tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-266478582007-11-28T13:41:24.748-08:00stay trueraquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-79493320877568606152007-11-28T13:40:00.001-08:002007-11-28T13:41:24.771-08:00we must never be apart<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R03gcOxy7FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cM5OJY3yT-M/s1600-h/emotive.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138009525507517522" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R03gcOxy7FI/AAAAAAAAAAw/cM5OJY3yT-M/s320/emotive.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-50192614297291850942007-11-26T01:53:00.001-08:002007-11-26T01:54:33.472-08:00bom dia<a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R0qXzuxy7EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S39pDbF0aU8/s1600-h/0024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5137085239955483714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R0qXzuxy7EI/AAAAAAAAAAo/S39pDbF0aU8/s320/0024.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-9393140646946743112007-11-21T15:32:00.000-08:002007-11-21T16:01:10.063-08:00corações e mensagens secretas<a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R0TGeexy7DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MWpryLtDxX8/s1600-h/raquel,existesnomeudiiário.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5135447702069505074" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R0TGeexy7DI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MWpryLtDxX8/s320/raquel,existesnomeudii%C3%A1rio.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_IVS-FKW21kE/R0TAcOxy7CI/AAAAAAAAAAY/w2dWyLkoGgU/s1600-h/raquel,existesnomeudiiário.jpg"></a><br /><br /><div>registos das coisas.</div><div>coisas.</div><div>coisas que são mas não parecem, são só coisas.</div><div>coisas tuas, coisas minhas.</div><div>castanhas e cordas e música.</div><div>dedos e cores de outono.</div><div>corações perdidos por aqui e por ali.</div></div>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1161332349845734702006-10-20T01:12:00.000-07:002006-10-20T01:19:09.856-07:00true love waits<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/true%20love%20waits.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/true%20love%20waits.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Just, don't leave<br />Don't leave<br /><br />And true love waits<br />In haunted attics<br />And true love lives<br />On lollipops and crisps</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1160513040932089192006-10-10T13:29:00.000-07:002006-10-10T13:45:07.463-07:00shine on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/fear%20------%20love.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/fear%20------%20love.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I don't know why I dream this way<br />The sky is purple and things are right every day<br />I don't know, it's just this world's so far away<br />But I won't fight and I won't hate<br />Well, not today<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><3<br /></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1159096044528847002006-09-24T04:04:00.000-07:002006-09-24T04:07:24.543-07:00blackberry productions<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/Untitled-1.0.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/Untitled-1.0.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">lábios de carmim, </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">sorriso de mirtilho</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1157908131605197822006-09-10T10:02:00.000-07:002006-09-10T10:08:51.620-07:00take these rings...<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/Untitled-1.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/Untitled-1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><3</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1152649116826043302006-07-11T13:04:00.000-07:002006-07-11T13:18:36.843-07:00Razor blade...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/my%20feelings%20are%20more%20important%20than%20yours....0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/my%20feelings%20are%20more%20important%20than%20yours....0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">... that's what I call love<br />I bet you pick it up and mess around with it<br />If I put it down<br />It gets extremely complicated<br />Anything to forget everything<br /><br />You got to take me out<br />At least once a week<br />Either I'm in your arms<br />Or I'm at your feet<br />I know exactly what you're thinking<br />You won't say it now<br />But in your heart it's loud<br /><br />Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours<br />Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry<br />Let it go<br /><br />Oh, the razor blade<br />Wish it would snap this rope<br />The world is in your hands<br />Or it's at your throat<br />At times it's not that complicated<br />Anything to forget everything<br /><br />He would never talk<br />But he was not shy<br />She was a street-smart girl<br />But she could not lie<br />They were perfect for each other<br />Say it now<br />Cause in your heart it's loud<br /><br />Oh no, my feelings are more important than yours<br />Oh, drop dead, I don't care, I won't worry<br /><br />Sweetheart<br />Your feelings are more important of course<br />Of course<br />Everyone you wanted<br />Everything that we would take from them<br />I don't wanna know, I don't wanna know<br />Tell me, tell me, tell me<br /><br />Oh, don't, okay</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1152255033166353252006-07-06T23:48:00.000-07:002006-07-06T23:50:33.180-07:00hearts wont go away<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/hearts%20won%27t%20go%20away.%20no%20if%20you%20know%20how%20to%20keep%20them..jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/hearts%20won%27t%20go%20away.%20no%20if%20you%20know%20how%20to%20keep%20them..jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1151327802305028452006-06-26T06:09:00.000-07:002006-06-26T06:16:42.326-07:00thelma & louise...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_6997.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_6997.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">If you ever plan to motor west,<br />travel my way, take the highway that's the best.<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.<br /><br />It winds from Chicago to LA,<br />more than two thousand miles all the way.<br />Get your kicks on Route six-six.<br /><br />Now you go through Saint Louis<br />Joplin, Missouri,<br />and Oklahoma City looks mighty pretty.<br />You see Amarillo,<br />Gallup, New Mexico,<br />Flagstaff, Arizona.<br />Don't forget Winona,<br />Kingman, Barstow, San Bernardino.<br /><br />Won't you get hip to this timely tip:<br />when you make that California trip<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.<br /><br />Won't you get hip to this timely tip:<br />when you make that California trip<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.<br />Get your...on<br />Get your...on<br />Get your...on<br />Get your kicks on Route sixty-six.</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1150964548077975822006-06-22T01:19:00.000-07:002006-06-22T01:22:28.090-07:00xxx<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG%20194.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG%20194.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I'm a person just like you<br />But I've got better things to do<br />Than sit around and fuck my head<br />Hang out with the living dead<br />Snort white shit up my nose<br />Pass out at the shows<br />I don't even think about speed<br />That's something I just don't need<br /><br />I've got the straight edge<br /><br />I'm a person just like you<br />But I've got better things to do<br />Than sit around and smoke dope<br />'Cause I know I can cope<br />Laugh at the thought of eating ludes<br />Laugh at the thought of sniffing glue<br />Always gonna keep in touch<br />Never want to use a crutch<br /><br />I've got the straight edge</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1150843032756968512006-06-20T15:22:00.000-07:002006-06-20T15:37:12.776-07:00Dá notícias do fundo...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_203.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_203.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_192.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_192.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;"><br />Como passam teus dias<br />E se a razão nos chega para viver<br />Se amor nos serve amor não dá de comer<br />Fico melhor assim<br />Em todo o caso vai pensando em mim<br /><br />Se tocámos em alguma coisa<br />Se me chamas por algum motivo<br />Se nos podem ver<br />Se nos podem tocar<br /><br />Meu desejo<br />É morrer na paz do teu beijo<br />Sem futuro<br />É lutar por um beijo mais puro<br /><br />Eu vou estar sempre aqui<br />Nada vai mudar<br />Sinto-te arder no meu fundo<br />Eu vou estar sempre aqui<br />Nada vai mudar<br />Sinto-te entrar no meu mundo fundo<br /><br />Nós tocamos em algumas coisas<br />Nós seguimos por alguns sentidos<br />Se nos podem ver<br />Não nos podem tocar<br /><br />Meu desejo<br />É morrer na paz do teu beijo<br />Sem futuro<br />É lutar por um beijo mais puro </span><span style="font-size:85%;"></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1149921430427751642006-06-09T23:35:00.000-07:002006-06-09T23:37:10.450-07:00getting nowhere faster<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/getting%20nowhere%20faster.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/getting%20nowhere%20faster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">2005.</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1149237562726046082006-06-02T01:36:00.000-07:002006-06-02T01:39:22.740-07:00regrets<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_-367.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_-367.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">não me arrependo meu amor não me arrependo.<br />mas eu aprendo podes crer, isso eu aprendo...</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1149067293381851312006-05-31T02:19:00.000-07:002006-05-31T02:21:33.400-07:00electrical storm<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/eletrical%20storm.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/eletrical%20storm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">The sea it swells like a sore head<br />And the night it is aching<br />Two lovers lie with no sheets on their bed<br />And the day it is breaking<br /><br />On rainy days, we'd go swimming out<br />On rainy days, swimming in the sound<br />On rainy days, we'd go swimming out<br /><br />You're in my mind all of the time<br />I know that's not enough<br />If the sky can crack, there must be some way back<br />For love and only love<br /><br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br />Baby don't cry<br /><br />Car alarm won't let ya back to sleep<br />You're kept awake dreaming someone else's dream<br />Coffee is cold, but it'll get you through<br />Compromise, that's nothing new to you<br /><br />Let's see colours that have never been seen<br />Let's go to places no one else has been<br /><br />You're in my mind all of the time<br />I know that's not enough<br />Well if the sky can crack, there must be some way back<br />To love and only love<br /><br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br />Baby don't cry<br /><br />It's hot as hell, honey, in this room<br />Sure hope the weather will break soon<br />The air is heavy, heavy as a truck<br />Need the rain to wash away our bad luck<br /><br />Well, If the sky can crack, there must be some way back<br />To love and only love<br /><br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br />Electrical Storm<br /><br />Baby don't cry<br />Baby don't cry<br />Baby don't cry</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1148720289281357662006-05-27T01:54:00.000-07:002007-11-21T15:25:22.411-08:00always<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_3550.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_3550.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">stay positive,<br />stay honest,<br />stay true.<br /></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1148424106213260822006-05-23T15:40:00.000-07:002006-05-23T15:41:46.223-07:00i hope you had the time of your life<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/_deixa-me_.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/_deixa-me_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">There's nothing unpredictable<br />But in the end that's right<br />I hope you had the time of your life...</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147853846367748572006-05-17T01:15:00.000-07:002006-05-17T01:17:26.386-07:00dia mau...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/dia%20mau.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/dia%20mau.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Não quis guardá-lo para mim<br />E com a dimensão da dor<br />A legitimar o fim<br /><br />Eu dei<br />Mas foi para mostrar<br />Não havendo amor de volta<br />Nada impede a fonte de secar<br /><br />Mas tanto pior<br />E quem sou eu para te ensinar agora<br />A ver o lado claro de um dia mau<br /><br />Eu sei<br />A tua vida foi<br />Marcada pela dor de não saber aonde dói<br /><br />Mas vendo bem<br />Não houve à luz do dia<br />Quem não tenha provado<br />O travo amargo da melancolia<br /><br />E então rapaz,<br />Então porque a raiva se a culpa não é minha<br />Serão efeitos secundários da poesia<br /><br />Mas para quê gastar o meu tempo<br />A ver se aperto a tua mão<br />Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós<br />Já que os teus pés não descolam do chão<br />Dizes que eu dou só por gostar<br />Pois vou dar-te a provar<br />O travo amargo da solidão!<br /><br />Ohhh-hou<br />Eu tenho andado a pensar em nós<br />Já que os teus pés não descolam do chão<br />Dizes que eu dou só por gostar<br />Eu vou dar-te a provar<br />O travo amargo da solidão! Ohh Uohh<br /><br />É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau<br />É só mais um dia mau, mau, mau<br />É só mais um dia mau<br />É só mais um dia mau<br />É só mais um dia mau<br /></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147679299732479192006-05-15T00:45:00.000-07:002006-05-15T00:48:19.756-07:00capitão romance<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_0578_1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_0578_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Não vou procurar quem espero<br />Se o que eu quero é navegar<br />Pelo tamanho das ondas<br />Conto não voltar<br /><br />Parto rumo à Primavera<br />Que em meu fundo se escondeu<br />Esqueco tudo do que eu sou capaz<br />Hoje o mar sou eu<br /><br />Esperam-me ondas que persistem<br />Nunca param de bater<br />Esperam-me homens que resistem<br />Antes de morrer<br /><br />Por querer mais do que a vida<br />Sou a sombra do que eu sou<br />E ao fim nao toquei nem nada<br />Do que em mim tocou<br /><br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei<br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei<br /><br />Parto rumo à maravilha<br />Rumo à dor que houver p'ra vir<br />Se eu encontrar uma ilha<br />Paro p'ra sentir<br /><br />E dar sentido à viagem<br />A sentir que eu sou capaz<br />Se o meu peito diz "Coragem!"<br />Volto a partir em paz<br /><br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei<br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei<br /><br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei<br />Eu vi,mas não agarrei </span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147414417313007802006-05-11T23:07:00.000-07:002006-05-11T23:13:37.323-07:00segue-me à luz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/spring.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/spring.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/spring_.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/spring_.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"> podia ser podia ser meu<br />podia estar podia estar no céu<br />tinha de ser hoje deixar fugir<br />para voltar só para voltar a ser<br /><br />podia dar tudo o que eu julgo ter<br />isso era ver tudo no seu lugar<br />mas uma razão no caos só o amor sabe ver<br />dá-me a coragem mãe para não deixar de ser eu<br /><br />segue-me à luz na escuridão não<br /><br />ser tão perfeito é ser só uma metade<br />e ninguém imagina o que te passa no fundo<br />é estranho quando dou por mim no mundo bizarro<br />e mais ainda quando lá o mais bizarro do mundo sou eu<br /><br />segue-me à luz na escuridão não</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147250147554615362006-05-10T01:33:00.000-07:002006-05-10T01:35:47.566-07:00rest in peace<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/Sem%20t%3F%3Ftulo.1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147161748882828782006-05-09T00:51:00.000-07:002006-05-09T01:02:28.896-07:00prisão...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/x.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Mas eles dizem que é pior falar<br />E vão falando pra ninguém ouvir<br />No fim tu sabes onde me encontrar<br />Traz coisas pra destruir<br /><br />Quantas linhas mais vou ter de ler<br />Das que escreves para me dizer<br />Quanto medo tens de abrir mão do medo e mergulhar no caos<br /><br />Mas eram culpas e as suas más desculpas<br />E a quem batemos à porta nesse dia<br />Minha vontade meu amor que bem sabia<br />Diz-me que sonhos tens diz-me o que vês<br /><br />Sou uma prisão de que fujo a que regresso<br /><br />Não vês como é bom dizer eu tentei<br />quem sabe eu parti quem sabe eu voltei<br /><br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Mas eles dizem que é pior falar<br />E vão falando pra ninguém ouvir<br />No fim tu sabes onde me encontrar<br />Traz coisas pra destruir<br /><br />Sim o que fôr tem de ser<br />Sim foi o que eu quis dizer<br />Pudesse eu querer mais<br />O que fôr tem de ser<br /><br />Não faças deixa que aconteça<br />Agarra no momento para que não desapareça<br /><br />Detesto fazê-lo mas eu não resisto<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Nesse momento eu começo a sentir o alívio do ver<br /></span><span style="font-size:85%;">Sou uma prisão de que fujo a que regresso</span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1147035346332766372006-05-07T13:50:00.000-07:002006-05-07T13:55:46.343-07:00razor<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/wonderland.jpg"><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/wonderland.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Wake up it's time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We need to find a better place to hide</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Make up your mind</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">I need to know I need to know tonight</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sweet and divine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Razor of mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sweet and divine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Razorblade shine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Patience my dear</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We could spend a lifetime waiting here</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Maybe this timeI hope I get the chance to say goodbye</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sweet and divineRazor of mine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sweet and divine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Razorblade shine</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Day after day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Cutting away</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Day after day</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But anyway</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Wake up it's time</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">We need to find a better place to hide</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Make up your mindI need to know I need to know tonight</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Sweet and divine </span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1146816090331796112006-05-05T00:51:00.000-07:002006-05-05T01:01:30.343-07:00mata-me outra vez...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_0868.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_0868.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><span style="font-size:85%;">Fala-me um pouco mais,<br />era tão bom ficar, <br />o mal é que eu já não sei quem eu sou...<br />eu não sei se eu sou capaz<br />de me ouvir<br /><br />Fala-me um pouco mais, <br />era tão bom subir,<br />e dar o que eu nunca dei a ninguém<br />sei que é bom teu travo a tudo<br />o que é mortal<br /><br />já agora, mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br /><br />mata-me outra vez<br /><br />tudo tem um fim<br />aqui não há ninguém que eu possa ter um mundo para dar<br />se um dia eu voltar<br />vai ser só mais uma forma de me ausentar<br />daquilo em que eu não quero pensar<br /><br />já tudo teve um fim<br />já que eu estou por cá<br />eu digo não é fácil para mim<br />se já não dá<br /><br />sei que é bom teu travo a tudo<br />o que é mortal<br /><br />já agora, mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br /><br />mata-me outra vez<br /><br />páro de andar<br />páro pa te ouvir<br />páro para ver se é bom pra mim<br />se é melhor do que uma vida<br />tão só e velha<br />ninguém vejo o k é bom dizer<br />páro pra te ouvir mas foi só<br />para ver se o futuro é para nós<br />para quem tem o mesmo mal de não saber amar<br />falo que pensar em mim<br />é cura e faz-me acordar<br />vou dormir...<br /><br />Fala-me um pouco mais,<br />era tão bom subir e dar o que eu nunca dei<br />a ninguém<br />sei que é bom teu travo a tudo<br />o que é mortal<br /><br />já agora, mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br />era tão bom ter a<br />mata-me outra vez<br /></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26647858.post-1146644417844691092006-05-03T01:16:00.000-07:002006-05-03T01:20:17.856-07:00serenade<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/1600/IMG_0981.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4885/2791/320/IMG_0981.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">Did you see the lights<br />As they fell all around you<br />Did you hear the music<br />Serenade from the stars<br /><br />Wake up, wake up<br />Wake up and look around you<br />We're lost in space<br />And the time is our own<br /><br />Whoa, whoa<br />Iiiiiiiiii<br /><br />Did you feel the wind<br />As it blew all around you<br />Did you feel the love<br />That was in the air<br /><br />Wake up, wake up<br />Wake up and look around you<br />We're lost in space<br />And the time is our own<br /><br />Whoa, whoa<br />Iiiiiiiiii<br /><br />The sun comes up<br />And it shines all around you<br />You're lost in space<br />And the earth is your own<br /><br />Whoa, whoa<br />Whoa<br /></span>raquel fialhohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17148002419440763559noreply@blogger.com