<?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-29260076</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:37:45.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GaBiz A. blog's</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-116173895387401489</id><published>2006-10-24T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T18:15:53.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tentando descobrir</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Como é msm o nome daquilo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É, aquilo perdido... da geração passada, talvez retrasada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Nao consigo me lembrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;É dificil... estou tentando&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;de-me um minuto, eu consigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A SIM! LEMBREI-ME: ... ROMANTISMO !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Isso! essa era a palavra :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Essa difirente e estranha atividade tem estado extinta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;nao no sentido de nao mais haver esse fato/sentimento para com alguém... mas tmb para consigo msm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;A luta por algo, alguém q se queira e não abra-se mão..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;baboseira? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pode até ser, depende do ponto de vista de quem lê, se é para voce, entao creio q vc jah o perdeu , mas em algum momento da sua vc teve... acredite em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lembra-se de qnd pequeno(a) , vc vendo seus pais juntos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;algum natal.. algum ano novo... algum jantar em família...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;vc nunca desejou isso em algum dia da sua vida?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;eu venho aki discodar se sua resposta tenha sido por acaso negativa; Tenho certeza q esse sentimento de amar e ser amado com intensidade e paixao, p/ algum sempre, passou por sua cabeça ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;so... i made my point ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Sim um dia vc jah teve isso!? pq deixá-lo se perder agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Difícil de se conviver com isso nos dias atuais? ?? concordo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;mas nao precisa ser extinto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Se realmente desejar vc se guarda, um pedaço do seu coraçao (por mais piegas q issso pareça ser) p/ alguém/algo MTO especial e desejado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Fatos q simplismente ocorrem, podem ter deviado voce dessa linha de raciocío, por exemplo, o divórcio dos seus pais, certas dicuçoes entre eles sobre com quem vc irá passar o natal, a perda do seu primeiro amor, decepçao de amizades, até promiscuidades realizadas por vc, q mais tarde nao se sentiu a vontade com... e sabes pq? pq vc sente q se desviou do ""seu caminho"" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;pensa... estou errada?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Mas por outro lado, isso te faz um tanto qnt mais forte, a pessoa que atualmente vc eh... se arrepende disso?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;creio q nao neh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Bem, pelo menos eu acho, como eu gosto de pensar : "Se nao teve um final feliz, eh pq ainda nao eh o final"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Siga o q vc acredita. Apenas tenho isso a te dizer. =)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-116173895387401489?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/116173895387401489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=116173895387401489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/116173895387401489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/116173895387401489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/10/tentando-descobrir.html' title='Tentando descobrir'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-115265837479251629</id><published>2006-07-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:52:54.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Pick me up&lt;br /&gt;Been bleeding too long&lt;br /&gt;Right here, right now&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop it somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will make it go away&lt;br /&gt;Can't be here no more&lt;br /&gt;Seems this is the only way&lt;br /&gt;I will soon be gone&lt;br /&gt;These feelings will be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Now I see the times they change&lt;br /&gt;Leaving doesn't seems so strange&lt;br /&gt;I am hoping I can find&lt;br /&gt;Where to leave my hurt behind&lt;br /&gt;All the shit I seem to take&lt;br /&gt;All alone I seem to break&lt;br /&gt;I have lived the best I can&lt;br /&gt;Does this make me not a man?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut me off&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Heart stops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't be my own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to leave this place?&lt;br /&gt;What is it I'm hanging from?&lt;br /&gt;Is there nothing more to come?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Is it always black in space?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to take its place?&lt;br /&gt;Am I going to leave this race?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess God's up in this place?&lt;br /&gt;What is it that I've become?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something more to come? (More to come)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut me off&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready&lt;br /&gt;Heart stops&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone&lt;br /&gt;Can't be my own ..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-115265837479251629?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/115265837479251629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=115265837479251629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115265837479251629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115265837479251629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/07/pick-me-up-been-bleeding-too-long.html' title=''/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-115239147999343790</id><published>2006-07-08T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T13:44:40.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;How did it start? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Well I don't know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just feel the craving&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I see the flesh and it smells fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;It's just there for the taking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;These little girls they make me feel so goddamn exhilerated &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I feel them up, I can't give it up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;The pain, I'm just erasing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I tell my lies and I despise &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Every second I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;So I run away and you still stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;SO WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU ??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Your feelings I can't help but rape them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm sorry, I don't feel the same &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;My heart inside is constantly hating &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I'm sorry, I just throw you away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I don't know why I'm so fucking cold &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I dont know why it hurts me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All I wanna do is get with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;And make the pain go away &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why do I have a conscience &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All it does is fuck with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;Why do I have this torment &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;All I wanna do is fuck it away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;I just throw you away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;DEVERAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não sei o porquê, cada um eh cada um, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;cada um age de forma distinta de se mostrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;msm querendo, amando desejando, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mantém essa imensa distância esmagadora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;pense em você.... primeiro, por favor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;os outros terão q aguentar as consequências.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;T.A.Y.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-115239147999343790?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/115239147999343790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=115239147999343790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115239147999343790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115239147999343790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-fuck-is-with-you.html' title='WHAT THE FUCK IS WITH YOU ???'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-115135274275118330</id><published>2006-06-26T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T13:12:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas eu.... O.o</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas eu estou mudando ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;pelo visto p/ pior...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;só vejo quem estou decepcionando, me achando superior... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;NAO nao sou... e tenho q ter consiencia disso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nao preciso dessas cosias p/ ser feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;essa busca por algo q me completa tah me cansando!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estou aproveitando meus momentos, mas outrora eu nao os aproveitaria, entende?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;colocaria a situa'zao em perspectiva e analisaria...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;atulamente nao estou fazendo mais isso =/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;penso apenas no que EU  sentirei, no q estou com vontade na hora, e raramente digo nao O_o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;O pior, ou melhor disso eh que: nao estou me arrependendo. ái! confusa confusa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;divertido, mas confuso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;enfim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#ff6600;"&gt;desabafei, ao menos um pouco :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-115135274275118330?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/115135274275118330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=115135274275118330' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115135274275118330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115135274275118330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/06/mas-eu-oo.html' title='Mas eu.... O.o'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-115074087956979749</id><published>2006-06-19T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T11:14:40.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>necessidade.... ou não</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Posso não ter tudo q quero, mas tenho tudo q preciso...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;isso eh um fato e creio, e quero q nao mude nem mudará...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não é necessário ter o carro do ano, ou o celular mais atual; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  mas sim a amizade q nao tem data de expiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Não se faz necessário ter alguém sob vc;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  mas sim alguém q vc possa ensinar, pasa não pisar nos msm    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;  caminhos errados;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;algo tmb q acho desnacessário são: ESSAS MERDAS DESSAS PESSOAS FRUSTADAS Q NAO FAZEM NADA ALÉM DE ALGORAR A SUA VIDA!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;amor, se vc nao é feliz, procure ser e nao eh sugando a vida dos outros q conseguirás isso ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;so.... só tenho algo a dizer: nao me importa o q pensas de mim, e sim me importa o q as pessoas q eu amo pensam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;se vc tem necessidade de NECESSITAR  a vida alheia... lo sineto meu amor. essa vida aki vc nao irá destruir. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;pode até abalar... mas só me abalará quem já está inserido na minha vida, esse crédito nao será seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;=D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;empatia transborda ^^ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-115074087956979749?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/115074087956979749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=115074087956979749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115074087956979749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115074087956979749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/06/necessidade-ou-no.html' title='necessidade.... ou não'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-115068271627005276</id><published>2006-06-18T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T19:05:16.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;A vida é mto curta, certo!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;então temos q aproveitá-la, correto!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Entretanto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;na prática isso não ocorre de fato...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;gostaria mto q assim fosse, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;sinto medo, sinto perigo, desvio da minha mente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Uma voz suave entra minha mente agora, ouvindo uma música q fala de amor eterno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;será porém q ele existe!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Não estou reclamando da vida ou algo do gênero...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;é apenas nostalgia ou falta de ....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Sou empática  até demais, vendo q devo exalar isto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;mas nao encontro tal receptor...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Lágrimas de felicidades ou tristesas agora rolam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Pq sentimos nostalgia?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;falta do q um dia jah foi!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;isso indica q nosso presente nao e tao satisfatório, correto!? ou até msm nao!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;não há porquê eu reclamar, tenho saúde, amigos, família, amor a minha volta, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;entao pq choro!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Estou feliz, mas nao completa....   talvez por isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;GabiZ Attilio&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-115068271627005276?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/115068271627005276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=115068271627005276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115068271627005276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/115068271627005276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/06/blog-post.html' title='........'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-114982764987492741</id><published>2006-06-08T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T21:34:09.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>QUERO-TE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te mostrar do que sou capaz de fazer por ti,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te dar o que os céus me deram, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te amar,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te mostrar que o carinho é o mais receptivo sentimento&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;   existente;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te sobre mim todas as manhãs, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; lábios mornos, fervendo de paixão&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sua pele suave, nua, minha.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te talvez não para sempre, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  mas quero-te agora... enquanto dure;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Por alguma curiosidade ainda não descoberta,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quero-te!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sentir tua falta, para depois matá-las sem dó alguma&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sobre tudo de mais importante que há&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Te dou um posto alto, querendo-te, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;  o máximo possível, até o anoitecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DO meu último dia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;By GabiZ Attilio 22:31h      08.06.06&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/29260076-114982764987492741?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/114982764987492741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=114982764987492741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/114982764987492741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/114982764987492741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/06/quero-te.html' title='QUERO-TE'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-114969956768483200</id><published>2006-06-07T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T09:59:27.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Éres o q passou, ou o que ainda passa?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Corpo invisível, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Defeituoso, deixado por muitos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;como consegues??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Como ainda tens força? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Por que lutas? Por que se desespera?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;O tempo pode ser cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;ou pode ser uma grande alavanca &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;  ajudando a tirar o peso q resta;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Medo , angustia, insegurança&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas de que adianta? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nada nos é dado com confiança, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Tire-o de mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;da minha mente, meus pensamentos, meu respirar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;No profundo me escondo;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Mas ainda quero para a luz olhar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;-----------:----------------- By GaBiZ A. ----------------:--------------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;nao entenderás o q foi escrito , pq minha mente nao é clara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Nem mesmo para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-114969956768483200?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/feeds/114969956768483200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29260076&amp;postID=114969956768483200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/114969956768483200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29260076/posts/default/114969956768483200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://gabiattilio.blogspot.com/2006/06/res-o-q-passou-ou-o-que-ainda-passa.html' title='Éres o q passou, ou o que ainda passa?'/><author><name>*GaBiz*</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18323536832329476177</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://spc.fotologs.net/photo/28/18/46/gabizattilio/1148399359_f.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29260076.post-114944497139818401</id><published>2006-06-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T11:18:43.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feels like....</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;*Primeiro post no blog*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;aqui colocarei meus pensamentos, minhas agonias , meus desabfos, msm nao estando me sentindo mal ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Essa letra diz mto sobre mim, msm eu nao a sentindo. como sei q isso será MTO pouco visitado, colocarei meus sentimentos mais profundos com a finalidade das pessoas mais próximas de mim tentarei me enteder mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;^.^&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I woke up in a dream today &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;To the cold of the static &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And put my cold feet on the floor &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Forgot all about yesterday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Remembering I'm pretending to be where I'm not anymore &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;A little taste of hypocrisy &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I'm left in the wake of the mistake /Slow to react &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even though you're so close to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's true, the way I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was promised by your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The sound of your voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Painted on my memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even if you're not with me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm with you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You, now I see, keeping everything inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With you You, now I see, even when I close my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I hit you and you hit me back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And we fall to the floor /The rest of the day stands still &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Fine line between this and that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;But when things go wrong, I pretend the past isn't real &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now I'm trapped in this memory &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;And I'm left in the wake of the mistake/ Slow to react &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even though you're close to me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're still so distant, and I can't bring you back &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;It's true, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;the way I feel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Was promised by your face &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The sound of your voice &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Painted on my memories &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Even if you're not with me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm with you You, now I see, keeping everything inside &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With you You, now I see, even when I close my eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;With you You, now I see, keeping everything inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29260076-114944497139818401?l=gabiattilio.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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