<?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-3167923366478698115</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:25:49.361+02:00</updated><title type='text'>O inimaginável Mundo de uma pessoa normal</title><subtitle type='html'>A condicionante humana reduz-se à sua insignificância quadrada.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/'/><link 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exalta o coração&lt;br /&gt;Que raiva dantesca&lt;br /&gt;Desta Vida nada que eu não mereça&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me forçado a atitudes drásticas&lt;br /&gt;Vertente carente&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria um amor eloquente&lt;br /&gt;No fim fui de este a poente&lt;br /&gt;E sem norte fiquei&lt;br /&gt;O coração tem mais razões&lt;br /&gt;Do que a razão e as suas ilusões&lt;br /&gt;Hoje cresço, amanhã desapareço&lt;br /&gt;A vida considerei sem apreçoHoje luto pelo que mereço.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5848112211450732138?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5848112211450732138/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=5848112211450732138' title='1 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/&gt;Por mais que penso, sinto-me à toa&lt;br /&gt;Sem saber o que ser&lt;br /&gt;Falta-me o sentir&lt;br /&gt;Para viver e sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Finjo e improviso&lt;br /&gt;Pensei que podia perder-me nesse sorriso&lt;br /&gt;Desculpa-me pela insensatez&lt;br /&gt;Mas não perguntes os porquês&lt;br /&gt;Choro mais uma vez&lt;br /&gt;O sol ilude-me&lt;br /&gt;A noite aviva-me&lt;br /&gt;Do ventre da terra&lt;br /&gt;Vem a chama que me devora&lt;br /&gt;E que me tira o alento de outrora.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-468828266829537482?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/468828266829537482/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=468828266829537482' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/468828266829537482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/468828266829537482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/ventre.html' title='Ventre'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-2210505846995265502</id><published>2007-04-23T01:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:49:54.824+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Pessoa</title><content type='html'>Se nunca soubeste&lt;br /&gt;Nunca te pode atingir&lt;br /&gt;E no fim o último acto é fingir&lt;br /&gt;Mas será então que a felicidade perdura&lt;br /&gt;No meio de tanto teatro&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes amargura&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo o que queres é doçura&lt;br /&gt;Então porque não atiras a primeira pedra&lt;br /&gt;O inicio da revolução&lt;br /&gt;Pelo amor e pela paixão&lt;br /&gt;Desmesurada e em tudo desejada&lt;br /&gt;Algures estará aquela pessoa&lt;br /&gt;Que sem ti não se sente boa&lt;br /&gt;Completa e feliz&lt;br /&gt;E que há muito procura a sua flôr do Liz&lt;br /&gt;Não fujas, actua&lt;br /&gt;Pois o mar tudo esquece e compactua&lt;br /&gt;Mas a vida sem Amor&lt;br /&gt;É deveras crua.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-2210505846995265502?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-6706564558747306781</id><published>2007-04-23T01:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:49:25.648+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lisboa</title><content type='html'>Porque anseio pelo futuro&lt;br /&gt;Porque invés de saltar destrui o muro&lt;br /&gt;Porque hoje sou hipócrita nesta sociedade&lt;br /&gt;Assim o sentimentalismo me recheou de ansiedade&lt;br /&gt;Quero sentir tudo&lt;br /&gt;E vislumbrar o cume&lt;br /&gt;Da ignorância em toda a sua perseverança&lt;br /&gt;Lisboa local da minha génese&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou teu cúmplice&lt;br /&gt;E tu a minha confidente&lt;br /&gt;À noite olho para ti&lt;br /&gt;Choro porque só tu me compreendes&lt;br /&gt;E quem eu amo&lt;br /&gt;Tu escondes e dissimulas&lt;br /&gt;Com as tuas mil e uma maneiras&lt;br /&gt;De dia tapas o sol que me aconchega&lt;br /&gt;E à noite fazes com que a noite arrefeça&lt;br /&gt;Cidade outrora humanista&lt;br /&gt;Hoje considero-te criminosa&lt;br /&gt;Porque guardas as minhas memórias&lt;br /&gt;E a cada esquina avivas-me a memória&lt;br /&gt;Procuro uma Helena de tróia&lt;br /&gt;Neste Portugal perdido no tempo&lt;br /&gt;Fui rei e hoje sem amor próprio fiquei&lt;br /&gt;Por ti esperei para alcançar&lt;br /&gt;O momento de te conhecer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6706564558747306781?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6706564558747306781/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6706564558747306781' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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ardor que procuramos&lt;br /&gt;Será o amor a dor que desejamos&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-em dividido&lt;br /&gt;Pela dualidade em que estou inserido&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de voltar a acreditar&lt;br /&gt;E sobre a vida sonhar&lt;br /&gt;Muitas são as dúvidas&lt;br /&gt;Demais são os preconceitos sobre as ajudas&lt;br /&gt;Cada memória consome-me&lt;br /&gt;E cada  ideal absorve-me&lt;br /&gt;Hoje quero sorver&lt;br /&gt;Cada pedaço do Mundo que me apetecer&lt;br /&gt;O Amor persegue-me&lt;br /&gt;e a vida interroga-me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-7592943383663523432?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/7592943383663523432/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-6135997125868671839</id><published>2007-04-23T01:43:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:45:07.349+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Dialecto</title><content type='html'>Adversamente triste eu me sinto&lt;br /&gt;Dor que me tumultua o espírito&lt;br /&gt;Sou caminhante sem rumo&lt;br /&gt;Um ser sem destino ao cume&lt;br /&gt;As forças vacilam&lt;br /&gt;As defesas ela me tirou&lt;br /&gt;Já não sei o que é viver&lt;br /&gt;Existo mas não passo de um imprevisto&lt;br /&gt;Algo arde cá dentro&lt;br /&gt;Provocando-me um choro iminente&lt;br /&gt;Um grito de incompreensão&lt;br /&gt;Não me entendo nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;Sucumbo a cada segundo&lt;br /&gt;Cavo um túmulo indiscreto&lt;br /&gt;Torno-me num ser sem dialecto&lt;br /&gt;Procuro quem me dê sentido&lt;br /&gt;Mas na solidão me pórfiro&lt;br /&gt;Como a vida pode ser triste&lt;br /&gt;E tu nem a sentiste.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6135997125868671839?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6135997125868671839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6135997125868671839' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6135997125868671839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6135997125868671839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/dialecto.html' title='Dialecto'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-6468058938962943080</id><published>2007-04-23T01:42:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:43:29.322+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Musgo</title><content type='html'>A incompreensão da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Tira-me a sanidade&lt;br /&gt;Choro e desespero&lt;br /&gt;Pois desta vida nada espero&lt;br /&gt;A dor lenta que tudo aumenta&lt;br /&gt;O cansaço geral&lt;br /&gt;Mata-me em espiral&lt;br /&gt;O balbucinar sôfrego&lt;br /&gt;De um tolo em âmago de regredo&lt;br /&gt;Não me sinto nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;A intolerância das sensações avisa&lt;br /&gt;Não consigo compreender este mundo&lt;br /&gt;Em que o poço não tem fundo&lt;br /&gt;Onde escorrego no musgo&lt;br /&gt;E da vida fujo&lt;br /&gt;As sensações são estranhas&lt;br /&gt;A incompreensão revolta-me as entranhas&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me condicionado por todos&lt;br /&gt;E maneatado sobretudo&lt;br /&gt;A estagnação da razão&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me até ao pontão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6468058938962943080?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6468058938962943080/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6468058938962943080' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6468058938962943080'/><link 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/&gt;Sinto que algo em mim não se move&lt;br /&gt;A alegria morreu&lt;br /&gt;A vontade de viver estagnou&lt;br /&gt;Do tempo nada me restou&lt;br /&gt;Sem final feliz&lt;br /&gt;Estou muito para além do infeliz&lt;br /&gt;Nada me agarra ou ampara&lt;br /&gt;Estou a espero do vento&lt;br /&gt;Que por momentos no pontão me ampara&lt;br /&gt;Estou na indecisão&lt;br /&gt;De sofrer mais não.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-7555175089481399072?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/7555175089481399072/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=7555175089481399072' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;E ao amor próprio obstante&lt;br /&gt;Sempre fui eu próprio&lt;br /&gt;Agora flutuo como um oscilóscopio&lt;br /&gt;Que insensatez a minha&lt;br /&gt;Falta de sabedoria previa&lt;br /&gt;E quando perto do mar senti que a perdia&lt;br /&gt;Devia ter soltado a guia&lt;br /&gt;Seguir o meu coração&lt;br /&gt;E não afundar-me em introspecção&lt;br /&gt;A cor dos seus olhos&lt;br /&gt;Chama-me a antenção&lt;br /&gt;Mas por dentro não aceito perdão&lt;br /&gt;Fico assim largado à solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5391232870807812571?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5391232870807812571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Loucura</title><content type='html'>Na inocência de ser eu próprio&lt;br /&gt;Construi a minha sepultura em ódio&lt;br /&gt;A imcompreensão de ser abandonado&lt;br /&gt;Quando tudo  o que queria era ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionou-me&lt;br /&gt;E tornou-me amargurado&lt;br /&gt;Agora repenso e aprendo&lt;br /&gt;Que nesta vida apesar de tudo&lt;br /&gt;Vale ser eu próprio&lt;br /&gt;Pois a minha consciência está tranquila&lt;br /&gt;Ela sim foi a génese da minha instabilidade&lt;br /&gt;Mas o amor não prescruta atitudes&lt;br /&gt;Arrebata sim, sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Creio que não há cura&lt;br /&gt;Nem a  total  loucura&lt;br /&gt;Vou vivendo e relembro.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6628540954133132327?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6628540954133132327/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6628540954133132327' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6628540954133132327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6628540954133132327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/loucura.html' title='Loucura'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-9007372922265120248</id><published>2007-04-23T01:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:35:19.221+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crua</title><content type='html'>O inconcreto leva-me ao incerto&lt;br /&gt;De tudo fico sem nada&lt;br /&gt;Hoje da verdade estou perto&lt;br /&gt;Ela sem piedade muda&lt;br /&gt;O meu estado de simbiose compactua&lt;br /&gt;Tantas foram as ideias&lt;br /&gt;E todas desabaram sob uma atitude crua&lt;br /&gt;Hoje penso e arrependo-me&lt;br /&gt;Tenho de passar por cima&lt;br /&gt;E por nada prender-me&lt;br /&gt;Se a vida é cruel&lt;br /&gt;Eu serei o Rei do fel&lt;br /&gt;Martirizar-me em vão&lt;br /&gt;Só me conduz à solidão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-9007372922265120248?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/9007372922265120248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=9007372922265120248' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9007372922265120248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9007372922265120248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/crua.html' title='Crua'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-6555686161755697037</id><published>2007-04-23T01:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:31:50.116+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Porta</title><content type='html'>No reconhecimento de mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;Começo a restaurar as forças&lt;br /&gt;Que me foram retiradas de uma vez só&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou capaz de resistir ao ópio&lt;br /&gt;De ignorar pessoas ocas&lt;br /&gt;De resistir ao suster da respiração&lt;br /&gt;Existem pessoas que não conhecemos&lt;br /&gt;E que a certa altura cimentam os nossos medos&lt;br /&gt;Abrem-nos a porta&lt;br /&gt;À qual nós estamos retinentes&lt;br /&gt;Certas pessoas são incoerentes&lt;br /&gt;E com isso teremos de viver para sempre&lt;br /&gt;Sofrer é um estado&lt;br /&gt;Nunca um ser integrado&lt;br /&gt;Fui materialista&lt;br /&gt;Mas todos me tornaram humanista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6555686161755697037?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6555686161755697037/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6555686161755697037' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6555686161755697037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/6555686161755697037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/porta.html' title='Porta'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-5825135824089861849</id><published>2007-04-23T01:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:27:31.700+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Desprezo</title><content type='html'>A incompreensão desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Em que em tudo me é fugídia&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-a a fatalidade em cada esquina&lt;br /&gt;O temor ao dobrar a esquina&lt;br /&gt;A criancice  num recuo&lt;br /&gt;E nessas alturas eu fico mudo&lt;br /&gt;Incrédulo e transfigurado&lt;br /&gt;Por tal pessoa se ter revelado&lt;br /&gt;Naquilo que eu mais desprezo&lt;br /&gt;Em futilidade e banalidade&lt;br /&gt;Igual a tantas outras&lt;br /&gt;E tão diferentes de mim&lt;br /&gt;Já não a vejo como um jasmim&lt;br /&gt;Mas como uma erva daninha no meu jardim&lt;br /&gt;Semeei e no fim colhi&lt;br /&gt;O que o vizinho plantou&lt;br /&gt;Pois o  tempo a mim tudo me levou.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5825135824089861849?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5825135824089861849/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=5825135824089861849' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5825135824089861849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5825135824089861849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/desprezo.html' title='Desprezo'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-2723932100235454711</id><published>2007-04-23T01:22:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:24:03.292+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Farsa</title><content type='html'>Hoje um ser desprovido de calor&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela o Inverno provocou&lt;br /&gt;Que frieza cresceu nela&lt;br /&gt;Não sei de facto precisar&lt;br /&gt;Mas sei que a minha vida deixou de pulsar&lt;br /&gt;As minhas acções gelaram&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos desabaram&lt;br /&gt;Tudo em que acreditava&lt;br /&gt;Não passou de uma farsa&lt;br /&gt;Estou desiludido com a vida&lt;br /&gt;Ferido por dentro e por fora&lt;br /&gt;A minha alma contorse-se&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo socumbe&lt;br /&gt;Se eu morresse&lt;br /&gt;Talvez nada disto desaparecece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-2723932100235454711?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/2723932100235454711/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=2723932100235454711' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/2723932100235454711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/2723932100235454711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/farsa.html' title='Farsa'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-5210627203375263049</id><published>2007-04-23T01:21:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:22:10.387+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Prumo</title><content type='html'>A natureza humana&lt;br /&gt;É condicionada muito além da Taprobana&lt;br /&gt;O desejo de viver&lt;br /&gt;Inevitavelmente troca ideias&lt;br /&gt;E por vezes leva-nos a crer&lt;br /&gt;Que a dor é um factor imaginativo&lt;br /&gt;Contudo ela existe&lt;br /&gt;E em mim persiste&lt;br /&gt;A agonia apodera-se&lt;br /&gt;E a morte esmera-se&lt;br /&gt;Não encontro o meu caminho&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha solidão eu me sinto perdido&lt;br /&gt;Poderia eu ter mudado o rumo&lt;br /&gt;Ou foi desde o início um fio sem prumo&lt;br /&gt;A sorte assim o fez&lt;br /&gt;O destino eu o moldei&lt;br /&gt;E um dia talvez eu conseguirei.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5210627203375263049?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5210627203375263049/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=5210627203375263049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5210627203375263049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5210627203375263049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/prumo.html' title='Prumo'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-1254512319134478386</id><published>2007-04-23T01:21:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:21:34.888+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Forças</title><content type='html'>A vida é um pau de dois bicos&lt;br /&gt;E no meio eu perdi os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;Sem rota nesta vida&lt;br /&gt;Todo o ser humano improvisa&lt;br /&gt;Sonha e conquista&lt;br /&gt;Ideias de relíquia&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou um estranho de mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;Fecho-me por dentro ao ódio&lt;br /&gt;Defino uma estratégia&lt;br /&gt;Para que eu não caia em tragédia&lt;br /&gt;No fundo procuro respostas&lt;br /&gt;Que se constroem nas encostas&lt;br /&gt;Chamo a mim todas as forças&lt;br /&gt;Para que sem elas não fique&lt;br /&gt;E postumus da minha vida abdique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-1254512319134478386?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/1254512319134478386/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=1254512319134478386' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/1254512319134478386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/1254512319134478386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/foras.html' title='Forças'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-5970851104343577275</id><published>2007-04-23T01:18:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:20:30.328+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconcreta</title><content type='html'>A vida é deveras ingrata&lt;br /&gt;passagem inconcreta&lt;br /&gt;Uma porta indiscreta&lt;br /&gt;Para uma morte certa&lt;br /&gt;Porquê nascer&lt;br /&gt;Se vou morrer&lt;br /&gt;Porquê chorar se posso rir&lt;br /&gt;Porquê acreditar&lt;br /&gt;Se tudo ela vai levar&lt;br /&gt;Mais valia ter afogado no mar&lt;br /&gt;E não ter vontade de Chorar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5970851104343577275?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5970851104343577275/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=5970851104343577275' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5970851104343577275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5970851104343577275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/inconcreta.html' title='Inconcreta'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-4232120718357682013</id><published>2007-04-23T01:16:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:18:05.363+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Doença</title><content type='html'>O tempo é nesta altura um aliado&lt;br /&gt;Pois sem ele a dor não passa ao lado&lt;br /&gt;vivo e martirizo-me&lt;br /&gt;por ter acreditado e agora ser enganado&lt;br /&gt;sonhei que era feliz&lt;br /&gt;mas eu era apenas um aprendiz&lt;br /&gt;hoje quero esquecer&lt;br /&gt;para continuar a vive&lt;br /&gt;rnuma dicotomia está a minha cabeça&lt;br /&gt;e assim não há sanidade que prevaleça&lt;br /&gt;a angústia transforma-se em doença&lt;br /&gt;e a desavença interior esmaga-me os sentidos&lt;br /&gt;os meus caminhos estão perdidos&lt;br /&gt;e os meus receios desmedidos&lt;br /&gt;porque amei&lt;br /&gt;e em retorno com nada fiquei?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-4232120718357682013?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/4232120718357682013/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=4232120718357682013' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4232120718357682013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4232120718357682013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/doena.html' title='Doença'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-4674480294616855642</id><published>2007-04-23T01:16:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:16:46.570+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Lodo</title><content type='html'>Na folhagem do Inverno&lt;br /&gt;Paira a dor vigente do passado&lt;br /&gt;Mas eis que surge um tornado&lt;br /&gt;E cada um vai para seu lado&lt;br /&gt;Talvez um renascer de um todo&lt;br /&gt;Uma fuga repentina ao lodo&lt;br /&gt;O sufoco submerge&lt;br /&gt;Mas a solidão espreita&lt;br /&gt;Esta oportunidade aproveita&lt;br /&gt;Resta-me esperar que o tempo sare&lt;br /&gt;Onde senti o que dei&lt;br /&gt; E onde sem pudor amei&lt;br /&gt;A abertura do corpo e da mente&lt;br /&gt;Profunda dor me levou ao cerne do meu corpo&lt;br /&gt;Há que esperar para voltar a amar&lt;br /&gt;Sentimento que longe se avista&lt;br /&gt;E ao passado não quero voltar&lt;br /&gt;Leva-me onde quiseres&lt;br /&gt;Mas não me percas de vista&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou realista.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-4674480294616855642?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-9051194054981120514</id><published>2007-04-23T01:15:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:15:57.949+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Neblina</title><content type='html'>As inoperâncias dos sentimentos&lt;br /&gt;Mecanizam-se em tormentos&lt;br /&gt;A chama que outrora alimentou&lt;br /&gt;Hoje consome-me e a dor chamou&lt;br /&gt;Sem conseguir esquecê-la&lt;br /&gt;Sou como um barco sem vela&lt;br /&gt;A deriva e à mercê das intempéries&lt;br /&gt;Que nenhuma tagide consegue amenizar&lt;br /&gt;Sou então um ser condenado&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo o que quis foi ser amado&lt;br /&gt;Porque a conquistei e no meio da neblina&lt;br /&gt;Fui acabar prostrado perante esta v ida?&lt;br /&gt;Tinha o sonho de viver&lt;br /&gt;E antes dela perecer&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela era o sol e a energia cristalina&lt;br /&gt;Que movia este corpo que agora jaz morto&lt;br /&gt;Se eu podesse voltar atrás fazia tudo igual&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela para mim era o meu todo e ideal.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-9051194054981120514?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/9051194054981120514/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=9051194054981120514' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9051194054981120514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9051194054981120514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/neblina.html' title='Neblina'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-2440259690751188197</id><published>2007-04-23T01:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:14:26.803+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Coração</title><content type='html'>Sinto-me perfurado pela vida&lt;br /&gt;Trespassado pela morte&lt;br /&gt;A minha cabeça gira&lt;br /&gt;Por entre os novelos desta vida&lt;br /&gt;Que se partem, unem e intersectam&lt;br /&gt;Deixando intersticios que se regelam&lt;br /&gt;O calor que me percorre o corpo&lt;br /&gt;Fico a espreita e escuto o silêncio que diz tudo&lt;br /&gt;sinto o desamparo do vazio&lt;br /&gt;que no fundo do mar jaz como um navio&lt;br /&gt;espero pela dissecação&lt;br /&gt;que me tome e consuma&lt;br /&gt;por exumação do meu coração.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-2440259690751188197?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/2440259690751188197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=2440259690751188197' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/2440259690751188197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/2440259690751188197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/corao.html' title='Coração'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-5710344358378931882</id><published>2007-04-23T01:09:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:10:35.076+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Traído</title><content type='html'>A agonia materializa-se&lt;br /&gt;Os meus sonhos morrem&lt;br /&gt;As memórias ferem-me&lt;br /&gt;As suas imagens perseguem-me&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me traído e não convencido&lt;br /&gt;E pela dor embrutecido&lt;br /&gt;Hoje julgo-me&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã culpo-me&lt;br /&gt;E o futuro mata-me&lt;br /&gt;Que estranho vazio&lt;br /&gt;Ela me induziu&lt;br /&gt;Fui crente e amante&lt;br /&gt;E no fim apenas um ser distante&lt;br /&gt;Porque abri o meu coração?&lt;br /&gt;Vou enterrá-lo 17 metros abaixo do chão.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5710344358378931882?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5710344358378931882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=5710344358378931882' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5710344358378931882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/5710344358378931882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/trado.html' title='Traído'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-4869513470453220339</id><published>2007-04-23T01:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:09:00.929+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Aberto</title><content type='html'>Na inconsistência da verdade&lt;br /&gt;Reside a natureza humana&lt;br /&gt;A dor profana&lt;br /&gt;A felicidade efémera&lt;br /&gt;Que em nada tem de congénere&lt;br /&gt;Oh…que vida esta&lt;br /&gt;Que minúsculo corpúsculo me resta&lt;br /&gt;A alegria e o amor não é concerteza&lt;br /&gt;E assim eu ponho em cima da mesa&lt;br /&gt;A minha vida que nada vale&lt;br /&gt;A minha palavra aberta&lt;br /&gt;Os meus receios desmedidos&lt;br /&gt;A minha insurgência como ser humano&lt;br /&gt;Quero descobrir o porquê de tudo&lt;br /&gt;E tudo me confunde, ilude…&lt;br /&gt;Trato-me a mim mesmo&lt;br /&gt;Como poucos se conhecem&lt;br /&gt;Por parvo ilusionista&lt;br /&gt;Futurista, por tu…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-4869513470453220339?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/4869513470453220339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=4869513470453220339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4869513470453220339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4869513470453220339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/aberto.html' title='Aberto'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-4461672329788733703</id><published>2007-04-23T01:08:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:08:23.307+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Solidão</title><content type='html'>O vazio consome-me&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração está longe de incólume&lt;br /&gt;As lágrimas flúem&lt;br /&gt;Como o sangue que nas veias me sustém&lt;br /&gt;Chorar é dor que arde sem se ver&lt;br /&gt;É amar alguém e no fim perecer&lt;br /&gt;Que sentimento de tristeza&lt;br /&gt;Tamanha beleza provocou-me&lt;br /&gt;Agora de saudades eu morro&lt;br /&gt;E sem vontade para aqui e para ali corro&lt;br /&gt;O meu corpo lentamente sucumbe&lt;br /&gt;À injusta ressaca do amor&lt;br /&gt;Não sei o que pensar da vida&lt;br /&gt;O amor já não me abriga&lt;br /&gt;A solidão cresce e aparece.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-4461672329788733703?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/4461672329788733703/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=4461672329788733703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4461672329788733703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/4461672329788733703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/solido.html' title='Solidão'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-3297025767212063538</id><published>2007-04-23T01:05:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:06:42.869+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Apaixonado</title><content type='html'>A insolubilidade dos meus pensamentos&lt;br /&gt;Tornam-se em mil e um tormentos&lt;br /&gt;O sol não me aquece&lt;br /&gt;E a sua ausência me arrefece&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou terra e cinza&lt;br /&gt;Amanhã nada mais do que uma brisa&lt;br /&gt;A vida improvisa&lt;br /&gt;E as minhas certezas desmaterializam-se&lt;br /&gt;O amor esconde-se&lt;br /&gt;A minha luz desvanece-se&lt;br /&gt;Sou um ser demasiado apaixonado&lt;br /&gt;Que apenas se baseia na verdade&lt;br /&gt;Sofro as consequências&lt;br /&gt;Das minhas atitudes correctas&lt;br /&gt;Morro por cada desprezo dela&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me no tempo por ela ser tão bela.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-3297025767212063538?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/3297025767212063538/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-9206568151327777435</id><published>2007-04-23T01:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:03:16.918+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Criminoso</title><content type='html'>Sinto a necessidade&lt;br /&gt;Como se de uma droga se tratasse&lt;br /&gt;O desconhecido consome-me por dentro&lt;br /&gt;Vivo e aprendo&lt;br /&gt;Quero ir mais além&lt;br /&gt;Mas as expectativas ficam aquém&lt;br /&gt;Desespero e espero&lt;br /&gt;Vontade efémera&lt;br /&gt;Julgamento incorrecto&lt;br /&gt;Por vezes sinto-me como um ser obsoleto&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me desprovido de vida&lt;br /&gt;As veias secas de amargura&lt;br /&gt;O ar carregado por falta de doçura&lt;br /&gt;Que estado mestre me provocaste&lt;br /&gt;E toda a minha esperança deslocaste&lt;br /&gt;Não te julgo&lt;br /&gt;Mas sim culpo-me&lt;br /&gt;Hoje sou criminoso&lt;br /&gt;Devido ao pensamento pecaminoso&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que queria&lt;br /&gt;Era o amor e toda a sua alegria.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-9206568151327777435?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/9206568151327777435/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=9206568151327777435' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9206568151327777435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/9206568151327777435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/2007/04/criminoso.html' title='Criminoso'/><author><name>angel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09211326932323943213</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://pwp.netcabo.pt/0172564601/X_x.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3167923366478698115.post-7493422952111172516</id><published>2007-04-23T00:59:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T01:02:14.703+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Fantasias</title><content type='html'>No teu olhar&lt;br /&gt;Eu me procuro&lt;br /&gt;Fico a espreita e escuto&lt;br /&gt;Daquela voz singela e doce&lt;br /&gt;E que o destino me trouxe&lt;br /&gt;Vacilo no olhar&lt;br /&gt;E alguém deixou de respirar&lt;br /&gt;Qu estranha força imtemporal&lt;br /&gt;É o tempo no teu beiral&lt;br /&gt;Com o teu olhar me paralizas&lt;br /&gt;E eu pensando em mil e uma fantasias&lt;br /&gt;Inquietudes desta juventude&lt;br /&gt;Cheia de força e ao mesmo tempo de vicissitudes&lt;br /&gt;Não me deixes ao abandono&lt;br /&gt;Pois a vida não tem  retorno.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-7493422952111172516?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/7493422952111172516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=7493422952111172516' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3167923366478698115/posts/default/7493422952111172516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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singelas&lt;br /&gt;Que Destino fatídico me provocaste&lt;br /&gt;E a dor ao meu peito levaste&lt;br /&gt;Choro de tolice, de amor desencontrado&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me perdido e nunca mais achado&lt;br /&gt;Oh..minha Deusa da Lua&lt;br /&gt;Onde estás tu, bela e nua&lt;br /&gt;Quero voltar a ser o teu admirador&lt;br /&gt;E no teu leito afogar-me em amor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-6937504141419332923?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/6937504141419332923/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3167923366478698115&amp;postID=6937504141419332923' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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pela vida renegado&lt;br /&gt;Que acontecimento singular&lt;br /&gt;Que tudo me faz relembrar&lt;br /&gt;Porque estou assim?&lt;br /&gt;Não haverá decerto dias assim?&lt;br /&gt;Ou será que vem de mim&lt;br /&gt;E o meu corpo já não é digno do seu cetim&lt;br /&gt;Repenso e aprendo&lt;br /&gt;Numa dicotomia vou vivendo&lt;br /&gt;Mas estou cansado&lt;br /&gt;De lutar contra o mar&lt;br /&gt;As minhas forças não são as de Ulisses&lt;br /&gt;Estou farto de desesperar&lt;br /&gt;A um fim eu estou a caminhar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5382586709480686181?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5382586709480686181/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>Caminho</title><content type='html'>No augúrio da noite&lt;br /&gt;Eu sonhei como se fosse dia&lt;br /&gt;O meu coração mil vezes batia&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto o meu corpo dormia&lt;br /&gt;Indubitavelmente lutava contra os meus inimigos&lt;br /&gt;Amigos de outrora, pensamentos renegados&lt;br /&gt;A minha noite transformou‐se em dia&lt;br /&gt;E a minha fé luzidia&lt;br /&gt;Acreditar em mim era o único caminho&lt;br /&gt;Certo, viável e translúcido&lt;br /&gt;Neste mar de pensamentos ilúcidos&lt;br /&gt;Eu era todas as noites os olhos de mim próprio&lt;br /&gt;Que lutavam contra o ópio.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3167923366478698115-5236892691674154167?l=o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://o-ser-e-o-nao-ser.blogspot.com/feeds/5236892691674154167/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link 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