<?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-5022349370858815375</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:26:49.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Templo dos Anjos</title><subtitle type='html'>Aqui eu posto as traduções das minhas letras de música que geralmente são em inglês/alemão.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-8160221413761046155</id><published>2010-05-22T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T20:35:44.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Breeze</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S_iheMOvALI/AAAAAAAAALo/1-l2GIzy-Hs/s1600/b2.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302887120011442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S_iheMOvALI/AAAAAAAAALo/1-l2GIzy-Hs/s320/b2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Sua presença paralisa a minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;A eloqüência do seu silêncio é o meu suplicio,&lt;br /&gt;Suas palavras soam como uma música rara,&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em seus olhos - O desejo ardente.&lt;br /&gt;Em seus lábios - O gosto da ambrosia.&lt;br /&gt;Seu perfume - Fragrância viciante.&lt;br /&gt;Sua luz brilha para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ao anoitecer, entro em seu ermo jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Deparo-me com anjos beijando o virgem vento primaveril,&lt;br /&gt;Entoando singelas melodias,&lt;br /&gt;Como uma brisa de verão. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302880110685362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S_ihdyHlLLI/AAAAAAAAALg/S4he89U4myQ/s320/b.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Eis que ele surge em meio a nevoa,&lt;br /&gt;Aproxima-se e toca-me com seus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o gosto do meu corpo imaculado,&lt;br /&gt;Deleitando-se de toda a minha pureza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus olhos ficaram pesados,&lt;br /&gt;Eu delirei com o seu toque aveludado,&lt;br /&gt;O gosto proibido e violento.&lt;br /&gt;Uma brisa de verão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Palavras mudas - Perdi o senso.&lt;br /&gt;Estou fora de lógica ou razão.&lt;br /&gt;Estou longe de qualquer realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Longe... Simplesmente longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele se foi junto com a nevoa que o trouxe,&lt;br /&gt;Deixou-me silêncio - Nada mais que o silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a minha alma caída em minha frente - irreparavelmente.&lt;br /&gt;Então eu me lembro de sua proximidade,&lt;br /&gt;E ouço o seu riso como se ele estivesse aqui...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Como uma brisa de verão...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474302893925799778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S_ihellXF2I/AAAAAAAAALw/kGHHULqwTRc/s320/b3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Imagens: Der Duft Der Träume - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-8160221413761046155?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8160221413761046155/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-breeze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8160221413761046155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8160221413761046155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-breeze.html' title='Summer Breeze'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S_iheMOvALI/AAAAAAAAALo/1-l2GIzy-Hs/s72-c/b2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-935711950614477018</id><published>2010-03-26T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T07:07:35.298-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving The World</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6y-cdcSl0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y4jeP6bPjww/s1600/01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452942644987729730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6y-cdcSl0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y4jeP6bPjww/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escorregando brandamente entre as nuvens do esquecimento,&lt;br /&gt;Sinto a neve tocar o meu corpo imóvel.&lt;br /&gt;Perco-me na calmaria - A paz.&lt;br /&gt;Afogo-me nas lembranças que um dia desejei ter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visto meu diário de silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Nada escrevo nessas páginas em branco.&lt;br /&gt;A solidão é a única perspectiva,&lt;br /&gt;Minha única companhia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diga-me: És real?&lt;br /&gt;Revele-se - Realmente existe ou é mero fruto de minha imaginação?&lt;br /&gt;Nenhuma voz - Permaneço só.&lt;br /&gt;Meu universo está trancado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452942648816638258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6y-crtLGTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/wQCgbSpk9fU/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conduza-me nessa eterna dança,&lt;br /&gt;Guie os meus passos nesse mundo paralelo a qual pertence.&lt;br /&gt;Onde está a luz?&lt;br /&gt;Essa é a hora solene?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo-me ao som da sinfonia noturna,&lt;br /&gt;Eis que um santo dispa-me e beija minha testa.&lt;br /&gt;A ilusão é a cura.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de um corpo mofado numa cripta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança encontra o meu espectro no jardim,&lt;br /&gt;Mas como ela atravessou o espelho?&lt;br /&gt;"Leve-me contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me ser a sua sombra."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fragmentos - O sonho foi quebrado.&lt;br /&gt;A estranha sensação de entrega.&lt;br /&gt;Dê-me a respiração que preciso,&lt;br /&gt;Pois sinto estar abandonando tudo isso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452942648565220210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6y-cqxOw3I/AAAAAAAAAK4/R5cfrJA8_yI/s320/03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imagens: Immortal Child - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-935711950614477018?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/935711950614477018/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/935711950614477018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/935711950614477018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/03/leaving-world.html' title='Leaving The World'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6y-cdcSl0I/AAAAAAAAAKo/Y4jeP6bPjww/s72-c/01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-410562419442246937</id><published>2010-03-16T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:23:22.618-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S5-ve3vBmyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OvTmuAaEQ78/s1600-h/Angel+of+the+light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449267019033713442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 233px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S5-ve3vBmyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OvTmuAaEQ78/s320/Angel+of+the+light.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Enquanto duelamos em mundos diferentes,&lt;br /&gt;Tento penetrar nesse véu que esconde sua face.&lt;br /&gt;Impossível atravessar essa nevoa,&lt;br /&gt;Chegar ao horizonte que desconheço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O que me espera atrás dessa máscara?&lt;br /&gt;Você preenche a lacuna em meu peito com toda essa dor,&lt;br /&gt;Tranca-me nesse universo paralelo.&lt;br /&gt;E o seu nome permanece desconhecido para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Por um momento, meus olhos captam um vestígio seu,&lt;br /&gt;Outrora a imagem desaparece.&lt;br /&gt;É tudo ilusão minha! Você não existe - Nunca existiu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu não gostaria de perdê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você faz parte de minha guerra interior,&lt;br /&gt;És minha criação - Minha, toda e somente minha.&lt;br /&gt;Tão livre de qualquer realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Oh mentira amada! Óbvia e solitária.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonando as deficiências,&lt;br /&gt;A partir de hoje não usarei mais palavras - Todas são inúteis.&lt;br /&gt;Elas não duram, não tem validade.&lt;br /&gt;Logo perdem o seu significado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aos poucos,suavemente o tempo me trouxe toda essa decadência,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como levou o inferno ao Éden.&lt;br /&gt;Onde está o equilíbrio?&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me nos anéis de Saturno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A estrela D'Alva com sua luz prateada no céu me guiará.&lt;br /&gt;Essa singela cripta guardará o meu odor cadavérico.&lt;br /&gt;Vênus beije o meu corpo e me abençoe.&lt;br /&gt;Estrela da manhã cubra-me de luz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-410562419442246937?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/410562419442246937/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/03/light.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/410562419442246937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/410562419442246937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/03/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S5-ve3vBmyI/AAAAAAAAAKg/OvTmuAaEQ78/s72-c/Angel+of+the+light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-8552772091068542095</id><published>2010-01-19T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T11:46:22.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Farewell</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1YLryAmzRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nr-PO-WbeDQ/s1600-h/candle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539247628307730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1YLryAmzRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nr-PO-WbeDQ/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Areje-me - Arraste-me para longe - Muito longe.&lt;br /&gt;Guie-me para um novo horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;Descongele-me - Toque-me.&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me livre dessa vida artificial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Em pele nua, eu pude sentir sua lâmina me cortar.&lt;br /&gt;Ferindo-me cada vez mais profundamente.&lt;br /&gt;Trancando meus anjos em cadeias.&lt;br /&gt;Tentando acorrentar-me em uma nova ilusão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas você não me ouvirá novamente.&lt;br /&gt;Não há necessidade de repetição nesse ciclo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu me vejo caído e sem asas,&lt;br /&gt;Beleza em decadência.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Levanto-me em meio a escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Meu sonho solitário mostra-me que há apenas um caminho.&lt;br /&gt;Em minha frente, um lugar onde o amor não é cultivado.&lt;br /&gt;Não há como mudar o curso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E o meu coração perdeu o ritmo,&lt;br /&gt;Minha imaginação perdeu as cores...&lt;br /&gt;Descarto esse conforto artificial.&lt;br /&gt;Visto-me com a verdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defendi sua pureza com clemência.&lt;br /&gt;Em silêncio - Eu orei.&lt;br /&gt;Dediquei minhas palavras para ti.&lt;br /&gt;E você não pode dizer que eu não tentei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha alegria morre dentro de seu sorriso,&lt;br /&gt;Minha esperança morre dentro de sua felicidade,&lt;br /&gt;Conceda-me um ultimo abraço.&lt;br /&gt;Adeus.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428539252943005890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1YLsFzuqMI/AAAAAAAAAKY/CP34cNH3eyg/s320/candle+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-8552772091068542095?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8552772091068542095/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8552772091068542095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8552772091068542095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/farewell.html' title='Farewell'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1YLryAmzRI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/nr-PO-WbeDQ/s72-c/candle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-3651242258782199182</id><published>2010-01-15T09:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:08:30.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DX4tqYolI/AAAAAAAAAJo/1kB2XJYIWvg/s1600-h/blog+cher+9"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DWII5UnoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xb8TFW3YA5w/s1600-h/Blog+cher"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427072986296655490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DWII5UnoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xb8TFW3YA5w/s320/Blog+cher" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Conseguistes atravessar a ponte,&lt;br /&gt;Tivestes o meu coração em tuas mãos.&lt;br /&gt;Pudestes sentir as chamas entre os teus dedos,&lt;br /&gt;Aquelas palpitações somente tuas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhastes naquele profundo azul,&lt;br /&gt;Conhecestes de perto a serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;Todo aquele brilho até então desconhecido era apenas teu.&lt;br /&gt;Tivestes também os meus olhos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427073367775611922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DWeWA_jBI/AAAAAAAAAIo/68et3DNCMtY/s320/Blog+cher+02" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuva a cair sobre o meu corpo.&lt;br /&gt;As gotas d'gua misturam-se às minhas lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Onde posso encontrar a luz?&lt;br /&gt;A chama apagou-se - É esse o fim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Violastes a minha realidade&lt;br /&gt;Pintastes um dia negro para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Porque destruístes o meu templo?&lt;br /&gt;Porque me condenastes a caminhar sozinho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obscurecestes a minha visão,&lt;br /&gt;O meu amor por ti me fez cego.&lt;br /&gt;Vozes - Ecos de meus próprios desejos.&lt;br /&gt;Perdi-me a margem de meu sonho solitário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427074929173287186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DX5OrNURI/AAAAAAAAAJw/LyE6E3UYGPs/s320/blog+cher+10" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ainda encontro-o em meus sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Sua face assombra e enche de esperança o meu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Doce castigo por amar-te.&lt;br /&gt;Esse eterno jogo de amor e ódio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuas palavras mentirosas ainda me encantam,&lt;br /&gt;Meu orgulho ainda lhe quer longe.&lt;br /&gt;Necessito dessa tua farsa,&lt;br /&gt;Ainda preciso deste amor tão doloroso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devolva-me o inverno que roubastes de mim!&lt;br /&gt;O véu não paralisou a minha alma,&lt;br /&gt;Recolha essas rosas, pois ainda estou vivo.&lt;br /&gt;E minha dor ameaça devorar tudo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tua luz ainda brilha para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Minha devoção será eternamente tua.&lt;br /&gt;Ainda sinto os teus lábios cortarem os meus.&lt;br /&gt;E posso conduzir-te a minha lâmina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Segure-me em teus braços e minta para mim apenas essa noite&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427074906322343986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DX35jHmDI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/pesAvpBdXxY/s320/blog+cher+06" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagens: Cher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-3651242258782199182?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3651242258782199182/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-of-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3651242258782199182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3651242258782199182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/way-of-love.html' title='The Way of Love'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1DWII5UnoI/AAAAAAAAAIg/xb8TFW3YA5w/s72-c/Blog+cher' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-998945372774730746</id><published>2010-01-15T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T09:56:41.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mein Engel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1CroOg7kOI/AAAAAAAAAII/piVwYeq-Jtk/s1600-h/blog+02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427026258560782562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1CroOg7kOI/AAAAAAAAAII/piVwYeq-Jtk/s320/blog+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ff0000;"&gt;E então eu vejo o brilho de suas asas,&lt;br /&gt;Entre as nuvens de um céu escurecido.&lt;br /&gt;Em meio a nevoa, nossos olhares se cruzam pela primeira vez,&lt;br /&gt;Perco os sentidos - Isso é real?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você ouve a melodia?&lt;br /&gt;Você sente o silêncio dos meus desejos acariciarem a sua pele alva e macia?&lt;br /&gt;Permita-se ao puro amor.&lt;br /&gt;Mostre-me o caminho e eu o seguirei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora - Nesse momento.&lt;br /&gt;Atravesse o portal - Você tem a chave.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas uma palavra - Apenas um toque.&lt;br /&gt;Abrace-me, meu anjo, abrace-me forte!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427026429415058530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 222px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1CryK_w7GI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/h5Iud96GIKE/s320/blog+04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Mantenha-se perto de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Perto - Mais perto - Bem perto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o seu amor perdido.&lt;br /&gt;Acorde de sua letargia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ter você - Clamor de minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;Erga-me - Beije-me.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me sentir seus lábios nos meus.&lt;br /&gt;Toque-me com sua língua bífida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cure-me - Toque-me.&lt;br /&gt;Suje-me - Tenha-me.&lt;br /&gt;Seu prazer está em mim.&lt;br /&gt;Meu prazer está em você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Corte-me - Cegue-me.&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me - Ame-me.&lt;br /&gt;Água divina nos abençoando.&lt;br /&gt;Carregue-me em meio à tempestade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na luz - Na escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;Sentindo o vento - Movendo nosso corpo.&lt;br /&gt;No dia - Na Noite&lt;br /&gt;Nossa dança da eternidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus joelhos beijam o chão.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos se dobram para rezar.&lt;br /&gt;Palavras puras e claras – Oração.&lt;br /&gt;Meu anjo de luz – Pode ouvir minhas preces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sem lágrimas.&lt;br /&gt;Sem medos.&lt;br /&gt;Viveremos por toda eternidade.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5427026433331219874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 234px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1CryZlczaI/AAAAAAAAAIY/gwd-ze7DXho/s320/blog+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagem: Constance Rudert - Red Angels Heart - Annie Bertram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-998945372774730746?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/998945372774730746/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/mein-engel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/998945372774730746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/998945372774730746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2010/01/mein-engel.html' title='Mein Engel'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S1CroOg7kOI/AAAAAAAAAII/piVwYeq-Jtk/s72-c/blog+02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-3174536158000473089</id><published>2009-09-20T12:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T12:40:14.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Solitary Ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383633571683401298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SraCNbEOflI/AAAAAAAAAHw/21WNe5LHg-s/s320/New+01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Um vasto mundo - Um ermo santuário.&lt;br /&gt;Onde gritos desesperados passam despercebidos.&lt;br /&gt;Um sino anuncia a chegada de um novo dia.&lt;br /&gt;Toda essa obscuridade me impede de conhecer a claridade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O agora é importante.&lt;br /&gt;Portanto abrace-me forte.&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe-me cair.&lt;br /&gt;Simplesmente abrace-me forte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nevoa não me permite ver,&lt;br /&gt;Mas eu posso ouvir suas doces palavras.&lt;br /&gt;Sentir a maciez de sua gélida pele,&lt;br /&gt;Beijar os seus doces lábios. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383635033904887362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SraDiiQ_tkI/AAAAAAAAAIA/9bD24FTbIy8/s320/New+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Oh como eu anseio ver sua face!&lt;br /&gt;Isso machuca-me lentamente.&lt;br /&gt;Afaste-me desse medo que me persegue.&lt;br /&gt;Leve-me para um novo horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conte-me sobre a luz solar,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela nunca tocou o meu corpo cinzento.&lt;br /&gt;Deite-se em meu leito,&lt;br /&gt;Prometa-me a liberdade de conhecer o que desconheço.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu anseio o que nunca vi,&lt;br /&gt;Pelo que nunca senti,&lt;br /&gt;O que há além desse mundo em que vivo?&lt;br /&gt;Quando atravessarei o espelho?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Segure-me em seus braços,&lt;br /&gt;Querido, tenha-me.&lt;br /&gt;Esse momento é nosso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383633654763293682" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SraCSQkBC_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/MT0KOjzMtQw/s320/New+02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagens: Ghost - Annie Bertram&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-3174536158000473089?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3174536158000473089/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary-ground-um-vasto-mundo-um-ermo.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3174536158000473089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3174536158000473089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/solitary-ground-um-vasto-mundo-um-ermo.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SraCNbEOflI/AAAAAAAAAHw/21WNe5LHg-s/s72-c/New+01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-4886640459125085952</id><published>2009-09-20T10:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-20T10:55:40.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Beauty of The Beast&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383606733613708722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrZpzPdyNbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QpVlKQjrX8o/s320/alientuer.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ela - A besta arrebatada.&lt;br /&gt;Que implora por um pouco de beleza.&lt;br /&gt;A neblina a impede de ver um novo horizonte.&lt;br /&gt;E a presença de cores machuca a sua vista.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus longos e negros cabelos,&lt;br /&gt;Beleza trancafiada e proibida.&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios ásperos e vermelhos.&lt;br /&gt;Seu delírio - O beijo eterno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casada com a solidão,&lt;br /&gt;O véu não permite que veja o mundo que desconhece.&lt;br /&gt;Aprisionada em seu templo,&lt;br /&gt;Protegendo apenas o seu relicário. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383605457732871026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrZoo-cFo3I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/TgixQIAC8LQ/s320/02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Um mundo mental desgastado.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração desolado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela chora pelas cinzas dos dias que morreram.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum Deus o abençoou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na escuridão do seu labirinto - Ela dança.&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto a neve cai lentamente,&lt;br /&gt;Enfeitando as flores congeladas em seu jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Um paraíso congelado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encontra-se esperança e doçura em sua voz,&lt;br /&gt;É fácil de encantar-se quando ela entoa suas melodias.&lt;br /&gt;Um feitiço único.&lt;br /&gt;A beleza de uma besta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dançando por séculos,&lt;br /&gt;Cantando para o nada.&lt;br /&gt;Assistindo dias morrerem,&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a dona do próprio mundo.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383606006211702258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrZpI5robfI/AAAAAAAAAHg/zvfAQprQl_c/s320/04.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Imagens: The Obsolete Angel - Annie Bertram&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-4886640459125085952?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4886640459125085952/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-of-beast-ele-besta-arrebatada.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/4886640459125085952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/4886640459125085952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/beauty-of-beast-ele-besta-arrebatada.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrZpzPdyNbI/AAAAAAAAAHo/QpVlKQjrX8o/s72-c/alientuer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7830765562693956491</id><published>2009-09-16T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:27:29.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;The End Of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrFzp52Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I8wBpu3BwCY/s1600-h/Privat_Affair_by_darkview.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382210193424566114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrFzp52Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I8wBpu3BwCY/s320/Privat_Affair_by_darkview.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Você nunca entenderá,&lt;br /&gt;A razão para tudo o que aconteceu.&lt;br /&gt;Mas você permanece em meu mundo,&lt;br /&gt;Eu o trancafiei aqui.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o seu ódio,&lt;br /&gt;O seu amor é muito pouco para mim.&lt;br /&gt;Você foi enganado novamente,&lt;br /&gt;E eu o beijarei mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora você ajoelha e reza,&lt;br /&gt;Chora por misericórdia.&lt;br /&gt;Sua generosidade é a sua perda,&lt;br /&gt;E agora você me pertence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me lhe tocar mais uma vez,&lt;br /&gt;Não tente se esconder de mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu sei que você me ama,&lt;br /&gt;E que sempre me amará.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você é a minha possessão,&lt;br /&gt;Não tente fugir.&lt;br /&gt;Você é minha possessão,&lt;br /&gt;Sou o seu mestre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso ver o seu lado negro,&lt;br /&gt;Vejo a sua beleza mascarada.&lt;br /&gt;Inocência perdida,&lt;br /&gt;Amor sufocado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Imagem: Secret Ladies - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7830765562693956491?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7830765562693956491/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-love-voce-nunca-entendera-razao.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7830765562693956491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7830765562693956491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/09/end-of-love-voce-nunca-entendera-razao.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SrFzp52Ox2I/AAAAAAAAAHA/I8wBpu3BwCY/s72-c/Privat_Affair_by_darkview.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7521551980818896266</id><published>2009-08-21T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T21:44:08.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Promise&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372643839451220466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/So93G0MuSfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7JxgMJQ1RLk/s320/OgAAAA-ITfJv8siHhbCwUZmGRm-0tGoU0eUEycCz4YvYWvRW6aoouTr4WR5NViYp9P244F_Ozi6ve1KSdhAAuy6-1IAAm1T1UD47WKxvDdr2M5I4wVvzgSEl6yFc.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Eu lhe prometo o inverno,&lt;br /&gt;Onde não há frio.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo luz,&lt;br /&gt;Quando não há como sair da escuridão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo silêncio,&lt;br /&gt;Quando você estiver em meio ao caos.&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo a cicatrização,&lt;br /&gt;De todas as suas feridas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre as labaredas do fogo eterno,&lt;br /&gt;Você deve me seguir e atravessar o espelho.&lt;br /&gt;Entre as geleiras,&lt;br /&gt;Você deve procurar a chave e atravessar o portal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beije o seu ídolo,&lt;br /&gt;Sinta sua alma se perder brandamente entre o nada.&lt;br /&gt;Abra os seus olhos enquanto o orvalho beija a manhã,&lt;br /&gt;Alguém prende a chave do seu destino.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo o mais violento amor,&lt;br /&gt;O mais ardente desejo,&lt;br /&gt;As mais lindas palavras,&lt;br /&gt;Acredite - Venha para uma nova era.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arqueje para respirar,&lt;br /&gt;Enquanto eu o beijo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou o dono da luz mais brilhante,&lt;br /&gt;Eu vim para conduzir a cegueira.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu lhe prometo a mais suave queda,&lt;br /&gt;Um modo doce de dizer adeus.&lt;br /&gt;Amor e ódio.&lt;br /&gt;Prisão e liberdade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caia - Continue no chão.&lt;br /&gt;Não há reversão.&lt;br /&gt;Acredite em minhas promessas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Acredite...&lt;br /&gt;Adeus - Eu não te amo mais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7521551980818896266?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7521551980818896266/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-eu-lhe-prometo-o-inverno-onde.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7521551980818896266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7521551980818896266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/promise-eu-lhe-prometo-o-inverno-onde.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/So93G0MuSfI/AAAAAAAAAG4/7JxgMJQ1RLk/s72-c/OgAAAA-ITfJv8siHhbCwUZmGRm-0tGoU0eUEycCz4YvYWvRW6aoouTr4WR5NViYp9P244F_Ozi6ve1KSdhAAuy6-1IAAm1T1UD47WKxvDdr2M5I4wVvzgSEl6yFc.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-2573307658568585296</id><published>2009-08-04T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T11:18:49.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sacrifice - The Love is gone forever.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Snh6Z9llI3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fia0hUeOwfQ/s1600-h/Blogg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366173542459450226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 226px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Snh6Z9llI3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fia0hUeOwfQ/s320/Blogg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Eu me curvei diante o seu altar,&lt;br /&gt;Eu cortei o meu coração e o presenteei.&lt;br /&gt;Você não colocou sal no meu ferimento.&lt;br /&gt;Minha dor é como uma arte para você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu levei a noite até você,&lt;br /&gt;Minha queda foi por ti.&lt;br /&gt;Você me deixou em ruínas,&lt;br /&gt;Arruinastes o meu conto de fadas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Um coração que uma vez eu tive.&lt;br /&gt;Uma criança - Uma vez viva - Agora morta!&lt;br /&gt;Vivendo um hoje sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Por um amor que uma vez lhe dei. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366173466682927170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Snh6VjTDKEI/AAAAAAAAAGg/wNbXp19dSNE/s320/Blog.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abandonado em meu ermo templo,&lt;br /&gt;Com o meu desolado coração.&lt;br /&gt;Guarde uma morte para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Até que eu tenha o meu ultimo suspiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meu coração bate em ritmo de folhas de outono caindo,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo arrastadas pelo vendo sem rumo.&lt;br /&gt;Sinto-me como um poeta viúvo,&lt;br /&gt;Sendo conduzido para um sonho cego.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meus gritos ecoam através da noite,&lt;br /&gt;A brisa do mar me carrega até meu santuário.&lt;br /&gt;Meu paraíso agora tem uma face escurecida.&lt;br /&gt;Um coração exilado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor se foi para sempre,&lt;br /&gt;Novamente minha alma está decepcionada.&lt;br /&gt;Eu cavalgo durante a noite enquanto chove.&lt;br /&gt;Eu desejo que a tempestade limpe tudo isso que me tornei.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O amor se foi para sempre...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366173609931310610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Snh6d48IBhI/AAAAAAAAAGw/NQp09gT82sQ/s320/Blogggg.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Imagens: Northern Sky - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-2573307658568585296?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2573307658568585296/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacrifice-love-is-gone-forever.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2573307658568585296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2573307658568585296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/sacrifice-love-is-gone-forever.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Snh6Z9llI3I/AAAAAAAAAGo/fia0hUeOwfQ/s72-c/Blogg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-2557932851423341097</id><published>2009-08-03T15:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T15:34:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Verzauberung&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SndjwhpTPAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gIq2GxCVDbs/s1600-h/0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867166351703042" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SndjwhpTPAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gIq2GxCVDbs/s320/0001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Doce garoto - Chegue mais perto.&lt;br /&gt;Conheça o que desconheces.&lt;br /&gt;Queime com os seus pecados&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o escolhido antes de ti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o cheiro da luxuria em nosso leito,&lt;br /&gt;Sacie o seu apetite desavergonhado.&lt;br /&gt;Coroe o seu momento - Faça-o durar.&lt;br /&gt;Isso o levará ao paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ame essa mentira,&lt;br /&gt;Tão imunda, nua e passageira.&lt;br /&gt;Ame mentindo,&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe essas raras perolas de felicidade desaparecer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867503915334546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SndkELKve5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/1q9A1ZtzLL0/s320/0002.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senso romântico,&lt;br /&gt;Você o perdeu quando congelou o seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;Coloque a sua máscara - É hora do sepultamento.&lt;br /&gt;Não mais contos de fadas - O amor morreu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove um pouco da Ambrósia,&lt;br /&gt;Prazer efêmero.&lt;br /&gt;Pois esse é o seu dia negro.&lt;br /&gt;E você deve vivê-lo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sinta o doce perfume - Fragrância viciante.&lt;br /&gt;Quebre as correntes - Liberte-se.&lt;br /&gt;Perca-se em mim.&lt;br /&gt;O meu erotismo significa esquecimento.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;É nessa pura suavidade que o caos se inicia,&lt;br /&gt;E a essa debilidade que você deve se entregar.&lt;br /&gt;Então venha até o desconhecido - Conheça o reino que o aguarda.&lt;br /&gt;Neve virgem sob os seus pés - Atravesse o espelho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O estranho encantamento...&lt;br /&gt;Meu, seu, nosso - Encantamento.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365867382264528226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 261px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sndj9F-7fWI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/nBZ-eHy71gU/s320/000.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imagens: Constance Rudert e Chris Pohl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-2557932851423341097?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2557932851423341097/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/verzauberung-doce-garoto-chegue-mais.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2557932851423341097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2557932851423341097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/08/verzauberung-doce-garoto-chegue-mais.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SndjwhpTPAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/gIq2GxCVDbs/s72-c/0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-8531460094930111019</id><published>2009-07-26T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T06:34:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Fall&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sm0kFdwK5MI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Zbx0IWnf5g/s1600-h/DSCF0026_bearbeitet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362982407572743362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sm0kFdwK5MI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Zbx0IWnf5g/s320/DSCF0026_bearbeitet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Você deve me carregar para o mar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Como as folhas do outono no chão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Depois de serem levadas pelo vento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Um paraíso avelhantado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;elvagem é o inverno que nos congela&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Mas não se preocupe, eu caio por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Eu encontro suas purezas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Elas são alvas como a neve,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Uma vez eu morri por você,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A escuridão apaga minha mente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Adeus memória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Estou caindo por você....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Fragmentado pela tristeza,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Minhas asas estão quebradas novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Noite cuja permanecerá para sempre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Desistindo da vida, congelando no inverno...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Nada mais resta além de lembranças congeladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362982855390285698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sm0kfiAMT4I/AAAAAAAAAF4/8-zNoem7TN4/s320/DSCF0109_bearbeitet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Por favor, escute-me.&lt;br /&gt;Véus do amanhecer - Encubram-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;O despertar de meus olhos - Apenas horizontes pálidos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Crucifique o meu coração - Liberte-me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Deixe minha alma vaguear para longe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Longe de todo o seu falso amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Dê-me a luz - Deixe-me morrer!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Venha...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Venha até mim...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Venha derreter o gelo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362983286074050834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sm0k4mbNCRI/AAAAAAAAAGA/C68XwL3Dgxw/s320/DSCF0142_bearbeitet.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Imagens: Dream of Angels - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-8531460094930111019?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/8531460094930111019/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-voce-deve-me-carregar-para-o-mar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8531460094930111019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/8531460094930111019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/fall-voce-deve-me-carregar-para-o-mar.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sm0kFdwK5MI/AAAAAAAAAFw/2Zbx0IWnf5g/s72-c/DSCF0026_bearbeitet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7960232069939334260</id><published>2009-07-19T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:28:53.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#00cccc;"&gt;Der Ruf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOaBoORwmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9udkVxmLfms/s1600-h/01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297334268871266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 209px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOaBoORwmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9udkVxmLfms/s320/01.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Uma senhorita com o seu violino,&lt;br /&gt;Entoando sua doce cantiga ao vento...&lt;br /&gt;Encantando corações com suas melodias.&lt;br /&gt;O chamado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quem tem chamado pelo meu nome?&lt;br /&gt;De onde vem esse som? (Venha, venha até mim...)&lt;br /&gt;Algo está para ser revelado,&lt;br /&gt;Como ver o que ouço?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O vento me leva ao oceano,&lt;br /&gt;Belas águas escuras e aveludadas.&lt;br /&gt;Onde estou? (Veleje vassalo)&lt;br /&gt;Para onde toda essa calmaria me levará? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Um mundo atrás do espelho?&lt;br /&gt;Quem está a me chamar? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297519567867282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOaMahADZI/AAAAAAAAAFg/YgWKwOvAILk/s320/03.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siga os sensos...&lt;br /&gt;Venha para baixo...&lt;br /&gt;Profundamente e mais..&lt;br /&gt;Um outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venha até mim,&lt;br /&gt;Por dentro da memória azul.&lt;br /&gt;A noite está cega,&lt;br /&gt;Consegues ouvir uma senhorita lhe chamando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prove de meus beijos salgados,&lt;br /&gt;Algas no chão - Meu precioso jardim.&lt;br /&gt;Deite-se ao meu lado - Sonhe com Naiads.&lt;br /&gt;Podes ver o meu vestido brilhando?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perca-se em meu paraíso aquático.&lt;br /&gt;Até que o solo oceânico seja a sua sepultura.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360297624376208146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOaSg9QaxI/AAAAAAAAAFo/KWEV5m8VM_Y/s320/02.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;Imagens: Birdfish - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7960232069939334260?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7960232069939334260/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/der-ruf-uma-senhorita-com-o-seu-violino.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7960232069939334260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7960232069939334260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/der-ruf-uma-senhorita-com-o-seu-violino.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOaBoORwmI/AAAAAAAAAFY/9udkVxmLfms/s72-c/01.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7437485980493075439</id><published>2009-07-19T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T13:54:13.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;Heart of Glass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360273245470886546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOEHedSipI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r5C--9RxLws/s320/birdandprincess-7559.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perca-se na calmaria,&lt;br /&gt;Escorregue brandamente entre o nada.&lt;br /&gt;Veja você mesmo caído em sua frente.&lt;br /&gt;Atravesse o espelho - Encontre um novo mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum ruído - Nenhuma voz.&lt;br /&gt;Uma paz extrema - Paraíso.&lt;br /&gt;Solidão e o silencio,&lt;br /&gt;Complete-se com você mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aqui é o fim da verdade,&lt;br /&gt;O fim da luz - O fim de tudo.&lt;br /&gt;Aqui a beleza deve ser apenas sentida.&lt;br /&gt;Imerso - O mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feche os seus olhos para sua própria realidade,&lt;br /&gt;Abandone as deficiências.&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a tempestade de luz,&lt;br /&gt;Ela gentilmente embala sua estadia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360272852168465170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 228px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmODwlSr2xI/AAAAAAAAAEg/G3XAanxfh-Y/s320/birdandprincess-7473.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Encare a si próprio,&lt;br /&gt;Veja o seu corpo imóvel ao seu lado,&lt;br /&gt;Sua alma está livre.&lt;br /&gt;Encontre-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flocos de neve - Fragmentos de sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Pode pintar um novo dia?&lt;br /&gt;Sinta a sua vela queimar até o fim.&lt;br /&gt;O silêncio encobre tudo por dentro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sono profundo - Acorde!&lt;br /&gt;Cale-se! Não destrua meu paraíso!&lt;br /&gt;Fora do meu inverno.&lt;br /&gt;Esse não lhe pertence mais!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha tempestade branca lhe levará para longe!&lt;br /&gt;Adeus!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360272548467403026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 229px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmODe56taRI/AAAAAAAAAEY/PkdQFU1IeaM/s320/birdandprincess1-7588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagens: &lt;span style="color:#339999;"&gt;White - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7437485980493075439?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7437485980493075439/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-of-glass-perca-se-na-calmaria.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7437485980493075439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7437485980493075439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/heart-of-glass-perca-se-na-calmaria.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmOEHedSipI/AAAAAAAAAEo/r5C--9RxLws/s72-c/birdandprincess-7559.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-754789461938641334</id><published>2009-07-17T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T10:58:48.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's An Angel Praying (For Your Love)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359487302616760642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmC5TlKwQUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9asheROrk_8/s320/angel_praying_three.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Seja a minha respiração.&lt;br /&gt;Seja a vela mais brilhante e rara,&lt;br /&gt;Quente o suficiente para afastar o frio;&lt;br /&gt;Clara o suficiente para me mostrar o caminho correto,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proteja-me do tempo que vem derrubando sonhos,&lt;br /&gt;Moldando a vida como o vento esculpe dunas de desertos.&lt;br /&gt;Leve a escuridão que me cerca para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Carregue-me para um outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja a estrela que ilumina o meu céu denso e silencioso.&lt;br /&gt;Afaste meus medos com sua doce cantiga,&lt;br /&gt;Permaneça tempo bastante para fixar-se minha mente,&lt;br /&gt;Nunca me diga que deve partir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359487939189734258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmC54olk-3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/ivNIQDb13KM/s320/01.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Mostre-me o mundo a qual pertenço,&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me esquecer que tudo ao redor é incerto.&lt;br /&gt;Caminhe atrás de mim e me guie até o alvorecer.&lt;br /&gt;Veja-me como sou sem a concha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seja a estrela brilhante que se destaca em meu céu,&lt;br /&gt;A única que mantém a dor e as sombras longes.&lt;br /&gt;E eu lhe agradeceria por isso.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas permaneça e nunca me diga que partirá novamente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não deixe o cristal se quebrar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359488413366238450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmC6UPCEPPI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/-UAN9sq04rc/s320/110691546_4142c2aa30.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-754789461938641334?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/754789461938641334/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-angel-praying-for-your-love-seja.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/754789461938641334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/754789461938641334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/07/theres-angel-praying-for-your-love-seja.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmC5TlKwQUI/AAAAAAAAAEA/9asheROrk_8/s72-c/angel_praying_three.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-1332479983045872765</id><published>2009-07-17T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:01:51.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;The Love - The Pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359475264294685506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 219px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmCuW27HC0I/AAAAAAAAADo/UTZTX6Hq0B0/s320/doi_003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sinta a melodia - Cante comigo&lt;br /&gt;Cante do errado para o certo.&lt;br /&gt;Feche os seus olhos - Sorria.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me lhe fazer sentir vivo.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que o leva para longe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toque-me - Sinta a maciez de minha pele.&lt;br /&gt;Abrace o meu ferimento.&lt;br /&gt;Olhe para o vazio - Encontre-me.&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a maldição que você necessita.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que o leva para o desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio sem lágrimas - Imperfeição.&lt;br /&gt;Tudo está transparente - As cores desapareceram.&lt;br /&gt;Eu o vejo caído no chão, perdido no branco.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum rastro de vida.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que o deixa sem forças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359474340295267234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmCthEwe06I/AAAAAAAAADg/cqcud8Z0jzQ/s320/doi_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Ausência de pensamentos - Não mais sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum antídoto para curar suas cicatrizes.&lt;br /&gt;Parado na inutilidade.&lt;br /&gt;Sem vaidade - Sem ambição.&lt;br /&gt;Algo que eleva mais sua insanidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu sou a sua cura - Eu o governo.&lt;br /&gt;Eu amo tudo que dói em você.&lt;br /&gt;Sou a sua doença, sua dor, sua morte.&lt;br /&gt;Sou aquele que o ama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359475942604764642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 364px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 241px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmCu-V01deI/AAAAAAAAADw/bBdtAD5IlvM/s320/doi_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Imagens: The Death Of Innocence - Annie Bertram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-1332479983045872765?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SmCuW27HC0I/AAAAAAAAADo/UTZTX6Hq0B0/s72-c/doi_003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7751031361683371121</id><published>2009-06-17T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:03:25.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sjk2nL-F12I/AAAAAAAAADI/hjIjZoEWXYo/s1600-h/constance2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348366079335192418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sjk2nL-F12I/AAAAAAAAADI/hjIjZoEWXYo/s320/constance2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Leaving your love...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;O dia se foi - A luz está desvanecendo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sob o céu agora viajo para longe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Estou abandonando o meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Deixando as correntes do passado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A noite cai e há um chamado dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eternidade - Estou tentando apagar as lembranças.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eternidade - Estou perdido em oceanos noturnos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Divagando - Estou dominado pelo que desconheço.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E quem tece a teia sobre o mistério?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Será que eu irei arrebentar esses fios emaranhados?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois a palavra uma vez dita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;pode desfazer ou originar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Vida - A estrada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu - O viajante, apenas o viajante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E qual caminho devo seguir?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A qual lugar eu pertenço?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu não estou mais em meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu desconheço esse caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu não estou mais em meu lar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Sinto-me tão, tão distante...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Como abandonar o seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Ainda que eu o abandone, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu continuarei amando-o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Então como posso abandonar o seu amor?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E eu seguraria a sua mão novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;A mão de quem pode me fazer conhecer outros universos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E eu beijaria os seus lábios mais uma vez,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Os lábios de quem pode soar cantigas tão doces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Fracasso - Sim, sou um fracassado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Pois não consigo me libertar de tal sentimento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Quão poderoso, quão violento e quão verdadeiro é o meu amor por ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Simplesmente a chama que queima eu meu interior e me faz sentir vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E eu não me libertei do amor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Eu apenas dei-lhe asas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;Espero que ele lhe encontre,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255);font-size:100%;" &gt;E o traga novamente para mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc33;"&gt;Imagem: Melancholic Melodies - Annie Bertram.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7751031361683371121?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7751031361683371121/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving-your-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7751031361683371121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7751031361683371121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/leaving-your-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sjk2nL-F12I/AAAAAAAAADI/hjIjZoEWXYo/s72-c/constance2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-5452827122749942298</id><published>2009-06-10T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:04:12.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAud_UI9sI/AAAAAAAAADA/y2h6u_qxKxs/s1600-h/constance3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345823850435770050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 215px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAud_UI9sI/AAAAAAAAADA/y2h6u_qxKxs/s320/constance3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt;Absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,51,255)"&gt; (Ausência)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Quando senti os meus lábios cortados,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Você estava me beijando...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Quando a noite parecia eterna,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você estava ao meu lado...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Noutro tempo, quando tudo parecia estar perdido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Você me mostrou o caminho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Noutro tempo, quando o amanhecer parecia único,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Você estava comigo.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estava contigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estou contigo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu estarei sempre contigo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Conforme a noite vai chegando,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Dentro de mim, meu sonho permanece vivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Conforme os dias vão morrendo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Eu mantenho acesa a chama da esperança dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Agora, meu coração canta sozinho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Você já não está comigo...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Agora, expondo o que sinto,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;Eu espero a sua volta.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,102,255)"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onde você está agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66cccc;"&gt;Imagem: Melancholic Melodies - Annie Bertram&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-5452827122749942298?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5452827122749942298/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/absence-ausencia-quando-senti-os-meus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5452827122749942298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5452827122749942298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/absence-ausencia-quando-senti-os-meus.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAud_UI9sI/AAAAAAAAADA/y2h6u_qxKxs/s72-c/constance3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-280464596598332753</id><published>2009-06-10T13:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T12:09:23.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAefREBItI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0Wd8j84bDis/s1600-h/AMermaid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345806280193811154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAefREBItI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0Wd8j84bDis/s320/AMermaid.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Mermaid (A Sereia)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Eu posso traduzir o seu canto.&lt;br /&gt;Eu percebo a sua sede por paixões efêmeras.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo que você guarda deve ser contado,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como os flocos de neve no inverno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida, eu não tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida sereia, eu não tenho mais medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doces palavras saem de sua boca,&lt;br /&gt;A voz do amor está enfeitiçando-os.&lt;br /&gt;Você é uma força desconhecida da natureza,&lt;br /&gt;Você não pode ser controlada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Querido, fique calmo.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas deixe o seu prazer ir.&lt;br /&gt;Querido, não mais medo,&lt;br /&gt;Liberte o seu prazer."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;A noite está enevoada,&lt;br /&gt;Por todos os lados, a sua música.&lt;br /&gt;A sua música se espalha e os traz até ela.&lt;br /&gt;Sonhos que eles nunca conheceram antes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minha querida, eu não tenho medo.&lt;br /&gt;Minha queria sereia, eu não tenho mais medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Venha, venha até mim.&lt;br /&gt;Eu posso expulsar os seus medos interiores.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas acredite em mim,&lt;br /&gt;Encontrarei o caminho para a sua jornada..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Deixe-me desvendar o segredo.&lt;br /&gt;Aquele que há atrás dos olhos purpúreos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devo acreditar em ti?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Acredite...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Italic: Female Vocal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Imagem:  The Siren - John William Waterhouse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-280464596598332753?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/280464596598332753/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mermaid-sereia-eu-posso-traduzir-o-seu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/280464596598332753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/280464596598332753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/06/mermaid-sereia-eu-posso-traduzir-o-seu.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SjAefREBItI/AAAAAAAAAC4/0Wd8j84bDis/s72-c/AMermaid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-2296094376359329716</id><published>2009-05-04T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T19:12:44.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dance - A Dança.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sf-gG55FzMI/AAAAAAAAACw/x9oPJPvlgHU/s1600-h/tango2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332156524309892290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 230px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sf-gG55FzMI/AAAAAAAAACw/x9oPJPvlgHU/s320/tango2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;Roube a minha atenção enquanto você dança,&lt;br /&gt;O balançar do seu corpo é tão envolvente.&lt;br /&gt;Chegue mais perto de mim e toque-me.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me sentir a maciez de sua pele.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eu fecho os meus olhos para você.&lt;br /&gt;Leve minha respiração para longe,&lt;br /&gt;Beije os meus lábios,&lt;br /&gt;Abrace-me nesta noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A noite sob nós,&lt;br /&gt;A lua parece iluminar apenas você.&lt;br /&gt;Isso é real?&lt;br /&gt;Lentamente você está roubando a minha vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leia a minha mente.&lt;br /&gt;Você pode encontrar um novo desejo?&lt;br /&gt;O que é errado e o que é correto?&lt;br /&gt;Dance comigo através da noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leve meus sonhos contigo,&lt;br /&gt;Silenciosamente minta para mim,&lt;br /&gt;Eu não me importarei.&lt;br /&gt;Apenas abrace-me, beije-me e faça parecer verdadeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tenha-me.&lt;br /&gt;Ame-me, querido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-2296094376359329716?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2296094376359329716/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance-danca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2296094376359329716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2296094376359329716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/05/dance-danca.html' title='The Dance - A Dança.'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sf-gG55FzMI/AAAAAAAAACw/x9oPJPvlgHU/s72-c/tango2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-6371855115385304273</id><published>2009-04-30T13:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T16:16:54.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Kiss (O Primeiro Beijo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfoH_gzzp8I/AAAAAAAAACo/LsvTRRpOma8/s1600-h/First+Kiss.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfoH_gzzp8I/AAAAAAAAACo/LsvTRRpOma8/s320/First+Kiss.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330581896666785730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Com o brilho dos seus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Denuncie tudo o que quer de mim.&lt;br /&gt;Com suas palavras mentirosas,&lt;br /&gt;Sussurre o que deseja.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Convide-me para dançar neste vasto salão,&lt;br /&gt;Feche os meus olhos,&lt;br /&gt;Conduza-me à melodia do seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Segure-me em seus braços nessa noite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escute o som da minha voz.&lt;br /&gt;Siga-me para o desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;Você está lúcido?&lt;br /&gt;Sou a paz que procuras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roube minha respiração,&lt;br /&gt;Faça-me flutuar,&lt;br /&gt;Beije-me - Apenas beije-me.&lt;br /&gt;Beijos leves como o de um fantasma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me tocar suas mãos,&lt;br /&gt;Assim o mundo deixará de existir para nós.&lt;br /&gt;Essa noite - Olhe para a lua,&lt;br /&gt;Pois ela brilha intensamente apenas para nós.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esqueça tudo sobre realidade.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe tudo isso pra trás.&lt;br /&gt;Esse momento é nosso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-6371855115385304273?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/6371855115385304273/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-kiss-o-primeiro-beijo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/6371855115385304273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/6371855115385304273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/first-kiss-o-primeiro-beijo.html' title='The First Kiss (O Primeiro Beijo)'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfoH_gzzp8I/AAAAAAAAACo/LsvTRRpOma8/s72-c/First+Kiss.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-1629804914402383639</id><published>2009-04-28T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:21:47.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's All What I Need - Ela é o que necessito.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sfe4tD2A9jI/AAAAAAAAACg/N7Oh_6DArcw/s1600-h/Gi+03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329931768281757234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sfe4tD2A9jI/AAAAAAAAACg/N7Oh_6DArcw/s320/Gi+03.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Ela é silencio profundo completo que te cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o pesar de sua consciência.&lt;br /&gt;Ela vendeu a própria alma por um pouco mais de poder.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tem a chave para os portais ocultados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a neblina que cobre a Terra.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o vento invernal que congela as suas asas.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é o seu lado obscuro.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a rosa negra dos seus sonhos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela escuta as palavras que você não quer dizer,&lt;br /&gt;Ela é dona do templo renegado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é a cama de mentiras.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é quem controla o jogo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela vestiu o diário de silencio para ninguém descobrir os segredos dela.&lt;br /&gt;Ela calou-se e por isso ninguém aprendeu toda a oração.&lt;br /&gt;Ela ri dos seus medos.&lt;br /&gt;Ela é dona da fragrância viciante.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela vendeu a própria alma por um pouco mais de poder.&lt;br /&gt;Ela tornou-se o que é apenas para destruir o seu criador.&lt;br /&gt;Ela matou o anjo que a protegia para que ele não a parasse.&lt;br /&gt;Ela escolheu esse caminho por você.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O seu nascer – orgulho dela.&lt;br /&gt;O seu viver – Ambição dela.&lt;br /&gt;O seu adoecer – A felicidade dela.&lt;br /&gt;O seu fim – Ela brinda mais uma vitória.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Imagem: Gi - Minha melhor amiga. Amo-te, querida.Obrigado por existir ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-1629804914402383639?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/1629804914402383639/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-all-what-i-need-ela-e-o-que.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/1629804914402383639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/1629804914402383639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/shes-all-what-i-need-ela-e-o-que.html' title='She&apos;s All What I Need - Ela é o que necessito.'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sfe4tD2A9jI/AAAAAAAAACg/N7Oh_6DArcw/s72-c/Gi+03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-653253538138138180</id><published>2009-04-27T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:14:38.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dark Ocean</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfYDQTjc-yI/AAAAAAAAACY/kirWRKq-jQM/s1600-h/91.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 275px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfYDQTjc-yI/AAAAAAAAACY/kirWRKq-jQM/s320/91.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329450787701324578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Caia - Continue caindo.&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhe em minhas águas - Sinta a serenidade.&lt;br /&gt;Continue descendo, profundamente e mais.&lt;br /&gt;Perca-se em minha imensidão.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vozes em sua mente - você não consegue ouvir?&lt;br /&gt;Estou lhe chamando a todo momento.&lt;br /&gt;Você achou o portal.&lt;br /&gt;Mas onde está a chave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está sob o meu domínio...&lt;br /&gt;Navegue meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;Você está sob o meu domínio...&lt;br /&gt;Perca-se em minha infinita calmaria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lua minguante brilhando apenas para ti.&lt;br /&gt;O mundo insano se foi,&lt;br /&gt;Agora você está salvo.&lt;br /&gt;Dobre os seus joelhos e ore para mim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Além desse infinito silencio,&lt;br /&gt;A minha voz sussurra em sua mente.&lt;br /&gt;Acalmando-o...  Encantando-o.&lt;br /&gt;Chamando-o para o desconhecido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Você está sob o meu domínio...&lt;br /&gt;Navegue meu amor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-653253538138138180?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/653253538138138180/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-ocean.html#comment-form' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/653253538138138180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/653253538138138180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/dark-ocean.html' title='Dark Ocean'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfYDQTjc-yI/AAAAAAAAACY/kirWRKq-jQM/s72-c/91.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-2432326823196191935</id><published>2009-04-27T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T08:32:22.208-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Engel (Anjo)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXFllHYr2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yx172gyJqQQ/s1600-h/Bouguereau.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 169px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXFllHYr2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yx172gyJqQQ/s320/Bouguereau.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329382983471771490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Eu vi o seu sorriso na face de um anjo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Venha até mim" - Ele disse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Foi um sonho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Há um mundo atrás do espelho?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ele veio até mim na última noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;A janela escancarou-se.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ele leu a minha alma - Contou-me contos de fadas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Posso confiar nele?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"A fé lhe trará até mim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Siga o luar pálido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Você - Garoto de coração puro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Venha, venha até mim".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ele revelou-me quem verdadeiramente sou,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tocou-me com o seu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ensinou-me paixão com suas doces palavras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Ele - O anjo de asas negras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Abençoe-me, anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Seja a minha luz branca - Permaneça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Mostre-me seus desejos ardentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pegue minha mão e leve-me para o leito das estrelas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Leve-me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Leve-me contigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-2432326823196191935?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2432326823196191935/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-anjo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2432326823196191935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2432326823196191935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/angel-anjo.html' title='Engel (Anjo)'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXFllHYr2I/AAAAAAAAACI/Yx172gyJqQQ/s72-c/Bouguereau.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-4171682939687561682</id><published>2009-04-27T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T07:37:08.715-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay (Permaneça)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXCVrpvQ8I/AAAAAAAAACA/TJrb78rEDfo/s1600-h/La-Belle-Dame-Sans-Merci-B10078774.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXCVrpvQ8I/AAAAAAAAACA/TJrb78rEDfo/s320/La-Belle-Dame-Sans-Merci-B10078774.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329379411813680066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Segure-me em seus braços essa noite,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;E aqueça-me nesse rigoroso inverno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Não me diga que deve partir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Meu coração de porcelana irá se quebrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Sorria - Contorça a faca dentro de mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Estou sangrando por ti - Não vê?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Permaneça calado - Não diga nada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Eu não me importarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Toque-me e use-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Mas não se vá.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Permaneça.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Deixe-me sentir mais uma vez sua respiração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Desejos ardentes - Preciso saciá-los.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Não diga nada - Apenas use-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Eu não me importarei.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Ofereço-lhe os meus segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Dou-lhe todo o meu amor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Não diga-me ''adeus''.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Não deixe que sua promessa desintegre-se na poeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"  &gt;Permaneça para sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial,sans-serif;font-size:-1;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-4171682939687561682?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/4171682939687561682/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-permaneca.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/4171682939687561682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/4171682939687561682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/stay-permaneca.html' title='Stay (Permaneça)'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SfXCVrpvQ8I/AAAAAAAAACA/TJrb78rEDfo/s72-c/La-Belle-Dame-Sans-Merci-B10078774.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-419349062275498451</id><published>2009-04-15T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T12:12:11.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maskierte Ritter (Cavaleiro Mascarado).</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeYxS12Yy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQpiLaxphV0/s1600-h/DarkMask.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeYxS12Yy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQpiLaxphV0/s320/DarkMask.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324997809174793138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Escuridão – Nenhum ruído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Eu posso sentir sua presença.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Posso sentir sua fragrância viciante.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Pode aparecer para mim essa noite?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Corte os meus lábios com os seus beijos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Violente-me com o seu silêncio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Por trás do meu véu há uma serenidade,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;A serenidade que apenas você pode encontrar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Extasie-me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Adoeça-me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Estou fascinado pelo seu segredo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;O que há atrás da sua máscara?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Amo-te e por isso o odeio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Estou fascinado pelo oculto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Maculado você é,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mas eu adoro essa sua violência.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Nuance escarlate - Cor de sua máscara.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Mostre-me sua face essa noite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Deixe-me ver o que há além desses olhos lacrimejantes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Permita-me lhe conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Cavaleiro mascarado – Permita-me lhe conhecer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-419349062275498451?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/419349062275498451/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/maskierte-ritter-cavaleiro-mascarado.html#comment-form' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/419349062275498451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/419349062275498451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/maskierte-ritter-cavaleiro-mascarado.html' title='Maskierte Ritter (Cavaleiro Mascarado).'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeYxS12Yy7I/AAAAAAAAAB4/iQpiLaxphV0/s72-c/DarkMask.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-3008078520917432244</id><published>2009-04-14T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T19:40:42.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Child - A Criança</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeVI-iPDRfI/AAAAAAAAABg/m2lCVyeJWU8/s1600-h/The%2520Broken%2520Vase1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324742373614503410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeVI-iPDRfI/AAAAAAAAABg/m2lCVyeJWU8/s320/The%2520Broken%2520Vase1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A Criança&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os pensamentos parecem confusos,&lt;br /&gt;Dentro de sua mente conturbada.&lt;br /&gt;As mãos dele estão tão geladas,&lt;br /&gt;Ele vive trancado num outro mundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O abrir da porta,&lt;br /&gt;Uma voz está chamando.&lt;br /&gt;Ele se questiona o por que.&lt;br /&gt;Ele precisa da salvação.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ele precisa é de um coração,&lt;br /&gt;Tudo o que ele precisa é de fé,&lt;br /&gt;Para salvá-lo dessa escuridão que o cerca,&lt;br /&gt;Que toma conta dele e o possue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua face congelada,&lt;br /&gt;E seus olhos fascinados.&lt;br /&gt;Chamando um anjo para que abra o portal,&lt;br /&gt;E ele possa ir ou voltar de vez.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As luzes apagaram-se&lt;br /&gt;O fogo apagou-se.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apenas um garoto sem um conto de fadas,&lt;br /&gt;Descontrolado, desolado e incapacitado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E quando já não há esconderijo,&lt;br /&gt;Nenhum refugio,&lt;br /&gt;Ele sofre mais e mais.&lt;br /&gt;Dormir ou morrer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Não há lugar para esconder-se&lt;br /&gt;Não há lugar para ir.&lt;br /&gt;Quando a vela é apagada,&lt;br /&gt;Sufocada por ilusões e desejos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A luz apagou-se.&lt;br /&gt;Um garoto.&lt;br /&gt;Um fantasma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-3008078520917432244?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3008078520917432244/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-crianca.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3008078520917432244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3008078520917432244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/child-crianca.html' title='The Child - A Criança'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeVI-iPDRfI/AAAAAAAAABg/m2lCVyeJWU8/s72-c/The%2520Broken%2520Vase1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-3984762896828383713</id><published>2009-04-14T09:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T09:10:37.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A morte de um Anjo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeS1ajBnJXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QuCygUEP2uE/s1600-h/anjo.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324580127141995890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeS1ajBnJXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QuCygUEP2uE/s320/anjo.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;Um beijo em sua testa - ele foi abençoado.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o vazio em seu coração de gelo o fez caminhar sozinho.&lt;br /&gt;Ele não tem nem ele mesmo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luta eterna entre ele sua própria existência.&lt;br /&gt;Ele necessita de alguém para por a culpa.&lt;br /&gt;Ninguém ao seu lado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer acreditar em algo.&lt;br /&gt;Mas o que ele vê?&lt;br /&gt;Uma face sem beleza refletida no espelho da vergonha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sua esperança desentegra-se na poeira,&lt;br /&gt;Ele não consegue achar a terra do renascimento.&lt;br /&gt;Ele está perdendo a coragem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele quer enxergar a luz,&lt;br /&gt;Mas está tão distante.&lt;br /&gt;Não há quem o guie para a terra prometida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suas asas pálidas celestes,&lt;br /&gt;Sua face gélida.&lt;br /&gt;Ele está morrendo aos poucos.&lt;br /&gt;Ele - o anjo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ele já não respira e não pode levar a sua mensagem.&lt;br /&gt;O segredo nunca desvendado - A morte de um anjo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-3984762896828383713?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/3984762896828383713/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/morte-de-um-anjo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3984762896828383713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/3984762896828383713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/morte-de-um-anjo.html' title='A morte de um Anjo.'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/SeS1ajBnJXI/AAAAAAAAABY/QuCygUEP2uE/s72-c/anjo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-7419994826858169470</id><published>2009-04-08T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:30:25.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She And Her Darkness - Ela e sua Escuridão</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1dMXm2wQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCtWQgKEy30/s1600-h/bouguereau-022589239.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322512801698595074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1dMXm2wQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCtWQgKEy30/s320/bouguereau-022589239.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lá está ela voando pelo céu,&lt;br /&gt;Com seu vestido de diamantes.&lt;br /&gt;Asas pálidas celestes - Porque estão tão negras agora?&lt;br /&gt;Ela carrega consigo a dor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ela grita - Aqui estou eu - Ajoelhado.&lt;br /&gt;Minhas mãos dobram para rezar.&lt;br /&gt;Ela - Criatura mascarada.&lt;br /&gt;Ela - Anjo caído.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Lasciva - Tocando sua harpa.&lt;br /&gt;Sua nênia - Tão Irresistível&lt;br /&gt;Ofuscando o brilho da lua cheia com sua beleza.&lt;br /&gt;Mergulhando profundamente na memória azul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Rainha do templo esquecido.&lt;br /&gt;Dama escorraçada.&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios - vermelho como sangue.&lt;br /&gt;Sua expressão - Algo nunca vislumbrado antes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ela - Pairando sobre o ar sem destino.&lt;br /&gt;Ela - Dançando no céu congelado.&lt;br /&gt;Ela e sua escuridão.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Ela...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-7419994826858169470?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/7419994826858169470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-and-her-darkness-ela-e-sua.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7419994826858169470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/7419994826858169470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/she-and-her-darkness-ela-e-sua.html' title='She And Her Darkness - Ela e sua Escuridão'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1dMXm2wQI/AAAAAAAAABQ/NCtWQgKEy30/s72-c/bouguereau-022589239.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-2010238155181501886</id><published>2009-04-08T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T16:49:16.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Queen - Rainha do Gelo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd030qXlyZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1LeZ4lp4e0/s1600-h/4025409-lg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 248px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd030qXlyZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1LeZ4lp4e0/s320/4025409-lg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322471712487754130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;O gelo eterno em seu coração,&lt;br /&gt;Como derreter?&lt;br /&gt;Tenho dedicado as minhas palavras para ti.&lt;br /&gt;Você não tem percebido?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Como te despertar?&lt;br /&gt;Acorde de sua letargia e venha.&lt;br /&gt;A mortalha cobre sua tez pálida,&lt;br /&gt;Alva como floco de neve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seus lábios - Vermelhos como uma rosa.&lt;br /&gt;Deixe-me beijá-los mais uma vez.&lt;br /&gt;Sua beleza é imortal,&lt;br /&gt;Assim como o gelo em seu coração.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainha do gelo - Ela acordou.&lt;br /&gt;Em sua paisagem congelada,&lt;br /&gt;Ela caminha sorrindo,&lt;br /&gt;Sempre sozinha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ela - Rainha do Gelo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-2010238155181501886?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/2010238155181501886/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-queen-rainha-do-gelo.html#comment-form' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2010238155181501886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/2010238155181501886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/ice-queen-rainha-do-gelo.html' title='Ice Queen - Rainha do Gelo.'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd030qXlyZI/AAAAAAAAABA/l1LeZ4lp4e0/s72-c/4025409-lg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-5369210742744203593</id><published>2009-04-08T13:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:38:35.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eu Ainda Te Amo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1DXk-4mOI/AAAAAAAAABI/rTsJ_eg0tag/s1600-h/broken_heart-1791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1DXk-4mOI/AAAAAAAAABI/rTsJ_eg0tag/s320/broken_heart-1791.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322484406965278946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As evidencias enchem-me de coragem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas minhas palavras somem diante de ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;E ninguém nota que eu ainda estou aqui,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;É como se eu não existisse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sem amor, doente e sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sangrando, pois continuo sendo apunhalado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Exausto...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Já não tenho muita força para continuar lutando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas o seu amor corre em minhas veias,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ainda sinto o seu beijo cortando os meus lábios.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu não estou morto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ainda consigo escutar as suas palavras doces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu quero te ver novamente,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Mas não mais em meus sonhos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A sua luz ainda brilha em mim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Deixe eu me perder completamente em ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Alimente-me com o seu espírito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Sua luz... Sua luz...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ainda te amo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;As lembranças me condenam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde você está? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Onde está você agora?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Esse é o castigo por te amar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;O ódio se esvai pela minha mão,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;A esperança tranca-se em meu coração.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Estou esperando o seu retorno.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Por favor, volte.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu ainda te amo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-5369210742744203593?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5369210742744203593/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-ainda-te-amo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5369210742744203593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5369210742744203593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/eu-ainda-te-amo.html' title='Eu Ainda Te Amo'/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/Sd1DXk-4mOI/AAAAAAAAABI/rTsJ_eg0tag/s72-c/broken_heart-1791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5022349370858815375.post-5248039478161321111</id><published>2009-04-07T15:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T17:40:35.354-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache02.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//83/95/03/17638_000a7hd2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 355px; height: 385px;" src="http://cache02.stormap.sapo.pt/fotostore01/fotos//83/95/03/17638_000a7hd2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 204);"&gt;The Sinner (O Pecador)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Leia os meus lábios enquanto eu rezo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Não conte os meus pecados em voz alta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu anseio por tocar sua pele, sentir o seu cheiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Estou me perdendo em sua bondade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Você me disse que sou bem vindo nesse templo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Purifique-me com o poder que lhe foi concebido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faça sua promessa ser verdadeira.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Faça-me sentir perdoado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;O cheiro de sua roupa sagrada está impregnado em meu corpo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu quero o possuir - Eu necessito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amém - Eu sou um pecador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amém - Eu sou um pecador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Escute-me - Ouça minhas palavras.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Eu preciso da fé necessária para salvar minh' alma.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Essa é a mentira que você deve entender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Pois eu sei que suas falhas são minhas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Amém - Eu sou um pecador.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5022349370858815375-5248039478161321111?l=otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/feeds/5248039478161321111/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinner-o-pecador-leia-os-meus-labios.html#comment-form' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5248039478161321111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5022349370858815375/posts/default/5248039478161321111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://otemplodosanjos.blogspot.com/2009/04/sinner-o-pecador-leia-os-meus-labios.html' title=''/><author><name>Eder Rudert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14930307181376246064</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_6pKZSn7BAPs/S6zPBKSiE3I/AAAAAAAAALA/x1Wrti9v_jM/S220/0000.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
