<?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-11444672</id><updated>2011-04-22T02:41:11.737+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Icarus</title><subtitle type='html'>Tudo o que sinto por ti e não tenho coragem para dizer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>37</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111814319990524036</id><published>2005-06-07T12:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T22:24:57.583+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Fim</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desisto porque sou fraco. Porque sei que é inevitável. Desisto porque não quero ver. Fujo, de novo. Escondo-me, de novo. Porque não quero ferir a minha alma. Porque sei que dói.&lt;br /&gt;Porque sei que o Sol há-de nascer de novo. Porque tudo me parece familiar, demasiado familiar. Porque gosto de ti. Gosto mesmo de ti. Desisto porque sou fraco e cobarde...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque sou Ícaro, sonhador e idiota. Quis voar alto demais e caí no chão, sem rede.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque afinal, quero que sejas feliz... e sei que o mereces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porque te levo a ti, para sempre, comigo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111814319990524036?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111814319990524036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111814319990524036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/06/fim.html' title='Fim'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111781881594627467</id><published>2005-06-06T18:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:17:30.576+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Levo-te a ti para sempre comigo</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Neste infinito fim que nos alcançou&lt;br /&gt;guardo uma lágrima vinda do fundo&lt;br /&gt;guardo um sorriso virado para o mundo&lt;br /&gt;guardo um sonho que nunca chegou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na minha casa de paredes caídas&lt;br /&gt;penduro espelhos cor de prata&lt;br /&gt;guardo reflexos do canto que mata&lt;br /&gt;guardo uma arca de rimas perdidas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na praia deserta dos dias que passam&lt;br /&gt;Falo ao mar de coisas que vi&lt;br /&gt;Falo ao mar do que conheci...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No mundo onde tudo parece estar certo&lt;br /&gt;guardo os defeitos que me atam ao chão&lt;br /&gt;guardo muralhas feitas de cartão&lt;br /&gt;guardo um olhar que parecia tão perto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Para o país do esquecer o nunca nascido&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;levo a espada e a armadura de ferro&lt;br /&gt;levo o escudo e o cavalo negro&lt;br /&gt;levo-te a ti... levo-te a ti para sempre comigo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na praia deserta dos dias que passam&lt;br /&gt;Falo ao mar de coisas que senti&lt;br /&gt;Falo ao mar do que nunca perdi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toranja ~ Fim&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111781881594627467?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111781881594627467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111781881594627467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/06/levo-te-ti-para-sempre-comigo.html' title='Levo-te a ti para sempre comigo'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111806383776051722</id><published>2005-06-03T14:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:17:50.846+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Coisas que guardo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ainda guardo as tuas mensagens no telemóvel.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda guardo a tua música, para ouvir quando me sinto só.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda te guardo no meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111806383776051722?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111806383776051722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111806383776051722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/06/coisas-que-guardo.html' title='Coisas que guardo'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111780112380001745</id><published>2005-06-03T13:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:18:43.806+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Faz brevemente um ano que te conheci. Lembro-me bem daquela noite. Andava triste. Tentava recuperar de feridas de outras guerras. Ao princípio achei-te apenas uma miúda engraçada. Mas depois, quando comecei a falar contigo, surpreendeste-me. Sem querer, encontrei-me em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desde essa noite, passou quase um ano. E não me arrependo de nada do que fiz. Os momentos mais felizes do meu último ano foram passados contigo. Isso já compensa tudo, todo o sofrimento, todas as dúvidas, todos os desentendimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque eu gostei realmente de ti, mesmo que não tenhas dado conta. Soube sempre onde estavas, mesmo quando estavas longe. É verdade que muitas vezes não ia lá, simplesmente para te olhar de longe. Queria decorar os teus traços, para ser mais fácil imaginar-te na solidão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fui sempre incapaz de ultrapassar uma barreia, uma barreira invisível, construída pelo próprio destino. Sempre que dava um passo em frente, era obrigado a recuar dois. Mas mesmo sabendo que estava derrotado, sem quaisquer esperanças, continuei. Só pelo prazer da honra e da lealdade. Sabia que estava fiel ao meu coração e sentia-me bem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Só queria que soubesses o quanto importante foste para mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111780112380001745?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111780112380001745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111780112380001745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/06/carta.html' title='Carta'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111765654001767966</id><published>2005-06-01T21:07:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T21:09:45.813+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I'm a believer =)</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was&lt;br /&gt;Only true in fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;Meant for someone else&lt;br /&gt;But not for me&lt;br /&gt;Love was out to get to me&lt;br /&gt;That's the way it seems&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment haunted&lt;br /&gt;All my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace&lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;br /&gt;If I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought love was&lt;br /&gt;More or less a given thing&lt;br /&gt;But the more I gave the less&lt;br /&gt;I got, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in trying&lt;br /&gt;All you get is pain&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I got rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace&lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;br /&gt;If I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's the use in trying&lt;br /&gt;All you get is pain&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted sunshine&lt;br /&gt;I got rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace&lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't leave her&lt;br /&gt;If I tried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I saw her face&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Not a trace&lt;br /&gt;Of doubt in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'm a believer [3x]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Smash Mouth ~ I'm a believer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111765654001767966?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111765654001767966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111765654001767966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/06/now-im-believer.html' title='Now I&apos;m a believer =)'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111755621396843107</id><published>2005-05-31T17:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T17:17:47.616+01:00</updated><title type='text'>... Aquela chavalinha destroça-me o coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem és tu princesinha de sentimentos tão frios, que me enches de calor com os teus lábios tão macios?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111755621396843107?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111755621396843107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111755621396843107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/aquela-chavalinha-destroa-me-o-corao.html' title='... Aquela chavalinha destroça-me o coração'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111706241217686256</id><published>2005-05-26T00:06:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T00:07:02.743+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É a minha maldição</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A minha honra é a minha fidelidade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111706241217686256?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111706241217686256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111706241217686256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/minha-maldio.html' title='É a minha maldição'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111705218536327947</id><published>2005-05-25T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T21:24:58.033+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memórias</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/87/1210/1024/butterfly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/87/1210/400/butterfly.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever felt the rush in&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah sometimes we've got to spill a drop of blood&lt;br /&gt;so you can find and take these choices&lt;br /&gt;'cause life is flying by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glourious dreams&lt;br /&gt;they will come&lt;br /&gt;they're getting closer&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up&lt;br /&gt;Glourious dreams&lt;br /&gt;they will come&lt;br /&gt;to make a different&lt;br /&gt;so better lock them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now you're loaded, you found the target&lt;br /&gt;two roads in front of you, one shot, you gotta try&lt;br /&gt;life is short so use it wisely&lt;br /&gt;so keep you brain but use you're heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glourious dreams&lt;br /&gt;they will come&lt;br /&gt;they're getting closer&lt;br /&gt;you better wake up&lt;br /&gt;Glourious dreams&lt;br /&gt;they will come&lt;br /&gt;to make a different&lt;br /&gt;so better lock them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;strengh and redemption&lt;br /&gt;I fout it on sterile eyes&lt;br /&gt;fear for the big step&lt;br /&gt;it's what always trapped us inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so now the rush is so intense&lt;br /&gt;around these walls you feel so tense&lt;br /&gt;you're breathing deep, you're so alive&lt;br /&gt;you clench you fists, the time is right&lt;br /&gt;just don't hesitate&lt;br /&gt;remember the limit is the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fonzie ~ Glorious Dreams&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111705218536327947?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111705218536327947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111705218536327947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/memrias.html' title='Memórias'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111696382952453894</id><published>2005-05-24T20:40:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T20:45:53.003+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque desviaste o olhar quando passaste por mim?&lt;br /&gt;Será que não queres que eu veja a verdade nos teus olhos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111696382952453894?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111696382952453894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111696382952453894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/mirror.html' title='The mirror'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111684263438298603</id><published>2005-05-23T11:14:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:20:54.683+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Balança</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Por ti, deixei tanta coisa para trás, desperdicei grandes oportunidades para mim, sacrifiquei-me.&lt;br /&gt;Será que valeu a pena? Talvez.&lt;br /&gt;O que ganhei com isso? Uma mão cheia de nada e outra de coisa nenhuma...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111684263438298603?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111684263438298603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111684263438298603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/balana.html' title='Balança'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111684344551399457</id><published>2005-05-23T11:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:18:00.373+01:00</updated><title type='text'>She's an extraordinary girl in an ordinary world</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's an Extraordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In an ordinary world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And she cant seem to get away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He lacks the courage in his mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a child left behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Like a pet left in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She sees the mirror of herself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An image she wants to sell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To anyone willing to buy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He steals the image in her kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From her hearts apocalypse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;From the one called whatsername&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's all alone again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wiping the tears from her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days he feels like dying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Some days it's not worth trying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Now that they both are finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She gets so sick of crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;She's an Extraordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an Extraordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an Extraordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;an Extraordinary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Green Day ~ Extraordinary Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111684344551399457?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111684344551399457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111684344551399457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/shes-extraordinary-girl-in-ordinary.html' title='She&apos;s an extraordinary girl in an ordinary world'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111654004108833003</id><published>2005-05-19T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T23:04:16.330+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Um coração iletrado</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É apenas quando nos sentimos puramente mal que o nosso coração fala. Sim, ele também fala!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A sua linguagem flui genuinamente como água pelo teclado. O seu choro nota-se no bater enérgico das teclas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;É o coração a falar... É o coração a escrever... É ele, não eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Afinal, quebrámos os dois&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111654004108833003?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111654004108833003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111654004108833003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/um-corao-iletrado.html' title='Um coração iletrado'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111653968323055104</id><published>2005-05-19T22:49:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:54:43.230+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Do fundo do coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Às vezes, penso que não vale a pena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não vale a pena fazer sacrifícios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Não vale a pena lutar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Porque sempre que lutamos, perdemos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E já estou farto do sabor da derrota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111653968323055104?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111653968323055104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111653968323055104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/do-fundo-do-corao.html' title='Do fundo do coração'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111653926142316002</id><published>2005-05-19T22:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-19T22:47:43.746+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Lâminas no coração</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Primeiro, fiquei triste.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois, senti raiva.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu peito a bater.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As minhas fotos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Os meus sentimentos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu céu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O meu Sol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Querem roubar-te do meu coração&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E nada posso fazer...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111653926142316002?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111653926142316002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111653926142316002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/lminas-no-corao.html' title='Lâminas no coração'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111635492707636060</id><published>2005-05-17T19:29:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-17T19:35:27.080+01:00</updated><title type='text'>(Coming to) The end of the line</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Houve momentos em que pensei que os nossos destinos estavam unidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Durante longos meses, adorei-te como uma deusa. Trouxe-te sempre dentro do meu coração. Pensei em ti a todas as horas, em todos os momentos. Eras tu a última coisa que via antes de adormecer e a primeira quando acordava. E era contigo que sonhava, enquanto dormia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Agora, já não sei nada...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Talvez um dia, muito depois de escrever estas linhas, quando leres este blogue, penses em mim como um idiota que um dia acreditou poder alcançar o Sol com umas simples asas feitas de cera e penas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111635492707636060?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111635492707636060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111635492707636060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/coming-to-end-of-line.html' title='(Coming to) The end of the line'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111572000804737849</id><published>2005-05-10T11:10:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T11:13:28.053+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um pouco mais de sol - eu era brasa,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Um pouco mais de azul - eu era além.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Se ao menos eu permanecesse aquém... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Assombro ou paz? Em vão... Tudo esvaído&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Num baixo mar enganador de espuma;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;E o grande sonho despertado em bruma,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;O grande sonho - ó dor! - quase vivido...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quase o amor, quase o triunfo e a chama,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quase o princípio e o fim - quase a expansão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mas na minh'alma tudo se derrama...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Entanto nada foi só ilusão!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;quase Quase de Mário de Sá Carneiro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(agradecimentos ao Chá de Palavras)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111572000804737849?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111572000804737849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111572000804737849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/para-atingir-faltou-me-um-golpe-de-asa.html' title='Para atingir, faltou-me um golpe de asa...'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111514104552494308</id><published>2005-05-03T18:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T18:27:21.496+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não tenho muito, mas o pouco que tenho é teu</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho muito, mas o pouco que tenho é teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se mais ninguém te ouvir tu sabes quem te ouve sou eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando tiveres triste, com falta de um amigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fecha os olhos não temas porque eu vou estar aqui contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que pensas muitas vezes que queres fugir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu sei que gritas e não tens ninguém para te acudir.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vida madrasta nada corre como a gente quer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tens que enfrentar o destino para o que der e vier&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao meu alcance faço tudo o que poder para ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peço desculpas pelos meus erros, sei que os cometi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque também eu posso ser réu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vou julgar-te porque quem te julga está no céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quero que saibas que podes contar com o meu amparo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amizade pura é um sentimento cada vez mais raro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conto contigo para fazeres o que faço por ti&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E quando nada correr bem eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tantas as coisas que juntos fizemos tu e eu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Custa a crer, mas a verdade é que o tempo correu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem senpre é fácil, às vezes frases magoam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem deixar mágoas porque amigos são os que perdoam&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É quando se vê quem é amigo de quem, no mal e no bem&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentindo desdém rodeado de gente sem nunca ter ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Alguém para falar, sempre pronto a escutar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mão que se estende, a mão que te ajuda a levantar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem te corrige quando tu não sabes o que é certo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem te dá água quando te perdes nalgum deserto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre por perto, sempre pronto para chorar ou rir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quem te conhecece e sabe quando tu estás a mentir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não sou perfeito, mas sabes que sou sincero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca te esqueças de mim, aqui é tudo o que eu quero&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E espero que nada, nem ninguém nos faça separar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Conto contigo, comigo podes sempre contar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de mim eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quando quiseres falar eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se te faltar um amigo eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se precisares de alguém eu estou aqui&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(You can call me), yoh esta é para ti (I'll be right there)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verdadeira amizade, tu sabes quem és&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não tenho muito mas,(You can call me), o pouco que tenho é teu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;(I'll be right there), minha amizade sincera, tu sabes quem ás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can call me, I'll be right there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll be right there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boss AC ~ Eu 'tou aqui&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111514104552494308?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111514104552494308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111514104552494308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/05/no-tenho-muito-mas-o-pouco-que-tenho.html' title='Não tenho muito, mas o pouco que tenho é teu'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111489753201057474</id><published>2005-04-30T22:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:47:50.243+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Momento</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Notaste que eu estava diferente&lt;br /&gt;Perguntaste por que estava feliz&lt;br /&gt;Estava ali contigo&lt;br /&gt;Só quis que durasse para sempre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111489753201057474?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111489753201057474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111489753201057474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/momento.html' title='Momento'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111489718701550387</id><published>2005-04-30T22:35:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-30T22:39:47.023+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Teus braços, teus olhos, teus traços, teus lábios</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noite é querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É poder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É disfarce&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É deixar para trás&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e largar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Escuro é esconder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É guardar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um livro esquecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e papel para escrever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma janela no rio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um monte a tapar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há vento que entra... frio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e tu a olhar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma carta rendida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um cenário que manda dançar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma dança perdida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a noite só para lembrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Festa é gritar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ganhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É correr&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É fugir demais... fugir demais...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há uma janela no rio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há um monte a tapar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Há vento que entra... frio...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e tu a olhar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma carta rendida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais um cenário que manda dançar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mais uma dança perdida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a noite só para lembrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Noite é poder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é querer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é chorar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em teus braços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teus olhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teus traços&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meus passos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e em ti eu acabo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é teu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;meu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é teu fado... tenta parar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é meu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;teu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;é meu fado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;em ti eu acabo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toranja ~ Cenário (janela no rio)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111489718701550387?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111489718701550387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111489718701550387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/teus-braos-teus-olhos-teus-traos-teus.html' title='Teus braços, teus olhos, teus traços, teus lábios'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111421317034821328</id><published>2005-04-23T00:33:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T00:43:08.893+01:00</updated><title type='text'>It won't take away my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A hundred days have made me older&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the last time that I saw your pretty face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A thousand lies have made me colder&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I don't think I can look at this the same&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But all these miles that seperate &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disappear now when I'm dreaming of your face&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And i dream about you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tonight it's only you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The miles just keep rollin'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;As the people leave their way to say hello&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've heard this life was overrated&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But i hope that it gets better as we go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I know,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and anywhere I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when the last one falls &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When it's all said and done&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It gets hard but it won't take away my love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still on my lonely mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think about you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And I dream about you all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm here without you baby&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But you're still with me in my dreams&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And tonight girl its only you and me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Three Doors Down ~ Here Without You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111421317034821328?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111421317034821328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111421317034821328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/it-wont-take-away-my-love.html' title='It won&apos;t take away my love'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111410766234166835</id><published>2005-04-21T19:20:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:21:02.343+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Querer o Sol sem pára-quedas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou em queda-livre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111410766234166835?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111410766234166835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111410766234166835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/querer-o-sol-sem-pra-quedas.html' title='Querer o Sol sem pára-quedas'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111410756988133381</id><published>2005-04-21T19:15:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T19:19:29.890+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Nem por um segundo largo a mão da perfeição do teu desenho</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aconteceu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e por me teres feito cego&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;recordo o sabor da tua pele&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e a calor de uma tela&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que pintámos sem pensar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ninguém perdeu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e enquanto o ar foi escuro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;despidos de passados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;talvez de lados errados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;conseguiste me encontrar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi dança&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foram corpos de aço&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;entre trastes de guitarras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que esqueceram amarras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e se amaram sem mostrar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Foi fogo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que nos encontrou sozinhos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;queimou a noite em volta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presos entre chama à solta&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;presos feitos para soltar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava escrito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o mundo só quis virar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a página que um dia se fez pesada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E o suor&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;que escorria no arno calor dos teus lábios&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;inocentes mas sábios...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;no segredo do luar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não vai acabar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos ser sempre paixão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vamos ter sempre o olhar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;ao nível de ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dei-te mais...! Valeu a pena voar...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estava escrito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E a noite veio acordar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a guerra de sentidos travada num céu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nem por um segundo largo a mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;da perfeição do teu desenho&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;e do teu gesto no meu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;foi como um sopro estranho...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...e aconteceu...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;És fogo em mim,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;És noite em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;És fogo em mim.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toranja ~ Fogo e Noite&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111410756988133381?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111410756988133381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111410756988133381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/nem-por-um-segundo-largo-mo-da-perfeio.html' title='Nem por um segundo largo a mão da perfeição do teu desenho'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111402848851368523</id><published>2005-04-20T21:16:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T21:21:28.516+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd die for you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look into my eyes - you will see&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;What you mean to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Search your heart - search your soul&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And when you find me there you'll search no more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You can't tell me it's not worth dyin' for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You know it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Look into my heart - you will find&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nothin' there to hide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Take me as I am - take my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would give it all I would sacrifice&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth fightin' for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it there's nothin' I want more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya know it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's no love - like your love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And no other - could give more love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's nowhere - unless you're there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the time - all the way&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't tell me it's not worth tryin' for&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I can't help it there's nothin' I want more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I would fight for you - I'd lie for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Walk the wire for you - Ya I'd die for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya know it's true&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Everything I do - I do it for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bryan Adams ~ (Everything I Do) I Do It For You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111402848851368523?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111402848851368523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111402848851368523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/id-die-for-you.html' title='I&apos;d die for you...'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111359957917622394</id><published>2005-04-15T22:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-15T22:12:59.176+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Ao largo ainda arde a barca da fantasia</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ai que ninguém volta&lt;br /&gt;Ao que já deixou&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém larga a grande roda&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém sabe onde é que andou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ai que ninguém lembra&lt;br /&gt;Nem o que sonhou&lt;br /&gt;E aquele menino canta&lt;br /&gt;A cantiga do pastor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao largo ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;A barca da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sonho acaba tarde&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a alma de vigia&lt;br /&gt;Ao largo ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;A barca da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sonho acaba tarde&lt;br /&gt;Acordar é que eu não queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao largo ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;A barca da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sonho acaba tarde&lt;br /&gt;Deixa a alma de vigia&lt;br /&gt;Ao largo ainda arde&lt;br /&gt;A barca da fantasia&lt;br /&gt;E o meu sonho acaba tarde&lt;br /&gt;Acordar é que eu não queria&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Madredeus ~ O Pastor&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111359957917622394?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111359957917622394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111359957917622394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/ao-largo-ainda-arde-barca-da-fantasia.html' title='Ao largo ainda arde a barca da fantasia'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111342860547335711</id><published>2005-04-13T22:38:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T22:43:25.476+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is me with another nervous breakdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My pressure dropped, this body went with it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Memory fails, I'm feeling claustrophobic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I scream my silent pain in this big plain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There's no one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me who is there now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who is there with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm taking no calls unless it's her voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'm seeing no one unless it's her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I open the mailbox every hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I'll hit the postman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to hear some love words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But not it that dyslexic voice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No I won't tear apart for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But I was given no choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I guess I was trying to keep me alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But once I was dead there was nothing to do beside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Picking me up and lying me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for some angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;To wake me and say to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;"Hello. Don't be scared. I want you to know, you're not dead."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kiss me, is this a dream?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I believe it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Please promise to me that I'm not going to get hurt this time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I too good for you, am I just paranoid?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Should I clinical ou should I speak louder?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Maybe I should close my eyes for years&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And wait for the strongest feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Out of all of the feelingsto raise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;from&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I real? Are you real? Is this real? What's real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I real? Are you real? Is this real?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tell me, what's real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Silence 4 ~ Angel Song&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111342860547335711?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111342860547335711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111342860547335711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/im-taking-no-calls-unless-its-her.html' title='I&apos;m taking no calls unless it&apos;s her voice'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111331910381403301</id><published>2005-04-12T15:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T16:20:07.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Quero-te a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Em ti vi o reflexo de um espelho. Encontrei-me a mim próprio. Soube que eras tu que eu queria.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de encontrar-te, depois de chegar ao céu, não quis voltar ao meu mundo. Não quis outra companhia. Não suporto outra companhia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Depois de encontrar uma deusa, é impossível sequer olhar para outra rapariga...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#ccffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Viver assim é tortura...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111331910381403301?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111331910381403301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111331910381403301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/quero-te-ti.html' title='Quero-te a ti'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111325109364791992</id><published>2005-04-11T21:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:24:53.656+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Yellow</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at the stars; look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And everything you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Yeah, they were all yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I came along; I wrote a song for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all the things you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it was called yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So then I took my turn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh what a thing to have done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it was all yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And Your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turn into something beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D'you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;You know I love you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I swam across; I jumped across for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh what a thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cos you were all yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I drew a line; I drew a line for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh what a thing to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And it was all yellow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Turn into something beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;D'you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you I bleed myself dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For you I bleed myself dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It's true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for(you)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look at the stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Look how they shine for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And all the things that you do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Coldplay ~ Yellow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111325109364791992?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111325109364791992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111325109364791992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/yellow.html' title='Yellow'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111306971242450699</id><published>2005-04-09T18:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-11T21:21:24.406+01:00</updated><title type='text'>É ter com quem nos mata, lealdade...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Amor é fogo que arde sem se ver, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ferida que dói, e não se sente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um contentamento descontente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É dor que desatina sem doer &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um não querer mais que bem querer, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um andar solitário entre a gente &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um nunca contentar-se de contente, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um cuidar que ganha em se perder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É um querer estar preso por vontade,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É servir a quem vence, o vencedor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É ter com quem nos mata, lealdade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas como causar pode seu favor &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nos corações humanos amizade, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se tão contrário a si mesmo é o amor? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Luís de Camões&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111306971242450699?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111306971242450699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111306971242450699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/ter-com-quem-nos-mata-lealdade.html' title='É ter com quem nos mata, lealdade...'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111299974998766852</id><published>2005-04-08T23:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T23:39:22.513+01:00</updated><title type='text'>O que nunca soubeste...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#66ffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Naquela noite podia ter tido tudo o que quisesse. Era a minha noite.&lt;br /&gt;No entanto, tu apareceste. Linda, simples, deslumbrante.&lt;br /&gt;Bastou-me olhar o teu sorriso para me sentir feliz. Estavas ali, ao meu lado. Mal podia acreditar!&lt;br /&gt;No resto da noite, não quis saber de mais nada. Não quis saber de mais ninguém. Nada mais era importante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Queria apenas olhar para ti. Observar-te...&lt;br /&gt;Naquela noite fui feliz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111299974998766852?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111299974998766852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111299974998766852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/o-que-nunca-soubeste.html' title='O que nunca soubeste...'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111299716790042428</id><published>2005-04-08T22:46:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-08T22:52:47.910+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Carta</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Não falei contigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Com medo que os montes e vales em que me achas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caissem a teus pés&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Acredito e entendo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a estabilidade lógica&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De quem não quer explodir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Faça bem ao escudo que és&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saudade é o ar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que vou sugando e aceitando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como fruto de Verão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jardins do teu beijo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas sinto que sabes,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sentes que também num dia maior&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serás trapézio sem rede&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pairar sobre o mundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em tudo o que vejo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sou mago e feiticeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nela te pinto nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nua, numa chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha e tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desconfio que ainda não reparaste&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que o teu destino foi inventado por gira-discos estragados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aos quais te vais moldando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E todo o teu planeamento estratégico de sincronização,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do coração, o sol nasce como paredes e tectos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cujos vidros vais pisando&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Anseio o dia em que acordaste por cima&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De todos os teus numeros, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Raizes quadradas, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Somas subtraídas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sempre com a mesma solução.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nah!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Podias deixar de fazer da vida um ciclo vicioso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Harmonioso,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao teu gesto mimado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E à palma da tua mão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sou mago e feiticeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nela te pinto nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nua, numa chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha e tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpa se te fiz fumo e noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem pedir autorização por escrito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ao sindicato dos Deuses&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas não fui eu que te escolhi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desculpa se te usei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como refúgio dos meus sentidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pedaços de silêncios perdidos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que voltei a encontrar em ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É que hoje acordei e lembrei-me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que sou mago e feiticeiro&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que a minha bola de cristal é folha de papel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E nela te pinto nua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nua, numa chama&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha e tua&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda magoas alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tiro passou-me ao lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ainda magoas alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se não te deste a ninguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Magoaste alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mim passou-me ao lado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mim passou-me ao lado... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Toranja ~ Carta&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111299716790042428?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111299716790042428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111299716790042428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/carta.html' title='Carta'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111265230236740429</id><published>2005-04-04T23:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T23:05:50.233+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;There's many things I wish I didn't do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I continue learning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm sorry that I hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's something I must live with everyday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the pain I put you through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish that I could take it all away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And be the one who catches all your tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thats why i need you to hear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is You [x4]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm not a perfect person&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I never meant to do those things to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I just want you to know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;To change who I used to be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I've found a reason to show&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A side of me you didn't know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A reason for all that I do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the reason is you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoobastank ~ The Reason&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111265230236740429?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111265230236740429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111265230236740429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/reason.html' title='The Reason'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111265184396940553</id><published>2005-04-04T22:56:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:58:06.266+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Não te amo...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simplesmente venero-te...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111265184396940553?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111265184396940553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111265184396940553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/no-te-amo.html' title='Não te amo...'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111255263013354799</id><published>2005-04-03T19:21:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T19:30:01.716+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh - thinkin' about all our younger years&lt;br /&gt;There was only you and me&lt;br /&gt;We were young and wild and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now nothin' can take you away from me&lt;br /&gt;We've been down that road before&lt;br /&gt;But that's over now&lt;br /&gt;You keep me comin' back for more&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're all that I want&lt;br /&gt;When you're lyin' here in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I'm findin' it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And love is all that I need&lt;br /&gt;And I found it there in your heart&lt;br /&gt;It isn't too hard to see&lt;br /&gt;We're in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh - once in your life you find someone&lt;br /&gt;Who will turn your world around&lt;br /&gt;Bring you up when you're feelin' down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya - nothin' could change what you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;Oh there's lots that I could say&lt;br /&gt;But just hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Cause our love will light the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've bin waitin' for so long&lt;br /&gt;For somethin' to arrive&lt;br /&gt;For love to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now our dreams are comin' true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Through the good times and the bad&lt;br /&gt;Ya - I'll be standin' there by you&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bryan Adams ~ Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111255263013354799?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111255263013354799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111255263013354799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/04/heaven.html' title='Heaven'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111092443187205002</id><published>2005-03-15T22:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T22:10:45.683Z</updated><title type='text'>Obsessão</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quando te vejo e quando estou contigo, tudo o que está a minha volta torna-se insignificante.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111092443187205002?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111092443187205002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111092443187205002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/03/obsesso.html' title='Obsessão'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111092296309079016</id><published>2005-03-15T21:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-15T21:45:11.493Z</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want To Miss A Thing</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While you're far away dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sweetest dream would never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Laying close to you feeling your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanna stay with you in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna miss one smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna miss one kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just wanna be with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right here with you, and just like this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want to hold you close&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Feel your heart so close to mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And just stay here in this moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;For all the rest of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause I'd miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;'Cause even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I'd still miss you baby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Don't want to close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to fall asleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't want to miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Aerosmith ~ I Don't Want To Miss A Thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111092296309079016?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111092296309079016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111092296309079016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title='I Don&apos;t Want To Miss A Thing'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111083906173284143</id><published>2005-03-14T22:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T22:57:03.696Z</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/87/1210/1024/she.jpg"&gt;&lt;img class="phostImg" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/87/1210/400/she.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro os teus olhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro os teus lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro os teus cabelos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro o teu nariz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro os teus dedos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro as tuas mãos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro os teus gestos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro quando fazes &lt;em&gt;beicinho&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro quando finges estar zangada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro a tua voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro o teu cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro o teu sorriso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro a tua cintura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro o teu estilo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro a tua maneira de pensar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Adoro-te!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111083906173284143?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111083906173284143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111083906173284143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11444672.post-111082930513513630</id><published>2005-03-14T19:28:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-03-14T19:42:53.363Z</updated><title type='text'>Icarus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Quis beijar o Sol, tocar na Lua, acariciar as estrelas... Acabei por cair no mais fundo dos abismos. Julgaram-me morto. Na verdade, não tenho a certeza da minha condição.&lt;br /&gt;Às vezes, penso que os deuses me amaldiçoaram, obrigando-me para sempre a contemplar a beleza e a perfeição de algo que nunca poderei ter. Um céu que já esteve perto da minha mão, que fugiu como água por entre os dedos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11444672-111082930513513630?l=diariodeicaro.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111082930513513630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11444672/posts/default/111082930513513630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodeicaro.blogspot.com/2005/03/icarus.html' title='Icarus'/><author><name>Ícaro</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
