejam teu bem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem que estas mentes não tem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentes pequenas &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rasteiras e traçoeiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pelas costas apunhaladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Saem de mansinho e caladas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentes pequenas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sugam tua força,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Roubam tua energia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escurecem a luz do teu dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mentes pequenas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;desgastando toda a humanidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ardendo em mágoas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Infindáveis lágrimas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hoje, ontem, sempre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por toda a eternidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-8153956210651806982?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-3085837360598696862</id><published>2007-08-08T00:20:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-08-09T18:50:07.572-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilacerando...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse império que caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Lágrimas que não foram o bastante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi o nosso mundo que ruiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nada se pôde fazer naquele instante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Esse sol que não se abriu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Barreiras que não nos deixam seguir adiante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Foi o nosso mundo que caiu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Você teimosa de orgulho, não obstante&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa vida solitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somos nós dois no precipício&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nossa pretensão imaginária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Essa paixão totalitária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sufoca desde o início&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bem vinda, realidade precária&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-3085837360598696862?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/3085837360598696862/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=3085837360598696862' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3085837360598696862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/3085837360598696862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/2007/08/dilacerando.html' title='Dilacerando...'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-8392706304720864757</id><published>2007-07-23T20:07:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T20:32:36.417-03:00</updated><title type='text'>O Ciclo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Grandes impérios de outrora se desfazem e caem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Corpulentas e imponentes fortalezas definham e ruem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todas as formas de maldade sempre evoluem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É a nobreza dos corações que agora se esvaem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cotidiano diário de puro niilismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As esquinas choram de solidão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Disfarçando a dor com o nosso cinismo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Da Idade da Pedra à Era da Aflição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conclua seu testamento e resuma sua vida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Numa página virtual desta rede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enxugue as lágrimas e cicatrize a ferida&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda não é o suficiente para matar a sede&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A vida descreve seu curso em suas insinuantes contradições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ironias calculadas que nunca se podem antever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O revés, a tristeza, as lembranças e as lições&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E os homens que ainda competem para sobreviver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um novo império já está sendo construído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O solo para o novo jardim é fertilizado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Já nem me lembro do último amor vivido&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo o ontem já é tão ultrapassado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div 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Ciclo'/><author><name>Kpitu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02108135344424859875</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='17' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-4690862170768437274</id><published>2007-07-21T05:06:00.000-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T01:00:21.251-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Poema para quem não vêm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alguém para amar&lt;br /&gt;Conhecendo corpos onde o amor não têm&lt;br /&gt;Perambular em desespero pela escuridão&lt;br /&gt;Esperar alguém que não vêm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se deixar levar&lt;br /&gt;Conseguir algo que acredita&lt;br /&gt;A viagem sem destino na imensidão&lt;br /&gt;Meu espírito ressucita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos você volta&lt;br /&gt;Pelo menos um segundo&lt;br /&gt;Aqui ao meu lado&lt;br /&gt;Já traz sentido a esse mundo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nos meus sonhos você permanece&lt;br /&gt;A vida inteira&lt;br /&gt;Aqui, ali, sempre a meu lado&lt;br /&gt;E o sentido do mundo nunca mais apetece&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto me deito&lt;br /&gt;Finjo sua presença&lt;br /&gt;Sonho bom de novo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto distraio&lt;br /&gt;Finjo satisfação&lt;br /&gt;A distância não é mais nada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por enquanto existo&lt;br /&gt;Resisto em crer&lt;br /&gt;Você não está aqui&lt;br /&gt;E não há mais nada para oferecer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-4690862170768437274?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_b38WUra0Zyw/SHWAfHJqXAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/6fpaxkZI8gI/S220/eduardo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5601447332247938330.post-7902871797515570277</id><published>2007-07-18T00:31:00.002-03:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:47:44.688-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta para a Oceania</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ei você,&lt;br /&gt;Que parte assim tão depressa&lt;br /&gt;Como quem tem tanta pressa&lt;br /&gt;Tão depressa e tão de repente&lt;br /&gt;Como quem me parte ao meio nessa&lt;br /&gt;E leva parte de mim consigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você,&lt;br /&gt;Que passa assim tão longe&lt;br /&gt;A milhares de quilômetros daqui&lt;br /&gt;E eu passo mal só de pensar&lt;br /&gt;Por favor,&lt;br /&gt;Arrume um remédio que faça passar&lt;br /&gt;A imensa vontade de estar contigo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deste lado do oceano que nos separa&lt;br /&gt;É a vida que anda tão sofrida&lt;br /&gt;É o esboço do projeto que não funciona&lt;br /&gt;É a dor aberta da eterna ferida&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;São todas essas pessoas medíocres&lt;br /&gt;É toda essa realidade triste&lt;br /&gt;É a convivência diária com o cinismo e a hipocrisia&lt;br /&gt;É o avesso do bom senso que ainda persiste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ei você,&lt;br /&gt;Que um pouco a salvo está de tudo isso&lt;br /&gt;Me deixe salvo de todo esse desperdício&lt;br /&gt;Diário cotidiano desnecessário&lt;br /&gt;Enfadonho rotineiro compromisso&lt;br /&gt;Salvo engano despenco nesse precipício&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você,&lt;br /&gt;Me liberte de tudo e me deixe leve&lt;br /&gt;Leve minha tristeza para longe&lt;br /&gt;Vai,&lt;br /&gt;E também toda essa saudade que eu sinto,&lt;br /&gt;Só de leve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda te espero uma volta&lt;br /&gt;Que ainda nas voltas do mundo&lt;br /&gt;Vale a pena a espera&lt;br /&gt;Espero que ainda dê certo&lt;br /&gt;Todo tempo que te esperei de volta&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5601447332247938330-7902871797515570277?l=dukpitu.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dukpitu.blogspot.com/feeds/7902871797515570277/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5601447332247938330&amp;postID=7902871797515570277' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7902871797515570277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5601447332247938330/posts/default/7902871797515570277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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