<?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-3294636670335339763</id><updated>2011-11-13T20:33:24.127-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Human Not Found</title><subtitle type='html'>These words I write keep me from total madness - (Bukowski).</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-260333556038443186</id><published>2011-11-13T20:32:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2011-11-13T20:33:24.145-02:00</updated><title type='text'>...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lum2oosFh51qk8x2go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 331px;" src="http://28.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lum2oosFh51qk8x2go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenho preguiça de correr atrás.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não que seja só para você fazer isso, mas perceba que quando o faz, dou a atenção devida e tudo fica tão bom. São os ‘calos’ da vida que me faz agir assim, não sou atingido, e por isso não saio da minha zona de conforto. Por isso, sempre que vier, saibas que é bem vinda. Você mesmo já disse que me entende, sabe como fico na minha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu nem precisaria estar falando isso, sei que você já sente assim, é recíproco. Você aprendeu a lidar comigo, pois quis me conhecer antes de tudo. Eu sei te entender e deixá-la livre. E mesmo assim, livre, você caminha sempre na direção dos meus braços.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabe o quão bom é isso? Eu observo tudo, não que eu esteja te vigiando, mas cada despedida de um dia juntos, me faz pensar em quando será o próximo. Que nunca tem data e hora marcada, simplesmente acontece quando temos tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Miza&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-260333556038443186?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/260333556038443186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/260333556038443186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/260333556038443186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='...'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-4704503962671662065</id><published>2011-08-22T23:06:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:10:48.176-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Why bother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lok8hkwmny1qk8x2go1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 340px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lok8hkwmny1qk8x2go1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think about it. About how sweet is this moment, how good it can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lately, I do prefer it in a hard way, just delight. And you don’t even need to stay with me later, just grab your clothes and go away, you know where the out door is…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you/if you need me, when you want, just knock the door again. I’ll not judge. I’ll be waiting for ya.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll just make you happy, I just wanna share this happiness with you, even for a moment. But you dont need to worry about me, neither do I.&lt;br /&gt;Isn't simple?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life already is complicated, and I don’t wanna make blowing mind games all the time…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile! Be fucking happy while you can!&lt;br /&gt;Like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm7xikCeNg1qc9dyfo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 334px;" src="http://26.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lm7xikCeNg1qc9dyfo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-4704503962671662065?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/4704503962671662065/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-bother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4704503962671662065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4704503962671662065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/08/why-bother.html' title='Why bother?'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-5957031768669385680</id><published>2011-07-10T21:30:00.010-03:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T00:26:02.088-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Frio?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11825635/270763_217482728294574_100000985464867_626997_1798701_n_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 338px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/11825635/270763_217482728294574_100000985464867_626997_1798701_n_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As pessoas dizem que são frias (sem sentimentos), que não se importam, que não precisam, que não ligam, que essa necessidade não passa pela cabeça delas.&lt;br /&gt;Geralmente são aquelas que já sofreram alguma(s) desilusões.&lt;br /&gt;Mas na verdade tudo o que querem é alguém ali do lado, para converter tudo isso que dizem, em algo totalmente ao contrário. Pois necessitam.&lt;br /&gt;São tão ‘frias’, que quando ficam com alguém já ficam bobas, pensando horas e horas, revivendo os momentos…&lt;br /&gt;Isso só comprova o quanto ela necessitava daquilo, só não queria demonstrar, só tem/tinha medo de ser ‘humana’.&lt;br /&gt;Mas como todo começo é assim, ‘bobo’, isso causa certo conforto mesmo, aquela felicidade que não vai embora, aqueles minutos parados pensando na pessoa.&lt;br /&gt;Até o momento em que…Se acontecer tudo de novo, ela volta a ser a mesma, onde irá voltar a repetir as mesmas frases, os mesmo dizeres e idéias. Até acontecer de novo.&lt;br /&gt;É um ciclo, você não pode fugir disso.&lt;br /&gt;E não, você não errou, simplesmente tinha que acreditar, faz parte…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, dont tell me nonsense things! I know you inside, and I wish…&lt;br /&gt;Never mind..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;..inside, you’re just a little baby ♪&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s fine, it’s beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;…you’re loveable ♫ :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-5957031768669385680?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/5957031768669385680/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/07/frio.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/5957031768669385680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/5957031768669385680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/07/frio.html' title='Frio?'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-6514016873873095026</id><published>2011-05-24T22:52:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T22:53:47.904-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Mantrap</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i54.tinypic.com/zlt0eq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 480px; height: 360px;" src="http://i54.tinypic.com/zlt0eq.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É. cada um tem seu purgatório…&lt;br /&gt;Por mais que eu não fique interessado, digo que é linda mesmo assim naquela hora…&lt;br /&gt;Cuz its true! Todas as mulheres são, de um jeito ou de outro. Sempre tem algo sobre cada uma de vocês, um sorriso, uma curva, um segredo, um detalhe.&lt;br /&gt;São mesmo uma das criaturas mais incríveis. A obra de arte da vida de muitos, são complemento…E então vem a manhã seguinte. A maldita ressaca.&lt;br /&gt;E percebo não ser tão disponível como pensei na noite anterior…&lt;br /&gt;Deixo ela ir embora e fico aqui assombrado por mais um caminho não percorrido, penso no que fiz, mas logo passa.&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a verdade, e tenho que ‘libertá-la’ algumas vezes…E você nunca vai saber quando, tem que ficar alerta.&lt;br /&gt;É meu “ufa”, dizendo-a nua e crua sem ter medo de como vão julgar, porque vou agir assim novamente, vou me sentir feliz no momento e não vou me importar, só vou querer aquela hora, aquela gota do elixir…&lt;br /&gt;Apesar de tudo eu quero o certo, mas isso acontece como uma vingança comigo mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;É um combate sem fim, ou será que vai ter um? Eu quero parar.&lt;br /&gt;É só porque não era tão interessante assim, mas valia a pena ali. Só porque eu cansei de mim mesmo e desisti, simples assim, de uma hora para outra aparece o “I don’t care”.&lt;br /&gt;Frio, imprevisível, insensível, pra quê se preocupar?&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade isso é só a casca, que me protege do homem que realmente sou. Que me protege de ter que pensar em coisas alheias.&lt;br /&gt;É uma quest, o bônus está trancado atrás de uma porta, um dia aparece alguém com a chave, desvenda tudo, e eu vou ficar boquiaberto, surpreendido, indefeso…&lt;br /&gt;Ou posso estar jogando novamente. You’ll never know, if you never try.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Im a dick!&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need to feel guilty, when I can go out and have fun?&lt;br /&gt;No final, vocês sempre saem com o cara idiota que te faz bem, mesmo que seja por uma noite, porque você estava vulnerável, no lugar errado, na hora errada.&lt;br /&gt;Precisando ouvir aquelas palavras, se sentir melhor e importante, depois de um fora que você levou. E lá estavam elas, saindo da boca de alguém que tinha uma única intenção: obter prazer, se divertir!&lt;br /&gt;Vai dizer que é ruim? Te fez bem, e muito bem. Não reclame!&lt;br /&gt;Você se pergunta: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O que há de errado comigo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora que te &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;‘vi’&lt;/span&gt; bem de perto, não há nada de errado, você foi ótima. Só não lhe houve o acaso de encontrar alguém que se adeque ao que você sente, da maneira que você almeja.&lt;br /&gt;Mas se você criou alguma expectativa, você só estava com a pessoa errada…Ou não!&lt;br /&gt;Quem é certo pra dizer o quê, ou quem é o errado?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depois de tudo, você vai ver que, bem…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where is the bottle of wine? Lets celebrate this moment, what do you think?&lt;br /&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nossa mente/psicológico é capaz de tanta coisa, até de nos jogar contra nós mesmos, o que estou fazendo agora. Mas sempre tem a volta por cima…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texto escrito por mim, inspirado em um episódio da Série Californication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-6514016873873095026?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/6514016873873095026/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/05/mantrap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6514016873873095026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6514016873873095026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/05/mantrap.html' title='Mantrap'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i54.tinypic.com/zlt0eq_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-1938888516036065012</id><published>2011-05-21T11:29:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:15:47.045-03:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE_MgIuhHko/TdfPDndJXXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rVKu2aTGax0/s1600/img.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE_MgIuhHko/TdfPDndJXXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rVKu2aTGax0/s320/img.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609179521951030642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if she likes me the same way I do...&lt;br /&gt;I never know, she makes me smile, feel happy, feel myself dont caring about others saying. This is so good and I get confused.&lt;br /&gt;I love smiling all the mornings when I'm going to my job...&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid to say something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;I'm afraid...to lost her contact.&lt;br /&gt;I'm real sad this saturday.&lt;br /&gt;Why? Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day...I want that hug...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182- I miss you ♪&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-1938888516036065012?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/1938888516036065012/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/1938888516036065012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/1938888516036065012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/05/thoughts.html' title='I miss you'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kE_MgIuhHko/TdfPDndJXXI/AAAAAAAAAcQ/rVKu2aTGax0/s72-c/img.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-4877089244284472062</id><published>2011-04-23T15:18:00.006-03:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T23:17:10.733-03:00</updated><title type='text'>A lazy Saturday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6231721/tumblr_lepu6g1qNU1qe6s3qo1_500_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/6231721/tumblr_lepu6g1qNU1qe6s3qo1_500_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I woke up a little bit later...&lt;br /&gt;I'm here right now, on my desk, writing this post after I saw one thing that touched my feelings, a good thing happening to a friend that I like so much! ;D&lt;br /&gt;I don't have the exactly words and sense to create phrases right now, but I'll try to show what is going on in my mind through some words...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Start, spark, moment,&lt;br /&gt;happinnes, explosion, laughing,&lt;br /&gt;friendship, affection, time,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts, trust, partner.&lt;br /&gt;Love, days, weeks, months,&lt;br /&gt;gifts, comemorations, together&lt;br /&gt;The pursuit of happiness...&lt;br /&gt;The protective embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closing.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling...Aah, that feeling!&lt;br /&gt;Ever...&lt;br /&gt;And ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is a gift that comes to few! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time I don't know how it is, to feel like that.&lt;br /&gt;But I see things going on around me and&lt;br /&gt;it makes me feel kinda happy in some way, without an specific reason.&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a reason, I just feel it =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-4877089244284472062?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/4877089244284472062/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazy-saturday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4877089244284472062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4877089244284472062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2011/04/lazy-saturday.html' title='A lazy Saturday...'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-9025123867908077092</id><published>2010-07-21T21:28:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T22:52:34.228-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Agora- EU- Diálogo</title><content type='html'>EU?&lt;br /&gt;Gosto do &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AGORA&lt;/span&gt; porque...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TEeVS8pbyVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s--dz8OGBVI/s1600/felicidade2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TEeVS8pbyVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s--dz8OGBVI/s320/felicidade2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496526022979078482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Algo sempre acontece com a gente.&lt;br /&gt;Não quero atrair coisas ruins.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Nós temos isso em comum...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Há coisas que não podemos explicar.&lt;br /&gt;Não me importo com elas.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é o que eu digo agora...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Não! Eu tenho certeza! É o que quero dizer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não há um eternamente pra nós dois.&lt;br /&gt;É apenas o AGORA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Isso não é verdade, não pode ser...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É verdade!&lt;br /&gt;O AGORA é tudo.&lt;br /&gt;O AGORA é perfeito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Eu nunca estive tão feliz na minha vida inteira, do que agora com você&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Se você quiser que eu pare por aqui,&lt;br /&gt;eu vou ter que me afastar, porque eu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-Nós temos isso em comum também...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;O &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;AGORA&lt;/span&gt; é mágico, nos faz dizer coisas precipitadas, mas que no momento tem um efeito de tudo parecer estar perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;Aproveite-o, cative-o e não se preocupe com o que virá mais tarde.&lt;br /&gt;O que tem de ser, é!&lt;br /&gt;Apenas alteramos certas circunstâncias.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Não sei se &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;sou&lt;/span&gt; ou &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;estou&lt;/span&gt;, me sinto uma &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ANTÍTESE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Você nunca irá saber como me sinto realmente, apenas jogue limpo.&lt;br /&gt;Quem sabe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-9025123867908077092?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/9025123867908077092/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/07/agora-eu-dialogo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/9025123867908077092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/9025123867908077092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/07/agora-eu-dialogo.html' title='Agora- EU- Diálogo'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TEeVS8pbyVI/AAAAAAAAAWE/s--dz8OGBVI/s72-c/felicidade2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-3067931277708120629</id><published>2010-07-10T12:22:00.004-03:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:50:25.146-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Ser - Querer - Não ter ou poder</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TDikyZ8vI9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RtPcq79iTLA/s1600/life+is+a+game.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TDikyZ8vI9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RtPcq79iTLA/s320/life+is+a+game.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492320931444368338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hj acordei depois de uma noite bebendo e jogando sinuca com alguns amigos do tempo de escola.&lt;br /&gt;Foi uma noite divertida, risadas, zueiras, relembranças das coisas e claro, todo momento risonho natural e o restante que o alcool já faz por si mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;E hoje é um novo dia, estou são e afundado em pensamentos como sempre.&lt;br /&gt;No que sou, no que quero ser.&lt;br /&gt;No que tenho e no meu árduo 'querer e não poder'.&lt;br /&gt;Ver e não ter.&lt;br /&gt;Tão distante mas tão perto.&lt;br /&gt;A prova do meu ser que nunca é concreta.&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me momento e espaço pra isso. Pra mostrar que 'sou'.&lt;br /&gt;O que realmente me atrai, parece estar longe de alcançar, mesmo sendo recíproco.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas palavras são minhas propriedades.&lt;br /&gt;São o meu 'EU' gritando minha realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Muitos podem ouvir, mas quero aquele certo ouvir.&lt;br /&gt;Que dá certo comigo...&lt;br /&gt;Na verdade nada está certo.&lt;br /&gt;São turbilhões de pensamentos e planos.&lt;br /&gt;É cansativo ir e voltar, parecer como uma figurinha de album que mtos colecionam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;STOP! STOP! Freeze me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Misantropia parece a palavra e ato mais amigo pra mim no momento.&lt;br /&gt;Pra me sentir seguro e continuar.&lt;br /&gt;Quero me sentir inteiro, pois parece que tenho pedaços de mim espalhados.&lt;br /&gt;Quero ser pra uma só.&lt;br /&gt;Quero meu equilíbrio.&lt;br /&gt;Quero aprender a confiar, o que é mais arisco em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Mas antes do QUERER, vem o MERECER.&lt;br /&gt;Cá estou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouvindo: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ndYEdGd8Gs4"&gt;Hey You- Pink Floyd&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-3067931277708120629?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/3067931277708120629/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/07/ser-querer-nao-ter-ou-poder.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/3067931277708120629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/3067931277708120629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/07/ser-querer-nao-ter-ou-poder.html' title='Ser - Querer - Não ter ou poder'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TDikyZ8vI9I/AAAAAAAAAVY/RtPcq79iTLA/s72-c/life+is+a+game.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-787012051135475174</id><published>2010-05-18T22:37:00.007-03:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T17:27:45.775-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Half ME</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBmHO4IE6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/MTnqVOFQGMY/s1600/HalfHank.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 178px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBmHO4IE6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/MTnqVOFQGMY/s320/HalfHank.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535036216476963746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metade de mim é o que eu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GRITO&lt;/span&gt;, mas a outra metade é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SILÊNCIO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Uma metade é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PARTIDA&lt;/span&gt;, enquanto a outra é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SAUDADE&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim é o que eu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OUÇO&lt;/span&gt;, a outra me mantenho &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CALADO.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto metade é o que &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PENSO&lt;/span&gt;, a outra se torna um &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;VULCÃO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Metade de mim é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;LEMBRANÇA&lt;/span&gt; do que já fui, a outra metade não sei...&lt;br /&gt;Que a arte me aponte uma &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;RESPOSTA&lt;/span&gt;. Mesmo que ela não saiba, e que ninguém a tente criar.&lt;br /&gt;Complicar é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PRECISO&lt;/span&gt;, mas simplicidade pode fazê-la &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FLORESCER&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Metade de mim é &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PLATÉIA&lt;/span&gt;, a outra eu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ESCAPO&lt;/span&gt; de olhares, se tenho um só que me &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;IMPORTA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Porque metade de mim até pode ser &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;AMOR&lt;/span&gt;. Mas se não cuidado se torna &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUPÉRFLUO&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que algum &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ESPELHO&lt;/span&gt; reflita em meu rosto, um sorriso que eu tenha dado na &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;INFÂNCIA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Quero me lembrar de quão bom era estar começando...&lt;br /&gt;Que o medo da solidão se afaste, que o convívio comigo mesmo se torne ao menos &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;SUPORTÁVEL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que a tensão que me corroe por dentro, seja um dia recompensada.&lt;br /&gt;Se um dia tudo que agora acredito não tiver mais valor...&lt;br /&gt;Que não me tape os &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OUVIDOS&lt;/span&gt; e a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BOCA&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Que meu pensar seja sempre do meu &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EU&lt;/span&gt; próprio, as &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;INFLUÊNCIAS&lt;/span&gt; não me assolem, mas sejam como areia na superfície onde piso.&lt;br /&gt;Que as palavras que digo não sejam só &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;OUVIDAS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se colocadas em &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PRÁTICA&lt;/span&gt;, dou continuação...&lt;br /&gt;Voltando à minha &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;METADE&lt;/span&gt;. Você conseguiria &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DESENHÁ-LA&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Parte do post inspirado no poema de Oswaldo Montenegro- Metade&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-787012051135475174?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/787012051135475174/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/05/half-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/787012051135475174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/787012051135475174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/05/half-me.html' title='Half ME'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBmHO4IE6I/AAAAAAAAAYU/MTnqVOFQGMY/s72-c/HalfHank.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-1814484098970740203</id><published>2010-04-24T17:03:00.009-03:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T22:14:47.452-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Realist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S9NQ0fDNYXI/AAAAAAAAATw/FT6h-fdxv4M/s1600/imagem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S9NQ0fDNYXI/AAAAAAAAATw/FT6h-fdxv4M/s320/imagem.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5463799635548922226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nao use grandes palavras para surpreender alguém. Seja simples e inesquecível."&lt;br /&gt;Distância é um bicho fdp.&lt;br /&gt;E saudade é outro.&lt;br /&gt;Controle suas emoções pra que nada cresça tão intenso, sendo que ali existe a barreira do impossível em tal momento.&lt;br /&gt;Continue perto, mesmo estando distante.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite. Dê o devido valor.&lt;br /&gt;Saiba ser feliz, e que pra isso não significa ter o melhor de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas saber como tornar tudo melhor.&lt;br /&gt;Seja um ótimo amigo, pq RELEMBRAR algum dia, é VIVER :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;cuz saying it,&lt;br /&gt;means going away,&lt;br /&gt;n going away means&lt;br /&gt;FORGETTING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Ps:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Imagem de deliciosas batatas fritas, pq enquanto eu escrevia isso e mostrava pra &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Kah (Devil)&lt;/span&gt;, o assunto paralelo era batata frita! HuaHua.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-1814484098970740203?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/1814484098970740203/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/04/realist.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/1814484098970740203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/1814484098970740203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/04/realist.html' title='Realist'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S9NQ0fDNYXI/AAAAAAAAATw/FT6h-fdxv4M/s72-c/imagem.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-5645848815522350451</id><published>2010-04-02T20:25:00.005-03:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T15:40:17.867-02:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;' Time changes everything, not inside '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Queria fazer algumas pessoas felizes mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;Só que penso tanto e acabo se esgotando. Não se esgotando de uma maneira ruim, mas sim em não saber ser um 'EU' melhor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Stronger!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Healthy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Happy!&lt;br /&gt;I'm Alone!&lt;br /&gt;I have doubts all the time.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the only one.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Pretty! (h)&lt;br /&gt;Or I guess so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dor, mtas vezes não advém de algo vivido por vc, mas sim de coisas q são sonhadas e acabam não se cumprindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas...todavia, porém e com um pouco de fé e ctz, acredito no que sonho/almejo.&lt;br /&gt;Felicidade é como uma droga, vc só tem que saber prolongar o efeito dela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Sempre!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saber ser feliz mesmo quando está sem motivo, apesar de eu tê-lo comigo!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Desejo que todos francamente, sejam o seu &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MELHOR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-5645848815522350451?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/5645848815522350451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-am-i.html#comment-form' title='7 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/5645848815522350451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/5645848815522350451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/04/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I ?'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-4269893434911217643</id><published>2010-03-14T18:26:00.003-03:00</published><updated>2011-04-23T15:53:45.548-03:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fazendo um post aqui, hj que resolvi divulgar esse blog.&lt;br /&gt;Escrevo que der na cabeça. Tanto coisas que crio, ou comentar sobre algo que eu ache interessante. Veremos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S5wq8cLPDUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WtlOpQp8HlE/s1600-h/palha%C3%A7othinking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S5wq8cLPDUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WtlOpQp8HlE/s320/palha%C3%A7othinking.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448276867055291714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;As vezes falo como um PALHAÇO, mas nunca duvido da seriedade da platéia...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Todo mundo tem um 'palhaço' dentro de si. Se é bom ou ruim, observe seu sorriso. O que isso te faz sentir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;#Pagliacci, History&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-4269893434911217643?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/4269893434911217643/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazendo-um-post-aqui-hj-que-resolvi.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4269893434911217643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/4269893434911217643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/03/fazendo-um-post-aqui-hj-que-resolvi.html' title=''/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S5wq8cLPDUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/WtlOpQp8HlE/s72-c/palha%C3%A7othinking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-6971022454822806269</id><published>2010-02-05T23:39:00.003-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:23:40.205-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Night...</title><content type='html'>Today Im feeling this way:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2zI8x6V80I/AAAAAAAAANY/CEIecWvpm-M/s1600-h/1130127861_gal_tango2___700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2zI8x6V80I/AAAAAAAAANY/CEIecWvpm-M/s320/1130127861_gal_tango2___700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434939796845097794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck hard, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I just wanna hear ur moanings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-6971022454822806269?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/6971022454822806269/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6971022454822806269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6971022454822806269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/02/friday-night.html' title='Friday Night...'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2zI8x6V80I/AAAAAAAAANY/CEIecWvpm-M/s72-c/1130127861_gal_tango2___700.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-3426926373977756235</id><published>2010-01-31T06:04:00.005-02:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T20:23:08.273-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2U87pMQmXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qZtv3OqfQWw/s1600-h/Vampire_Kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2U87pMQmXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qZtv3OqfQWw/s320/Vampire_Kiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432815520859593074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Indo dormir...&lt;br /&gt;Como eu gostaria que ela viesse agora, em vestes vermelhas,&lt;br /&gt;cravasse seus caninos em meu pescoço.&lt;br /&gt;Me fizesse delirar de dor, sentir a agunia do sanque vertendo em minhas veias.&lt;br /&gt;Me deixasse num puro êxtase.&lt;br /&gt;Me levasse à beira de um precipício.&lt;br /&gt;Entre a linha tênue da vida e morte.&lt;br /&gt;Me transferisse para um novo mundo, e me ensinasse a viver nele.&lt;br /&gt;A ser mais um de sua espécie, um devorador de almas,&lt;br /&gt;poço de prazeres, ilusão e luxúria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eterna fera...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Autor: Eu mesmo (LOL)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-3426926373977756235?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/3426926373977756235/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloody-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/3426926373977756235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/3426926373977756235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloody-hell.html' title='Bloody Hell'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S2U87pMQmXI/AAAAAAAAANQ/qZtv3OqfQWw/s72-c/Vampire_Kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3294636670335339763.post-6371341537561055516</id><published>2010-01-09T02:45:00.002-02:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T21:52:31.404-03:00</updated><title type='text'>Bloody Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Primeira postagem do blog, agora são 02:51 da madrugada.&lt;br /&gt;Tô&lt;br /&gt;   meio&lt;br /&gt;        'Down',&lt;br /&gt;               e ao mesmo tempo, aguçado com meus pensamentos.&lt;br /&gt;VAMPIRISMO. Algo que sempre gostei, um fetiche meu.&lt;br /&gt;Então resolvi postar aqui uns versos de algo que acabei criando.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Temptation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Uma maçã, vermelha cor do sangue,&lt;br /&gt;do vinho, da cereja, do morango,&lt;br /&gt;dos lábios mil vezes beliscados.&lt;br /&gt;Madura, vistosa, atraente, numa árvore...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proibidaa, só se pode curtir de longe,&lt;br /&gt;seu brilho, conteúdo está lá,&lt;br /&gt;e te deixa feliz mesmo distante.&lt;br /&gt;Rara de ser encontrada...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Porém existe um outro lado vívido, de boas imaginações,&lt;br /&gt;nas belas noites com lua ou sem.&lt;br /&gt;Que o mestre apanhador pode mordê-la,&lt;br /&gt;com suas presas selvagens, essa cria perfeita,&lt;br /&gt;e saciar-se num sulco rico e alucinógeno...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As noites sendo frias ou quentes,&lt;br /&gt;escuras ou assombrosas.&lt;br /&gt;Mas de qualquer maneira é feito disso algo perfeito.&lt;br /&gt;E no outro dia essa fruta está melhor, brilhante, enriquecida.&lt;br /&gt;Esperando pelo seu mestre apanhador, para uma próxima vez.&lt;br /&gt;Sem rastros, pistas ou vestígios...&lt;br /&gt;Com dor de perda e delírios...&lt;br /&gt;Encanto sem fim, precipício...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S0gNfIOyx5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Zx8qo2nHiNM/s1600-h/130138934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S0gNfIOyx5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Zx8qo2nHiNM/s320/130138934.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424600579604400018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3294636670335339763-6371341537561055516?l=mizawords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/feeds/6371341537561055516/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloody-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6371341537561055516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3294636670335339763/posts/default/6371341537561055516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mizawords.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloody-thoughts.html' title='Bloody Thoughts'/><author><name>Miza</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12893237647066108317</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/TNBnNAQ-v-I/AAAAAAAAAY8/UZNFtljzKtk/S220/MeDude.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8VMKeimZF5Y/S0gNfIOyx5I/AAAAAAAAAMg/Zx8qo2nHiNM/s72-c/130138934.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
