<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8"?><?xml-stylesheet type='text/xsl' href='http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/mmm2008-07-24_12.50/rsspretty.aspx?rssquery=en-US;http%3a%2f%2furubataion.spaces.live.com%2ffeed.rss' version='1.0'?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:slash="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" xmlns:msn="http://schemas.microsoft.com/msn/spaces/2005/rss" xmlns:live="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" xmlns:dcterms="http://purl.org/dc/terms/" xmlns:cf="http://www.microsoft.com/schemas/rss/core/2005" xmlns:wfw="http://wellformedweb.org/CommentAPI/"><channel><title>Uruba's Kingdom</title><description>Where the pain rules!</description><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/</link><language>en-US</language><pubDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:33:36 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 22 Apr 2008 20:33:36 GMT</lastBuildDate><generator>Microsoft Spaces v1.1</generator><docs>http://www.rssboard.org/rss-specification</docs><ttl>60</ttl><live:identity><live:id>-8072138501615785866</live:id><live:alias>urubataion</live:alias></live:identity><image><title>Uruba's Kingdom</title><url>http://byfiles.storage.live.com/y1pfkPbEUEaEnp2XVjSWLESyTP0GUT-QNnxGnLLRohdzYHT6Bj0bkeL0QzffJFpZ71KIiWVj8ez22U</url><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/</link></image><cf:listinfo><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="typelabel" label="Type" /><cf:group ns="http://schemas.microsoft.com/live/spaces/2006/rss" element="tag" label="Tag" /><cf:group element="category" label="Category" /><cf:sort element="pubDate" label="Date" data-type="date" default="true" /><cf:sort element="title" label="Title" data-type="string" /><cf:sort ns="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/slash/" element="comments" label="Comments" data-type="number" /></cf:listinfo><item><title>Essa é minha sincera homenagem à todas as mulheres que se sentem ofendidas por minhas palavras doces de amor, por meu carinho e por todo amor que eu tenho dado a vocês, garotas...que têm jogado ele fora.</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!231.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font face="Courier New, Courier, Monospace" size=6&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lixo e lixeira  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Lixo, lixo e mais lixo...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;As mulheres adoram lixo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Não podem ver um lixinho que já vão levando para lixeira&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;A lixeira delas é sedenta por lixo, quanto mais podre, mais apetitoso.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Dizem que todos são podres,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Mas sempre ficam com os mais podres&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Dizem que nenhum presta,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Mas quando encontram um que presta, o despreza...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Chamam o pobre de trouxa&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Dizem que ele é apenas um bom amigo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Jogam os sentimentos dele em outro lugar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Nem sequer tem o respeito de jogar no lixo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;A lixeira delas é sagrada e sangrenta&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Pelo menos uma vez ao mês se tudo der certo ela irá sangrar&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Onde elas colocam seus lixos,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;É o mesmo lugar de onde vêm seus filhos...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Por isso dão a luz a seres podres&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Por isso o ciclo se completa&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Devo ser piedoso com elas?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Devo ter respeito por elas?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Cuspa para cima, e se lave com sua podridão...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Role na lama e despreze o nobre coração&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Diga que é pura, pura sujeira...&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Coma seus excrementos, talvez eles sejam apetitosos para você!&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Sua lixeira ainda está sedenta&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Exala um odor fétido e insuportável&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Ela sabe que logo sua fome será saciada&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;A lixeira sabe que a mulher sempre faz a escolha errada...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:18pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Questões – Uma história sobre sacrifício – Mais Questões&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Onde se esconde a verdade de suas palavras?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Até onde você poderia dizer sobre o que não quer dizer?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;As perguntas são resposta e respostas apenas esclarecem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mas a escuridão é plena no nosso reino, ela reina...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A rainha está a cada dia mais próxima do rei&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mas ele é adversário, não aliado...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A rainha sorri, o rei chora, &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Cheque mate é o que não sai de suas mentes&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Nem todos sabem jogar xadrez, mas nem todos não sabem perder,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Derrotas significam vitórias se com elas se aprendem algo de bom&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mentiras são justificáveis se foram para salvar uma vida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sinta seu coração bater...Finja que está morta...Viva até o fim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;O brilho de seus olhos se ofusca diante da minha certeza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Seu coração conhece a verdade, mas sua mente insiste em lutar...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sua mente e seu coração conhecem a dor, mas o coração sofre mais e mais...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Solução?Não... É apenas mais uma nova ilusão, até quando viverá com elas?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Em uma guerra apenas existem perdedores...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Ambos os lados perdem, ambos saem mutilados...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Proponho um tratado de paz com seu exército&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Espero esperar menos de coisas que gostaria que acontecessem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sou como você e você é como eu, estão isso serve para nós dois...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Apenas sinta, apenas deixe, apenas diga a verdade, apenas destrua a ilusão...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mesmo que para isso seja preciso destruir o seu mais fiel amor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Seja forte no momento derradeiro, quando a canção já estiver no fim...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Quando a ilusão já não for forte o bastante para poder suportar a verdade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Abrace o escuro que há dentro de você deixe-o reinar no ímpeto de seus instintos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Corte a corda que te segura de uma queda livre em um poço sem fundo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Voe em direção ao chão, sinta a morte se aproximar a cada milímetro,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Só então entenderá como me sinto...Só então será a cópia perfeita,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sua faca não tem mais utilidade agora...Suas lágrimas também não...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Tudo que precisa agora é olhar para cima e ver o quão longe da luz você está...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Então eu vou perceber...Perceber que apesar de sermos iguais, estou longe demais...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Longe demais para poder te alcançar...Mas mesmo assim eu tento, mesmo assim eu grito...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Eu pulo para te salvar, eu sinto sua dor, mas quando chego ao fundo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;O terror toma-me a alma, seu corpo está frio...Seu coração mudo...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Agora é você quem está lá em cima, e clama por mim, grita meu nome...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Você perpetua o ciclo de nosso sofrimento e eu também...Apenas nós nos ouvimos...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Onde é que minhas palavras querem chegar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;O que realmente elas querem dizer com tudo isso?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Meu coração sente amor, minha mente já não me controla mais,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Apenas uma pessoa pode trazer paz para essa alma sofrida...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Quem é essa pessoa de quem eu tanto falo?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Por que ela sempre me faz tão feliz?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Perguntas são inúteis nesse momento,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Elas apenas sugerem respostas...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman" color="#ffffff"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Não se importe com minha alma, sim com a sua...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Somente assim desvendará o grande segredo de nosso passado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Hoje você não sente...Amanhã é outro dia...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Amanhã quem sabe?... &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p align=right&gt;Urubatão Machado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Efeito+Colateral+de+%22Apenas+mais+uma+noite+negra%22+da+Gabriela.&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!230.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!230.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 12 Oct 2005 16:00:10 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!230/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!230.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-27T02:42:26Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sobre um sonho que tive faz uns 10 anos atrás...</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!226.entry</link><description>&lt;div align=center&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=6&gt;Sonho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Jamais me esqueci daquilo&lt;br&gt;Foi muito forte, foi avassalador...&lt;br&gt;Sua tristeza me deixava triste&lt;br&gt;Sua dor era a minha dor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Jamais me esqueci daquela noite&lt;br&gt;Na qual o sol brilhou mais forte&lt;br&gt;Quando seus lábios encontraram os meus&lt;br&gt;Quando a gravidade cessou, quando o mundo parou...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Não foi roubado, foi dado, foi doado, foi compartilhado,&lt;br&gt;Pude sentir sua alma, pude sentir seu amor...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Aquele momento foi infinito, foi eterno,&lt;br&gt;Até hoje ele existe e sempre existirá&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Jamais senti algo igual&lt;br&gt;Eu sentia o que você sentia, você sentia o que eu sentia,&lt;br&gt;Nós éramos um só, talvez como sempre tivesse sido,&lt;br&gt;Procuro-te até hoje, te sinto nesse momento...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Você me fez feliz, você me fez sentir,&lt;br&gt;O melhor momento de minha vida&lt;br&gt;Teu sorriso sugeria a eternidade, a perfeição,&lt;br&gt;Mas neste momento o sonho chegou ao fim...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;...Ou quem sabe acabou de começar?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Urubatão Machado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sobre+um+sonho+que+tive+faz+uns+10+anos+atr%c3%a1s...&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!226.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!226.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Oct 2005 06:10:33 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!226/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!226.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-05T06:10:33Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Alerta Vermelho</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!224.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Máquinas criadas para servir&lt;br&gt;Maquinas sem sentimento&lt;br&gt;Que não tem vida nem vontade&lt;br&gt;Escravas da comodidade&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Este futuro construído de metal&lt;br&gt;Estes circuitos, dispositivos de silício&lt;br&gt;Estas bestas sem brilho&lt;br&gt;Que nos enganam sem que nós percebamos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Úteis para certos fins&lt;br&gt;Mas não indispensáveis&lt;br&gt;A alma ausente&lt;br&gt;O espaço vazio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Nos levando para caminhos jamais trilhados&lt;br&gt;Nos levando para a ruína&lt;br&gt;Som de metal, gosto de metal na boca&lt;br&gt;Sangue que os corpos frágeis e humanos tendem a jorrar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Criadas por seres imperfeitos&lt;br&gt;Criadas por motivos egoístas&lt;br&gt;Usadas para fins comerciais&lt;br&gt;Treinadas para não errar jamais&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Controle de qualidade permanente&lt;br&gt;Programa atualizado&lt;br&gt;Sistemas danificados, restaurados&lt;br&gt;Prontos para começar uma nova guerra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Uma guerra sem vencedores&lt;br&gt;Uma guerra sem motivos&lt;br&gt;Outra guerra....&lt;br&gt;Mais metal e sangue&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Fogo para forjar seus corpos&lt;br&gt;Como bestas infernais&lt;br&gt;Eletricidade para fazer seus corações baterem&lt;br&gt;O brilhar de olhos de quem não tem alma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Alerta vermelho código 666&lt;br&gt;A besta está a despertar&lt;br&gt;Esta pronta para te seduzir&lt;br&gt;Para roubar sua alma&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Fogo, metal e sangue a fazem forte&lt;br&gt;A cruz está em chamas&lt;br&gt;Novamente o mundo irá ficar do lado errado?&lt;br&gt;Novamente Barrabás será libertado?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=4&gt;Urubatão Machado
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Alerta+Vermelho&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!224.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!224.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 14 Sep 2005 03:52:42 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!224/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!224.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-14T03:52:42Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Saint Cross</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!222.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Tudo está tão longe&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mas a podridão humana me acompanha&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Ela insiste em me acompanhar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Nos dias negros e nas noites frias&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Eu sempre quis mudar isso tudo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mas eu nada fiz para mudar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Apenas a vontade não é o suficiente&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sozinho é mais difícil, todos sabem disso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Famintos, os lobos me espreitam...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Aguardando o momento certo, a hora exata...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Longe tudo, longe de quem me faz bem&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Ainda tento ser forte, mas a dor é sobre-humana...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Meu choro ecoa no vale escuro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A lua escuta, mas permanece indiferente...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Nem mesmo as lagrimas a comoveriam&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Nem mesmo a morte traria vida a ela&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A punição é a solidão&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;O preço é a vida&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A dor é imensurável&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sinto medo, sinto pavor diante minha própria cruz,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Cruz feita por mim mesmo, santa cruz...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;É lá que se esconde o fim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Triste e ansioso, belo, porém pavoroso...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Perco-me em pensamentos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Encontro-me caído no chão gélido e pálido&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Minha vida se esvai a cada minuto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Meu fim é próximo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Meu amor distante&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Longe de tudo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Hora de ir para a cruz,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Santa cruz...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Não te mereço, não sou digno de seu martírio!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Sou imundo, mereço perecer na terra&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;E ser devorado pelos vermes, meus irmãos,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Deus cuide de meu amor, só você sabe o quanto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Eu tentei mudar o destino dele&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Mas é tarde&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;A Santa Cruz já me tem, mesmo contra minha vontade...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Minha vida se foi, mas meu amor não...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Adeus meu amor.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt; 
&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff"&gt;Urubatão Machado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Saint+Cross&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!222.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!222.entry</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Aug 2005 23:00:49 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!222/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!222.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-09-01T03:24:27Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Gabi</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!220.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;Mas que calor é esse que me aquece como fogo,&lt;br&gt;Essa chama ardente, que não dói nem fere,&lt;br&gt;Apenas conforta e me faz sentir paz?&lt;br&gt;Seus olhos me fitam diretamente à alma&lt;br&gt;Meu coração não entende o que é, mas sabe que é bom...&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;Tudo que queria neste momento era um abraço seu&lt;br&gt;Sentir-te mais próxima, te ver sorrir,&lt;br&gt;Queria te ver cantar para mim sua canção preferida&lt;br&gt;Queria também poder tocar seu coração&lt;br&gt;Com minha mais triste, porém bela canção.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;Não de agora que te conheço&lt;br&gt;Mas quantas eras nós já vivemos juntos?&lt;br&gt;E quantas mais, nos aguardam?&lt;br&gt;Não sei dizer, minha Estrela,&lt;br&gt;Amo-te meu mais puro Anjo.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;Entre muitas você é única&lt;br&gt;Dentre todas você é a que mais gosto&lt;br&gt;Serei iluminado apenas pelo seu reluzir&lt;br&gt;Serei feliz e para isso basta o seu sorrir&lt;br&gt;Minha anjinha, minha estrela, minha Gabi...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;div align=right&gt;&lt;font color="#ffffff" size=2&gt;De Urubatão Machado para Gabriela Rampazzo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Gabi&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!220.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!220.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Aug 2005 18:40:15 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!220/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!220.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-23T18:40:15Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Dor de Quem Vai</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!219.entry</link><description>  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Chorar é o que resta a quem não tem mais nada&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Sofrer é o premio de quem perde sempre&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;O coração é quem dá o ritmo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;A dor é quem dá motivação&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Para a mais triste dança que já se viu&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Não é em vão, não é por nada,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;O ritmo é lento, a chuva cai porque Deus chora,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;No chão o fluído vermelho, no céu o cinza,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Na mão a foto de sua dor, em seu cinzeiro mais cinzas,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Aberrações em forma de gente o têm na palma da mão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Quente é o fluido vermelho que cai no chão&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Frio é seu coração, bomba relógio,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Nada que não se cure com um tiro&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Avise aos outros que me vou&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Avise a todos que fui fraco&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Tema minha alma sem descanso&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Chore por meu pranto&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:14pt"&gt;Morto estou em algum canto...&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;p style="text-align:right" align=right&gt;Urubatão dos Santos Machado
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Dor+de+Quem+Vai&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!219.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!219.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2005 03:10:24 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!219/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!219.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-19T03:10:58Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Espera</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!218.entry</link><description>  
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Esta espera infinita&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Que me faz perder o rumo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Que martiriza meu mundo,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Espera tenebrosamente aflita&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Fazendo eu perder a noção do tempo&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Fazendo-me querer ultrapassar o espaço&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Tudo que quero é estar em seus braços&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Tudo fica cada vez mais lento&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Nem o tempo nem o espaço podem me impedir&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;De que seja meu seu eterno reluzir,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;De que sejas minha&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Derrubarei qualquer obstáculo para ter-te&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Jamais sofrerei outra vez até ver-te&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16pt"&gt;Nunca mais você ficará sozinha.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Espera&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!218.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!218.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Aug 2005 02:57:23 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!218/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!218.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-19T03:08:55Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Diálogo com uma pessoa muito próxima</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!216.entry</link><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;Urubatão:Queria dizer o que sinto&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas você não sente nada...Além do vazio&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Queria que você estivesse aqui&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas você não quer estar comigo&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Queria deixar de te amar&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas eu jamais te amei&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Queria ser mais frio&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Jamais será frio como eu&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Queria viver em paz&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas você é jovem demais para morrer&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Nunca ninguém me disse “eu te amo”&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas do que vale simples palavras&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Hoje pereço solitário e abandonado&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Amanhã pode piorar&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Minha vida não é difícil&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas está longe de ser fácil&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Eu luto contra meus sentimentos&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Tentando esquecer daqueles doces momentos?&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Não digo que sou bom&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:Mas você não consegue ser mal&lt;br&gt;Urubatão:Talvez eu não esteja lutando o suficiente para realizar meu sonho&lt;br&gt;Oataburu:E se tudo der errado talvez eu seja o culpado&lt;/font&gt;
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&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font size=1&gt;Urubatão dos Santos Machado&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Di%c3%a1logo+com+uma+pessoa+muito+pr%c3%b3xima&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!216.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!216.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 05:26:07 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!216/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!216.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-19T03:04:13Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>O Guerreiro da Luz</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!215.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Choro ausente de quem se foi,&lt;br&gt;Tristeza presente de quem ficou,&lt;br&gt;Alma sacrificada por egoísmo,&lt;br&gt;Espírito flagelado pelo sadismo.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Som de sinos a dobrar,&lt;br&gt;Ruído dissonante de um chorar,&lt;br&gt;Música triste a tocar,&lt;br&gt;Um rio de lagrimas a rolar.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;O fraco já se consumiu&lt;br&gt;O forte ainda sangra,&lt;br&gt;Mas se levanta, pois ele também já caiu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;Não se deixa abater por desgostos&lt;br&gt;Batalhas ganhas, batalhas perdidas&lt;br&gt;Mas com um sorriso no rosto.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p align=right&gt;&lt;font size=5&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;Urubatão Machado&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+O+Guerreiro+da+Luz&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!215.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!215.entry</guid><pubDate>Sun, 07 Aug 2005 05:20:12 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!215/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!215.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-07T05:28:17Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Sem Ela</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!214.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Longe daqui em algum lugar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Deve existir algo melhor&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Não penso em ter apenas para mim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Penso em dividir, compartilhar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Longe de ser um sonho, eu vou encontrar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Nada de desistir antes do fim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Só quando o fim chegar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Tentarei dar o que há de melhor em mim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Através de tempestades eu irei&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Por meu amor eu morrerei&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Com força eu vou tentar não chorar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Quando a dor me encontrar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Mas quando ela se for, Oh meu Deus&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;O que farei eu?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Sem ela tudo é ilusão&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Sem ela foi tudo em vão.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;De Urubatão para Simone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sem+Ela&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!214.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!214.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 04:11:46 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!214/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!214.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-08-02T04:11:46Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Assassinos Disfarçados de Anjos</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!211.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;A maldade se esconde por traz de olhos inocentes&lt;br&gt;Aparentemente inofensivos e indefesos&lt;br&gt;Basta um piscar de olhos para fazer uma lágrima sorver&lt;br&gt;Basta a dor para um coração romper&lt;br&gt;Ambição além de ambição, ganância, pós-ganância...&lt;br&gt;Apunhalado pelas costas, traído, ferido...&lt;br&gt;Claramente bem usual nos dias de hoje&lt;br&gt;Simplesmente corriqueiro quase que normal&lt;br&gt;Dois mil anos em vão, dois mil anos de olhos fechados.&lt;br&gt;O pesadelo continua a reinar em nossas noites em claro&lt;br&gt;O pior pesadelo é não conseguir dormir&lt;br&gt;Nossos olhos se abrem neste triste momento&lt;br&gt;Assassinos disfarçados de anjo nos cobrem de elogios&lt;br&gt;Elogios são para os fracos, somente eles merecem algo tão tolo.&lt;br&gt;Abrace sua maior ilusão no momento final&lt;br&gt;Aquela a qual você sempre duvidou que poderia ser real&lt;br&gt;Prenda a respiração no momento final&lt;br&gt;Você não precisa mais respirar depois que tudo se consome&lt;br&gt;Espere até que tudo fique negro como seu coração&lt;br&gt;Então verá as coisas que eu vejo, e sentirá a morte do mesmo modo que sinto a vida.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Assassinos+Disfar%c3%a7ados+de+Anjos&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!211.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!211.entry</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 04:30:39 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!211/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!211.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-07-26T04:30:39Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Saudações aos meus amigos</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!195.entry</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Olá, Solidão,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Minha companheira de infância&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Hoje te saúdo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Por ter percebido sua importância&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Saudações, Silêncio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Meu melhor amigo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Até hoje você foi&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Quem me deu o melhor conselho&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Bom dia, Tristeza&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Minha namorada,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Minha amante mais fiel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Jamais me deixara só pela estrada&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Oi, Medo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Grande Amigo,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Sempre me acolheu&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Nos momentos mais difíceis&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Salve, Dúvida,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Minha protetora,&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Sempre esteve ao meu lado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Mesmo sem eu ter te chamado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Oh dor!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Por que dóis tanto?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Por que&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Me fazes sofrer?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Então com aquele olhar velho e sábio ela me disse:&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;-Dúvido muito que algum de seus amigos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Tenham te ensinado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Tantas lições quanto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size=4&gt;Eu te ensinei.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Urubatão Machado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Sauda%c3%a7%c3%b5es+aos+meus+amigos&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!195.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!195.entry</guid><pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 03:09:38 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>0</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!195/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!195.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-10-09T04:49:16Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Meu destino</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!106.entry</link><description>&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Pode ser que tudo esteja assim&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Por causa do meu medo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;E mesmo que seja, ainda é injusto&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Sempre acusado do erro dos outros&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Nunca reconhecido pelos feitos&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Quase sem vontade de continuar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Traído pelo destino, destinado a sofrer&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Ando para todas as direções&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;E não chego a lugar algum&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Eu já estou cansado disso&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Espero que um dia eu possa sorrir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Mas não de desespero&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;E então me libertar do destino importuno&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Que tende a me destruir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Eu não perco a vontade de lutar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Nem tenho medo de errar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Mas por que tem que doer sempre?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Cego de tanto buscar a luz&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Morto de tanto viver&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Cansado de tanto tentar&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Chorando de tanto sorrir&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Eu procuro por soluções&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Mas só encontro mais problemas&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;E ainda assim tenho que sorrir?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Preso em meu próprio inferno&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Dividido pela dúvida cruel&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Assombrado pelas sombras do passado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Eu não tenho mais para onde correr&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Quero descobrir o motivo disso&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;E acabar para sempre com meu martírio&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Qual dos caminhos é o correto?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Então eu busco minha salvação&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Mas o fim é o começo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Atiro no escuro&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;É sangue o que eu vejo&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;O destino pode até ser forte&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;Mas eu sou teimoso e tentarei de novo&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;Até quando o destino vai me agüentar?&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt; &lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Ainda sinto minhas dores&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;Parece que nada mudou&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive"&gt;A vida é bem pior que a morte&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;Mas se é assim então serei pior que ela.&lt;/font&gt;
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p style=""&gt;&lt;font face="Lucida Handwriting, Cursive" size=3&gt;&lt;/font&gt; 
&lt;p style="" align=right&gt;&lt;font size=3&gt;&lt;font face="Times New Roman"&gt;Urubatão dos Santos Machado&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Meu+destino&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><category>Poesias</category><comments>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!106.entry#comment</comments><guid isPermaLink="true">http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!106.entry</guid><pubDate>Fri, 22 Jul 2005 06:55:32 GMT</pubDate><slash:comments>1</slash:comments><msn:type>blogentry</msn:type><live:type>blogentry</live:type><live:typelabel>Blog entry</live:typelabel><wfw:commentRss>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!106/comments/feed.rss</wfw:commentRss><wfw:comment>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Blog/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!106.entry#comment</wfw:comment><dcterms:modified>2005-07-22T06:55:32Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Music List: 10's greatest hits</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Music/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!199</link><description>&lt;p&gt;10&amp;#39;s greatest hits&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind Guardian: Bright EyesImaginations From the Other Side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iced Earth: DraculaHorror Show&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demons &amp;#38; Wizards: Fiddler on the GreenDemons &amp;#38; Wizards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stratovarius: InfinityInfinite&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind Guardian: Mirror MirrorNightfall in Middle-Earth&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blackmore&amp;#39;s Night: Mond TranzShadow of the Moon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Angel Dust: NeverBleed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rhapsody: Power of the DragonflamePower of the Dragonflame&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Iced Earth: The Pierced SpiritBurnt Offerings&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Demons &amp;#38; Wizards: Winter of SoulsDemons &amp;#38; Wizards&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Music+List%3a+10's+greatest+hits&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!199</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Nov 2005 03:21:38 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>musiclist</msn:type><live:type>musiclist</live:type><live:typelabel>Music list</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/lists/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!199/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2005-11-08T03:21:38Z</dcterms:modified></item><item><title>Custom List: Custom List</title><link>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!103</link><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://spaces.msn.com&amp;#47;members&amp;#47;silverkaos&amp;#47;"&gt;Surreal Poetry&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Blog da Gabi, minha irm&amp;#227; astral, uma pessoa extra-ordin&amp;#225;ria queeu amo muito.Ela escreve lindos poemas surreais.RECOMENDO A TODOS, as poesias dela s&amp;#227;o de arrasar.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://c.services.spaces.live.com/CollectionWebService/c.gif?cid=-8072138501615785866&amp;page=RSS%3a+Custom+List%3a+Custom+List&amp;referrer=" width="1px" height="1px" border="0" alt=""&gt;&lt;img style="position:absolute" alt="" width="0px" height="0px" src="http://c.live.com/c.gif?NC=31263&amp;amp;NA=1149&amp;amp;PI=73329&amp;amp;RF=&amp;amp;DI=3919&amp;amp;PS=85545&amp;amp;TP=urubataion.spaces.live.com&amp;amp;GT1=urubataion"&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!103</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Sep 2005 21:41:06 GMT</pubDate><msn:type>list</msn:type><live:type>list</live:type><live:typelabel>List</live:typelabel><cf:itemRSS>http://urubataion.spaces.live.com/Lists/cns!8FFA00CD016FE876!103/feed.rss</cf:itemRSS><dcterms:modified>2005-09-09T21:41:06Z</dcterms:modified></item></channel></rss>